Visby is a place of worship for generations of Gotland Islanders, and the huge settlement was continuously expanded around their stone ship altar.
They built a stable building with stones, called a thing, the so-called meeting hall.
Only when facing major events, all the wealthy families on the island will send their chiefs to discuss matters.
A capable Ross army landed on the island and backstabbed the coastal defense line in the north of the island that the brothers had worked so hard to build. Although not many families felt that this passive method of building earth walls was very useful, it was the families in Baisha Port who
Organized by the organizer. The White Sands Port in the north has fallen, and the people who escaped are simply spreading terrifying rumors-the Russians burned the city and killed everyone.
These things are worthy of belief. A group of refugees from the north of the island did arrive in Visby by boat, plus refugees who fled on land. They all told the same thing.
While they were still debating whether peace should be normal or fighting, the mounds near Visby actually flashed with a blood-red light.
Arik and his brothers were still sleeping on the mound, and the birdsong in the early morning woke up these sleeping people.
When the early morning mist dispersed, the Ross warriors were bathed in the holy light of the morning sun and could clearly see the vast sea and the huge settlements.
Arik watched all this while leaning on the big tree, and now he was no longer shocked.
"Brothers, get up! Come and see the lair of the Gotlanders."
The soldiers gathered one after another and couldn't help but sigh as they looked at Visby.
"Boss, the leader wants to take us down here and then burn it down? Things are a bit difficult to handle."
"Yes, maybe the enemy can gather more warriors than us. If we have to fight them, we may not be able to win quickly."
The Ross raiding team, who were burning and killing all the way, were all worried and afraid of the huge size of Visby at this moment. After all, they only had fifty people, and many of them were really afraid that the crazy Aric would ask the brothers to follow him down the mountain. That would not be the case.
Bravery, but pure recklessness. No matter how weak the enemy is, even if only fifty people fight to the point of exhaustion, they will still be surrounded and killed by the enemy.
Suddenly, someone saw something unusual under the mound, pointed and shouted: "Boss, look, there are a bunch of people there, and they are actually moving towards us?!"
Hearing this, Arik instinctively became vigilant. He bent down slightly and narrowed his eyes to pay attention to the details of the distant world.
What the men said was right. After some identification, everyone saw armed men approaching the hill covered with pine trees.
Those guys came from Visby, and they had helmets on and bucklers on their backs.
They are by no means farmers or shepherds, they are real warriors!
However, in Arik's view, these were just a bunch of fat guys coming to his door. Thinking of this, his eyes showed murderous intent and his laughter became more and more wanton.
"Haha, brothers, get tired of killing mortals! Come on, let's find a way to do it again. We'll kill these idiots."
No one refused at this moment. The brothers hoped to fight the enemy warriors in the sun, defeat the powerful enemy, take away the weapons and money from the corpse, and gain the glory of a man in the fight.
Whether Aric accepts it or not, the way of fighting has been greatly changed by more powerful long-range weapons such as crossbows.
Leaving excellent weapons unused is a complete fool. Using a crossbow to accurately shoot the enemy has nothing to do with whether it is honorable or not. Why are you talking so much when they are all fighting? A smart warrior must keep his own
He wants to get his life, wealth, the enemy's women, and the honor of the warriors. They want them all.
Ross's scouts currently control excellent geography, and it is perfect for them to wait for an ambush.
Arik organized his men. Thirty men wore khaki peasant robes with the word "rob" and lay on the ground holding swords and shields. Under the robes were blue and white robes representing Ross. When the fighting began, they
Will reveal one's identity.
Soldiers are like this, they must fight with dignity. No matter how stupid the Gotlanders are, they still know the signs of the Rus. They show the pattern of their robes and save themselves the trouble of announcing their family status. Even the enemies can understand this.
The other twenty warriors, holding loaded crossbows, were also lying in ambush on the ground.
They naturally put their cheeks against the wooden rest and stared intently at the carbon steel reed rear sight (which slightly catches the arrow to prevent it from falling) and the front sight set up at the front, achieving three points and one line.
They just held the crossbow in a lying position like they were holding rifles. The steel-arm crossbow was really an enemy-killing weapon in certain specific situations. Arik had already figured out the wonderful uses of the weapon, and now he was holding it.
The Telans opened the knife.
Nearly two hundred Gotland explorers, led by an old warrior named Raven, were asked by Thing to climb over the mound to see the situation in Bridge Village, and to discover the secret of last night's red light.
Among this team were the armed villagers of Bridge Village, who also spread the terrible news in Visby that the Russians had entered the village. Since the people gathered in Visby already knew the news that the Russians had landed and caused destruction,
The new news did not shock everyone.
The men were armed in an instant. As long as each family reached a consensus in the stone house of Thing, such as issuing a battle order, the men could complete the army assembly in an instant.
Raven's two hundred warriors were merely a group of explorers, most of whom were capable warriors. Many of the men had experience in fighting at sea, or had struggled to single-handedly kill whales with harpoons.
There are also Danes from the Jutland Peninsula. When they were young, they rowed to rob the territory of the nearby Obodrits (Slavic Wende tribe). They had sufficient experience in killing people. Now that they are old, they still have fighting spirit.
