The Northumbrian warriors guarding the city were trembling. When they saw the Viking army rushing towards York, it was as if the Ouse River was flooding and trying to destroy the city.
Even their arms that drew the bows were trembling, which meant that the arrows their opponents had shot into the city made the Earl Greywulf who was guarding the city a little relieved.
He had inspected the Viking arrows and had seen the pointed and conical arrow clusters. He was surprised that they did not seem to be made of pure iron. The arrow clusters were all of the same style, and the "stones" that had been thrown in were of refuge.
The blacksmiths all said this was iron, the first strange iron they had ever seen.
Can mere savages do this?
If the attackers were the armies of the Frankish Kingdom, Graywulf could still understand, but their flags were marked with blue stripes, and some flags had black bird patterns, not iris flowers at all.
When he saw that the attackers were carrying a large number of ladders, he immediately felt that something was wrong.
"Soldiers! Prepare rocks, the barbarians are building ladders, crush them to death!"
A batch of stones was prepared at the top of the city, but was this enough? Graywulf signaled his men to continue carrying the stones, but the Vikings' offensive firepower also began.
Rurik deliberately took his main force to keep a distance from the main attacking Balmoq army.
The soldiers of the first flag squad who lined up looked at their allies who were clamoring to attack the city. How could they express their envy?
They have their own responsibility, which is to protect all the crossbowmen behind them.
Rurik stood in the formation with his sword in hand, with many flags flying around him.
All the archers were assaulted and arranged into a relatively regular five-man column.
There were a hundred people standing tightly in each column, with ten arrows stuck in front of each person.
After the archer matrix, there are torsion slingshots and trebuchets with upward shooting angles, which are supported by thirty heavy weapons.
Rurik waved his dagger, and support began immediately.
There was a dense whooshing sound in the air, and the swirling feather arrows formed a rain of arrows, forming a probability hit zone with a width of more than a hundred meters and a length of nearly fifty meters.
It happened that this area was a key point behind the city wall. The defenders' reserve troops were busy carrying stones up the city wall, and arrows were smashing down on their heads and faces.
They were unprepared, and when they heard the whooshing sound they subconsciously ran away.
The arrows struck down fiercely due to gravity, causing the peasant soldiers without armor and only clothed clothes to suffer huge losses on the spot.
Many arrows passed by Graywulf, but he could no longer care about his own comfort.
He turned around and roared at the people running around under the city wall: "Don't run away! Keep supplying stones."
However, when their own lives were in danger, the farmers instinctively ran for their lives.
Arrows smashed through the thatched roof of the house, hitting the women and children who were taking refuge inside.
When some people read the map and ran outdoors, some were killed by javelins thrown down.
It was a torsion slingshot that fired a javelin, and its power was basically fatal on hit.
There are also stones made from local materials and even large pebbles transported from the northern coast. They were all thrown by bull trebuchets, and those who were hit were shattered to pieces.
Only a few farmers pressed wooden boards against their heads and continued to provide support, but the city was still in chaos.
Over the past few hundred years, York has experienced several wars, but this was the first time even the oldest man in the city had encountered such a siege.
The arrows of the Russian army smashed into the city in large numbers, and they flew over the heads of the siege army.
"My son is mighty, haha! I hope my people will not be injured after the city is broken." Magnute was extremely excited at the foot of the city.
Magnute was already an old man, so he would not take the risk of climbing the ladder. Naturally, he would wait until the gate was clear of debris after the city was broken, and then he would enter the city without hesitation.
Northumbria's castle warriors defended the battlements at great risk.
Ladder after ladder was set up on the city wall, followed by soldiers wearing armor climbing up.
Shoot them at close range with arrows. Apart from breaking the arrows and making scratches on their armor, what is the use?
The Dane Grund and his brothers climbed to the top of the city without any loss. They stood in front of the shocked Northumbrian warriors in orange and decisively pulled out the daggers and hand axes at their waists, and even simply
It's an iron rod.
The archers of the Northumbrian army had long been killed by steel-armed crossbows with precise attacks, and the stone-throwing warriors were also killed in battle.
They were suppressed, and Rurik's heavily armored warriors successfully climbed up. They brandished their weapons and began to kill indiscriminately on the city walls.
