Okenstein has been watching the enemy's actions, and now he fully understands that the pirates are holding big logs to break open the wooden door. The stone wall is stable, but the wooden door is very weak. During the dark battle, the pirates had already tried to break down the wooden door.
Opening the door, they almost succeeded.
Ockenstein was a formidable man who had experienced hundreds of battles, and it was rare for him to have weak legs in this situation.
He yelled and ordered his men: "Brothers! They are going to attack the city, and the wooden gate cannot be defended at all. This is our last battle, let us fight like real men! Follow me!"
Ockenstein realized that if the pirates wanted to break into the door, the fragile door could not withstand it at all. Guarding the wall became meaningless, so the castle courtyard was used as the final battlefield. Gambling on the bravery of the Danes, the pirates
Kill them all! In fact, he felt that he still had a chance of winning. The so-called pirates must have been quite panicked when they rushed in. As long as we stayed prepared, we might be able to kill them all. And this was the defender's only chance of winning.
All the people on the wall retreated to the courtyard and formed a circular shield wall under Ockenstein's order.
Ockenstein stood in the front row and roared: "For the glory of Denmark, kill all these Svealans!"
"rua! rua! rua..." Everyone let out their Viking war cry, waiting for the powerful enemy to invade.
For these guards were almost all Danes, who despised all the people from the north of the sea, even though they spoke exactly the same language to each other.
At this moment, the wooden door was no longer guarded. The defenders all knew that the door would be smashed into pieces after the huge wood collided with it several times.
Arik led the charge and suddenly dispersed when he approached the wooden door.
The twenty people carrying the wood screamed and hit the door with two big holes in it. With just one blow, the wooden door collapsed.
At this moment, Arik was stunned to see that the enemies in the courtyard had already prepared their battle formations, and the others were also very surprised.
After a moment, Arik regained his composure. Suddenly, he had an idea. He waved his steel sword and shouted: "Don't stop the big tree, keep hitting it! Break their shield wall!"
Hearing such roars in Norse, Okenstein suddenly felt a chill.
I saw those people holding up the wood rushing over like crazy. The huge wood instantly smashed the shield wall of Oxen's guards who were waiting for them, and many people simply fell to the ground.
Arik continued to yell: "Brothers, kill them all."
All the Russians tied an extra piece of cloth on their arms to avoid hurting their own people in the melee.
Arik took the lead and stabbed one of the fallen enemies to death while they were not paying attention.
The strong men carrying the wood pulled out the two axes hanging on their waists. With their shields still on their backs, they raised the two axes high and charged at the enemy with the attitude of pure berserkers.
Okenstein, who was on the defensive, expected that the pirates would break down the city gate, but he never expected that his defense line had been penetrated.
"Quick! Form a shield wall!" Okenstein shouted in confusion, and some people began to shrink their front after hearing his order.
However, there were still at least twenty defenders who had been killed in the initial chaos.
The howling Russians, their shields collided with the defenders, and for a while it became a pure struggle between the two sides.
"Brothers, hold on! Give me a stab." After Okunstein gave the order, he personally participated in the chaos.
Pushed by the people pouring in from behind, it suddenly became difficult for the Russians in front to stretch out their fists and feet.
The two sides hurt each other through shields. As a result, the Russians quickly killed more than ten people in battle, just because their leather armor was pierced by the enemy.
The risky Aric gritted his teeth and persisted. By now, his chainmail already had three big gaps. As he continued to fight, his back was also pressed against his companion's shield, and he was pushed by a powerful force.
He moves forward.
Nearly four hundred Russians poured into the empty space inside the castle, and the defenders had less than forty men left to fight.
Even if Ockenstein and his men were brave, it would be difficult for them to withstand the momentum of 400 people with the strength of forty people.
There were constant defenders who were stabbed by spearheads or sword blades at awkward angles and died in the chaos. In such battles, the Russians also suffered terrible casualties.
Okenstein's iron sword was a little bent, and he held his wooden shield against most of his body. During the melee, the nose guard of his helmet was hit with an axe, not very hard, and he almost lost his life.
Okenstein had actually stabbed three people to death. He was not happy at all because his own formation was being stripped away!
Finally, the front that the defenders had struggled to maintain collapsed!
The guards that Lord Oxon was proud of were still fighting in the empty castle. Only ten men covered in blood were left. Even though the guards had killed thirty people in the melee, their own destruction was imminent.
Those who have survived to this day are the bravest people. Shuangfeng still held up his shield and fought in melee. Due to the large number of corpses on the ground, the combat distance between the two sides was finally widened.
The red-eyed Russians saw a large number of brothers killed in battle, and all they could think about was to cut down the enemy immediately.