He proudly worked as a mercenary for a merchant family in Visby.
Only the more than fifty farmers and shepherds in Qiao Village were in a relatively poor situation. After all, they did not live by selling force, they were just ordinary people. This time, the men in Qiao Village took up arms and
People wanted to go back to the village to see the situation, hoping that nothing would happen.
Raven knew nothing of the dangers ahead, and none of the people traveling with him thought they would encounter any danger near Visby.
They climbed the gentle mounds with swagger, and the final slope was ahead of them.
A pair of eyes is hidden in the dead grass under the tree. The Russians are not deliberately trying to disguise themselves. They can only say that the inherent color of the flax used to make burlap is a typical "autumn color".
It is extremely difficult for a person with sharp eyes to suddenly see a hidden enemy clearly, not to mention that the sense of vigilance of a person with a job like Lavin's has been largely worn away by constant walking.
Arik was laughing in his heart, but on the surface he was very serious. The crossbowmen were lying next to him, and the sword and shield men also looked at his orders before suddenly jumping out to fight. It is not advisable to climb the mound in chaos, La
Wen and his men were walking on a winding path up a hill. This was a shortcut, but it also became a dangerous place.
"Now, brothers, shoot." Arik ordered in a low voice.
In an instant, twenty arrows flew with the sound of whirling feathers, hitting Raven's column concentratedly.
For ease of movement, these Gotland pathfinders did not wear chainmail. They all wore hardened oxhide armor and leather helmets inlaid with iron sheets. In addition, the most useful defensive equipment was the round shield with a copper band.
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However, these defensive measures were of limited use and they were unprepared.
The people who controlled the crossbows were all veterans, and Aric used the elite warriors that he liked to use. With twenty archers, they had practiced accurately shooting Gotland fishermen at sea, and what they were doing now was very familiar.
thing.
The brothers have a tacit understanding with each other. Basically, everyone is shooting at their own targets, and there is limited overlap between them.
In the first round of shooting, as many as fifteen enemies were hit by arrows and fell to the ground.
There was only an ambush of fifty meters, and the Gotlanders did not even see the enemy. They only heard the sound of whooshing in their ears, followed by the wails of those who fell to the ground.
A very capable soldier was actually hit in the chest and waist by arrows. He lost his ability to fight on the spot and was destined to die quickly due to constant blood loss.
"Ah! It's the Russians! It's them!" Raven thought again of the horror of being hit by the damn arrows of the Russians at sea.
The panicked Gotlanders hurriedly removed their bucklers under the command of Raven, and then formed a circle. Their eyes were eagerly searching everything around them, trying to find the attacker.
Just as they were in confusion, the crossbowmen who were lying down turned around and lay down on their backs. With their feet on the steel arms, their leather-gloved hands and strong arms and thighs worked together to pull the bowstring soaked in seal oil to the trigger.
This is a very physical and violent act of winding. A strong soldier can only do it five or six times before having to rely on a winch to wind the wind.
The second round of arrows is coming!
The sharp quenched rocket clusters have very good armor-breaking capabilities. The Gotlanders' shields have limited defense, so the arrow clusters pierce through them, then penetrate the human leather armor, and finally penetrate into the flesh.
The damage caused by this round of shooting is far less than that of the first round. Some enemy warriors were hit by arrows. They gritted their teeth and could still stand holding axes and short spears.
It was during this round of shooting that the position of the Russians was exposed.
Raven, whose face was almost scratched by an arrow cluster, raised his iron sword and shouted: "It's the grass under the tree in front. Brothers, follow me and kill these Russians."
In an instant, the Gotlanders stopped panicking, dispersed their formation, and began to attack head on.
Five fast-moving Ross archers had already strung their bows for the third time. After shooting casually, they all drew out their steel swords.
There is no longer any need to hide.
Arik suddenly appeared without shouting any strange slogans from Demacia. He stuck his swords on the ground, grabbed the hood of his burqa with his right hand, and tore off the layer of cloth, revealing his white cloth robe and
There are blue stripes in the shape of an x stitched across the chest.
The boss said this, and the Russian soldiers appeared one after another.
Their condescending appearance frightened the attacking Gotlanders, and they were all stunned.
The Russians lifted their burqas one after another. Even though they did not have many troops, they had the aura of uniform uniformity, which really worried their opponents.
The Russians present were all veterans. They were actually about the same age as Arik and had rich combat experience.
Arik seemed to have eaten a poisonous mushroom and turned into a berserker. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were like a wolf, and he seemed to be commanding a large group of evil wolves.
Without any nonsense, he directly took the lead in charging with his two swords. What was even more terrifying was that today Arik even threw away his shield. He only wore a light cowhide armor and led his team into the melee.
This is what he hopes and what the Russian soldiers are willing to do.
The archer dropped his crossbow and acted as a sword and shield player in an instant. Since the distance between us and the enemy was too close, it would be a waste of time to organize a shield wall, and the two sides quickly fell into a melee.
"Kill! Kill the enemy's warriors and use their blood to honor Odin!" Arik shouted.
