The wooden walls of Fort Voska were breached, and after the city was breached, it was time for the victors to celebrate.
Those soldiers who stepped on the enemy's corpses to re-enter the gap naively thought that after the city was broken, the enemy would become a standing lamb, and the enemy should obediently accept the slaughter.
Unexpectedly, what greeted them was the trapped beast Youdou of panicked soldiers in the fortress.
The number of armored Danish mercenaries was already small, but there were still quite a few armed Voskars. They had only one simple thought left in their minds - to continue to resist.
The lightly-armed attackers who rushed in were stabbed and killed by the spearheads of the fortress defenders. The ones who charged the most fiercely were the first to be killed.
"Everyone stop it! Don't be impulsive!" Wenderson, the leader of Hjelmalen, tried to give orders. However, his roar was not easy to use among the rebels.
Only when more soldiers were stabbed to death by the gathered defenders did they stop attacking.
Although the fortress was breached, the battle situation within the wooden walls was even more stalemate.
Karl and his "black warriors" originally intended to rush in at once, completely overwhelm the enemy and then start a killing spree, but now he has no chance.
Look at the faces of these enemies!
Men and women, armored and clothed. Most of them were armed with simple spears, and some women even just held a wooden stick high.
They gathered in a circle, with various weapons pointed outside. Under the dim light were the faces of this group of people full of tears and anger, as well as some corpses lying at their feet.
As more and more people entered the fortress, why didn't the Swedish coalition, which had absolute strength, take the initiative to attack?
After hesitating for a while, Karl finally calmed down. He felt that his soldiers had adjusted their mentality, so he raised his sword and cursed: "Brothers, charge me!"
However, even the elite "black warriors" of Melalen did not dare to act rashly.
Why?
They are never made of steel. Even if they are wearing chainmail, facing the enemy's "hedgehog formation", rushing into the formation rashly is courting death. Even forming a shield wall to advance is dangerous.
"What are you doing standing still? Kill them all!"
"Are you all cowards? Or is it because there's a woman in there?"
"Quickly destroy the enemy and end all this..."
Karl yelled and cursed one after another, and even pushed him personally, but he was unable to stir up another offensive.
The other tribes saw that the most powerful Melalen people were not attacking and that their own weapons and equipment were actually poor, so they no longer took the initiative to wade into the muddy waters, even though everyone knew that the buildings behind the enemy must contain huge wealth.
The Russians had no choice but to arrive late. Otto and Rurik, with a group of mercenaries, finally squeezed into the battlefield inside the fortress from the friendly forces. Although the strange confrontation was strange, the friendly forces did not attack, and the Russians
People have no choice but to be spectators for the time being.
Fortunately, the Russians just kept pushing forward.
While twisting his body to open a path in the crowd, Otto shouted: "Get out of my way, we Russians will continue to attack."
No, he was afraid that the friendly soldiers would become the target of public criticism, so they hurriedly and subconsciously avoided it.
Like Rurik, he was still short in stature and finally stood on the front line of the war.
He didn't have the slightest fear, or in other words, the concept of "fear" no longer existed in his mind.
The continuous fighting made his heart as hard as stone, and he ordered mechanically: "Brothers! Line up! Three lines!"
This time, Carlotta, Fisk and Kanuf, three little warriors who didn't know what danger was, knelt down on one knee and raised their wooden crossbows, pointing arrows at the grieving enemy.
Carlotta is also like a machine, her gold threads are flowing in the wind, her plump sweaty cheeks are pressed against the wooden support, and her crosshairs are aimed at the enemy in the hedgehog formation. Pity? Worry?
Nervous? Everything became meaningless, and she became a warrior with no emotions waiting for Rurik's orders.
Not just her, as long as Rurik gave the order, more than a dozen arrows in the first row flew immediately.
So from the perspective of the Voskas people, those who once nervously withdrew from the wooden wall, they were already very aware of the half-kneeling enemies in front of them and the deadly weapons they were holding. It must be some kind of bow, but it was smaller than
Regular bows are more lethal.
In fact, many attacking soldiers hope that the Russians will immediately release arrows to break the confrontation. It is best to sweep everything with continuous shooting.
Rurik did not do this after all, just because it noticed the arrogant Karl.
"Boy, this battle is very important to you! If I continue to take away your achievements, will you be jealous of revenge?" Rurik decided to wait and see for the time being.
The Ross soldiers had not received the shooting order for a long time. Many people saw their young leader, whose eyes were obviously looking at Karl, who was dancing not far away with his sword raised.
