Chapter 404 That whistle is the fire support of the Ross Army
As the saying goes, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. This time, the Swea Tribal Alliance, with its new identity as the Kingdom of Sweden, in the same bay and the same battlefield, is trying to repeat what the Danish Gotlanders did. But this is
Once, the invader became the invaded, and sooner or later those who came out to play will have to fight back. The Gotlandic port town of Beiköping, built on the burning ruins of old Ostara, is facing an attack of up to 4,000 people.
Attack by mixed fleet.
In terms of size alone, the strength of the Swedish coalition is comparable to that of the Danish coalition.
As the target of the attack, the colonists of Norrköping had a smaller population and weaker military strength. There were some tough guys among them, but unfortunately they were not Gotlanders.
Some fishing boats began to flee for their lives. Behind them were huge numbers of sails and rushing ships. Even people with good eyesight couldn't help rubbing their eyes. They couldn't believe what they saw, especially the huge triangular sail flying behind them.
The ships can be regarded as human beings.
It would be great if they were Danish troops, then maybe Hafgen, the leader of the Danish alliance, finally decided to use force against those guys in Lake Mälaren. However, the various characteristics of the visitors indicated that they were not Danish
people.
A few smart people have rushed to the beach, pushed the boat into the bay, and took their women and children with them to move deeper into Bullock Bay and hide in the inland lake area to avoid disaster. But there are also many people who are just out of their minds.
, they really naively thought that only the Danes in the world could organize a huge army and fill the entire bay with sails. No matter how strange they looked, they must be Danes.
However, Carl, who stormed the beach with great momentum, faced more than thirty people drying fishing nets on the shore, as well as the large and small wooden houses behind them, and some of them just looked at the ants with contempt.
He drew his iron sword and shouted: "Men of Mellaren, follow me! Destroy these Gotlanders!"
Having said that, he was the first to jump off the ship. He didn't care about the shock and confusion of the other party, and began to kill indiscriminately. He had no humanity left, only the beastly nature of a berserker. A large number of his subordinates who jumped off the ship, holding their war weapons high,
The ax roared and rushed towards the unprepared residents of Norrkoping. Those who were stranded on the beach were knocked down one after another, and the remaining people fled in all directions.
All three longships washed up on the beach, and a hundred Melalen warriors launched the first round of attacks. Behind them, a larger fleet was on its way to the beach, but it would take some time.
Finally, some Gotland men who had recovered their senses gathered spontaneously.
They no longer had time to wear leather armor or mail armor, and now they only wore light leather clothes and cloth clothes, holding bucklers and axes, and at most wearing helmets. They ran out of their wooden houses one after another, leaving behind the shivering children holding their children.
Women devote themselves to resistance, even if this resistance is very futile.
More than thirty Gotland lightly armed men rushed towards their port and were instantly confused in the face of the swarming enemies.
Karl opened his bloody mouth, pointed his sword at the other person who suddenly appeared, and roared ferociously: "Brothers! Come on me!"
There is no need for more nonsense. Karl's soldiers have always received favors from their masters on weekdays. Now they are looking forward to the opportunity to be loyal. They hold their battle axes high and charge forward with their swords. These people don't even have time to organize a shield wall.
, they rushed to attack, fearing that their trophies would be snatched away by others.
How could a mere thirty enemies be able to withstand the violent collision of nearly a hundred people? What's more, most of these people were wearing chainmail and were so strong.
The heavy wooden shields wrapped in cowhide and edged with iron sheets of the Malaren army knocked the Gotlanders to the ground one after another, and then completed the bloody end with an ax and sword thrust.
It can be said that in the first wave of real beach battles, Karl's Malaren Army was a reckless vanguard and achieved a complete crushing victory.
Now, Karl's eyes only have the desire for gold and silver. He firmly believes that there are many treasures hidden in the Gotland fishing village called "Norrkoping" in front of him.
Yes, who can deny that a settlement named after a trading stronghold is poor.
On the other side of the battlefield, Olegin was trembling with excitement as he watched his son's victory.
The remaining people of Mellaren are also very interesting. They all know that after the death of Origen, who is very young, Karl, who is fighting at the front, will be their second king.
"Karl! Karl! Karl!"
The people on the longboat were still rowing hard, and calling "Karl" in unison became everyone's new chant.
The shouts of the Malaren Army inspired the excitement of the troops on the shore.
Karl's face was stained with the enemy's blood. He wiped it with his elbow, and carrying the bloody sword, he began to lead his men into the villages of Gotland and began his plundering feast.
However, a spear suddenly protruded from the wooden house and knocked down many soldiers at once.
Before he could react, a group of ambush Gotlanders suddenly came and killed him, including even women among them.