They also understood that the last ten enemies were so brave that if they rushed over rashly, they would probably be killed on the spot.
Arik was breathing heavily, and his steel sword was dripping with blood. These young men still had plenty of physical strength. Seeing the corpses on the ground, his mind calmed down a little, forcing him to pause for a moment.
A strange scene occurred in the empty space inside the castle.
More than three hundred Russians formed a huge circle, surrounding the ten people in the circle.
Their leather boots were originally stepping on the sandy ground, with corpses lying under their feet, and now their leather boots were stained with blood.
Surrounded, Okenstein was extremely nervous. His tense arms relaxed slightly, and his bloody face gradually revealed his entire shield.
"Come on! You pirates, let us fight to the death!"
"Pirates? We are not pirates!" Arik, who was full of blood, touched with his sword and pointed the sword pointed at the person who spoke, denying the hateful slander: "Damn Gotlanders, this time we are here for revenge."
"Bah! You are just a group of stupid pirates. How dare you provoke us? You are provoking a war! You are seeking your own death!"
"War? When did it stop?" Arik shook off the blood on his sword vigorously and held it high. Under the rising sun, the bright white steel sword reflected its charming golden light.
What a wonderful sheen this is?!
Seeing the strange sword held by the young man in front of him, Okenstein clearly understood that the visitor was no ordinary pirate at all.
He asked loudly: "Who are you? Why are you attacking us for no reason?"
"We are Russians. I am Arik, the son of the Ross Territory. This time I am here to attack you! Revenge for our dead!" Arik said deliberately.
Revenge? Ockenstein finds it very ridiculous.
What's even more incredible is that the other party is actually from Russia.
"You are actually Russians? I have heard that your leader has a magical sword. Is it yours? Could it be that you will be the leader of the Russians in the future?"
"I have no more nonsense to say about dying people." Arik deliberately rambled on, just to let himself and everyone rest for a while. Now, he continued to ask: "Are you a famous person?"
"I am the captain of the castle guard, Okenstein, and I am a famous warrior. I have killed many people from the Siya Alliance. Today is the first battle with you Russians. You are indeed different." In the chaos,
Okenstein had an idea, and he actually started negotiating terms.
"Young man, your name is Arik, and you are the future leader. But it is unfair for you to attack us with so many people. Unless we fight one on one!"
"Single challenge? Okay!" Arik stepped forward without even thinking.
Harozov was so shocked by this situation that he quickly stopped him: "Aric, don't be impulsive! You can't get hurt."
"That's enough, uncle." Arik suddenly turned his head and scolded Harozov: "This is my duel, I want to defeat this strong man."
duel?!
As soon as they heard this word, all the young people in Russia who participated in the war couldn't help banging their shields and making a fuss. Because their so-called "dangerous game" was to slash each other with wooden swords and shields, so many people practiced fighting alone.
ability.
Arik has never faced a real enemy in a one-on-one duel to the death. For the sake of his prestige among the young people of the tribe, he knows that he must accept the challenge posed by the enemy.
Seeing that Arik agreed, Okenstein consciously saw hope and immediately made a condition: "You and I have a duel. If I lose, it means that we will all die. If you lose, you will spare the lives of ten of us."
how do you feel?"
Arik glanced at it, thought about it, and agreed: "Okay. If you and I fight, only one of us will survive."
After that, Arik took off his damaged chainmail and leather clothes, revealing his upper body covered with chest hair and muscle texture. He even threw away his shield, only holding the steel sword in his right hand, he shouted: "Don't you dare?"
dare?"
"Be a berserker?! Come on!" Ockenstein growled.
At this moment, he could no longer care about the gold coins promised by the donor.
No matter what your fate is, if you die here, your life will be worth it. How glorious it is to die as a berserker!
Okenstein even threw his helmet aside, exposing his upper body. His muscles were obviously stronger than Arik's, but his old face showed a hint of fatigue.
Amidst the roars of hundreds of people, the duel began.
The two swords were slashed together, and at the moment of impact, many people actually saw sparks bursting out.
Arik marveled at the opponent's strength, and Okunstein marveled at Arik's deft dodge.
The two sides fought fiercely for five rounds without deciding the winner. Finally, in the sixth sword collision, Aric relied on the tactical advantage of the steel sword to directly cut off Ockenstein's sword. The sword's edge cut the opponent's
neck.
For a moment, Okenstein lost the ability to speak. He stared at the bull's eye and slowly raised the broken sword. He couldn't believe that such a magical thing could happen.
Then the world started spinning, and he saw all the figures shaking, and finally he saw the ground full of blood and water, entering eternal darkness.
Okenstein was in a different place, and he was also the first person in Gotland whose head was chopped off by a steel sword on the battlefield.
