The team of bullock carts and carts crowded in the narrow road could not move at all in the face of a sudden attack. The men and women looked at the charging cavalry. When they realized the danger, the cavalry had already pressed over.

The arrows caused some casualties first, and the people evacuating Jnkping never thought that the road to the south would be blocked by the enemy.

Some people subconsciously ran to the nearby woodland, and many others were directly washed away by the cavalry.

The sword slashed recklessly, the spear stabbed recklessly.

Gradually, the shock of the horse's chest can break people's bones and bones, and after falling to the ground, they are trampled to death by horseshoes.

The roads were already crowded, and the open spaces in the city of Jnkping gathered a large number of people who were eager to leave. They dragged their families and packed their bags softly. On the one hand, they were worried that the Swedish army that attacked Visingosser Island would suddenly come by boat, and on the other hand, they were also complaining that the evacuation of the people in front was too slow.

Gradually, they heard a roar from the south, and soon they heard a strange roar and the desperate cry of the people.

Like a road roller rolling over everything, Fisk, whose sword was bleeding, has already taken the cavalry who swept the road and rushed down the dirt **** and out of the forest. What was displayed in front of the Ross cavalry was neither large nor large. The small Jonkoping city.

It looked like a big countryside, and everything reminded Fisk of the old Roseburg.

There is no clear road in the city, and black mud is under the horses' hooves. The houses are almost all made of wood and adobe, with longhouses large and small accompanied by some enclosures. Not far away is the city's wharf. It is said that it is a wharf, but there are few trestle bridges that go deep into the lake. There are a large number of large and small boats that directly wash the beach.

"It's really strange. You obviously have a boat to escape by water, why are you all gathering outdoors and planning to evacuate along that road?"

Fisk was quite surprised, but he was clear about a basic fact - the Jotaland people in Jonkoping were going to flee.

"Brothers!" He crossed his sword immediately: "They are going to escape! They cannot be allowed to escape! Kill all the armed men here and force them to surrender!"

At first, his orders could only be passed on to a dozen people in the chaotic army. As the brothers communicated with each other, the whole army soon heard the order.

The fact is that the cavalry had made plans in advance, and Fisk's order was just to reiterate the principle.

Before the operation, the Russ cavalry did not know how many people there were in Jnkping and how many armed men there were. They see some who carry weapons and clubs as warriors who will be mercilessly killed unless they drop their weapons and sit on the ground.

The mercenary equipment kept by the Jnkping merchants is not bad. Based on the merchants' own financial resources, there are at most 30 people to protect the family, and at least five or six men protect their gold masters.

The mercenaries have very prominent large shields. They subconsciously build a shield wall, shrinking into a circle of the family of the guardian gold master and the property on the cart.

It was this act of self-defense that attracted the cavalry's key blow.

It only takes two or three ten-man squads to pick up the recurve bow and shoot light arrows at the shield holder to interfere. When the shield wall is forcibly broken, a squad collides fiercely once, the shield wall collapses, and the stubborn resisters get the will be the deadly trampling and slashing of the Rus' cavalry.

The merchants were hacked to death, and the fallen mercenaries were trampled by horses' hooves and stabbed to death by short spears.

Some merchants' female relatives were tied with ropes by the cavalry, and then dragged abruptly onto the horse's back.

Some cavalry warriors even used steel-armed crossbows. The cavalry would rather slowly wind up this heavy equipment with a winch on the edge of the battlefield. The heavy and stubby arrows were in place, and a single blow broke the shields of the stubborn opponents.

Archery, slashing, trampling, 300 cavalry slaughtering in Jnkping, mercenaries raised by merchants and craftsmen, or people who spontaneously took up arms in a crisis, unless they form an army to protect themselves, but now they No formation, facing the cavalry charge at an absolute disadvantage.

After a period of random killings, the effective resistance of the entire Jonkoping disintegrated.