The farce of the confrontation finally took a turn for the better at this critical juncture with the appearance of a big shot.
That is Olegin, the first king of the Kingdom of Sweden in this time and space.
He walked out of the crowd carrying his sword. He stood directly between the two armies without any escort.
As the war continues, even the Swedish coalition forces do not know the identity of their enemies. Similarly, the residents of Voskas Port do not know who the attackers are. The two sides are fighting in a confused but bloody manner.
The advantage clearly lies with Sweden. Olegin raised his arms, and the entire battlefield became quiet for him. The only sound in the environment was the crackle of burning houses.
"You ordinary Danes! I am the King of Svealand! You crusade and kill my people, now I am here to crusade you!"
As soon as this statement came out, the desperate Voskas people were in an uproar! They immediately started talking, and the buzz was like the wild bees dancing wildly.
Olegin's sword pointed at them again: "You Danes of Kalmar! Today I will kill you all!"
Kalmar? Who is Kalmar? This is not Kalmar at all!
At least they heard the determination of this group of Svealans from the north to "kill them all". The desperate women holding wooden sticks threw the sticks and fell to the ground one by one, while a man yelled at the top of his voice: "Then...
Come and fight! Even if there is the last Voskas left, we must fight to the end!"
However, there are individual Danish mercenaries in the Hedgehog Formation, and they are aware of the subtlety of the situation.
If this guy with a golden crown, reminiscent of the Danish leader "Hafgen the Lion", is the King of Svealand, he wants to kill everyone, so why bother here for a long time?
As mercenaries, we are not slaves of a certain family. The relationship between us and the sponsor is essentially a commercial transaction. The metal pays the remuneration, and the brothers work for it. If the situation becomes critical, everyone will run away at the worst. As for the metal, the brothers work hard for it.
Brave or not, the mercenaries want to save their lives.
An armored Danish mercenary squeezed out of the hedgehog formation. In full view of the public, he took off his helmet, revealing his golden hair and beard. He threw away his battle ax and shield, and even the cowhide belt with his dagger.
Untied.
He opened his arms to show that he was not threatening, and approached Olegin slowly and cautiously.
Standing on one side, Karl always felt that something was wrong, but in his heart he really hoped that these reckless enemies could successfully assassinate his father without warning, so that he could take over on the battlefield.
A seemingly non-threatening person approached the king, and the tribal leaders all stood still and watched nervously.
Otto made some preparations. He ordered Rurik and three rows of mercenaries with crossbows to line up. All arrow clusters were always aimed at the enemy.
Everyone soon saw this scene. A man in chainmail knelt down on one knee about five steps away from Olegin and gave a warrior salute to the old man wearing a golden crown.
Then the man said in Norse: "King of Svealan, this is not Kalma, this is Voskas."
"Huh?" Olegin was stunned for a moment and took a step back subconsciously.
In fact, as the battle became more intense, Olegin began to feel more and more that this place might be Kalma. The news he learned was that Kalma also had a wooden castle, and the locals were rich and tough.
Could it be that this is not Kalmar, but some strange place called "Port of Voskas"?
Olegin was actually very satisfied with the submission of this soldier. Looking at these guys who persisted in resisting until the end, he immediately had the intention of recruiting them. Of course, the premise was that they were willing to make a hint of submission like this man.
Origen simply sheathed his sword and continued: "Warrior, tell me your name."
"I am Francis, I am... Danish."
"You! Dane?!" Olegin's slightly calm heart suddenly became tense again, and his relaxed right hand grasped the hilt of the sword again.
However, this honest mercenary, Francis, was still half-kneeling on the ground. He himself knew that he was on the verge of death and was trying his best, but it was worth risking his life.
"My brothers and I are from Denmark. We are mercenaries. We only serve noble people. King of Svealand, we are willing to be your mercenaries and fight for you. I will kneel here, you can
Kill me immediately, but you will lose a reliable warrior."
A witty guy who can speak beautifully, his words directly hit Olegin's skin. "You and your brother are both willing to surrender to me?"
Beneath the silent appearance of the mercenary Francis was an inner ecstasy. He randomly sent a signal to his men, and the nearly fifty Danish mercenaries who were still alive immediately threw away their axes and shields and knelt down in Austria wearing only their chainmail armor.
At the feet of Lejin.
Olegin has lived for more than fifty years, and he has never seen such a scene in his life. The enemy's elite soldiers actually admired his dignity and laid down their weapons to express their submission.
