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This evening, the Mercian finally remembered that they were once the overlord of England, and they were one step away from unification.

More and more soldiers jumped off the city wall and fought against the Viking army on Tupo.

Those Mercia warriors in chain mail really turned into mud in this meat grinder-like battlefield, and the Balmerks were also suffering losses.

However, the Messiah Army, whose overall strength was already inferior, had few of the most elite soldiers, and then there were armed farmers in commoners who resisted desperately.

Prince Bot Woolf, who had just been pulled to the rear, broke free of his subordinates again, ignoring the wound on his face, and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to counterattack. His stubbornness or bravery is unstoppable.

The sun is almost setting, and the west is cautiously faint and dim.

The whole world became dark, and under the stars and moonlight, the **** battle surrounding the **** of the city wall continued.

Until the two sides struggled exhausted in this pool of blood, the intensity of the battle gradually decreased, until a weird confrontation was reached.

The Messiah has actually washed down the soil slope, but this so-called soil **** has covered two layers of corpses.

The dead soldiers were stacked on top of each other, and the Messiaians stood on their own corpses, spears of different lengths moving forward in unison.

They stared with blood-red eyes, each vigilant to the point of trembling, and their rusty spearheads were dripping blood. They are just a group of armed farmers, and the individuals are naturally fragile. Now they are actually condensed into one, like five fingers clenched into a punch.

A large number of spears formed a hedgehog formation, but in this way they lacked defense.

More than twenty steps away from them are the Balmerks who constitute the circular shield wall, and even Glendr and others who are almost paralyzed in heavy armor.

Both Rurik and Magnut are on the front line. The weird confrontation and the anxious battlefield really make people feel that such a tragic battle should not have occurred in Britain in this era.

"Warriors! Keep on advancing!" Magnut roared again, but the tired soldiers looked at each other and didn't rush forward at all.

"You... what are you doing?"

Rurik directly pushed the old man Magnut, and shouted: "You can't fight anymore! Brothers are about to die, our army needs to be repaired."

"However, we are one step away from victory."

"Bah! We are tired if we go in, and we will be killed by the residents of the city with wooden sticks and dung forks. I want to retreat temporarily! I warn you that if we continue to advance, we will find our own way of death!"

Indeed, Rurik felt deeply the exhaustion of the coalition forces. Those Balmerks with naked back tattoos were covered in a mixture of sweat, blood and mud. The smell was really stinky, and the whole image was sloppy.

Even for the well-dressed and well-equipped Ross First Flag Team, the robe was severely damaged in the melee up to now, and even the chain mail of the bodyguard was broken.

How many people died in this **** battle by the coalition forces? Rurik conservatively estimated that 200 people had to be turned into stepping stones for this slope.

The loss of the natural enemy is bound to be more serious, but the Viking coalition can no longer suffer such a loss!

If the soldiers are still energetic, the **** battle will continue. The reason why they even kept the King Magnuth of York was because the coalition forces could no longer stand it.

"Ross! Let's retreat first!" Rurik suffocated his breath and deliberately said this aloud to inform Magnut, and then the Ross soldiers mixed in the army retreated cautiously.

Their retreat immediately caused the Balmerks to retreat, and the confrontation gradually disappeared.

Even if the barbarians with large bucklers evacuated, the Messiaians, who were like frightened birds, were still standing in the "Tower of Flesh". Not only were they physically exhausted, but their spirits were also approaching collapse.

Prince Bot Woolf stood on the wall again, watching the enemy besieging the wall retreating, he couldn't laugh at all.

The enemy retreated?

Pooh! Just avoid it for the time being. He saw this hideous and terrifying slope, and he was deeply aware that this was the fatal flaw in the entire Tamworth.

"Order... Order the soldiers not to attack. Check if there are any wounded and bring them back for treatment. Send the injured enemy and bring them back for interrogation."

The attendants next to him were still trembling.

