Now, Fisk's cavalry stood at the so-called Hane Bay, a large bay at the southernmost tip of Scandinavia, where the Silver Fort or Sylworth Fort was surrounded by the Rus' army.

The waves crashed against the reef, and the tide became violent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The days of good weather were suddenly suspended, the sun was gone, replaced by dense dark clouds. The warm southerly wind disappeared for a while, and the wind from the north suddenly brought the arctic chill.

Just after the battle, the Ross Army and many Allied soldiers noticed the weather changes, and the sea waves became too undulating, so frightening that the fishing boats had to retreat to avoid the wind, and even Fisk's "Shaking Man" plan was suspended.

Returning people brought back a batch of catch, five Baltic cod (not yet fully fished in this era) with a length of two meters, which was an eye-opener.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, people have to log on the spot to build some shacks, and the houses left by the villagers near the Silver Fort are naturally occupied by the Ross army.

Temporary stables were built to house the horses, and all logistics, especially oats, were transported to the occupied premises. The Russ Army and the Allied Army have a large number of personnel, and now everyone has to endure even if it rains.

The bonfire crackled, and the temperature was so low that it began to freeze hands again.

Fisk, who was roasting the fire, complained: "It looks like it's going to rain. It's abominable. I don't hate rain, but now it's a disaster."

"Obviously, your plan to send someone to Bornholm can be put on hold for the time being." Kanuf shrugged, in a good mood.

"I hope for a quick solution, and I don't want to actually destroy the Silver Fort. If the sunny days continue, we can force them to die of thirst. Are the gods helping them now? Or is it because of our killing God is angry?"

"Gods don't bother with this kind of thing. The gods will be happy when we finish the blood sacrifice."

Having said that, Kanuf said, the current situation is indeed that no one has collected the bodies of those who died outside the walls of the Silver Castle. There are more than a thousand corpses there, and the broken corpses are lying all over the place. Anyone who just stands on a high and takes a look at the situation will be shocked.

"If no one has ever collected the body, it will be summer and the body will stink very quickly. If the stench drifts to our camp, I will be retching and unable to eat or sleep."

"If this is the case, it will stink so much that the enemy can't stand it." Fisk said cruelly.

"So we just wait for this **** rain to fall? Otherwise, we gather everyone and bring all those allied guys to launch a storm?" Kanuf asked again.

"I can't trust them." Fisk shook his head and glanced at the Vaxjo confederates who were camping in the distance. "I could see that this group of people just wanted to take advantage. If they were brave, they should have fought us hard at that time. , they just surrendered. The soldiers are tired, the rain is an opportunity to rest, we are here and the silver castle, I will think about the countermeasures. "

Hearing that, Kanuf was not emphasizing anything, and patted his old friend on the shoulder: "Okay, I'd better prepare a shelter from the wind and rain first."

A summer rain began to patter, the rain was a bit heavy at one time, and it didn't last long.

The rain lasted for two days, and the haze gradually dissipated until the afternoon of the third day.

Under the beautiful sunset, the wet people finally got out of the shelter, took out the dry wood saved in advance and barely lit the limited bonfire.

Men scrambled to take off their wet clothes and use the campfire to dry as much as possible. But the forest was still wet, the waves were still choppy, and the hard times were not over yet.

Two days of rain made the ground muddy, and the horse's advantage was greatly reduced.

Even without horses, the cavalry in the form of infantry is still mighty and domineering.

The sun is shining brightly on a new day, and the enchanting southerly wind has returned. As the temperature rises, the dampness in the world is rapidly fading.

Fisk looked at the silver castle with its gate still closed, hanging alone on the cliff by the sea, and he called on the soldiers: "Brothers! Go! Go and scare them!"

Siege? Do not! At least not today.

During the rainy season, it was rare for Fisk to chat with the village leaders of the alliance. These men made no secret of their love for the sea in front of them. When it came to attacking the Silver Fort, the group of people showed embarrassment again.

To put it bluntly, the Vxj Allies were unwilling to really go to war against the Danes, even if the slogans were so loudly shouted that it was false and arrogant.

What they long for is to plunder the wealth to improve their lives, and now they can use the captured boats to fish freely, and use the captured pottery urns to cook salt freely. The Vaxjo Village Alliance now exists as an ally of the Kingdom of Rus, and there is a Powerful and generous patrons, their plunder is unscrupulous.

For this kind of person, Fisk is too lazy to force anything. He feels that he is being generous to others. Fortunately, this group of confederates who "don't want to fight" are good fishermen, the regular army of Ross and all the food they brought for non-combatants. It was all provided by this group of servants, which objectively helped a lot.

The rain also helped the Silver Fort defenders a lot.

The gates were still blocked by the defenders. When the rain happened, the people in the city took out all the containers and did their best to collect the rain. They were prepared to hold on for a long time. Since the number of people in the city was not too many, a group of people died of serious injuries. The remaining oats and salted fish were enough for everyone to hold on for a while.

The thoughts of the people in the city are very chaotic. Some people think that the Rus people are extremely cruel, and the surrender will definitely be the killing after perfidy.

