A large number of enemies are slowly approaching the mountain fort. Are they seeking death?
Vateara gritted his teeth, at least protected by wooden walls, he and his Tavastian warriors still had a sense of security.
How does the attacking Russian army want to attack?
"Am I dazzled? Did they tame the bears? Let a group of bears carry logs forward?"
Someone shouted: "Boss, that's not a bear! It's an enemy in bearskin."
"Damn! They want to break our door with wood?!"
Vatyala was very anxious because the gate of the mountain fort was not strong.
He immediately called to his brothers, "Quickly find debris to pile up at the gate! Others, shoot arrows for me to stop those bears!"
Clusters of the best iron arrows whizzed towards the bear-skin-clad warrior.
This sound was heard by the alert Ross, and they had already prepared a countermeasure for it.
Arik was not so arrogant as to fight the arrows head-on. Mail iron rings and thick leather could basically block the arrows. He was afraid of being hit by arrows in his face and neck, which had weak defenses.
The attacking Russians all held wooden shields in front of them, and the warriors carrying huge wooden shields became "tanks".
The sequel to Landing with a Giant Shield focuses on the bearskin warrior, and more and more arrows are being shot on the shield.
The Rus's full preparation almost completely offset the Tavastians' arrow advantage!
He originally thought that he could use iron arrow clusters to repel the enemy, but when he saw that the effect was so poor, Vatyala, who had limited self-confidence, began to despair.
Even in despair, they are still fighting despite being trapped.
A large number of arrows were fired desperately, but in the end they could not stop the Russians' continuous attack.
The battle became extremely tense, and Vatyala felt increasingly that the situation had become extremely bad.
He continued to roar in the chaos, "Save the arrows! Once we run out of arrows, we are finished!"
Unfortunately, the warrior with the bow is still shooting.
On the other hand, the Russians finally advanced to a distance where their crossbows could shoot accurately.
The optimal solution is for the light crossbowman to hide behind a large wooden shield and fire freely, just as the Genoese crossbowman is accustomed to do.
The large wooden shield stood on the ground and became a perfect barrier. After shooting an arrow, the warrior left the step to recharge, then placed an arrow to continue shooting.
In a short period of time, ten shooting positions appeared on the Rus' side. The wooden shields were densely packed with Tavastian arrows, and the arrows stuck on the ground were like wild grass. The arrows were easily accessible.
The battle has raged so far, but the most critical moment has yet to come.
Aric, who was hiding behind the shield, laughed loudly at the bearskin warrior, "God knows they have a few arrows. They may be able to shoot them all. The arrows are all ours, so you don't have to worry about being hit."
The slightly tired bearskin warriors worked together to carry the log forward. Encouraged by these words, everyone forgot their fatigue for a moment and vowed to break through the wooden wall and let history repeat itself.
Compared to the war many years ago, there was no troublesome ice and snow in this mountain fort.
The crossbowmen began to shoot the emerging enemies with precision like hunting. Although the crossbows here were modified from short wooden bows, they were still very effective against the Tavastians who were basically unarmored.
It seems like the Russians can win this way?
A large number of stones were moved to the wall, although most of them were larger than a fist. When they were hit from a high place, even a Russian wearing an iron helmet would still suffer a concussion after being hit.
The Tavastians braved the Russians' counterattacks and threw stones at them. Aric was also shocked when he was struck by the stones.
The Russians held up their shields to protect their heads and retreated slightly. No fool jumped into the ditch and tried to climb the wall.
The road became narrow, and the road to attack the gate narrowed to only about five meters. This was not because the Tavastians were good at using defensive trenches, but in fact the trenches were dug to strengthen the wooden walls and retrieve soil for convenience.
They didn't know how to build a suspension bridge so that there would be a passage to the gate.
The most anxious battle is here, even if the warriors holding wooden shields protect the bearskin warriors holding siege hammers, it still feels like hitting rocks.
Blocks of wood, stones and even earth were all piled up by the Tavastians towards the wooden door. The corpses of their brothers who died in the crisis were also thrown in as obstacles.
They could actually escape through the small door, but that would be a loss of honor and they would be punished by their clansmen even if they returned to their hometown.
The Tavastians who were fighting mad suddenly became brave, their eyes were red and they resisted resolutely.
More and more warriors were hit by arrows and fell, and a few of the Russians were injured by arrows. The difference was that the injuries from the arrows of the Russians were mostly in insignificant places, and the warriors' torsos and heads were intact!
The bearskin warriors all found that the gate had been basically smashed into sawdust, but the passage did not exist.
Many people noticed that people inside the wall were still piling up debris. They all felt that this scene was very familiar. It seemed that the people who defended the city were doing this.
The trick Wateyala came up with on the spur of the moment can be called a turtle tactic. He wanted to make himself a turtle in an urn, hoping that the enemy would not break into the urn.