In the brief silence, the Russians suddenly fell into a rage.
Arik picked up the head and raised it crazily to face his own people: "Brothers, I am the real war leader."
"Arik! Arik! Arik..." The Russians banged their wooden shields and shouted Arik's name in unison.
This duel was really Arik's battle to become famous. Even Harold Johnson was involved in it. He had to admit that his nephew had become a talented person. So, Ogier, who had become a heroic spirit, should also feel proud when he saw that his son was so brave.
Be happy!
Not only the duel, but also the successful entry into the castle was also Arik's idea.
A thought immediately came to Haro Zuosen's mind: "If there had not been Ryurik Arik, you would have been our new leader. I hope you will not compete with your brother for the position."
What is glory? Arik felt that he was now bathing in the holy morning sunshine and accepting the support of his own people.
He threw away the bloody head and pointed his sword at all the stone buildings: "Come at me! Brothers, take the gold that belongs to us."
The last nine garrison guards died immediately in the chaos, and the furious Russians rushed to each stone room with locked wooden doors.
The largest stone chamber became the target of public criticism.
The big ax directly smashed the wooden door to pieces. The Russians then aimed at the guards at the four doors at the end of the corridor and quickly stabbed them to death with more than ten spearheads.
Another wooden door blocks the way.
Aric, who had completely transformed into a berserker, took the long-handled ax from his companion and made a terrifying chop, causing the wooden door to fall down.
Immediately afterwards, there was a woman's heart-rending scream and a man's wailing.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Arik was stunned. He first handed the ax to his companion, and then drew out his sword.
“The room is very warm, but why does it smell so bad?”
"Aha! It must have been the man fatter than the seal who pissed himself in fear!" A certain warrior shouted casually, and the people who followed him laughed wildly.
Arik turned his head slightly: "Brothers, have you seen those boxes? They must be gold. Let's go."
At this moment, the castle owner Oxon was really scared to death, and after his wife and concubines screamed briefly, they saw the blood-covered "savage" holding a sword walking in. They were so shocked that they immediately lost their voices and almost fainted.
After all, they are the mothers of their children. At critical moments, they hug their daughters out of maternal instinct, close their eyes tightly and hope for a miracle.
Miracle? Could there be a miracle? All the defenders must be dead.
The desperate Oxon heard that the pirates wanted gold, and for a moment, he felt that he had hope of survival.
With a gesture of extreme humiliation, Oxen moved his fat body and crawled like a fat pig in front of Arik, whose upper body was covered in other people's blood.
"Ah! Sir, you want gold. I will give you gold! A lot of gold."
"You?" Aric looked down upon the humble people in front of him, but when he thought that his biological father died in the hands of these people, he immediately kicked Oxon in a rage, which made Oxon almost howl.
Oxen regained his composure and pointed to his wooden box and his wives and concubines: "Sir, if you can spare my life, the gold will be given to you, and the women will be yours."
After hearing this, his two wives and concubines were extremely frightened, and their feelings now must have added a layer of sadness and anger.
Two women huddled together holding their children.
Arik looked at the woman. He didn't want to attack her. Although there was a melee at the beginning, the crazy Russians were really attacking indiscriminately. As long as everyone calms down a little, they won't attack people indiscriminately.
The Rus are also a branch of the Vikings. In a society around the Baltic Sea, it is normal for the losers of the war to serve as slaves for the victors. However, the Rus are located in a remote location and rarely conduct foreign conquests, making slaves used for service in the tribe extremely rare.
Things are different now. From this battle until now, all those captured, as long as they are not injured, will be taken back as trophies. What's more, most of the captives are women!
Arik knew that he should not attack women, otherwise he would bear a very bad stigma after becoming famous in one battle.
The kneeling man was still begging for mercy, but the more this man did this, the more contemptuous he became.
"Hey! You idiot. You still have your sword. Pull it out and fight us like a man."
Oxon was still mumbling words of begging for mercy, and his nose was dripping with mucus. "As long as...as long as you let me go, these gold and silver will be yours. Use them to buy my life, okay?"
Arik took the trouble and looked at the fat pig fiercely: "If we kill you, the gold and silver will still be ours, so what does it have to do with you?"
After that, he walked over and killed the richest businessman in Skenberg without mercy.
At this point, the entire fighting strength of the Gotlanders in Skokenburg was gone, and the Russians won the victory.
Who cares what kind of reaction their attack on Gotland will have on other Gotlanders and the Danes?
Now Arik didn't even care about the two huddled women. He kicked away Oxen's body, and then swung his steel sword violently, accurately cutting off the bronze lock of the wooden box.
He opened the lid, and a large number of Russians came over. Shock was written on everyone's faces - the box was filled with shiny silver coins!