There were a large number of iron men, and the sight of them fighting was seen by the soldiers in the city, and the Viking army immediately gained momentum!
Magnut was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he sighed loudly, "Rurik of Rus is really a hero. According to his methods, we can easily defeat the city. My daughter has married the right man."
He also saw that his eldest and second sons began to climb the ladder with the most capable Balmok warriors, and now there was no obstruction from the army.
The Russian army quickly fired ten rounds of arrows. They saw that the enemy's city wall had failed, and a Balmok raven flag was flying on the top of the city. Obviously, if they continued to support, they would accidentally injure friendly forces.
Rurik ordered to stop and shouted to his cousin Arik, "Brother! Let's march too!"
"Okay! Follow them and climb the wall."
"No! Just stay under the city and wait for the gate to open!"
Grund and his men caused horrific killings at the top of the city. Seeing that he was outmatched, Graywold hurriedly led a group of people to retreat.
The city wall defense they trusted had collapsed. Grund, covered in blood, taunted and roared at all the fleeing enemies, "You are all a pile of dung! Come on! Don't run, keep fighting me."
But now Grund's silver-plated armor was completely stained red by the enemy's blood.
The priests said that the demons of hell were covered in blood like this, and the frightened Northumbrian warriors screamed that Satan's apostles came in.
The city was also in a mess. The arrow feathers on the ground were like ears of wheat waiting to be harvested. There were also a large number of dead bodies lying on the ground, and even a group of struggling people.
Graywold didn't know where to go. Perhaps only the stone building of the palace could give the remaining warriors some hope.
He rushed into the palace with more than a hundred men, and soon found the queen and even the prince.
After all, Queen Anna is an unclean person and has no respect for this woman Greywulf.
He specifically told the crying little prince Ella, "Your Highness, I will arrange for someone to sneak you out of the city."
But Ella howled because she was completely frightened by Greywulf's fierce appearance.
Queen Anna hurriedly comforted the child and asked, "Where is the king? How can we escape? Could it be that the barbarians have..."
Graywulf kicked the queen away roughly and cursed, "You are an unclean woman, you should die. But the prince must live. York is finished, and we have to fight until the last moment for the prince's evacuation."
Then he threw a short blade to the queen and said, "Fight. Or force the other party to kill you."
Anna slowly picked up the dagger. Her belief dictated that suicide was absolutely impossible. Is it possible to fight?
You are not allowed to commit suicide and you are not allowed to kill. Women are bound by their beliefs. How can they be female warriors?
The queen was in a dilemma. When she stood by the window and saw the barbarian army swarming towards her, she simply fainted...
"Is she scared to death?" another soldier asked.
"Ignore her. Brothers, take the prince and we will retreat."
Ella cried for her mother, but Graywulf was too lazy to bother, picked up the child and left.
Is Sheji really going to die? He is not that stupid. Even if the barbarian army is like this, it cannot be defeated even if the king brings his troops back.
At least Ella is still alive, and he takes his brothers to protect him. If something unexpected happens, Ella will be elected as king by his brothers, so that everyone can get glory in the future.
Greywulf is indeed an egoist, but his current actions are actually loyal to the king.
He and his brothers carried the little prince and walked through the muddy and smelly drainage ditches of the city. They did not care about the tragedy inside the city and managed to reach the outside of the city.
However, the Vikings were on guard against all this.
Those soldiers who were ordered to burn the bridge now brought a group of crossbows and laid an ambush to prevent the enemy from escaping in the chaos.
The Northumbrians blocked all the city gates, but their escape from the sewers also surprised the soldiers.
The people waiting for the rabbit were all Russians, and the archery master Fraser led them. Everyone also knew Rurik's order to capture as many people as possible alive.
But when those kingdom warriors appeared, it seemed impossible to capture them alive.
Frasier led his men to shoot accurately. The surprised Graywulf wanted to escape, but how could he escape from such an obvious target?
A crossbow arrow directly shattered his skull, and he thought he was dead.
His nobility was limited to Northumbria, and his death was abrupt.
The Russian ambush stunned the kingdom's soldiers, and a close-quarters melee ensued.
The Kingdom soldiers who were not killed fled back along the sewers, and the rest were killed in the battle.