The Tavastians still have the last belief, which is to hold on no matter the cost, wait for reinforcements, and then a center will bloom. I am afraid this is their only chance of victory.
The madmen of Ross's First Flag of Warriors are not monsters with unlimited energy. Bumping at the door becomes useless, and the warriors in bearskin are panting.
The battle became boring, and Arik, who was looking at the city wall through the gap in his shield, had lost the idea of breaking the city.
"Damn it! We can't get the greatest glory. Let's go, brothers, we will retreat and wait for the main force."
The Russians, who had long been fed up with this boring battle, all wanted to evacuate. Due to their reputation, everyone was waiting for Arik's attitude.
Now that the flag captain had spoken, the people carrying the flag of the flag team had retreated, and the Russians gradually retreated.
Retreating is not running around, Arik shouted, "Evacuate in an orderly manner! Try to pick up the arrows on the ground and don't leave them to the enemy! Let's retreat to the woods and stop."
The Russians are retreating?! Vateyala, whose mentality almost exploded, was overjoyed, as if God was helping them. The Tavastians felt hope, and they began to cheer and curse the Russians extremely.
Isn't Aric a retarded person? He learned some bad words from the Kovin people, and this time he heard them from the Tavastians.
Some people shouted disdainfully, "Are they insulting us? They look very happy."
"It's an insult." Arik, who returned without success, sat in the forest to rest and told the inquirer, "They said we are cowards."
"This... we didn't kill them all, I'm not willing to accept it."
"Brother, we are not cowards, we just want to take a short rest. Look at this mountain fort, they are like fish in a pottery. It is up to us to decide when to kill them." After that, he spat again.
"Let's wait! Rurik's large army will definitely arrive in the evening. Recharge your batteries and we will fight again tomorrow."
Arik, who calmed down, inspected the results of this unwinnable raid.
A large number of arrows were pulled from the wooden shields and bundled into a handful with a hundred. After some statistics, everyone collected nearly 3,000 arrows.
The collection of so many arrows really surprised Arik, but everyone also felt strange, as if tens of thousands of arrows were stored in the mountain fortress to give the enemy the capital to squander it.
In the evening, Rurik's large army finally arrived.
It was within his expectation that the First Flag Team of the Warriors failed to capture the mountain fortress, but the enemy really defended it, and Rurik had to be careful with this group of turtles.
He saw a large number of soldiers of the First Standard Corps lighting campfires and roasting strange things. Rurik also saw that they seemed to have caught bass from the stream that flows into the Oulu River. They looked very tired, but fortunately they still had a look in their eyes.
Vigor.
Arik felt a little regretful. He approached his brother and pointed at the mountain fortress with his right hand: "The enemy has reinforced the fortress, and my battering ram cannot break it."
"Can't open it? Their door is too hard?"
"No. Just like in previous battles, the new enemy is piling up the gate with soil. Now that you are here, you must have a way to break the city."
Rurik wanted to take advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun to take a look, but without a telescope, he could not see the details.
The appearance of the mountain fort had changed. Rurik remembered that outside the mountain fort there was an empty area with only wooden piles left. Most of the wooden piles had been cut down recently, which must have been an act of the enemy.
Rurik was at the edge of the forest, already thinking of some clever ways to attack the city, such as making long ladders.
It will take some time to create better siege weapons, and it just so happens that Rurik doesn't want to launch a general attack immediately.
The forest camp became more and more lively, and people began to set up pottery pots and iron pots to cook their own wheat and dried meat.
People who had walked the rugged road for many days all sat down and rubbed their feet, or lay directly on the pine branches under the soft trees.
Arik handed over a piece of grilled bass with a pine-scented smell, which was just over a pound, to his brother, and reported on the results of the day.
"I underestimated the enemy's sense of resistance, but fortunately I retreated wisely. Not a single brother died, but more than ten people were injured by arrows on their arms and cheeks, and one unlucky guy was hit by an arrow in the buttocks."
"An arrow in the butt?" Rurik thought this was ridiculous.
Arik shrugged, "I just arranged for people to laugh at them."
"I understand, they shot arrows."
"Yes, I have also learned about the maximum range of their arrows. Don't worry, our location is very safe. Even if our longbowmen stand here and fire arrows, they can still threaten the enemy."
Mechasta, who returned to his hometown, was angry at the transformation of the old mountain fortress by Tavastia, a group of villains who occupied the magpie's nest, and was even more angry at their destruction of the mountain forest. You must know that the Kovin people worship the forest and the endless flow of Oulu.
River, although everyone immigrated to the brand new Aylon (Kemi) river, they still have enthusiasm for their homeland.
After hearing Arik's description, Mechasta directly pulled the old man Rigus to stand up.
"Your Majesty the Duke, our last Corvin warriors are here. Since shooting arrows here can kill the enemy, I hope to take action now."
