The development of the situation did not allow the leader of the gray squirrel tribe, Mechasta, to hesitate. Although he felt that the enemy's appearance was strange, the guys who were the first to charge had a strong feeling of déjà vu.
But they launched a strong attack, and our own people had to repel them.
"All hunters are ready! Come up to the wooden wall, draw your bows and shoot arrows!" Mechasta greeted with all his strength. His tribesmen were nervous, holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, and climbed up behind the wall one after another.
of scaffolding.
Mechasta looked around and immediately ordered the arrows to be fired freely.
At the same time, he also signaled to his youngest son Tyravis who was hiding in the simple tower, asking the child to show his strength.
On the other hand, Kejas, who led his troops to kill the enemy's village, was shocked that the enemy had reinforced the wall. Looking at the sloping snow slope, he was a little worried that his attack would be frustrated. Since there were a large number of Ross warriors behind him, he knew
You can't retreat yourself.
Kejas didn't say anything inspiring. He roared with a big mouth, and with a shield on his left and a sword on his right, he mixed in with the tribesmen and charged.
Finally, the expected blow came!
The Gray Squirrel tribe had organized more than a hundred archers. There were as many as seventy people standing on the wall and thirty people under the wall.
The arrows began to be thrown in large numbers, receiving energy bonus from the gravitational potential energy, and the falling bone arrows also had good lethality.
The thick leather jackets worn by the Salmon Lord Tribe warriors who were attacking began to be penetrated. Since the wounds were very shallow, the injured were still holding up their short spears and howling in response to the impact.
There were also a few poor men who were completely unlucky. By chance, a falling arrow hit their necks.
The moment of heavy damage directly caused the three warriors to die. They vomited blood in pain, and their moans of difficulty were drowned in the charges and shouts of the tribesmen.
He saw that many tribesmen were injured, and even saw many arrows flying towards him.
After blocking a few arrows with his wooden shield, Kejas shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, don't be afraid! Let's rush forward and climb up the city wall to wipe out all the hateful squirrel guys!"
This roar was heard by Mechasta on the wall.
"What's going on? Are they..." Seeing the strangely dressed people standing not far behind these howling guys, Mechasta believed that it was not just the Varangians who were attacking him, but also the Varyags.
The theoretical kin of the Salmon Lord who became servants.
The more he thought about it, the more determined Mechasta became.
"Brothers! The ones attacking us are Salmon Guys. They have become the hunting dogs of the Varangians. They are a bunch of mad dogs. We must shoot them!"
Whenever the Salmon Lord tribe is mentioned, the anger of the Gray Squirrel tribe members is ignited.
Everyone was still very nervous. After all, no one had ever seen such a huge formation in their lives.
Even if it is as simple as an army of more than 300 people attacking a small village.
For them, it is tantamount to a huge war.
More and more Salmon Lord tribe warriors were hit by arrows, and some of the injured began to sit down, gritting their teeth and trying to pull out the barbed arrows.
Others have actually tried to retreat and escape beyond the range of the opponent's bow and arrow.
In the chaos, Kejas continued to move forward with difficulty. He saw that his people were losing strength under the enemy's increasingly powerful fire. He covered his vital torso with a wooden shield and held high the weapon inherited from his ancestors.
The iron sword, in order to lead all the brave men to continue to charge.
However, at least twenty people were shot and felled by arrows. They did not die, but just huddled in the snow and howled.
Beside them, there were a large number of terrifying arrows.
Finally, looking at the half-hidden archers of the "Squirrel Guy" not far away, and even the arrows shot from the tower, the morale of more people actually collapsed like this!
Some people began to choose to flee. Even the man who was supposed to be watching the ladder rush to the front line, some simply let go and ran backwards.
There was nothing wrong with them dodging bows and arrows, but this move made Otto furious.
A big hand always covered Rurik's shoulder.
Now Rurik witnessed a real battle. Cold sweat broke out on his feet in his leather boots, and his eyes were wide open. For a moment, he was not thinking about the strategy of siege, but actually enjoying the battle.
A real ancient siege battle.
Is it exciting? No! War is not exciting, but it makes people burst with adrenaline.
Seeing that the guys sent out to attack the city actually retreated, Rurik clearly felt that his shoulder blades were about to be crushed by his furious father.
"Dad...are they...at large?" Rurik asked weakly.
"Damn Kejas, that guy betrayed our trust. Rurik!" Otto ordered.
"exist!"
"Now, it's your time to prove yourself."
"Ah?! Do you want me to lead the attack?!" Rurik was surprised.
Otto let go of his hand, then pushed his son hard, and then gave a stern order: "Take your mercenaries and shoot the escaping people with crossbows! Remember, traitors do not deserve to live."
Although it felt a little cruel, Rurik knew that nothing was more important than military morale at this moment.