Even though these guys are from Denmark, it seems like they no longer want to be Danish.
Olegin continued to ask in detail and thoroughly understood the difference between Voskas and Kalma.
It turns out that there are many settlements in this narrow sea area, Kalmar is the largest one, and the others include large strongholds like Borgholm. After hearing this unprecedented information, for a moment,
He also had to think about his own military strength.
At this moment, Olegin realized for the first time that his 3,500 Swedish soldiers were no longer as powerful and indestructible as he had imagined.
"Okay! Francis, and you Danes. From now on, you are the Malaren people, and you are my mercenaries. Your chainmails will soon be coated with ink, and you are my soldiers!"
"Oh, then I am now... your warrior." After all, Francis knew nothing about the Melalen tribe.
As a mercenary, you have to work for your financial master. Now, as long as you have money to change your master, why not? Besides, it seems that the new master is powerful. If you can directly work for the new master, at least you have a better future than working for a wealthy businessman.
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Such an act of recruiting traitors felt familiar to Rurik as he watched the entire process.
"Oops, do you, Olegin, know how to win people's hearts? I thought you were just a greedy person."
Rurik still feels that the people he obtained through this so-called recruitment are definitely not really loyal people. If the kneeling people express their surrender, is it not an expedient measure to attack the city?
Karl also had the same worries. As the crown prince of the Kingdom of Sweden, he rushed towards his father: "Should we recruit them? In my opinion, they don't want to be killed. They are only worthy of being humble slaves."
"Bah! They obviously admire my military prowess." Olegin glared at his son fiercely.
Karl pouted and angrily said: "Father, wake up! Do you still want to recruit those people? If you had known this, why didn't you persuade them to surrender earlier?"
"It's not too late now."
The Voskas people were in chaos. Now the most elite Danish mercenaries joined the attackers and turned into enemies. Their former master, a Danish merchant, yelled in anger, and the morale of the Voskas people completely collapsed.
They were almost all waiting for the fate of being killed, until Olegin "generously" proposed a condition to avoid death.
The so-called "throw down your weapons immediately, hand over all the wealth in the fortress immediately, and all the men immediately swear that they will fight for the Swedish army, in order to avoid death. In fact, this is not only to avoid death, as long as he expresses surrender, he and his family do not have to do it"
slave.
Their morale collapsed completely, and the offender offered an "olive branch", which they grabbed without hesitation.
In just an instant, the Voskas people threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground one by one. Some men were pushed out and crawled in front of Olegin, swearing that the entire Voskas population would never recognize the Danish leader again.
He is the master, and he will respect the King of Sweden as his new master, he will pay tribute every year, and he will fight for him.
The battle would obviously end with their surrender, a situation Olegin had never expected.
In the past, he felt that the only way to deal with those guys in the south of the old Ostara tribe was with iron and blood, and he had never thought about making peace or recruiting them. Now, he felt that in future battles, he could first try to persuade them to surrender.
After all, the people of Voskas were also immigrants from Gotland. Oregin was eager to recruit a group of warriors to make up for his battle losses. He indulged in the scene of the enemy's surrender and worship, forgetting the collective betrayal of the residents of Gotland.
. As the saying goes, "The biggest lesson that mankind has learned in history is that it cannot remember the lesson." Olegin didn't care about this. He wanted thousands of people to worship him, and he also wanted to expand the battle. Even if the situation became complicated, he still had to win.
Kalmar accomplished its combat objectives, otherwise it would be a tragedy in life.
Fortunately, Karl has a clearer mind on this issue.
It cannot be said that Karl is smart, but he does not believe that the Danish mercenaries who fought hard in the evening will turn loyal when the moon rises. There are also the fishermen of the Port of Voskas who are ragged and have average fighting ability.
, Karl is not willing to admit that these guys have the same strength as his Melalen people.
Since it was his father's decision, it was hard for Karl to refuse, but traitors like them needed a certificate of surrender.
The battle to attack Voskas Port lasted for four hours. The overall time was not long, but the intensity of the war was also the first time the Russians had seen it.
The surrendered Voskas faced their devastated homes. They began to carry the bodies of the dead, piled them on fishing boats, piled firewood, pushed them into the sea and burned them. They no longer had the right to return to their homes.
, had no choice but to obey the victor's order, take his wife and children, and huddle together in the longhouse where the Danish merchants stored their goods.
As for those women whose husbands died, because they did not receive any protection, they suddenly became the playthings of the victor.