"Now? Sit down first." Rurik paused for a while and then said: "We should not waste arrows at night. I am afraid that the arrows will be used twice by them. I think we will keep throwing them with trebuchets starting tomorrow.
Stone."
"Auxiliary to the army's attack?" Arik asked.
"No, there will be a truce tomorrow. First, we will let everyone recuperate, and second, we will build long ladders. Tomorrow we will carry out a harassing attack, first surrounding the fortress, and then our troops will torture them."
Arik was quite surprised by the reduction in the use of bows and arrows, and emphasized: "Brother, I captured three thousand arrows."
"Then keep it! It just so happens that we don't have many arrows with us." Rurik was actually quite annoyed that he had underestimated the complexity and severity of the road conditions.
Thanks to the large number of pebble beaches along the river, the road is extremely rugged and the only advantage is that it is not muddy. It is spring now, and the melting permafrost has caused muddy ponds everywhere. There are not even roads in Northern and Eastern Europe, which means that the situation in the Oulu River Basin is better.
Rurik made some arrangements and the army began to take action.
The army encircled the entire Old Gray Squirrel Hill Fort, and the people huddled inside soon discovered something strange outside the fort.
A large number of bonfires were lit at the edge of the forest, and they seemed to be protected by a circular wall of fire.
This is still Rurik's most common trick, using the cover of darkness to set fire to create the illusion of a shocking ambush. The enemy cannot judge the truth from the truth, and they will instinctively intimidate themselves, and their morale will be hit.
The Tavastians stood uneasily on the wooden wall. They wanted to go out to pick up some arrows, and even brought leather bags to replenish fresh water. Fear prevented them from taking risks.
Because everyone is surrounded! There has been a faint rumbling sound in the distance, it seems that thousands of Russians are talking, maybe they are not discussing tomorrow's general attack.
Suddenly there was a whooshing sound in the air, and then some Tavastians fell, and then many people screamed.
"What's going on?" Vatyala was shocked.
"It's a hidden arrow!" someone shouted.
"Hidden arrows? Where are the enemy archers? Counterattack!"
That being said, those who were attacked wanted to find the enemy and shoot arrows back at them, but their opponents used long bows made of mulberry wood.
Rurik could not overpower Mechasta's desire for revenge, so he allowed him to take thirty Kovin longbowmen and shoot three rounds at the enemy with captured arrows.
According to the distance information provided by Arik, these three rounds of arrows were basically shot in the mountain fort. Although they only caused five enemy casualties, it is not easy to say that they caused panic.
Creating panic is also a tactic!
Rurik was not afraid that they would fight even though they were trapped, after all, he did not want to leave anyone alive in this battle.
Is this cruel? It is.
On the march, the Ross army saw a destroyed cemetery and a large number of miserable corpses of their own people in the burned old Salmon Lord Hill Fortress.
The invaders of Tavastia did not give the Kovin people a way to survive, and the Russian fishermen who stayed there had no need to be merciful. Unless the dead gave everyone a dream and asked to keep the surrendered people of Tavastia alive.
So Rurik didn't want any negotiations, and the invaders really aroused the darkness in his heart.
As the saying goes, "Don't blame me for being ruthless if you are ruthless." The entire Russian army has this attitude. Of course, the ally Balmok Army wants to gain trophies, and Biyoni is also observing the tactics of the Russian army, hoping to make his people
As powerful as he became, he no longer had much desire to kill.
Hidden arrows hurt people, and the restless Tavastians standing at the top of the city screamed and hid, while Vatyala cursed the Russians for their cruelty in the safety of the wooden house.
This anger could not find a suitable outlet, and the three leaders of the Kewen tribe who had surrendered were found out.
Anger was spread on these three people, and Vateyala complained, "It was you three who got us involved in the war. Why didn't you tell us that the Russians were so powerful? You have ulterior motives. You want us, Tavastia, to be destroyed."
The three of them were shocked. One of them, Bakan, saw that the atmosphere was not right and was afraid that he would be chopped off as a sacrifice. He hurriedly crawled to Watyala: "At least let me go out and talk to them. Maybe give them some leather."
Will retreat."
"You!" Vatyala became furious, stood up and kicked him fiercely.
But then he thought about it, he still didn't know what the Russians wanted to do, so he couldn't really kill them all. If he could use some means to coax them away, he might as well give it a try. Even if it was to delay time, it would be good, so that he could wait until
The eldest brother has arrived with the alliance's elite, and the Russians should be forced to retreat due to the military strength.
The plan had been set. Vateyala slapped his thigh and said, "Tomorrow morning you go to find out the truth about the Russians and tell me their intentions. Also, delay them for me."
Bakan was trembling, but he agreed wholeheartedly, just because he had no choice. This is the role of a slave.