What's going on? The ragged Gotland warriors who escaped have disappeared. How come there is a new group of enemies in neat ranks? How come many of them are Raven Shields?
At this moment, the Ross army, which was advancing on the enemy's corpse, suddenly realized that their opponent had kept a reserve force!
Shields with raven patterns are not unusual, they belong to Danish mercenaries!
The captured Dane Grund told a lot of information about Danish mercenaries in order to survive.
Although we all come to Gotland to earn money as mercenaries, we are also warriors at heart. Being far away, we need to worship Odin to gain spiritual comfort, so some people paint their shields with the totem patterns of their hometown tribes.
seal, or directly paint a raven, so-called showing loyalty to Odin.
They are completely different from the Gotlanders. Although they try not to die in battle so as to continue to enjoy life, but if they are really in danger, they would rather die in battle. With a spectacular death, they can gain the qualification to enter Valhalla.
The Ross soldiers, who originally thought that the war would turn into a one-sided massacre by the Ross army, were a little panicked for a moment. With their intuition, they had a premonition that the enemy had a strength that could not be underestimated.
The Danish mercenaries roared. Although they were hired by various businessmen, at least their money was foreign possessions at this moment. This time they entered the war in the name of Odin, spontaneously formed a unit, and began a brave attack.
Arik gritted his teeth. He hated the pain in his left arm and was unable to use all his strength to kill the enemy. At this moment, he even felt fear, because his soldiers were already quite tired after a period of fighting. Unexpectedly, the enemy actually retained
Such a reserve force with extremely large strength.
"Brothers! Hold on! Even if you die, you have to stand still like a pine tree! You can't take a step back!"
Harozolson also issued an order similar to Arik's, and the Russians who maintained their marching posture stopped as a whole.
Rurik, who was in the rear and ordered the flag-shooters to continue firing, saw that the army stopped advancing and realized that something serious had happened on the front line.
The Danish mercenaries held up their thick oak shields to block the arrows. Some of them fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, but the team was still advancing.
Finally, the two armies collided with each other. The Danish mercenary army, which had conserved enough strength, forced the two Russian warrior flag troops to retreat.
In the sudden collision, thirty Rus warriors were killed by axes falling from the sky.
What's even crazier is that some Danish mercenaries threw down their swords and shields when they were clearly stabbed by the Slavic spearmen, and vomited blood to keep the opponent's spearhead in order to win the attack for their brothers.
The energetic Danish mercenaries caused some parts of the Russian military formation to breach the defenses, leading to a chaotic battle.
After killing some soldiers, the Russian army finally stabilized its front.
Aric staggered to the rear of the line, holding a bloody sword and yelling at his uncle the Duke and commander Rurik: "The Gotlanders have left a reserve! There are many Danes carrying raven shields!
Brothers may not be able to bear it!"
"Why are you here!" Otto was furious. He picked up his leg and kicked Arik to the ground. Then he yelled: "Go back! Your brother is dying. Stand up to the enemy."
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Arik knew he was wrong, and hurriedly stood up and pointed at the berserkers wearing silver scale breastplates: "Rurik, let the berserkers come up now!"
"Then come on!" Rurik pointed his sword at the mercenary captain Yevro again: "Take all the mercenaries and rush to the front to kill the enemy! No formation! It's not an all-out kill in our costumes! I don't want any prisoners!"
After saying that, Rurik threw the dagger over, and the meaning was very clear.
At this moment, Jevro built his master's extraordinary dagger and promised extremely calmly: "If I die in battle, don't be sad for me. This is a glorious battle for the Russians! This is the last battle!"
Jevro looked at the mercenaries gearing up and the hundred capable berserkers.
"Brothers, for Rose! Come with me!"
Jevro believed that he could be the great hero in this decisive battle that was incomprehensible to him, and he rushed to the battlefield with an attitude similar to that of a martyr.
Unexpectedly, an old guy holding a patterned steel sword took the lead.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" Rurik was shocked.
Otto's running pace seemed to shake the earth. He opened his mouth and shouted: "This is our war! Russians, follow me to attack!"
Seeing this, Yevlo finally realized his position.
The long-time leader of the Rus people, Duke Otto of Rus, held high the patterned steel sword that only the leader of Rus had, and launched what was actually the final fatal attack.
Now there is no need to worry about the formation, what the Russians need is the momentum to swallow up mountains and rivers.
The Ross warriors were shocked to see the madness of their old leader. They had retreated for a while and cheered up again. Especially the senior warriors in the team and the young warriors who had followed Otto Sorgon. They saw the young Otto in their memories.
, an Otto who competed for the position of leader more than ten years ago and defeated the invincible opponent of the tribe!
Now, the brooding Otto has become the berserker he once was.
