A group of earth-toned madmen, holding axes and spears, rushed towards the broken front line of the Baisha Port Army.
Although the morale of the Baisha Port Army had been shattered, their opponents charged too fast. Those soldiers who wanted to escape but had no time had to stand beside their wailing friends who were hit by arrows and pick up their weapons to resist desperately.
Resistance is just the instinct of not wanting to die, and the brutal and unorganized fighting fully begins.
The spearhead pierced the body, the ax cut off an arm, and even the oaken shield was split into two sections.
The soldiers of Baisha Port were at a loss under the rain of arrows. They wanted to change something, but they saw that the Russian military formation was so tight. No one started to lead the brothers to charge and counterattack, so they had to stand here and be beaten passively.
Now, the aggrieved people finally have a chance to fight back.
The Merlaren mercenaries were poorly dressed and barely had any leather armor, and they began to suffer losses.
They marched for almost ten kilometers, and their legs were exhausted. They took a short rest while the crossbowmen were shooting arrows.
They were not full of energy, but deep into the battlefield, they fell into utter chaos and close-quarters fighting.
Flag Captain Herriger still knows the principle of victory when the brave meet on a narrow road.
"Melarren people! Protect our flag and don't let the enemy take it away! Kill the Gotlanders as much as possible, even those who fall to the ground and vomit blood."
He needs to use a victory to prove his strength to the Ross people. They do not represent the Melalen tribe, but only represent themselves, and prove their worth with victory. A hearty victory, holding the enemy's head in hand, is to join Ross.
Certificate of submission.
The extremely young warriors of Mellaren, perhaps only fourteen years old. They walked for a long time and died suddenly on this battlefield.
There were also people who were so brave that they killed multiple enemies in succession, only to be killed by a thrown harpoon in the end.
Only people like Heligel were the leaders of private soldiers when they were young, but now that they are older, they do not fight with brute force, but use skilled swordsmanship to kill enemies.
A small number of elites could not change the overall mediocrity. Gradually, the soldiers of Baisha Port realized that this group of "pirates" who came to kill were somewhat different from the Russians they encountered before.
The leader Walmont, whose face was covered in blood, had five Melalen warriors die under his sword.
He wiped the blood from his face and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Idiots! Why are you running away? The enemy's arrows are powerful, but their soldiers are idiots. Come at me!"
The people who fled back to the earthen wall became increasingly ashamed. Seeing that the nearly collapsed front could still hold on, they turned back one after another and joined in the fight.
There were also people who fled back to the port settlements, but they were pushed back by angry women, while hundreds of young women had already picked up sheep-driving sticks, mowing sickles, wood-cutting axes, or simply a wooden stick.
Rushing toward the battlefield in mighty force.
Five hundred female warriors joined the battle. They were really amateurs, and some of them only had the limited brute strength of women.
They are extremely realistic, and men can't stand them anymore. What's the point of them escaping by boat? They are men's subordinates. Without men's protection, they are just a kind of big fat sheep in this world.
Then, it was better to give it a try. They joined the battle tragically, and soon, the Meralen warriors with blood-red eyes realized that the person who died under his sword was actually a woman.
They just thought it was strange and showed no mercy at all.
The axes struck by women are just as deadly. Since they have become warriors, they must be prepared to die in battle. The Melalen people assassinated them simply because they must survive victoriously.
There were more and more corpses on the ground, and the blood gathered into a terrifying stream with the smell of rust. The white sand turned red. The white faces of the soldiers were mixed with blood and sweat, and roars and wailings came one after another.
The flag of the Malaren banner did not continue to advance, and Rurik and other people in the rear clearly saw this.
"It's really strange. I thought the enemy was defeated by my arrow array, but they are still holding on?" Rurik frowned.
Harold Zuosen advised: "The Mellaren people are useless. I will lead my brothers to press forward and end the battle."
"That's fine." Rurik looked up at the sky: "Work hard and end the battle before dark."
"okay!"
