A magical scene occurred on the battlefield on the glacier. More than 200 people began to chase more than 600 people.
During this period, a large number of Covin people who fled were killed from behind, and the deceased no longer had to be ashamed of the scars on their backs, because they were already dead!
The following battle seems meaningless. Will Rurik show mercy? No! Immersed in the battlefield, Rurik's heart also fell into collective madness along with his tribesmen.
Here, everyone is a berserker!
Even the servants of the Lord of Salmon were included. Even though those being chased were members of the same large group as "Kevin", the leader Kehas felt that since they were desperately shooting arrows at his own people, they were pure opponents.
Besides, now is the time to express loyalty to the Russians and fight bravely to defeat the Russians as a "favour".
Rurik saw that even the servants followed closely behind the two hundred leather-armored berserkers and attacked fiercely. Why should he be merciful?
He gave orders to Jevro: "Take your crossbow and shoot all the fugitives as best you can. Kill all wounded and fallen enemies and show mercy."
In a sense, there is indeed an element of mercy in Rurik's order.
And this so-called mercy is to give the wounded enemy no more pain and get a happy death.
After Jevro led a group of crossbowmen and completed a round of inaccurate long-distance shooting on the spot, Rurik suddenly thought of something.
"Jevlo!"
"Alas!" Jevlo, who was winding up the pulley rope, responded calmly.
"When the enemy runs too far away, leave the pursuit to others."
"us……"
Rurik immediately pointed to the enemy corpses on the ground: "Cut off their heads. If you encounter those who are dying, show mercy and then chop off their heads."
"This..." Suddenly, Yevro felt that his master had become a stranger. "Why is this?"
Rurik also had a cold face: "After this battle, we will continue to attack Gray Squirrel Hill Castle. We need new slaves, we don't have to kill them. You go and collect the enemy's heads, I think
Those people will choose to lay down their weapons when they see so many heads."
"Master, are you asking them to surrender?" Jevro asked in surprise.
"Exactly. I will convince the big leader that if they are willing to surrender and become slaves, everyone's lives can be saved."
Jevlo asked casually: "What if they refuse?"
"Those who cannot be used by me will be killed!"
Yevluo nodded. Although he felt something was wrong, he still sighed: "You really look like a leader." After that, Yevluo looked at the Ross army that was counterattacking frantically, watching them wantonly kill the lone enemy.
From behind, he led the crowd to raise the crossbow: "Raise! Shoot!"
The enemy had fled further, and a group of people even scrambled to climb onto their reindeer sleighs, eager to leave this troubled place as soon as possible.
Morale collapsed, and the retreat turned into a rout. It seemed that as long as the reindeer sleigh was under control, escape would become easier.
Those well-trained reindeer did not panic because of the human war. Instead, they were the ones who escaped first. They used whips to beat the deer wildly, and some sleds ran rampant, causing the relatively orderly deer herd to become chaotic.
Got confused.
Of course, the Russians seized the opportunity of chaos and pursued them relentlessly. Fifty warriors were already chasing and killing them all the way to the Kovin people's sled group.
Even so, a group of Covin people who had no time to escape lay on the snow, with horrific wounds bleeding trickling down their backs.
At this point, some Russians finally stopped fighting.
The Russians began to pull the reindeer's reins and discuss this great victory with their companions. The capture of a large number of reindeer sleds aroused the idea of driving many people.
Only three reindeer sleighs carried a mere 20 people to escape the battlefield. Behind this small group of Kovin escapees, stood the fierce image of the Russians with blood-stained armor and wet beards, as well as the fierce figures who had become Yin.
Rainbow ice surface.
A large number of corpses were lying strewn across the glacier, and the wounded who were still squirming were assassinated by the Russians one after another.
Is this how the battle ends?
Otto was holding a bloody steel sword, standing on a reindeer sleigh, surrounded by his warriors.
"Otto! Otto! Otto..."
Everyone shouted Otto's name with their mouths open, as if they were worshiping the great god Odin.
Rurik, his small figure strolled on the battlefield. He had already seen the dripping blood, and he would no longer be frightened by this horrific scene.
Is fighting scary?
Of course it's scary!
Although Rurik originally hoped to use a peaceful way to force his opponents to surrender. Obviously, his father and his clan members wanted to attack simply and crudely. This idea was very simple and very efficient.
Just like this battle, it was obviously a decisive battle with unprecedented military strength, but the Russians themselves actually managed to have no one killed and only a few people injured, thanks to their excellent armor.
Of course, some people in the Russian army died in the battle, and they were just servants of the Salmon Lord tribe.
Not far away, my father was being cheered by warriors.
Rurik took a few glances at the crowd over there, and saw his mercenaries staring coldly at them as they squatted down and beheaded their enemies.