The prince was furious and kicked: "Still in a daze? I now appoint you to be my captain of the guard! Do things for me, and keep the city and you will be glorious in the future."

From the beginning, Rurik didn't think that he would be able to break the city today, and it could be completely beyond his expectation that the situation became like this.

The script for shooting himself shouldn't be like this. Why did the Mercian suddenly become such a brave and brave?

The Ross people took the lead to withdraw, and immediately gathered at the side of Fragrant Digester, and soon the Balmerk soldiers also withdrew back.

They began to eat, and the craziness was like tearing gifts with wolves, and like the random willingness of pigs in the pen, there was no decent thing to say.

Those who were stuffed with food felt thirsty again, and ran to the Tam River where the boat was moored. They had no time to care about their dirty clothes and mud all over, so they could only put their heads into the river to drink water.

When they were full and drunk, many warriors wandered towards the bonfire. Suddenly, they were all soft again, and they huddled up and fell asleep with their swords and axes on their bucklers.

Looking at the exhausted figures of his men, Magnuth finally understood the advice of his son-in-law Rurik.

Such a fighter is already weak enough to be easily killed by the weakest enemy.

In the core military tent, the brave Arik and Biyonni both looked tired. Some family leaders came with bad news, claiming that some old men had died in the rebellion.

Everyone is not depressed, and their hatred of Messia has reached a new peak, and they hate that they can't immediately break the city because of fatigue because they have won a huge fighter.

People are hoping that Rurik will come up with a countermeasure, and some people even question his decision.

Rurik was not angry at all, and openly taught all the adventurous people present.

Even if the Balmerks are now allies, their losses will indirectly cause a great loss of the strength of the Russian army.

"You are too impulsive! My plan is to build the soil **** today and attack the city tomorrow. Even if the soil **** is built until more than half of the enemy launches a counterattack, can you use it as a signal for a decisive battle? I really think you are too smart! You are indeed brave fighters. But you also have to use your brain."

Magnut was preached, he felt bitter, and asked, "What shall we do now?"

"What else can I do? Rest tonight, I hope we can regain all our strength after one night rest. But I am worried, if our military strength is greatly damaged, will Ernred rebel? The weakness of the Messiah is a pretense Yes, they may be suddenly brave, whether the Northumbrians are also the same. If they join forces to fight us recklessly, maybe we can only evacuate."

"It's impossible!" Magnuth didn't want to yell, "I'm the King of York."

"That's it, but those who are really desperate can't take care of so many. The battle today evening was out of season. We were accidentally frustrated. You all go back to rest, count your forces, and we will attack tomorrow afternoon. Friends, thank me for my cleverness, The captured wheat will continue to feed the army. We are not short of food now. We can regain our energy and continue fighting just by taking another day off."

Speaking of this, Rurik explained the possibility again: "Maybe we will meet the reinforcements of Northumbria tomorrow. As long as we maintain sufficient forces, they will not dare to rebel. I urge you to stay vigilant tonight. I will also guard our camp."

Magnuth sullenly shook his head: "Are you... worried about them attacking at night?"

"It's very possible. You are so reckless today, and the enemy is exactly the same. The enemy has a multi-person advantage."

"What is more people?" Arik said with disdain.

Lurik immediately glanced at Cousin Bai: "Brother! I can't wait to send the army from my hometown here to fight them decisively."

Then he said: "You all go back to rest, and I will guard the camp tonight. I hope they will stop the camp, so that our final siege tomorrow will be much smoother."

Rurik still maintained great restraint in his words, because the condition of the coalition forces, especially the conditions of the Balmerks, was very bad.

Once the general Viking army loses its mobility and initial strength and is dragged into a war of attrition by its opponents, it will be a great disadvantage.

The Rus Army was different, because Rurik paid great attention to logistics and the army had good stamina. It was also because of this focus that the Balmerk Army was able to eat wheat under the city and had the basic ability to besiege the city for a period of time. The Balmerks fought with the Ross and became an atypical Viking force by the way. .