A well-dressed young man with tears on his face looked in horror at the blood-stained white-robed and blue-striped warrior holding a round shield.
"Boss, this kid doesn't look like a mortal. I'm afraid he's a noble."
"If it is really a nobleman, if we capture him and present him to the Duke, we brothers will all be rewarded."
Frasier gasped, "Yes, he should be a noble. Tie up this kid first, and we will continue to ambush. Listen to me, anyone who escapes will be shot."
However, York has been broken!
The debris in the front door was sparsely cleared, and the door was opened with a small gap, which was enough.
The people with two-handed axes quickly smashed the door to pieces, and the army waiting to climb the wall stepped over the debris piled at the door and ran straight into the city.
The Balmoks immediately turned into beasts and began plundering in all directions.
As agreed before the war, they arrested people arbitrarily and killed them when they encountered resistance. Those who begged for their lives were spared.
A large number of women and children were tied up and pulled out of the shelter, so that many barbaric Balmok warriors immediately lifted up their robes...
Rurik had already entered the city with his powerful army, and he shook his head when he saw the chaos in the city.
"Haha, our allies are very energetic, and there are women screaming everywhere." Arik spoke very excitedly, as if he wanted to try it too.
Rurik gave his brother a white look through his iron helmet, "Are you tempted?"
"Forget it. Are you belittling me? I don't care about the women here, I only care about honor. Can you?"
"I? Leave them alone, as well as Magnute. Our army controls the granary, and all the wheat belongs to Rus. I will also use the wheat here to feed the women and children in our hometown."
Arik nodded and restrained his soldiers to remain calm.
At least in terms of military discipline, the elite divisions of the First Russian Banner Corps obeyed Lord Rurik. Most of the people in the Shooting Banner Corps were now ordered to stand by outside the city to avoid causing trouble after entering the city at a loss.
At this time, Grund and others, covered in blood, came breathing heavily. They took off their iron helmets and said, "We have completed the mission, and our brothers have suffered no losses."
Rurik was startled, and unconsciously took a step back from this bloody man, and asked again: "Good job. Have you found the granary?"
"Right in front." Grund pointed out, holding up the blood axe.
"Let's go." Rurik forced a smile, "I will reward each of you with a pound of silver coins."
The people hiding in the houses were all picked out, and many soldiers laughed and took away all the valuables the locals could use.
Magnute was not like that. He led a group of people and broke into the church like a king.
"The barbarians are coming!" shouted the praying man, and then everyone screamed.
Magnute just waved his hand and casually ordered: "Go and arrest people."
The Balmoks, who knew that there must be wealth here, swarmed in. They did not kill first, but tied the refugees with ropes and pulled them out.
Only the priests, who refused to surrender, were killed as martyrs.
Sacred places were desecrated, and the Balmoqs discovered gold and silverware, as well as coins and jewelry in the cellars.
All the church's wealth was taken away, but it seemed that there wasn't much of it, and Magnute was a little disappointed with this.
Looking at Biyongni again, he has no interest in capturing prisoners. The greatest honor is to break into the king's residence!
He led more than a hundred people to kill the last guard and even a few helpless ministers, broke open the gate and broke into the king's inner castle.
The servants hiding inside were all captured by Biyoni, who asked in very poor Saxon abbreviation: "Where is your king?"
The captured servants were wailing and speaking random words that they could not understand.
"Damn it, brothers, you don't understand their language?" Biyongni asked angrily. Of course his guys didn't understand.
He saw the erratic eyes of several servants again and thought he understood.
"Is it on the upper floor? Let's go, brothers, let's capture that king. Eynred, just wait for me!"
Of course Biyoni knew Eenred, and he had some contact with their family.
All this is because of what happened last year, and now the original intention of the coalition is to gain territory from Northumbria.
But now, Biyongni wants to replace him.
He quickly found the king's palace, which was really easy to find. But when he saw a trembling woman curled up here, with a dagger beside her, he became very suspicious.
The open stone window brings light, but the cold wind also pours in.
Seeing the barbarian army invading, the woman hesitated and took out a dagger, stood up tremblingly, the wind blew her hair away, revealing a pitiful face with tears. She pointed the dagger at all the approaching people, and kept retreating towards the window.