The right way is to execute a few deserters and order the remaining people to continue charging.
Rurik held his breath and pointed with his little finger at the mercenaries standing in his team.
All the mercenaries, led by Jevro, left the main town of the Ross Army.
Two hundred pairs of terrifying eyes looked at the twenty people, including Rurik, who had left the team. Everyone was paying attention to all the actions of the future leader Rurik. They even waited for the big leader's order, even though they were to kill the fleeing servants.
By.
Rurik asked Yevro to whisper a few words, and then he simply picked up a loaded crossbow himself, and for the time being acted as a captain, arranging the team in a line, organizing them like a firing squad.
Only Javlo took the lead and shouted in ancient Finnish: Don't retreat! Go back and fight! Otherwise you will be wiped out!"
Perhaps this roar was drowned in the lamentations of the retreat, the excited shouts of the enemies not far away, and the chilling sound of the shamans beating their leather drums.
Rurik had a dull face, he had no further hesitation.
"Crossbowman!"
"Raise the bow! Shoot!"
With an order, twenty arrows were fired, including Rurik's, and six of the fleeing men were immediately hit. The so-called hits here are no different from shooting.
People who were hit by crossbow arrows at close range fell to the ground one after another, twitching wildly a few times before becoming completely motionless, and the snow under their bodies quickly turned red.
He did not die in the hands of the enemy, but was easily killed by the Russians who oversaw the battle.
At this moment, all the fleeing Salmon Lord tribesmen were stunned on the spot. They remembered the scene of their defeat. In fact, they did not feel much humiliation of defeat. Some of them were shocked by the sudden and inexplicable death.
Taking advantage of the opportunity for the crossbow to be cocked, Yevro shouted loudly; "Continue the attack! Those who retreat will be killed!"
The attitude of the Russians was serious, and the fleeing people turned their heads in panic and continued to rush towards the enemy wall.
At this moment, Kejas noticed the scene of his people being punished, and he shouted with all his strength: "Don't retreat!"
It's not that Kejas's appeal was useful at all, but that everyone knew that the Russians meant what they said. Their minds went blank and they began to charge mechanically. Even the arrows that hit the enemy's body were no longer available.
Pain. In their opinion, nothing is more terrifying than being hit by a Russian crossbow.
On the other hand, Mechasta, the leader of the Gray Squirrel tribe, already felt that his archers had done a good job and the enemy was repelled by the bows and arrows? He had to think about the previous imagination of the tribe. The so-called enemy expedition, they might
It was so powerful, but now it has reached the end of its power.
However, the enemy came back and looked even more powerful.
"Damn it! They're here again. Men with spears, all on the wall!"
Mechasta saw the enemy coming with a ladder and knew that they wanted to use it to climb the ice wall. The ice wall was deliberately built to prevent the enemy from climbing. The sudden appearance of the ladder made Mechasta feel anxious.
Talk about mistakes.
The archers were still serious. They were condescending. As the enemy got closer and closer, their ability to accurately shoot squirrels finally came in handy.
More Salmon Lord tribe warriors were hit by arrows, and they suffered another batch of casualties, finally reaching under the enemy's ice wall.
Kaihas held up the shield awarded by the Rus to protect his torso and head. He roared at the top of his lungs and ordered the tribesmen to put up the ladder.
More soldiers decided to climb the sloping snow slope directly, but as soon as they started trying, they realized that it was actually slippery ice!
Some people tried to climb with stone manuscripts. Such people were shot in the eyes and necks by sudden bows, and they were killed on the spot. Many others had a lot of small wounds on their bodies, and the arrows were hung on their leather jackets.
, what’s crazy is that there are actually more than ten arrows hanging on someone’s body.
Even Kehas' shield, he felt that the scene was shocking. Because near the handle behind the shield, there were three clusters of iron arrows that had penetrated half of the shield.
In his hurry, he had no time to panic. He stood under the sloping ice wall and ordered the soldiers to climb the ladder.
Some brave men began to climb, while others wielded their short bows and used suppressive fire on the enemies on the wall.
From the beginning, the Salmon Lord tribesmen released bows and arrows during the charge. Since the number of arrows fired was not large and there was no clear target, the Gray Squirrel tribe suffered almost no casualties.
As the archers on both sides began to shoot at close range, both sides could clearly see their eyes and faces, and the battle truly became intense.
There began to be gray squirrel tribe warriors who were hit by arrows and fell heavily from the scaffolding behind the wall. There were more and more people like this.
Mechasta looked worried, and he quickly ordered his reserve soldiers to climb up and make up for the shortcomings.
What makes Mechasta happy now is that his measures are effective. Now, the gates of the village wall are blocked by various heavy debris. The enemy has no way to enter from the main entrance, and they are unable to climb directly.