Indeed, two hundred Balmerk soldiers were killed in this battle, and there were losses on the Russian side.

Ten people died in the First Banner of the Ross Army, and nearly half of Glend's mercenaries in iron armor were killed.

The death of Jingrui's subordinates made Rurik feel distressed, so he would personally raise a group of orphans who had died of his father in the future.

This chaos and the previous losses made the expedition after the coalition left York, which originally had 2,000 men, and has now lost nearly 400 combat effectiveness. Do not! There are also a group of wounded people in there who need to be taken care of.

The loss of the coalition forces is not small, but the essence is still there.

What Rurik was most afraid of was that the enemy intercepted the camp taking advantage of his weakness, and he immediately began to set up defensive positions. Whenever camping in the wild, Rurik must set up the most basic fortifications. Today, the defenses of the fortifications must be maximized.

The trolley no longer has to transport soil, and a torsion slingshot is placed on it. Three mobile torsion slingshots form the defensive core, and ten crossbow shooters are guarded by each side.

This is how all archers and crossbowmen arrange their positions, regardless of whether they are tired or not, they must ambush like this.

Because the cast iron bullets are consumed badly, now the bullets are directly replaced by short spears, and the damage at close range is even more terrifying.

Rurik made ten defensive cores directly around the camp, which can form crossfire with each other.

Torsion slingshots are not good at accumulating power for a long time, that is, they alternately accumulate and unload each other, and the entire line of defense is always vigilant.

Of course, a few soldiers with reeds in their bodies were ordered to leave the camp. They lay on the only way to the blood-colored soil slope, with horns on their bodies. They immediately sounded the trumpet when they saw the enemy's movement.

Rurik almost expected that the enemy would launch a night attack. Looking at Tamworth again, people were really being agitated by the prince.

As many as a thousand people have been agitated!

There were only a hundred soldiers left in Jingrui's kingdom, and the armed men only had the last two thousand.

More than a thousand people were summoned by the prince. They all knew the tragedy of the **** battle, and knew that surrendering now was nothing but a slaughter.

They were trembling, but their fear was not visible on the surface, or most of them were numb.

The prince stood on the platform where the prisoners were executed. He resented that he had not caught the injured enemy. Looking at his soldiers, his heart was bleeding.

"Subjects, this is not God's punishment. I already know who they are, they are Vikings. They are not Satan's messengers, but even more heinous existences. Now, hundreds of people died in battle in exchange for their exhaustion. . This is where God gives us the chance to win! Follow me! For your wives and children, for your lifetime wealth, for your great faith, we will fight them tonight! If you want to escape, if you flee, you are running towards Darkness. Only if you fight with me can you get a provincial level! God bless us!"

However, no one cheered.

The priest also took the stage to announce that the so-called killing of these indescribable villains was not a crime, and publicly announced that the sins of the soldiers present had been eliminated in this life.

In fact, they care more about the lives of themselves and their family members. This has nothing to do with sacred beliefs. Even if they really die in battle, at least their family members are still alive.

The prince solemnly declared: "The most mediocre farmer, I permit you to be soldiers of the kingdom now, all my servants! Even if you are serfs, I cancel your debts and restore your freedom, and now grant you as servants! We! Let's go!"

Farmers and even serfs became royal servants, and their ranks were much higher. It made many people a little relieved, at least they died so humblely.

No one cheered, they followed Prince Bot Woolf to the battlefield with tragic emotions.

Looking at the prince, he was already mentally prepared to die.

He actually did not hesitate to die, even if his whole family were killed, his own brother or cousin could succeed him as the prince. He is just sad, where are the reinforcements of his father, brothers, and other lords? Really don't know that the king's city has been destroyed?

Soon, the Roths lying on the ground noticed the strange shaking of the earth, and they all woke up after taking a nap, clenching the horns in their hands.

suddenly! A figure appeared on the wall where the corpses were stacked in the moonlight.