Harozolson was about to lead the Russian soldiers to join the battle, and Rurik hurriedly gave them detailed tasks.
Ross's Second Banner of Warriors and Rurik's elite mercenaries were ordered to divide into three parts and press forward to wrap up the entire battlefield.
Try to kill and injure the enemy's effective forces as much as possible. This is Rurik's tactic.
He did not want to kill them all. If an enemy begged for mercy, appropriate forgiveness was acceptable. Because the Russian army needed some prisoners as ready-made labor force.
Rurik pulled out his dagger and said, "Brothers, let's go! Remember, those who surrender will not be killed. If you are caught in front of me, you will be rewarded!"
The entire army began to attack, and the team became more loose. Together with the Kovin warriors, they followed closely behind the melee warriors with their bows and crossbows. As they approached the battlefield, they began to wait for opportunities to shoot.
When Walmont, the last leader of White Sands Port, realized that he had been outflanked by the Russians, it was already too late.
More than 600 men and women are still fighting.
The casualties suffered by the Malaren flag force were also unexpected. Nearly 200 of the 600 soldiers had lost the ability to fight.
The intensity of the battle between the two sides continued to decrease as the soldiers became more tired, until Rurik arrived with the main force.
Walmont wanted to break through, but the first person who tried to break through was shot to pieces with a steel-armed crossbow.
The Russian warriors beat their shields with steel swords and axes, shouting chants to close the encirclement.
Rurik saw the opportunity and roared with a clear voice: "Heriger, retreat with the Melalen people!"
The exhausted Merlaren warriors left the battle one after another. It was impossible for them to be attacked by friendly forces because their clothes were completely uniform.
The Ross warriors marched on corpses and bloodstains, and when they encountered a dying person, they directly stabbed and stabbed them regardless of whether they were enemy or friend.
Although this was cruel, Rurik saw some people's eyes clearly praying not to die, but they were seriously injured and could no longer survive, even if they were wounded mercenaries of Mellaren.
The soldiers of Baisha Port tried to break out several times but were crushed by the Russian army, and the remaining people had to gather together.
The so-called female warriors have lost their initial bravery, and the brave strong men are now exhausted and can only barely lift the bloody axe.
A pair of blood-red eyes showed murderous intent, but unfortunately, they had become a group of fat men on the chopping board.
To destroy it completely, all it takes is Rurik's simple fate.
"There are actually female warriors? Are the Gotlanders so crazy?" Rurik thought for a while and realized that he was also training female warriors.
After all, the female warriors were also women, so Rurik couldn't bear to order them to be killed. Not only them, but why should everyone in the encirclement be killed?
Evro received Rurik's instruction and began to chant the slogan "surrender or die", and soon the whole army shouted one after another.
Walmont, who was once prepared to die in battle, saw hope in his desperate eyes. As for the ordinary White Sand Harbor soldiers, facing such a sad situation and the strength of the Russian army, they threw away their weapons.
They were at a loss and just stood there, seemingly showing no intention of surrender.
Rurik ordered his people to stop chanting, and as the voices calmed down, leader Volmon knew that no matter how stupid he was, he wanted to negotiate.
Walmont is only the head of the family, he has never been and should not be the master of Baisha Port.
He threw away his weapon, as well as the mail and helmet on his body. He walked out of the crowd with a solemn expression and opened his hands: "Russian warriors, I am Walmont from White Sands Port, and I am the commander of this army. Now, you,
Won!"
I announced my surrender before I came forward. Are you taking the initiative to negotiate with me? That's okay.
Rurik was not afraid of anything. He stepped on the enemy's corpse, emerged from the gaps in the array of blue and white Rus warriors, and showed off his gorgeous clothes to prove his nobility.
A clean, beautiful boy with gorgeous and noble clothes stood in front of a group of blood-stained Baisha Hong Kong Army soldiers.
Walmont didn't know what to say and just stared blankly.
Rurik pointed his sword pointedly: "You? You are the commander-in-chief of this army."
Walmont didn't dare to admit it hastily, even though he felt a little awkward.