Thirty cavalry squads, each of which was a combat unit, fought in groups under the command of the squad leader and won the entire Jonkoping without any losses.

The blood of the deceased soaked this already black and muddy lakeside land, and a large number of residents who had completely lost their will to resist shivered together. There are a large number of women holding children, their eyes are full of fear, and they are also begging for mercy from the attackers.

The people lying on the ground were full of men, the dead bodies were full of terrifying huge wounds, broken round shields, bent swords and broken axes scattered all over the floor, the golden hair of the dead was stained with blood and black mud, and there were even Horrible red and white stuff.

The cavalry who have experienced war know the taste of killing. Facing a dead body, they have the joy of victory, but the survivors in Jonkoping have vomited.

The people were so frightened that they started or fainted. The last few mercenaries threw their shields and shouted in Norse that they would not fight.

The mercenary betrayed his financial master, but unfortunately this compromise failed to win the mercy of the Ross cavalry at all.

Because the cavalry is also worried, the brothers have a disadvantage in numbers, everyone is young, and they are brave and lack some self-confidence. Fisk did not think he could easily control the whole of Jnkping after the battle, and he allowed his subordinates to kill prisoners, at least to kill all the obvious militants.

In this way, just as the main force of Ross's army on the island of Visingos and the "Crazy Bear" Karl's army gathered with all his strengths started a decisive battle, Ross's cavalry division had already won the entire Jonkoping.

On the battlefields separated by a straight line distance of 25 kilometers, Ross achieved an overwhelming victory.

In other words, the Fisk cavalry won impeccably. The cavalry killed all the obvious armed men in the entire city. The remaining group of adult men were not many, one by two kneeling on the mud and begging for mercy, considering the capture of slaves. The need they finally took away.

"Come on! Those who linger will be killed!" The young cavalry roared in Norse, and waved the steel sword in his hand to show his might.

Some people fled to the forest, thinking of this, they abandoned the soft and entered the woodland, and it was not a good idea to chase them, not to mention the oil and water.

The cavalry did not pursue the pursuit, but began to sort out from the outer edge of the city, eventually taking control of the port, and compressing all the found Jnkping people into the empty field of the city where they usually do business.

Helpless men and women gathered here, and what caught their eyes were many mighty cavalry.

The cavalry deliberately displayed their flag, and Fisk arrogantly left the ranks, clutching the reins.

He pointed his sword directly at the people who gathered together: "Is there a chief among you? Anyone with status, stand up for me!"

They kept silent out of fear.

"What? Are you afraid? People of Jnkping, I know you! You are all from Gtaland. Your master, Karl the Bear, must die today. I! Fisk! Conquered this place by order of King Rus, and you are now conquered. Now! You can only survive if you show obedience, otherwise... kill them all!"

Fisk's last words are not a threat. His patience is very limited. If there is really no one here to stand up, it will be regarded as the local people's firm resistance, then follow the old rules of Rus's wars over the years and refer to the Pecheneg people. The rules "do things".

Suddenly, Fisk had a flash of light: "There are people among you who are crazy bear Karl, and you will confess this kind of person."

Have it? Naturally there is.

The cavalry warriors searched some sheepfolds and found bald sheep that had been sheared, as well as people tied up. The cavalry soldiers didn't care too much, and found that the living people were taken away together. The poor messenger lived for the time being because there was no resistance, but...

The messengers were dragged out of the crowd by the lucky merchants, handicraftsmen and even big farmers, and many people directly shouted: "They are Carl's messengers."

Until now, five messengers are still tied with their hands.

He felt that he was going to be killed in the end. Although it was unbelievable, the horseman in front of him was indeed one of the invaders. One person cursed at the sky: "Whether you are Rus or Swedes! If you dare to invade this holy Lake Wettern, God will punish you and you will all die."

Fisk was unmoved, taking off his helmet to reveal his deliberately shaved head. Today, he doesn't think his bald head is weird. The Balmers of the alliance all shave bald heads on purpose.