Others felt that in any case, when an envoy was sent to chat with the Rus, maybe the other party would put forward some acceptable conditions, and then everyone would get a boat to evacuate.

Of course, it is the Lord and the merchants who said this, but if this is the case, it will definitely mean that a large number of farmers, craftsmen and fishermen who have fled to face the risk alone. Nowadays, everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope, and some people think that they will escape and abandon more people's safety, which is really outrageous.

Angry people have been armed, and the scenes of grief and indignation have forced any negotiation imagination to be put on hold for the time being.

At least the most powerful professional mercenaries and businessmen and private soldiers in the city are almost all Danes. For their own glory, they are not willing to surrender to the Rus. More than three hundred of them maintained the defense of Silver Fort, and now they decided to stick to it for a while.

After all, the group of Rus people may not be able to lay down the walls of Silver Fort. Thousands of people here will not stay bored forever, maybe they will leave soon.

So after the rain, the Ross Army appeared again in formation, and the city guards all climbed the wooden wall. They stood in a dense formation trying to create an illusion that the number of defenders in the city was huge.

Fisk straightened his helmet and squinted to see that the guards were standing in a dense crowd. Isn't this courting death?

The cavalry and infantry dispatched a total of 300 people. Fisk's original plan today was to announce to the Silver Fort that he had not left, and to look at the corpses on the battlefield.

The current scene is very terrifying. The corpses on the ground are rapidly decaying, and the scene has become even more terrifying. This is still a big mental test for the standing army soldiers who have experienced many wars.

If you smell it carefully, you can already smell a faint odor. As long as the sun continues to shine, this place must be unsmelling like a cursed place.

Just as the troops marched forward, the defenders, who had completely given up their illusions about peace talks and even disdained peace talks, threw arrows at the Ross Army.

It was originally an arrow from the Rus, and the arrow thrown by the short wooden bow had to go further by the south wind and landed not far in front of the Rus army.

The symbolic significance of this move is completely greater than the actual combat significance.

"It seems that they are fighting resolutely! We will reward them!" Fisk ordered loudly: "Arrow formation!"

The so-called "Ross Arrow Formation" means that bowmen line up in front of the formation to perform three-stage strikes. Fisk's side is a crossbowman mixed with a recurve archer. Although the south wind is not good for Ross, relying on the technical advantage of a strong bow and a hard crossbow, he can still hit the enemy in the previous round.

Then a rain of arrows was thrown, and the south wind blew the dense flying arrows, and finally all the arrows fell from the sky at an almost standard right angle. This smashed the Silver Fort defender into a **** head, causing more than 50 casualties.

The defenders are really helpless, their bows and arrows can't reach the Rus people, and now they can only passively receive arrows?

There were more than a dozen people who were concerned about the wooden box breaking away from the protection of the stacking wall, and stood on a high place and lifted their robes.

Standing in the position of the Rus, I saw a row of white things twisting and turning at the enemy's place, accompanied by the roaring laughter of the defenders after a rain of arrows.

Their actions were clearly mocking, but instead they made Fisk and Kanuf amused.

"How?" Kanuf half-covered his mouth. "They're mocking you. Those wild boars have to be shot."

"Yes, steel-armed crossbows can shoot accurately?" Fisk asked.

"It's okay if you have a good bracket."

As a result, the steel swords of the two warriors slammed into the grass, the hilts intersected to form an angle, and they were tied together with hemp ropes to form a makeshift bipod. Carrying a heavy steel-armed crossbow, Fisk placed a stubby, heavy arrow into the chute.

Kanuf took care of it himself, half-kneeling, aiming at a high angle of elevation and pulling the trigger lightly.

The short, thick and heavy arrow is also a whirling arrow. It spins wildly in the air, hitting the defender who is standing high and twisting his hips back and forth at a low and flat angle.

With a scream, a hapless man was shot down heavily, and finally fell into the city and died of blood loss within a short time.

Such a scene scared all the defenders. They were shocked that the Russ had sharp archers, but they dared not openly provoke and ridicule.

"A farce. Kanuf, you did a good job." Fisk turned his head.

Kanuf patted his trousers to close the crossbow, and blinked deliberately: "How? My technique."

"General. It can only be said that the weapon invented by the king is good."

"Hey, you can't admit that I'm a sharp archer? Well, what are you going to do next? Why don't I just chop down a tree and hit it."

"Then cut it down." Fisk didn't bother to be conservative anymore, "You go and cut down the tree, I'll take my brothers to prepare." After speaking, he cleared his throat again: "Really, I'm really full. We have to spend with them here. The enemy is a group of cowards, and we actually look up to them! Let's prepare to attack."

Kanuf has never opposed storming, and since he has learned his old ways, he naturally agrees completely.

Fisk decided to attack and planned to kill the miscellaneous people after breaking the city, capture the useful personnel, and take away the legendary "Silver Mountain".

Therefore, he mobilized for war that night, and the soldiers who stayed in the camp longed for the great prestige of attacking the city alone.

"The reason why the silver castle is called the silver castle is that there is a silver mountain there. But the king also ordered that the silver and jewelry belong to the kingdom, and the money will be used to improve the lives of all of us. Except for this, you can't take it for yourself, and you can take it as you like. !"