On the other side, he looked sideways at the tragedy outside and stood still while trembling.
She wailed in Saxon, begging the barbarians not to come.
Yongni was shocked when he saw this woman's face. This woman was quite young, and her haggard face made him feel a little fondness.
Turns out, it's her!
Biyongni smiled and opened his hands to signal his men not to move forward.
He thrust the sword firmly into the wooden floor and slowly took off his iron helmet.
"Queen Anna, I know you. You! Have also met me."
That was the beginning of all the suffering in Bamburgh.
Queen Anna is not yet thirty years old. If she is not beautiful, she will not be chosen from ordinary noble girls.
She is just a daughter who goes with the flow. Bamburg endures hardship just to protect her children, but now.
She recognized the faces of several terrifying savages, such as the man in front of her. This man did become more familiar the more she looked at him, but this man was also clearly a villain.
She thought of Greywulf's instructions, which was not to commit suicide but to provoke the enemy to kill him, so she rushed over screaming with a dagger in hand.
Is this a fight? Bah! This is deliberately seeking death!
This is indeed seeking death. She hopes Biyongni will kill her and end her miserable life.
But Biyongni didn't. Instead, he broke his dagger and pressed his whole body to the wooden floor. He pinched his neck with one hand and pressed his waist with one knee. It was as easy as subduing a lamb.
"I know you. King! Where are you?" Biyongni lowered his head and asked.
Although Biyoni learned a little Saxon in order to invade Northumbria, Anna completely understood his bad words.
"The king...is outside. He will come back."
Biyoni at least knew that Eynred was not in the city, and he also knew that the queen wearing a nun's black robe was actually unclean.
But this woman's pitiful expression actually aroused Qi Biyongni's interest.
"Unclean woman? No! I want to possess you. You are nobler than the women outside. Now serve me and keep you alive."
This is the Norse language, and Biyongni changed another language and pieced together his own meaning with simple vocabulary.
Looking at the unclean queen again, she relaxed her body and stopped struggling. She lay on the ground and just cried.
If she didn't resist, she would acquiesce. Biyongni really enjoyed conquering an aristocratic woman like this.
He hurriedly called his other brothers out and asked his brother Floki to stay away.
The wooden door of the king's palace was closed, and the soldiers who were busy searching for the king's treasures outside the door soon heard strange noises in the palace.
It was a woman's wailing and screaming, and it was even clearly Biyongni's roar.
Then a soldier maliciously patted Floki's head, who was busy holding the silver plate: "Boy, your brother has found a strange but noble sister-in-law for you. Are you happy?"
"Bah! I understand. That woman is not noble, I don't like it. She is only qualified to be a slave raising cattle." After saying that, Floki spat.
This move caused many soldiers to laugh maniacally.
Someone else shouted, "It's a pity that their king can't come up with a little princess. Floki, this kingdom may not have a woman worthy of you."
When Biyongni walked out of the closed door with her thick chest hair exposed, people quietly saw that the queen was curled up in a bed sheet, her eyes were dull, and she seemed to have resigned to her fate again.
Someone was extremely confused and asked: "Boss, you are here to kill just because of this woman? In my opinion, the execution will humiliate the king who doesn't know where he is."
"Just her? Just kill her and she will do what she wants." Biyongni looked sideways and shook his head, then looked at his close friends, "No matter how bad she is, she is still a queen. I have her, and it is natural for me to be the king. Brother.
Guys, my father is old. He went to the Hall of Valor and I am you, the leader. We moved all the people from our hometown here, and this is our new home. York is our capital."
Floki looked up with a sullen face and asked: "Do you really want this woman to be your queen? Our hometown..."
"Don't worry, your sister (that is, sister-in-law) is my true love. As for this woman, she is just a tool."
"Oh, all right."
The capable warriors looked at each other. Everyone supported Biyongni to become the king, and patted Biyongni on the shoulder to express further support.
Biyongni was overjoyed and walked back to the king's bedroom.
After a while, Anna changed her clothes. She no longer needed to be tied up with ropes, and she followed Bjorn in a daze, like a walking corpse. In other words, her soul was completely dead after her son was abducted by Gray Wolf...