When they entered the village rashly, they encountered a real head-on attack. Suddenly, more than fifty sturdy warriors wearing full chainmail armor, wearing iron helmets with only two small holes exposed, calmly appeared.
Rushed over.
These guys don't look like ordinary unprepared Gotlanders. There are obviously many wooden houses with excellent construction in the direction they came from.
While the soldiers of the Malaren Army were still fighting the ambushers and gradually gaining the upper hand, who could have expected that a group of berserkers who were literally covered in iron would suddenly appear?
More than a dozen of Karl's men were knocked down directly, and then were stabbed to death with spear points or had their heads chopped open with axes.
"Brothers, don't panic. Let's gather together!" Carl shouted before the battle.
He himself was indeed not very panicked, but his men had never seen such a battle in their lives!
"Sir, we are not prepared enough! They are full of iron!" Some soldiers roared with grief and anger.
"Idiot! You can't retreat! You are the strongest, you can't embarrass me."
Karl wanted to resist, but his situation became more and more passive.
Just like the advice given to Olegin by the old guy on the ship, Karl's lone army went deep into the country or became the target of public criticism, but unexpectedly his words became a prophecy.
It can be said that the information is inaccurate, making the Mälaren army think that Norrkoping is full of Gotland immigrants, and there are very few Danes among them.
But, how is this possible?!
Karl didn't know yet that he was encountering an elite force, even though this group of "iron guys" didn't have many troops.
Of course, the small number here refers to the entire Swedish coalition, but in the current local battle, the Danes and Gotlanders have more armed men than Karl.
Karl had to shrink his troops. He had already lost 30% of his troops. Although he caused several "iron guys" casualties, in the end he suffered the greatest loss.
More than sixty Meralen warriors formed a circle, using staggered round shields as a protective barrier, and slowly retreated towards the beach.
Karl's sword was still dripping with blood, but his shield had been punched with many holes by the enemy's axe. This was the second time in his life that he was in such a miserable state. The last time was when he competed with Ross's Aric, so this time it might not be possible.
My life is not guaranteed.
When Carl landed, his men were all armed with short weapons, and they were also doing the job of "horse running".
However, what they encountered was a true Viking heavy infantry. The long-handled battle axes dropped from the sky by the Danes kept cracking the skulls of the Malaren army. Karl's retreat was full of bloody sorrow.
Just when everyone clearly saw the coast in extreme difficulty, their morale suddenly collapsed when they saw a steady stream of approaching longships.
There were only about thirty of Carl's men left alive, and they took him and ran away.
Those "iron guys" pursued them vigorously at first, but when they saw the overwhelming number of ships, they were stunned for a moment and even subconsciously took a few steps back. After all, they had no intention of escaping.
"What's going on?! Were they kicked out?" Olegin, who was standing at the bow of the ship, squinted and saw his son's embarrassed appearance clearly.
The Russian fleet has been closely following the Mellaren people. Rurik and Otto could see Karl's embarrassed appearance very clearly. Even the sudden appearance of a group of weapons with dark metallic colors all over their bodies.
The person was also seen by everyone.
Otto, with his warrior's keenness, sensed that something was wrong with the situation. He slapped Rurik on the back violently, a little harder because of nervousness.
"Dad! What are you doing?"
"How about it? Find a way to fire a few javelins to support them? You see, those Melalen people are frightened by the enemy."
Rurik, who was already on high alert, was stunned for a moment. Based on his intuitive judgment, the current position of the Avlora was about 200 meters away from the waterline of the beach. With such a distance, a large ship should consider
Broken down.
Rurik tried to think calmly: "Look, the Mellaren people are rushing to the beach with all their strength. And over there, there are ships chasing their escapees. Dad, the agreement said that we should not intervene."
"Bah! At this point, if we really stand by and do nothing, we have tarnished our status as warriors. Boy, do you think your javelin can hit the beach?"
Otto's face became extremely ferocious, and Rurik was startled. The wrinkles on this old face simply screamed "I am eager to fight."
Forget it! These torsion slingshots have all been tested. It is no problem to launch a crossbow javelin at the maximum elevation angle, or simply a glass bullet, to intervene in a battle more than 200 meters away, but the dispersion problem may be a bit troublesome.
Rurik gritted his teeth and immediately faced the envious and uncomfortable Yevro on the boat (in fact, everyone wanted to go ashore to fight): "Install the javelin! Maximum angle!"
Soon, the Avora adjusted its sides to face the enemy. The three torsion slingshots on one side were all set to a maximum shooting angle of 45° based on their designed angle adjustment mechanisms.
Yevluo roared in excitement: "Sir! Get ready!"