To reach the ice wall, they could only rely on four very long ladders.
Because there are only four tools for breaking through, the defense seems to have become simpler for the defending troops.
Many climbing warriors were directly stabbed to death by short spears, which frightened those who intended to continue climbing. In addition, from time to time, stones were thrown down or rolled down the ice wall, and the stones broke the legs of others.
Or his head was smashed directly, and the scene was a mess.
There were fatal wounds on the bodies of the dead, and a number of dying people quickly piled up under the ice wall, and the hot blood flowing out also evaporated a terrifying mist.
The battlefield has become terrifying. In the current scene, the soldiers on both sides of the battle are meeting each other for the first time.
In the chaos, Mechasta finally saw the face of the man holding the strange patterned wooden shield.
"Damn it! It's definitely you! Kejas, take your life!" After shouting, Mechasta's preparation was to match the iron arrow with the bow.
Kejas vaguely heard someone yelling his name. He flicked his eyes and saw someone aiming at him.
With a reflexive block, he withstood the shot of an iron cluster arrow less than ten meters away.
The arrow cluster penetrated the wooden shield as a whole, and if it advanced a little further, it could blind itself.
Kejas was almost paralyzed with fear. He thought of retreating, but when he thought of those people who had just been shot, he hesitated.
He was suffering from hesitation, and his people were also making apparently futile attacks.
Kejas doesn’t understand. Does his new master want everyone to die? Also, when did the gray squirrel tribe become so capable of fighting? Aren’t they a group of cowards who can only passively defend themselves? Cowards have turned into warriors?!
The reality is that the Salmon Lord tribe, which is supposed to be brave, may have lost their courage long ago, and the remaining people are all cowards.
As more and more tribesmen are killed by squirrel men, the spirits of those tribesmen who are still alive and continue to fight are about to collapse.
"Chief! If we continue like this, we will be dead!" A tribal warrior with arrows hanging on his leather jacket rushed to Kejas' side.
Suddenly, Kejas saw the man stiffen and then collapse to the ground.
An arrow pierced the back of the warrior's head. The owner of the iron-clustered arrow was none other than the ten-year-old Terravis.
This kid is like a sniper. In fact, what he is doing now is exactly the job of sniper.
Terravis shot at least three people accurately. Based on his confidence in his ability, he specifically shot the enemy's vital points, especially the neck where the major blood vessels were located.
This arrow directly destroyed the back of the man's head, and the whole man suddenly became stiff and died on the spot.
The clan warrior died in front of him, and Kejas's spirit finally collapsed.
"Brothers! Let's withdraw! Let everything go to hell!"
Kejas could no longer care about anything. He turned around urgently and began to lead the evacuation. The rest of the Salmon Lord tribe warriors also chose to retreat and abandoned the ladder directly.
Suddenly, an arrow hit Kehas's back.
He actually stumbled, then covered his ears and howled heartbreakingly.
Because he suddenly saw, right next to him, an ear hanging from the iron cluster of an arrow, which was undoubtedly his ear.
In grief and anger, he grabbed the arrow and continued to cover his ears and fled, even forgetting the shield given by the Russians.
Kehas, what he will never forget is the iron sword he inherited.
Facing the complete collapse of the Salmon Lord tribe, Rurik's eyelids trembled.
After all, according to the agreement, anyone who retreats without authorization will die.
Rurik looked at his father Otto with a somewhat embarrassed expression, and turned his head back.
No matter what Otto thought, in the middle of the war, Rurik decided to ruthlessly fulfill his responsibilities.
Jevro shouted as usual: "We must not retreat! The traitors must die!"
But in the face of complete collapse, Yevlo's roar was meaningless.
Rurik also had a serious look. He took the lead in raising the crossbow with great strength and ordered: "Crossbowman! Lift the bow!"
Upon seeing this, all the fleeing Salmon Lord tribe warriors were stunned, but Kehas didn't care about anything.
Kejas' face half covered in blood surprised Otto, and then Otto watched as he continued to retreat with a sharply reduced number of people.
"Get ready!" Rurik had already sounded a long tone, and when the well-trained crossbowman was about to pull the trigger, Otto roared, like a bear roaring through the silence of the mountain forest.
"The mercenaries withdraw from the team! Don't shoot them!"
Rurik breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he did not want to annihilate his army of servants. The mercenaries put away their crossbows. Seeing this, the surviving warriors of the Salmon Lord tribe all collapsed on Ross as if they were relieved of their burdens.
In front of the enemy formation, their embarrassed appearance simply caused many Russian soldiers to spit or insult them.
It can be said that up to now, a critical battle ended with the failure of the Russian coalition. Of course, the Russians never thought so. It was just the people of the Gray Squirrel tribe who felt that they had won the first battle.