He pointed to his head: "Fool, remember me! I'm bald Fisk, the general of King Ross. You're about to die, let you know my name before you die."

"Bah!" The man was so angry that his eyes were squeezed out. "I curse you! You will die without a corpse. You will be killed by my master, and after the war your corpses will be thrown into the lake to be food for the fish, you..."

Saying it was too late, Fisk took the sword, took out the recurve bow ruthlessly, and shot the arrow precisely at the guy in front of him. The arrow hit its eye, directly piercing the orbital bone and destroying the brain.

A Karl's messenger was shot cleanly, and it's fair to say that this violent death was painless.

All the messengers were killed. Fisk ordered his subordinates to implement this time. He really didn't have time to talk nonsense with a group of enemies.

When Carl's messenger was executed in front of everyone, Fisk had something to say: "You all saw it! If you still choose not to cooperate, these five will end. I can promise that as long as any of you stand up and choose to cooperate, we will Life is guaranteed. All you have to do is pay some tribute and slaves, and you won't have to die."

Faced with the situation that non-cooperation is death, finally a despondent businessman twisted his body reluctantly and walked out of the crowd.

"I...will."

"Very good." Fisk nodded, "You don't have to die."

With this promise, more people came forward...

The cavalry team completely occupied the city of Jonkoping. A simple count of all kinds of prisoners shows that there are still as many as 1,300 prisoners here.

There were a lot of dead bodies on the ground. Many people were not among the cavalry's sure-kill targets. In the chaos, the swords were ruthless, and the cavalry team killed a lot by mistake. Now Fisk decided to block the sword. He really slaughtered Jnkping all at once. This was not the king's original intention. There were still more than a thousand people left, and he thought that he was enough to cross.

The corpse was put on the ground first, and then the hole was dug and buried.

The cavalrymen dismounted one after another, and the plundering action that all the soldiers loved to see now begins.

Surrender will pay a huge price, and the humiliation suffered is not as good as dying in battle.

The wives and daughters of merchants, landowners, and craftsmen were all gathered together, and Fisk deliberately asked his subordinates to choose from them. His only requirement was to choose only one.

A huge opportunity for honor was in front of him. The son of the Slavic manor in the cavalry was forced to be a cavalry for King Rurik, but now it seems that this is a gift from the king.

It is not the first time that these native Slavic nobles have captured Varyag women as slaves or concubines, this is a new one, and every time is exciting.

Back then, when they resisted the invasion of the Varyags, especially the Rus, the Ilmenslavs were completely defeated. In line with the principle of joining if they could not fight, the local nobles joined the ruling group of the Varyags. Nobles are happy to see Varyag women kidnapped to vent their past grievances. The so-called submissive in front of the king can still be bossy to Varyag slaves at home.

They captured the young woman, including Fisk himself.

The woman's father was a businessman, and indeed a slick businessman.

The battle was all over in the morning, and in the afternoon, the Russ cavalry divided up the young women, and plundered silver, copper and even a small amount of gold from the locals. These precious metals are all to be handed over to the king, as for the other soft brothers, take them casually.

However, those who can be cavalrymen are not poor. A large number of wealthy households in the principality donated a cavalry quota to their sons by throwing money at them. There are many cavalrymen from such a source. That way they won't be blindsided by some petty wealth, unless it's gold and slaves. The gold was for the king, and they all made fun of their newly captured slaves.

These women are almost the same age as the cavalry warriors, at least they have reached the age where marriage is traditionally required. Some women's husbands have already been killed in the chaotic army, and the cavalry can't care too much, and immediately have relations with the newly captured women, and even more use a cruel technique - compulsory tattooing.

Because it is impossible for the army to continue the expedition with captives, the captives and seized materials will be brought to the rear, mostly to Tombstone Island or directly to New Roseburg in the east.