"Your name is Volmon? It doesn't matter." Rurik raised his head and said arrogantly: "I! I am the commander-in-chief of the Russian army. Now kneel down, put your head on the ground, and swear your surrender."
Kneel down for a boy? It's a shame, but...
"Kneel down! This is what a weak person should do. If you and your people want to live, this is the only choice." Suddenly, Rurik thought that he had not reported his identity yet, so he said calmly:
"I am Rurik, the leader of the Rus' people. No! It's the Duke of Rus'! Foolish people, Svealand is no longer an alliance, but a kingdom. King Olegin raised his troops to attack Denmark, and we Rus' people are responsible for conquering the entire country.
Teran Island. Surrender is your only option."
Is there such a thing? Walmon thought of a lot of things in recent months. It turns out that the unrest in the ocean is all because of this?
Who is Rurik? A boy?
Walmont's mind was in a mess. He looked at the dead bodies lying on the ground. These were almost all residents of Baisha Port! The battle turned out like this, completely exceeding his expectations.
Rurik stopped talking nonsense, and his mercenary warriors shouted at the top of their lungs and quickly knelt down.
A mercenary held a crossbow and randomly shot a man who had put down his weapon. The man groaned and fell to the ground, then grabbed the thick crossbow arrow that pierced his neck and struggled for a while before stopping.
A big living person was easily killed by the Russians! The weapon that brought death was actually this!
The fishermen of Baisha Port have been tortured by the steel-armed crossbow as early as at sea. They knew that this was a deadly weapon of the Russians, so they gave it the domineering nickname of "Destruction Arrow". With its opponents, they not only attacked the fishing boats of the northerners
It was a risk. Now that my ship has appeared in the northern seas, I have become fat in the eyes of the Russians.
Walmont suddenly knelt down and grabbed the ground with his head.
Rurik had a sullen face, stepped forward without hesitation, stepped on the back of the head of the rather young leader with his leather boots, and deliberately twisted his feet several times.
Seeing this state of abundant martial virtue, the Ross warriors banged their shields excitedly, and even the Corvin warriors followed suit and roared. The roar was so powerful that the earth was shattering.
Rurik wanted this effect. He trampled the kneeling and surrendering enemy chieftains like a conqueror. He himself was not particularly excited, but the soldiers were already crazy.
Rurik let go of his feet, and Volmon continued to kneel.
"In this way...you can spare our lives?" Walmont, who was appointed, no longer cares about shame. If he wants to save his life, he must at least save his own family and the lives of his private soldiers and family members.
Rurik nodded: "Of course, but..."
"How to say?"
"It depends on your sincerity."
Walmont had an idea: "You want money, I will give you money! A lot of money! I also have sheep, I will give you five hundred sheep."
According to Broda's information, Rurik already knew the property of the residents of Baisha Port. This leader planned to give out 500 sheep to redeem his life? What a generous act.
But for an army of 3,000 people, is 500 sheep stewed enough to eat meat?
Rurik shook his head.
"What? Not enough? Then add another five hundred, as long as it can preserve the family and wealth."
"Huh? I thought you would plead for everyone?" Rurik looked at the pleading eyes again, "You don't care about their life or death?"
"Many of them are dependents of the Karl and Roulaf families. The two leaders are dead. If... you need wealth, I am willing to assist you in ransacking your homes."
Now Rurik knew a lot, whether they should fly separately when disaster strikes. From what this leader said, it seems that Baisha Port has accumulated a lot of wealth.
It's this kind of behavior that is disgusting.
Rurik continued to shake his head, "No, the wealth you gave me still can't buy your own life."
"Ah? You..." Walmont suddenly felt that he was being entertained and was at a loss.
Rurik said calmly: "I'll give you two choices. First, hand over all your belongings and all your young women. You will lead other men to become slaves of our Russians. The second choice is
If you refuse, I can now order you to be the fish feed in the bay tomorrow."
"Ah! In the end we will still...be your slaves?"