Olegin's men also counted more than twenty pure war orphans, both male and female. They seemed to be a burden even if they were slaves. At least the Malaren Army did not need them, and the Russians would eventually take over.
As for the goods in the longhouse, that is, the accumulated wheat, dried meat, leather and linen, they all instantly became the spoils of the victor.
Their own house, which had not yet been destroyed, became the residence of the victors, and the hungry Swedish army received the supplies they had dreamed of, enough for everyone to fight for more than ten days.
Where could ordinary residents have so much food in their homes? The wealth of five Danish merchant families was completely robbed, and the merchants' families were also tied up. How could a small number of noble-dressed people kneel in the empty space inside the fortress, while thousands of Swedish allied troops
Soldiers are watching the ensuing execution.
Including Rurik, who led his mercenaries to collect the arrows and slingshot projectiles, and Otto, who directed his soldiers to carry wheat (the army rations allocated to the Russians) from the merchant's warehouse, all saw the so-called
"The Danish Mercenary's Letter of Surrender" scene.
By this moment, Olegin had already set the target for the next battle, which was to attack Borgholm on the narrow island (Oland) not far away. The new battle had a traitorous Danish servant.
With the guidance of the soldiers, the army will never take detours and can be prepared before a new siege.
How to prove that the betrayal of the Danish mercenaries and the Voskars is credible? They need sacrifices to prove themselves.
What's the use of fat Danish businessmen? Without their property, these people are just a bunch of useless trash.
"Go and prove your loyalty!" Olegin left the large forest ax used for logging on the ground, and the mercenary Francis picked it up.
This man walked towards his former master without blinking his eyes, and his whole person had a sinister air.
The businessman, who knew that his family would be destroyed, yelled: "Damn traitor! I gave you money, but you betrayed... You will not die well..."
Francis raised his ax and dropped it, and the merchant's ferocious head rolled down randomly. Immediately afterwards, the merchant's wives, concubines, and descendants were also beheaded by Danish mercenaries.
Do you feel guilty for killing your former sponsor? Absolutely not. Francis and his guys can be described as a group of desperadoes. They only want money and their own happiness. A large number of their companions died in the battle. They can only say that those lives should be like this.
Life is short, they just want to live happily day by day.
Those rebellious fishermen from Voskas also had to prove themselves. They used short spears and closed their eyes to attack. Because they really couldn't do it. In order to save themselves and their families, they just did it, and then screamed and screamed in a psychotic manner.
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"It's so sinister." Rurik commented with goosebumps all over his body. He did feel a slight coldness and was also surprised by this scene.
Otto shook his head and said deliberately: "As a mercenary, you are not loyal to your sponsor. This is not a mercenary, but a group of desperadoes, and they are not worthy of the title of warriors."
Rurik suddenly realized that his father was talking like this because there were a large number of mercenaries in the Russian army, and his father was trying to hit Yevro and other mercenary warriors with words.
"But Olegin and Karl are not really noble." Rurik said in a hurry, "I have the protection of God, and those who die fighting for me or who are loyal throughout their lives will directly enter Valhalla, while traitors will fall.
Enter the endless netherworld."
Duke Ross and his son sang in harmony, and the mercenaries present were actually happy that they had followed the right master.
Otto asked Jevlo casually: "Have the projectiles been collected?"
"Duke, most of it is done. We fired one hundred and twenty rounds of projectiles, and now we have found one hundred rounds."
This number also exceeded Rurik's expectation. "Okay, cast iron projectiles are a weapon for destroying ships! I'm afraid we will still need them in the future battles to attack Borgholm and Kalmar."
"Keep fighting..." Otto sighed. He always felt that in order to conquer Fort Voska, most of the momentum of the coalition forces had been lost, and it was no longer appropriate to continue fighting.
Otto's words revealed worries. Isn't Rurik like this? He estimated that as many as three hundred soldiers died in the coalition forces in this battle (injury basically means death)! Note that these dead soldiers are all soldiers from the Svealand Plains.
, the possibility of their betrayal does not exist.
But among the newly recruited people, there are still 400 people who can serve the coalition forces. Will they really go all out if they have a certificate of surrender?
This is the big unknown.
Because both Rurik and Otto were sure that the coalition forces would be able to correct themselves at Voskas Port for at most two days, and then due to the renewed shortage of food, they would swarm towards Borgholm and continue looting. By then, the newly recruited guys would definitely be
The main attacking force! After all, these people died in large numbers, and Olegin and Karl had absolutely no regrets.