First a few, then a group, and then a large group.

A large number of soldiers armed with spears filed out, and all the secret whistles got up.

The secret whistle soldier blew his trumpet like crazy, and at this moment at least two hundred Mercia soldiers walked across the slope.

"Oops! They found us! Warriors of Mercia, follow me!"

Bot Woolf actually took the lead in the charge! The last armored guard followed close behind. The prince was so brave, a large number of Mesiah armed farmers followed closely, and they kept silent suddenly began to roar, emboldened themselves and boosted everyone's morale, they held up the torch to endure exhaustion, and made a deadly charge.

However, this is looking for death.

Rurik was awakened, and a large number of people with torches rushed towards the camp.

"How did I see a large group of people launch a long live charge?"

He was so shocked that he even felt that his defensive firepower was not enough to stop them.

The Ross fighters who had prepared for a long time immediately countered, and the charged torsion slingshot launched a fatal attack on the dense enemy.

The sharp short spear **** pierced the assaulting armored Mercia attendant, and even a spear stabbed two people.

The crossbow arrows flew, causing heavy casualties all at once.

Ships moored on the Tam River also fired projectiles and javelins with their shipboard weapons.

The nearly 100-seat torsion slingshot currently owned by the Ross Fleet is now firing wildly, even if the projectiles are already a little tight.

"You are very brave! I will do my best to treat you! You all go to death!"

Rurik's heart was beating wildly, and his ferocious yelling was the best encouragement for his subordinates. In the end, he simply took a crossbow and shot himself.

The awakened Arik and other Ross fighters immediately brought weapons to build a shield wall, as did the tired Balmerks.

They still need a lot of time to sleep peacefully, but now everyone is full of adrenaline, ready to fight at the cost of overdrawing their lives.

However, the night attack tonight is really a disaster for the Messiah!

"Ahhh! Your Highness hit the arrow, protect him!"

Bot Woolf was surprised that his neck was shot through by a stubby arrow. He was breathing hard and his nose was spurting blood. He opened his eyes and realized that he might die.

dead? Also kill the enemy.

Many of his subordinates were shot and killed mercilessly, and the prince was fatally wounded and pushed his followers away with the last strength, and continued to impact with his iron sword.

He became a target of public criticism, and the chain mail couldn't stop the crossbow bolts of the steel arm crossbow from shooting at close range, seeking Ren Deren, and finally the javelin of the torsion slingshot pierced his body.

But the prince Bot Woolf did not fall. He was nailed to death on the battlefield with a javelin. He vomited blood and continued to hold the sword with his right hand. Suddenly, the iron sword dropped...

The Mercian's impact failed, and a corpse was thrown on the ground. The ground was full of arrows and javelins, and the Ross shooters in charge of defense carried out this deadly counterattack without any loss.

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The Messiaians withdrew again ~www.mtlnovel.com~ They didn't know that they had lost their prince tonight, but they were shocked that their companion died inexplicably beside them, crying and screaming and fleeing back.

But the Ross and Balmerks were also unable to pursue them. When the battle situation is no longer tense, the people preparing to fight suddenly feel extreme exhaustion, and the intense sleepiness has overcome the will of the soldiers. The stars and the moon are on the top, as if the gods are looking down on the battle. The soldiers look up to the sky and lie down one after another. inverted.

The world was quiet again, and the land was flooded with blood from the fallen soldiers, but the battle continued.

Rurik was not happy either. He knew that the city would be broken tomorrow, and the courage of the Messiah really made him in awe, and he was equally pitiful. They can think of the night attack to show their wisdom, and their courage to charge decisively.

"This group of brave and the wrong monarch. As my warriors, you will always be great, not a flash in the pan." Thinking about it this way, Rurik wanted to capture their commander, and then personally beheaded him.

Because, even if it is a respectable enemy, such an excellent enemy commander must die. At least, a benevolent self can bestow it to leave with dignity.