Several small sleds have accumulated some spherical objects, and it is self-evident what they are.
At this moment, Jevro, who looked solemn, wiped his bloody hands and approached Rurik.
"Master, we want to collect all the heads? Maybe the mountain god and river god will be angry about it."
Rurik heard it was ridiculous, but after thinking about it, he realized that Jevro himself was a Finn.
"How can we see it?"
"Because." Yevro paused, "Their souls are no longer complete, and they cannot return to their spiritual ancestors."
"Lingzu? What is that?"
"It's like...an ocean. It's the sea of souls, the destination of the dead Fen people. If you order their heads to be chopped off, they will..."
"Their incomplete souls are just wandering in this world?" Rurik shook his head. He thought Jevro's words were ridiculous, "Then continue to chop! We are Russians, and I am a person blessed by our god.
If the gods of the Fens are angry, then come! If the spirits of the dead are angry, then come."
"Since you insist..." Jevro said no more. Although he felt it was inappropriate, he continued to hold the axe, causing those enemies who died in the battle to continue to have their heads dismembered.
Of course, Yevluo knew that the Finns and the Covins had a very close relationship, and the languages of both sides were indistinguishable from each other. They were almost completely annihilated, which proved that the Russians were absolutely powerful. And this strength was the result of Yevluo.
Seen for the first time in my life.
Soon, Rurik's mercenaries had collected more than 500 heads, and their actions were finally noticed by Otto, who was leading the crowd to clean up the battlefield.
At first, Otto thought it was Rurik's mercenaries spontaneously venting their anger. It was not until he asked Jevro for details that he realized Rurik's crazy determination.
Otto's face suddenly darkened. He led a dozen people angrily towards his son, and then grabbed Rurik's neck as if to break it.
"Are you crazy? Rurik, why did you give such an order! They have already died in the battle, do you really want to vent your anger?"
Rurik was shocked at first, but then his panicked expression quickly turned calm.
Otto was also shocked by this.
"Tell me, what do you want?!" After saying that, Otto let go of his hand.
Rurik, who was suddenly attacked and suffered from severe neck pain, pointed to the gray squirrel hill fort that had not yet been breached and said without blinking: "Our battle is not over yet. We must capture that hill fort."
"Of course! I am returning with my brothers. We must knock down the mountain fortress before nightfall."
"I think so too. This time, I thought of a plan."
"Oh?" Otto calmed down a little, and the determined look in his son's eyes probably wasn't a lie. "What's your plan?"
Rurik then pointed at the enemy's head that had turned gray, "I don't believe that the enemy still has the courage to continue to hold on. They must be frightened. They must know that all the reinforcements they were expecting have been wiped out by us. I want them to open the city gate in person.
The living kneel before us and beg us to spare their lives."
"Like sparing those guys?" Otto said, referring to the Salmon Lord tribe of servants.
"Of course!" Rurik's attitude was still tough: "We pile up these heads or throw them directly into their walls. Yes! Throw all the heads over."
"So, they are willing to be our slaves?"
"They will definitely do it. We should order them that the severed head is the result of stubborn resistance, and we should also tell them that surrendering will guarantee their lives."
Otto found it a bit interesting. After all, his men were also very tired. If he continued to attack forcefully, he would suffer new casualties.
Otto still deliberately asked: "What if they stubbornly resist?"
"Kill!" Rurik said one word directly, and his determined eyes showed his decisive attitude.
"Ah~" Otto was both happy and emotional: "Any young man can always grow up after a battle. Rurik, you have grown up. Now let's go! You can try and force them to surrender."
A large group of Russians dressed in bloody clothes, carrying their large bucklers, carrying their own steel swords or large axes, swaggered towards the previous battlefield.
Behind them, the servants of the Salmon Lord believed that because they participated in the coordinated battle, they had gained military exploits for the Rus people, and the Rus leader's promise should be implemented immediately.
Kejas was in high spirits because Otto agreed with Rurik's decision, the decisive battle was won, and his people were freed.
The men of the Lord of Salmon immediately considered themselves the victors. They were required to control all the reindeer sleighs left by Kovin's reinforcements and march back to the battlefield outside the mountain fort.
The victorious people met up with a small group of stranded people and learned that the enemy had not taken advantage of the chaos to jump over the wall and escape.
Otto frowned and murmured in his mind: "You obviously have a chance to escape, so why don't you just stay in your mountain fortress and wait for death?"
In a sense, the last defenders of Gray Squirrel Hill Castle are just sitting back and waiting for death.
There are practical reasons for this!