Yes! It’s the Berserker!
The hundred heavily armored men were dispatched! They were like giant wild boars running wild, and like giant polar bears that were indescribable, knocking over the anxious front line.
They are really invulnerable. They are covered with thick silver-plated iron sheets, which can blind the eyes of Danish mercenaries under the scorching sun. What's even crazier is that the Danes found that when their swords slashed the opponent's body, the blades cracked or bent.
To the point where it can no longer be used. Or when chopping with a hand ax, the ax blade curls up, turning the ax into a hammer.
Is it easy to use it as a hammer weapon? On the contrary, it is meaningless to hit it with a hammer. These iron men are really made of iron!
The heavy armor worn by this group of berserkers sent out by Rurik was harder and thicker than the armor of the Eastern Roman armored cavalry. As human beings, this kind of iron man must be chosen to be strong men with excellent endurance. Even so, their "battery life"
Capabilities are also limited.
In the iron-blooded Song Dynasty, although the Song army relied heavily on powerful bows and crossbows, some special heavy infantry, soldiers covered with iron sheets and heavy armor, specialized in slashing and killing in the rebel army. Such warriors had almost no blind spots in their bodies, and they
It is almost impossible to attack and destroy from the front.
The tactical purposes of this group of berserkers owned by Rurik were exactly the same as those of the Song army who fought in a special way.
The Danish mercenaries were shocked! They were shocked that no weapon could break their armor, but their opponents' weapons were extremely powerful.
The steel axes and steel swords mercilessly killed the Danish mercenaries. It must be that carbon steel is flexible and hard, but the wrought iron chainmail that the Danish mercenaries cherished so much was too soft.
The "Russian Iron Men" are like tanks rushing into the enemy's formation, and the terrifying crushing power they unleash is beyond everyone's expectation.
Some Russian soldiers even complained that if these fierce men had been released earlier, some brothers would not have died. Of course, everyone also understood that there was a reason why Lord Rurik gave these people good food and drink. They were too ferocious.
Look at them! They are invulnerable, and the swords and axes in their hands are dripping with the blood of their enemies.
They stood like an iron tower. The Danish mercenaries found that the weapons in their hands were so weak. The iron swords bent when thrust, and the blade broke when they slashed. The weapons were scrapped after they tried to attack.
The rusty gas of blood made the berserkers extremely excited. Inside the armor were pairs of blood-red eyes. They were already breathing heavily from carrying the heavy armor and fighting hard.
They continued to advance, forming a wall like a meat grinder, killing all enemies who were merely themselves.
Of course, there are also "iron men" who fell into the opponent's plot, for example, their knees were injured and they fell down, and their necks were pierced by short spears. Their losses were only a few people, but the number of people they chopped down to the ground reached hundreds!
The Danish mercenaries, who pride themselves on being generally well-equipped, were supposed to be the trump card of the Gotland army in turning the tide. Only when they faced the secret troops of the Russian army did they know what it meant to be strong.
Perhaps the greatest sorrow of a soldier is that he has exhausted all his weapons and cannot harm the enemy even a hair.
Otto originally wanted to rush to the front line of the battle in one fell swoop and become a big star on the battlefield just like his young self.
"If you die in battle, then die in battle. The best leader of the Russian people has been born, so I will use my death to sacrifice this Russian victory..." Otto was immersed in the fierceness of the war. He was almost a martyr.
The posture is trying to rush to the front line.
It is a pity that the war situation does not allow Duke Ross to become an unparalleled warrior.
Because the bravest iron men built a "wall of killing", they were frantically trying to seize the glory of killing the enemy, which neither the elite mercenaries of the Duke who arrived later nor even the Duke himself could take away.
Jevro very much hoped to kill ten enemies and let the master's temporarily rented sword be stained with blood to repay the favor.
"Your Majesty the Duke! What should we do? The berserkers are going to wipe out the enemy!" Stepping on the squirming pile of corpses, Jevro shouted at Otto, who was baring his teeth.
"Then kill the injured enemy! You also need to pay attention. Once Iron Man dies, you will immediately replace him!"
Under the special battle situation, Otto could only grab his ancestral patterned steel sword made of Damascus steel with both hands, looking for the dying enemy to assassinate him.
Whether it was a strong Gotland male soldier, a seemingly weak female soldier, or some obviously childish faces. They were all members of the Gotland army at this time, and all of them were seriously injured.
Otto didn't take pleasure in torturing the enemy at all. He gave last-minute hits indiscriminately. Everyone was doing the same by Jevro, his brothers, and the Slavic spearmen who followed closely behind.
After the two wings of the Russian army suffered relatively serious losses, the front line finally stabilized. Arik and Harozolson were struggling to hold on. The swords, spears and axes of both sides were waving chaotically, and the shields were pressed against the shields. No one could go further.