"Of course. What are you imagining?" Rurik felt that it was very absurd. He laughed twice and asked, "What do you think? You thought your own family could escape unscathed. Your so-called army is just a group of ants. Soon we will
We will capture Visby and occupy the entire island of Gotland. At that time, you will be glad that you are a slave. Oh, that’s not right either..."
Rurik scratched his face and thought about it, it was not his intention to destroy this group of people's hope for the future.
"Let's do this, Walmont, take your people and follow me to attack Visby. After we win, I will return your freedom and give you some rewards."
Attacking Visby? How crazy!
Walmont didn't think this was a chance to survive. He was clearly jumping into a new pit of fire! His voice trembled, "The people of Visby, they are very strong."
"Oh? Do you look down on the strength of us Russians?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
Rurik was too lazy to talk nonsense. After all, it was already getting late, and the tired army needed to eat meat, such as delicious roast mutton and roast chicken.
Regardless of what Walmont had to say, Rurik gave the order and the Russian soldiers began to take action, violently breaking up the enemies who had gathered in groups, and guarding the men and women separately.
Next, there was a carnival of looting by the Russian army.
The male prisoners were forced to clean the battlefield, while the female prisoners' eyes were dull, and they were quickly picked apart by the nearly 400 victorious Melalen soldiers.
Rurik fulfilled his promise, and the Melalen mercenary soldiers did not feel that they had suffered a big loss. Although they did not directly enter the enemy's settlement to plunder, didn't this already put pressure on the prisoners personally?
In my hometown, marrying a woman was a very difficult matter. I didn't expect that by fighting with the Russians, my important matter would be solved like this.
Rurik didn't bother to care about this group of men who had improved from fatigue in some aspects and were surprisingly strong. Anyway, they must evacuate with one or two women as wives after the war.
Of course, now they just want to vent.
Although the neatly dressed Rus warriors felt itchy, as their army entered the settlement and more prisoners were cleared out, he took the opportunity to plunder a large amount of wealth, and the desire to make money occupied their minds.
The wealth accumulated by the three families in Baisha Port, especially the boxes of copper coins and silver coins dug out from the ground, was completely beyond Rurik's expectations.
People laughed happily because they had made a fortune, and there were also the bleating sounds of a large number of sheep.
How many sheep are there in Baisha Port? How many cows are there?
After an emergency count, Rurik got a result that made him ecstatic. The rough count was over 2,000 sheep, more than 100 cows, and more than 200 large and small reindeer.
In fact, there are also domestic chickens running around, but they have been captured by the marauding army and no longer can be counted.
Eight boxes of coins were placed in front of Rurik. The copper coins were naturally worthless. There were also three boxes of silver coins in them. The weight of each box was gratifying.
This was the result of the war. The Russians lost 200 Melalen mercenaries and gained a large amount of cattle, sheep and money.
Kindness? What kind of kindness is needed? Not killing them all is the greatest kindness of this era! Especially the girls among them, Rurik paid special attention to and protected them, and directly announced that they would immediately become Russians, and in name only
A member of the "Valkyrie Legion". These people must be treated differently and purely rationally. They are the foundation of the future potential of the Principality of Ross.
"You grab as much as you can. Except for cattle, sheep, leather, prisoners, and coins, whatever you grab is yours to keep!"
The Ross army was ordered to plunder, and even the Corvin soldiers forgot about the suffering they had suffered and became part of the plundering army.
Only five male prisoners were later deliberately released because Rurik wanted them to report the news to Visby.
This moment shocked Harozolson, "Rurik, maybe you shouldn't expose the fact of our army like this."
Rurik answered simply, "I just want Visby to gather as many troops as possible to fight us. I'm not afraid of exposing anything, I'm just afraid that they won't be able to gather enough troops for our army to sacrifice to the God King Odin."
What else could Harold Zosen say? Support, of course! It was through this battle that Harold Zosen truly understood the older Rurik's true nature - he was even better than Otto, a conqueror who was both ruthless and affectionate.