"I heard that there are many businessmen in the Silver Castle, and they keep many female slaves! They are all very beautiful and very young women. Why don't you kidnap them to be your own women and give you many children!"

"If the king knows that it was our brothers who took the silver castle, we will all be heroes. Imagine Aric twelve years ago (referring to the Rus army's surprise attack on Gotland in 828), and we will be like him."

The Ross Army held a lively mobilization meeting, which also attracted a group of Allied soldiers. These people decided not to listen to the command of their village chiefs, and insisted on directly participating in the battle to assist the Rus regular army. The number of visitors was quite large, accounting for one-fifth of the total of more than 1,000 people, and 200 people decided to change their previous plans and insist on going into the muddy waters.

Fix knew that these guys were a bunch of scoundrels on the battlefield. Once the Ross army broke through the city, these guys would follow into the city to loot. It was this group of people who treated their former trading partners (referring to Silver Fort merchants) as slaughtering pigs. Fisker was not ashamed, but it was a useful reinforcement for his actions.

As the so-called war ended, half of the plan was abolished, especially the rain for more than two days greatly disrupted Fisker's plan, and he didn't want to delay any longer when he realized that the enemy was weak.

Even a strong attack will cause some brothers to die in battle.

But those defenders have already lifted their robes and ridiculed them maliciously. In addition, the honor of breaking the city is tempting everyone. Now who would be concerned about their own life and death? Pooh! If you are afraid of death, you are not worthy of being the king's standing army.

This group of young offspring is just like the group of young Ross tribe warriors twelve years ago. Twelve years have changed a lot. The young soldiers of the past have become veterans of the first flag team who are extremely rich in combat. The young children of the past are determined to reproduce the glory.

A pine tree collapsed, it was made into a sharp cone by a saw and an axe, and the cable was tied to it, so that the whole log could be lifted up by a group of soldiers carrying wooden poles on their shoulders. This is a simple battering ram, use it to knock down the wall. Taking into account the enemy's attack from the sky, some of the captured small fishing boats were dismantled, and a large amount of wood was pieced together into a huge shield, enough for many people to lift the top of their heads to carry the stones that fell from the sky.

Because they are a standing army! They must learn from the experience of the Ross Army in foreign wars over the past ten years.

Fisk is no stranger to this. He has participated in some urban battles, and he has a lot of experience in breaking down walls.

The Silver Fort should be breached, but Fisk made two preparations.

Early in the morning, a captured longship was arranged with ten soldiers, together with twenty Vaxjo Confederate soldiers, the mast was hung with the flag of Ross, and it left the camp and drifted towards the ocean due south.

The lottery decided to take ten brothers out of today's battle and go to Bornholm Island to "shake people". The person who won the lottery was really unlucky, but he just won the shortest branch and can only sigh with emotion. God's destiny.

The departure of this long ship was not watched by the defenders of Silver Fort, because a large number of ships had entered the ocean, and those ships were all flying the flag of Ross. They trawled and fished, and many people frantically boiled seawater on the shore to make salt. As well as repairing fishing nets, it is obvious that outsiders seem to regard this place as their own territory, and this scene makes the defenders' teeth itch.

However, what happened next made them even more terrified.

No one noticed that a long boat was rushing southward with big oars, just eighty kilometers in a straight line from Fisk's current camp to the northernmost tip of Bornholm Island.

Theoretically, they wouldn't have to sail 80 kilometers before they met the ships of the friendly Spuut that were active there. On a clear day, standing on the high point of the island and looking into the distance, they could see about 20 nautical miles with the naked eye. outside the vessel.

Now that he has decided to attack, Fisk has no intention of sharing the glory of breaking the Silver Fort with Speuter, and even he is not completely sure whether the guy who is the royal pirate will give up his happy life of robbery and help Ross to attack the fort. Because Fisk knew that Spuut and the allied Danish nobleman Ragnar were gathering strength on Bornholm Island. They first obeyed the orders of King Rurik, and they were a boy in his early twenties, not necessarily Please move them.

A large number of Vxj Confederates who did not participate in the war waved their flags and shouted, and 200 Confederate soldiers who were willing to participate in the war followed the regular army to prepare to take advantage of the fire, and Fisk's army made a big scene!

Their clothes have been washed, and the white jerseys with blue stripes are really eye-catching on the dark green earth.

The army was divided into three parts, infantry, cavalry and siegemen. At the moment only a hundred cavalry were placed in the rear guard, and the plan was to open the groove and rush in and slash. The two hundred infantrymen are bowmen and can also become swordsmen and shields. They are the first troops to fight after the city is broken.

The siege soldiers are the most special. There are also a hundred of them. Each of them carries a round shield and a sword. The iron helmet is very strange because it is decorated with bear skins.

Thirty people reasonably carried the chopped logs, and the other seventy people worked in groups of two, holding arrow and stone shields made of local materials.

According to Fisk's plan, as long as he smashes the city gate, he will win half of the victory, and the next thing is just the army's indiscriminate killing.

The soldiers were ready, and he rode his horse and drew his steel sword to the front: "Russians! Attack!"

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