For a moment, Rurik didn't know that the wire was wrong, and he yelled "Agon". Of course, this word to describe "smoke from firewood", which only Novgorodians knew, was heard by the Russians present.
Don't understand.
He saw Jevro looking at him stupidly, and hurriedly yelled "hjuta" in Norse.
The three torsion slingshots responded to the order and launched the javelin, leaving only the buzzing sound in the world.
Relying on friendly forces who were about to wash up on the beach, Karl and his embarrassed men finally stabilized themselves on the bloody beach.
Unexpectedly, a whistling sound suddenly came from the air! People with good eyesight can see three lines moving quickly in the sky, and the strange sounds come from them!
Those are special javelins fired by the Russians! They are actually large arrows, with a slender pine shaft carrying a quenched wrought iron cone-shaped spearhead. Its tail is made of two pieces of feathers bonded together, deliberately slightly
The feathers tilted to the central axis allow the javelin to spin wildly in flight, and the whooshing sound comes from the feathers' constant beating of the air.
Although this reduces its flight distance a bit, it actually ensures stability and wind resistance.
The so-called javelin only weighs one pound, and the Russian torque slingshot can throw this light weapon up to three hundred meters away. It is indeed light, but it is blessed with gravitational potential energy, and its strength is enough to hit enemies wearing cowhide armor.
Three crossbow arrows were suddenly inserted into the sand on the beach. They suddenly appeared with a strong whirring sound, giving those "iron guys" who didn't know what to do, a great fright.
After a moment, as many as five more javelins flew over!
They came from other Russian ships. Rurik's order had been passed to all ships through the shouts of the brothers. The only torsion slingshot on the ship immediately fired at the coast in a deterrent manner, or in other words, aimed at the approximate target and fired at random.
This time, the Russians' fire intervention was successful. A magical javelin focused on a bewildered guy without any bias. The tapered spearhead hit a "
The spearhead of the chainmail armor of the "iron guy" directly penetrated the body, and the powerful force directly smashed it, just like a big tree collapsed!
Karl's bloodshot eyes widened as he saw the "large arrows" dropped by the divine soldiers from the sky and successfully killed the enemy.
At this point, no one among the "Iron Guys" was in a daze anymore. They left behind their dead companions and led all the Gotland armed men who had recovered their consciousness to retreat.
Is it really the Russian firepower intervention that was so successful?
Perhaps there is a reason for this. As a warrior, the greatest sorrow and fear may come from the inexplicable and meaningless death of yourself and your companions. When an "iron guy" with blood dripping from his ax dies, no matter how brave he is, it is like this
His life was harvested inexplicably.
On the other hand, the Russians, although they did not know whose arrow killed the enemy, some people with extremely sharp eyes, who were completely farsighted, were shouting about this achievement. In an instant, all the Russian ships were cheering.
Otto's old eyes were a little dim, but the brothers were all cheering for the twisting slingshot to kill the enemy at an extremely long distance.
Shocked by the incredible victory, he suddenly lifted Rurik up and then put it down again.
To be honest, Rurik also felt that his own troops' luck was incredible.
Of course, luck is also a type of strength.
"Dad, look!" The excited Rurik pointed at the battlefield with his little finger: "They finally started to land in full force."
Satisfied Otto calmed down slightly: "Let your men stop."
"No more support?"
"Nonsense!" Otto said with a smile: "Your arrows will accidentally kill the Malaren people, which is not good. The enemy looks very strong, so let the Malaren people fight and let them die. We
Watching the battle here. Haha, if they complain that we stood idly by, I will say that we shot the enemy. If they say that we broke the contract and joined the war, I will say that we did not land."
Rurik thought for a while: "That's true. If they break the contract like this, they are not worthy of being king. Although I am a little worried about King Olegin's contract spirit."
"It doesn't matter whether you are worried or not." Otto patted his son on the shoulder: "I want to take a rest. Let the brothers rest! After a while they finish fighting, we will put down the boat and go ashore to have a look, and we will go and ask for what belongs to us.
of silver coins." After saying that, Otto retreated to the "captain's lounge" in the forecastle of his ship.
Rurik was still on the bow deck. He wanted to talk to his fellow men of the same age. However, Carlotta, Fisk, Kanuf, and even the Kovin man Terravis were all confused by what had just happened.
The increasingly chaotic battlefield on the shore was so shocking that I felt chills all over.
Especially Carlotta, she sat sideways on the deck holding the railing of the ship, her eyes widened as if she had lost her soul. She thought of the destruction of Ostara again, but this time, the Avengers gave these people who had occupied the magpie's nest the freedom they once had.
The intruder's blow was obviously a more ferocious blow...