Those brave warriors were all killed by the Russians, and a group of people were injured by arrows. What was very bad was that the gray squirrel tribe was already running out of arrows, and the special short arrows fired by the Russians could not be understood by what kind of bows they could fire.
Such an arrow.
The battle has lasted for three days, and it is already dusk. If the winner is not decided today, the victory will be decided tomorrow.
The Gray Squirrel tribe lost most of its men, and even many women. The survivors huddled around the tribe's shaman, praying that the reinforcements that finally arrived could defeat the invaders. It stands to reason that they would have taken the opportunity to escape.
Ability, but no one does it.
Because this is their home. For them, home can be given up, provided that the tribesmen work together to find a new settlement to settle down.
A group of wounded people needed care, and women and children who were on the verge of mental breakdown were also at a loss.
The leader Mechasta waited until his tribe was on the verge of collapse. The Varangians continued to hit the city gate, and a large wall collapsed. The appearance of reinforcements was like the haze of the snowstorm disappearing and the sun spreading summer sunshine.
Really looking forward to the stars and the moon for reinforcements! Mechasta also followed the tribesmen to pray for a complete victory for the reinforcements. The battle cries gradually dimmed, and as a large group of people came in force, Mechasta basically understood
Star, suddenly his body relaxed and he collapsed on the city wall.
His son Terravis rushed to his father and tried his best to help Mechasta up, who was in a daze.
Today, only twelve archers dare to stand on the wall. They are all hunched over, fearing that they will be shot down by sudden iron-clustered short arrows like their fellow tribesmen. But as a man's sense of responsibility, they are determined to follow their leader and stay on the wall.
Fight to the death in the most dangerous place.
At this moment, the Rus people formed a shield wall under the leadership of Otto. Everyone beat their shields with a strong sense of rhythm and shouted the exact same slogan at the same time.
Such momentum completed the powerful mental pressure on the gray squirrel tribe that was on the verge of collapse.
Otto's move was to build momentum for his son, because he could not guarantee that his son approaching the city wall would not be attacked by the enemy's cold arrows.
A pair of blood-stained chain mail was forcibly draped on Rurik's body, and the lowermost armor ring had reached Rurik's knees.
Rurik's current clothes were a bit nondescript, and the weight of the chainmail made him very uncomfortable. After all, he had gained further defense.
Next, Rurik took a solid step forward with his special warriors.
More than 40 people broke away from the dense formation of the Russians.
Among them, the mercenaries led by Jevro all held loaded crossbows, waiting for opportunities to kill all enemies who tried to fight back.
The remaining twenty men followed closely, dragging sleds filled with the heads of the enemy's dead.
Rurik felt a little nervous. If the enemy suddenly showed up with a sharpshooter and fired iron cluster arrows, he would be seriously injured.
It made sense to take the risk at this moment, because Rurik felt that he was the obvious capitulator.
Many people on the wall just stretched out their eyes, including Mechasta and his son. No one knew what these intruders wanted to do.
"Brothers, don't be impulsive, they don't seem to want to fight." Mechasta restrained several of his soldiers who were bucking their strings.
Rurik finally stood up from behind the crossbowman, and his small figure instantly shocked the equally young Terravis.
"It's actually him?!"
"You... do you know this child?" Mechasta asked, and then completely denied: "How is it possible! That looks like a Varangian child."
"I knew him. I should have shot him. It seemed that kid was indeed a commander."
"You missed the opportunity. It's too late to say anything now."
"No! There is still a chance." After saying that, Telavis held the bow and picked up the last iron cluster arrow in his right hand: "Only arrows like this can penetrate their iron chain armor."
But Tyravis's hand holding the arrow was held down by his father.
"Dad, you..."
"Don't provoke them." Mechasta whispered, "We continue to observe. You can only shoot arrows if I let you."
The two were whispering, and suddenly they heard understandable language spoken in a childlike voice.
Rurik raised his chest, stood only about thirty meters away from the city wall, and shouted: "You! Stop resisting! All your reinforcements are dead! Now you stop resisting and become our slaves, and you will be able to continue to survive."
Otherwise, this is what will happen!"
Stop resisting? Become a slave?! The reinforcements are all dead?!
Mechasta knew that his people would not be able to hold on, and he also did not believe in the enemy's promises.
Suddenly, a large number of strange things were thrown across the wall, and some of them landed on the scaffolding of the city wall, where they were picked up by people waiting for an opportunity to fight back.
Mechasta ordered his son to bring the furry thing over, even though he had a very strong premonition about it.
Tyravis boldly picked it up first, and then saw the hideous face of the deceased. He immediately let go and collapsed to the ground. With a pale face, he pointed at the rotating head, "What... is this? Death in battle."
people?"
At this moment, more and more heads of the war dead were thrown in, and the number was staggering.