Raven, the old warrior of Gotland was not to be outdone. "Brothers, the time has come to make these Russians pay for their lives, kill them for me!"
The arrows were followed by hand-to-hand combat. The two sides in the melee would never misjudge their opponents. The Russian robes were too obvious.
Arik's two swords cleanly cut off an enemy's arm, and then stabbed him to death.
He stabbed another person, but before he could draw his sword, the enemy rolled his eyes and knelt at his feet.
However, a short spear thrown by a Gotlander almost flew close to Arik's face, almost causing a cut, but accidentally hit the arm of another Rus warrior.
The angry Arik was running wildly, stabbing the proud Gotlander who was throwing the spear with both swords. His martial arts training made him unparalleled in killing at this moment.
"Hey! That warrior with two swords, duel with me!" Raven, with a bloody face, raised his sword and cursed.
"You?!" Arik wiped the blood sacrifice from his face hard, and his arms full of muscle texture shook off the blood sacrifice of the two swords. "Who are you? A humble insect?"
"I am Raven, Raven who is loyal to the Brisnos family. I am the man destined to behead you!"
"You?" Arik was greatly irritated. "I am Arik of Ross. I am the brave man who commanded the team to destroy your fishing boat. I am also the man who beheaded the man you revealed. You stupid groundhog, I will behead you today."
head!"
After saying that, Arik rushed forward.
The melee on the mound has been going on for a while. The Russians have very few troops. Their ambush greatly dampened the spirit of the Gotlanders who had traveled a long distance. Besides, how can those armed villagers in the bridge village be brave?
The Russians had quietly gained the upper hand in the melee, even though some of them were killed.
Arik no longer cares about so much. He is an enraged bison, raising his sword to attack the warrior Raven with brute force.
With such a terrifying momentum, Raven regretted his decision to fight on the spot.
This is a duel! Based on tradition, the people in the melee spontaneously gave up space.
They were all Vikings, and they did not form a shield wall to fight against each other at this moment. They were more like a small-scale duel between dozens of pairs of people, which seemed to have a more glorious meaning.
This is a battle between two commanders, Aric with two swords versus Raven with sword and shield. Neither of them wears iron chainmail, so any negligence is fatal.
Arik was almost defenseless and seemed to have flaws all over his body.
However, Arik, who personally slashed and killed as many as a hundred people, had sufficient combat experience and immediately discovered his opponent's flaw. He used his steel sword to pick apart Raven's shield, turned around slightly, and used
My father's sword hit his opponent's waist. This is where the winner is decided in the first round. In an elite duel, the winner is decided in an instant.
Raven leaned forward in pain, and Arik cut off his sword-holding arm without hesitation.
The two swords were like big scissors in his hands. Aric easily cut off Raven's head, then raised the ferocious-faced head high and roared at the melee Gotlanders: "This is your bravest
The person? Now he’s dead!”
At this point, the morale of the Gotland Pathfinders completely collapsed!
The leader's head was missing, and look at how many corpses were lying on the ground. Even if there were dead Russians, it wasn't the Gotlanders who died the most?
Many farmers in Qiao Village died, including the bravest, the young man who screamed for revenge. They ended their extremely short career as warriors for their bravery.
The men of the bridge village fled, and the rest of the Gotlanders left the battle one after another.
The Russians also launched a countercharge and cut down several people, but were eventually ordered to stop by Arik.
"Boss, we can rush over and chop them all to death!"
Panting heavily, Aric threw the head of Raven: "Let the coward get out! Now we know exactly what the Gotlanders are, just like you saw last time! They are all fools.
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The blood-stained faces looked at the backs of the fugitives. The Russians stood among the piles of corpses on the mound and ushered in a victory.
"That's it." Arik ordered, "Assassinate the dying enemy and take our people away!"
A dying Rus warrior asked Arik to give him a happy reward, but Arik had no choice but to grant him a favor with his sword.
In the end, the Russians managed to collect fifteen corpses of their own people. Such a loss made Arik, who calmed down, exclaimed that he had suffered a loss.
However, with nearly a hundred Gotlanders lying down this time, how do the Russians suffer a loss?
Wait! Arik was plundering at sea, and his men suffered few losses. Today's ambush can be said to be the most terrible single-day loss in recent years. The brothers of the warriors are all capable warriors. Now, they fight gloriously for the Russians.
die.
Just leave the enemy's corpse here to feed the vultures!
The bodies of the Russians were wrapped in linen and dragged away from the battlefield by the soldiers. Having figured out the enemy's situation, Arik felt that it was time to evacuate. He estimated that he would encounter a large force soon after evacuating, so the decisive battle would be
In the next few days, a larger-scale battle awaits you to become a great hero on the battlefield!
"Brothers, let's go! Take our brothers, bring them to that village, and let their souls go to Valhalla."
Arik, he piled branches and firewood at the burning houses in Qiao Village. According to the Russian battlefield funeral ceremony, he washed the bodies of the war dead with stream water and burned them to ashes. Before this was completed,
, he and the surviving soldiers will watch as the bodies of their comrades turn into powder, and their souls soar up into the smoke and dust towards the temple.