A sharp needle dipped in carbon ink and stabbed his own name and address on his captives, so that if the king intended, the slaves captured by the cavalry could be directly "mailed" to his own mansion.

After all, getting a tattoo is not a comfortable thing, especially if you are forced to get a tattoo, the whole Jonkoping is crying and screaming for a while.

Fisk's situation here is not bad, he is sitting next to a businessman, and he is holding a woman.

This businessman is not too old, and his appearance is not fat, so his business scale is not large.

The businessman called himself Hagrid Haraldsson, a rather vulgar name. The daughter of such a merchant was called Astrid Hegdot.

Fourteen-year-old Astrid was trembling in the arms of Fisk, who was majestic, tall and deliberately bald. This attracted Fisk's strong desire for protection and possessiveness.

For businessman Hagrid Haraldsson, his daughter is a business bargaining chip. He can betroth his daughter to another businessman and make a lot of money for him. Now his daughter has become a means of protecting his life and property.

After Fisker ordered this Hagrid to hand over some silver coins, he had an idea for the merchant's arrangement.

The battle is over, the Rus cavalry has become the ruler of Jnkping, and it will soon be handed over to the Rus king. What will be done by Rurik the Great is not something Fisk has to consider.

He put his arms around Astrid like a docile lamb, and Fisk was very happy because he was happy with the woman's chastity. It is this "lamb" that is not clean and needs to be brought back to his home in Novgorod to be cleaned and put on new clothes, jewelry and jewelry to live a new life. He didn't want a slave, but a fourth wife, a promise that surprised and pleased the merchant Hagrid.

"It's really weird, I asked your leader to come out, but your leader hasn't come out yet, as if it doesn't exist at all."

Hagrid hurriedly said: "The leader really doesn't exist. We... are all businessmen and craftsmen, and we get together to discuss things when we encounter things."

"Is there really no leader?"

"If there is, it's Karl, who lives on the island. We... pay him a lot of tribute every year, and receive his army for protection. But you came, very suddenly. And we didn't want to fight at all, we detained Karl's Messenger, I can't think of you..."

Fisk felt absurd and speechless, and he even thought he had done something wrong. "Even so, you have no reason to resist me. If you surrender sooner, I won't kill hundreds of people."

"..." The silent Hagrid was full of vulgar words, but everyone wanted to surrender. Who would have thought that the cavalry would be like a mudslide, and everyone would be killed in a row when their minds were blank. The conqueror didn't even have the chance to surrender on his knees. Give it to ~www.mtlnovel.com~. "Fisk squeezed the "lamb" in his arms, "The conquest of Jnkping is just a small goal, and we have to continue to conquer it. "

"Ah? Dare to ask, you Swedes... oh no, it's the Kingdom of Rus. Your real goal..."

"It's the whole of Gotaland. We will capture Gothenburg, and other settlements. How are you?" Fisk suddenly remembered something: "You are a businessman from Gotaland, you have been to many places, any information should be told I, Ross, will not treat anyone who has done a good job. Think about your family and tell me everything you know."

"Ah?! Good! I'll tell you..."

This is half threat and half win. The businessman Hagrid Haraldsson resolutely revealed his long-term business with the Ten Village Alliance of Vaxjo in the south.

Gotaland is just a geographical concept. The population here is not large, and the settlements are quite scattered, but a group of large communities of thousands of people have formed in some small areas. They govern each other, and have not even formed a tribal alliance in a wide area, let alone a state. Therefore, the merchant Hagrid has no other feelings for Vaxjo in the south, only the business dealings of the fur trade.

Vaxjo's Ten Village Alliance? It was the first time Fisk heard this term. Since it was possible to kill by land, the Rus army should give it a try, and even asked the king to let the cavalry move again.

A plan was brewing in Fisk's mind.

Therefore, the businessman was temporarily given an identity: "Hagrid! You are the local talker, I will arrange for you to meet my king, and you must tell my king about anything. You will serve you because of your surrender today. the family of everlasting glory,"