The iron man's violent collision and slashing finally tore the Danish mercenary line apart. Now, a group of silver-helmeted warriors bathed in blood, with a sense of terror from the underworld, appeared behind the Danish mercenary army, an army of ordinary Gotland Islanders.
before.
The young warrior threw his ax in shock, and the female warrior let out a piercing scream.
It's a pity that the iron men will not show mercy just because of the special nature of the enemy.
They rushed forward and killed mercilessly. Even if someone knelt down and begged to surrender, they would still be chopped down with tomahawks.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity appears in front of you!
Otto raised his old and wise head, and what he saw with his deep eyes was not the panicked face of his enemy, but the indescribable glory.
"The enemy is about to collapse! Brothers! Rush in along the gap! No mercy! Enemy! Kill!"
After that, Otto simply threw down his shield, raised his sword with both hands, and rushed into the enemy's formation, escorted by as many as one hundred and fifty elite mercenaries.
During the chaotic battle, Rurik personally led the archer flag team and continued to fire arrows. He could not help his father fight, so he had to continue to support with arrows until the soldiers fired all the arrows they carried.
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The young warriors stood on the muddy battlefield, their leather boots full of dark red mud, and dead enemies everywhere around them. Boys and girls, everyone subconsciously gathered together, and after the arrows were fired, they all grabbed their weapons.
I was afraid that the dead bodies around me would suddenly pile up.
Rurik knew that his little warriors were frightened, but most of them had grown up. They had seen a huge number of thousands of people today, and they would not be timid when they participate in battles in the future.
"Let's stop and rest and let others continue fighting!" Rurik gave the order to stay on alert. It was true that for those who had sore arms from frantically drawing bows and shooting arrows, since they could not go to the front line to fight, they should not cause trouble for the soldiers in front.
There was indeed no need for Rurik to participate in the current battle. After inserting the last arrow into the arrow slot of the crossbow, the archer flag team all knelt down to guard against any form of surprise attack.
Looking at the main force of the Russian army, it can be seen that the army has begun a strategic counterattack.
Among the rebellious troops, Otto keenly saw some gorgeously dressed people.
"Jevlo!" Otto shouted.
"exist!"
"Look at those men, they actually use leopard skins to decorate themselves. That's the leader of the enemy. You and your brothers rush over and come back with a few heads chopped off for me!"
"As you command!"
With a maniacal laugh, Jevro recruited more than twenty crazy workers to charge. They didn't have time to mix with the iron men and kill the enemies. They just wanted to attack those gorgeous enemies with precision.
Ordinary Gotland warriors wore ordinary clothes, but a large number of them went into battle shirtless? Their poor attire naturally made the big businessmen stand out.
At the same time, faced with the rapid defeat of the Danish mercenaries, the shocked businessmen were at a loss what to do.
More than one person screamed what to do with King Haken of Gotland. Unfortunately, the king covered his head and made no decision at all.
Harald kicked Harken's thigh, "Look! Their berserkers are coming and we will be in danger soon."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Don't scream! You are the king! Now brothers are dying in large numbers, is there anything else we can do?"
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
Indeed, not even the final Danish mercenaries can stop the Ross army. Does Haken still have a second wave of reserves?
From the corner of his eye, Harald saw some businessmen quietly evacuating with their private soldiers.
Harald was leading the battle, but now the morale of the army had collapsed, and the king himself was screaming meaninglessly, unable to make any decisions.
"Are you going to die here? Just go to hell with you and your family, I'm going to evacuate!"
No, the king was indifferent, and Harald simply fled the battlefield with his private soldiers. In particular, he ordered his daughter Asraqi and the female warriors to evacuate.
Evacuate? Evacuate to where? The bay is blocked by the Ross fleet, and escaping by sea may be difficult. Escape to the nearby woodland, and everyone will eventually die of hunger and thirst. But if you don't evacuate, you will definitely be surrounded by the Ross people.
Annihilate it.
Some merchants were seen leading their troops to retreat, and many Gotlandic warriors were also fleeing in the direction of Visby.
He grabbed his daughter's arm and ran wildly, which once made his sons exhausted.
"Dad, what should we do? Go home?" Aslaki exclaimed.
"Yes! Go home. After we go back, we will continue to fight, at least to protect the safety of our home."
Will Visby become a battlefield? Every street and alley will become a place of fighting? Neither Aslaki nor his father can predict the future. Obviously, they can no longer expect the Gotland army to win in the decisive battle in the wilderness.
Five businessmen left with a small group of private soldiers and family members, including Harald and others.
I saw a group of brightly dressed businessmen running away!
The Gotland soldiers, who were already frustrated and frightened, saw this scene and their last bit of morale collapsed.