Did the blue fox really become Odin's warrior? How is it possible...
This man's biggest belief is profit, which can be his own wealth or the long-term interests of his family. He deliberately stayed in Haideby and dressed up like a soldier who was willing to die, all for the benefit of his family.
The continuous rain disrupted his plan, and now he can only continue to wait for the storm to end and the sea waves to subside.
The wet Ross flag that has been hanging in the rain is the greatest mockery of the Danes. Although the muddy and cold world forces the Danish army to be unable to attack, for various considerations, they will continue the confrontation.
Everyone knows that as soon as the storm ends, the war will begin again.
Those men shivering in the rain only clung to the dream of getting rich, and now this dream has become the force that supports them to continue fighting.
However, the disease inevitably began to eat away at these farmers who were forcibly drafted to fight.
Denmark's tribal warriors would endure all kinds of disadvantages and persist in fighting out of the dual honor of their tribe and individual. However, it turned out that these peasant warriors did not belong to a certain Danish tribe. Some of them were simply Saxon farmers who had fled from the south.
Not as good as the Danes.
The cold rain continued to erode their will to fight and also began to kill some of the weak ones.
On such a rainy day, even a strong man may die due to untimely and continuous hypothermia. All the best cold-proof items were taken away by Stud and his soldiers, and even the horses were well taken care of. The inferior ones were
They were the so-called armies of various gangs, and they had to some extent obtained rags to keep out the cold. As for this group of peasant soldiers, they couldn't get anything to keep out the cold. Then some people began to notice that when the cold morning returned, people began to freeze to death in the camp.
's corpse.
Before the new battle started, corpses began to be transported to his camp, and there were quite a lot of them.
The dead were all frozen to death without access to effective food supplies, and the living farmers and soldiers were also in very bad condition.
No one advised Stad to continue tactical contraction for the sake of the overall situation. The so-called putting supplementary supplies first was precisely for the sake of the overall situation. Stad and his soldiers just wanted to stay near the ruins that had been overdone, always asking the Russians.
The fortress shows its presence.
Stade and his soldiers have lost some of their gangsterism after living in the Frankish territory for a long time. Their battles are more organized and logistical. They have enough dry food for themselves in this battle.
The gangsters and their men relied on the local people's skills in fish and meat. They had a material warehouse in the city of Hedeby, and the brothers had a batch of dried fish stored for them to enjoy.
It was really hard on the farmers. They were never mentally prepared to besiege the enemy. From the beginning, they were promised that the battle would be over quickly and there would be gold and silver to grab, so they brought a small amount of dry food and farm tools to go out.
Many people believe that they were forced to fight, and they became extremely willing when they thought about it. Now everyone just wants to take advantage of the neglect of supervision and run away.
There were indeed peasant soldiers who took advantage of the chaos to flee, but how many of them were there?
The dry food had been eaten, and a group of "hungry wolves" began to forage in the city. Under the double blow of hunger and cold, they may not dare to attack the Russians, but they dared to launch a strong attack on the residences of some big businessmen.
Although Stade promised not to take action against businessmen who offered suggestions, he also lacked the subjective will to stop a group of hungry farmers from plundering in order to survive.
The hungry farmers robbed the merchant's house. The mercenaries guarding the house immediately gave up their resistance and fled after seeing the formation.
The "great cleverness" who once mobilized Stade, his mansion was also robbed, but he himself had already taken the most important belongings, led his wife, concubines, children and a group of mercenaries to escape from the city in a carriage.
There are no valuables left in the mansion.
The looting slightly eased the morale of the hungry farmers who were about to collapse. They got some cold-proof linen and damp wheat grains. Many hungry people even opened their mouths to gnaw oats like cattle and horses.
Stade subjectively doesn't want to care about these things that the farmers do, but in fact he can't control them anymore. His soldiers are naturally very loyal, and they are all old brothers who trust each other. What he needs to unite most is the group of people who are obviously not very good at it.
A reliable gang force, after all, the gangs are here to corrupt us, and they are more reliable than the group of farmers brought in temporarily.
"The damn rain made me miserable! People from Russia, are you determined to die? Will you also freeze to death in the rain?"
Stade did not know the situation of the Russians, but he learned that as many as fifty people in his camp had died of hypothermia and freezing. The supplies looted by the farmers could not completely prevent the situation from continuing unless the rain passed and the weather cleared.
The rainfall process actually lasted for five days, which was a really long rainy day.
When the long-lost sunshine once again shone on the rotten and humid land, the warriors like loaches came out of their hiding places, knowing that the war was not far away from resuming.
Stade reorganized his army again. Although he had bad expectations, he was surprised when only a thousand armed men finally stood up.
In addition to a group of escapees, there were hundreds of non-combat deaths in the past week. The farmer soldiers were in the worst condition. After staying in a very short and terrible environment for a week, their faces lacked blood, and they were a little swaying when they stood up.
The people also had a fever. Let alone fighting in this situation, they did not die of illness and cold in a short period of time, but they burned high incense.
The peasant soldiers who made up the numbers were no longer trustworthy, but some of them who still maintained good spirits were favored by him.
After several battles among the peasant soldiers recruited, a small group of outstanding ones will always stand out. The wealthy locals and big lords in Flanders have the right to recruit peasant soldiers to fight according to the Frankish decree. They found that the outstanding ones with strong physical fitness often directly
If you are promoted to a servant, although you are still a farmer, your social status will be improved, and you can even become a prostitute overnight and work as a professional guard for the lord.
The world in Denmark is more cruel than that in Frankia. It is a world where only the strong can survive, so Stade has no regrets about his own people freezing to death and starving to death.
The rain has stopped, but the whole world is still muddy, which is extremely detrimental to his secret weapon.
The north wind after the rain is still sharp, but people's bodies are no longer wet, and the problem of hypothermia has been greatly alleviated.
The military strength has been severely reduced, and those who can continue to fight lack morale. Now, the legend about the gold and silver mountains has become extremely important.
Stade reorganized his army under the cover of the ruins. Facing a group of frowning people, he held his sword and preached: "The sea is rough, and God will not give the Russians a chance to escape with their treasures! They decided to fight to the end holding on to their gold and silver."
, I want you to kill them, all the gold and silver are yours!"
That being said, in fact, if he really started to rob Stade, he would be able to rob even more due to his status and addiction to cigarettes. However, in his current predicament, he knew that he would create a huge pie for his subordinates.
The sluggish morale has been boosted, and now only looting money is the factor that keeps them fighting. A group of sick people also join in the shouting, as if their own patients have also recovered.
Their boiling shouts were very loud. They were venting their momentum to their opponents, and the Russians were definitely aware of it.
Here at Ross's Shops Fortress, things haven't gotten too serious yet.
The slightly sloppy wooden wall defenders once again tightened their grip on the hilt of their swords. Some jumped deep into the semi-dry land and rushed into the room to report to the blue fox.
"Sir, the enemies are roaring, they are demonstrating against us."
"Yes! I heard it all!" Blue Fox put on a serious face, continued to put on his chainmail, and murmured to himself: "A new battle is about to begin again."
The swell of the sea caused by the rainfall directly broke the Russians' retreat plan. Of course they could escape through the lanes, but how would they manage the ship to sail on the raging waves if they escaped?
The mercenaries were speechless to each other. They all wore uniform robes with the flag of Rus sewn on their clothes.
They returned to their respective posts and began to stand firm, waiting for their fateful battle.
Some mercenaries were praying to Odin, some were just staring into the distance, and some seemed to be fine.
Regarding the future, Blue Fox's mind is blank. He actually doesn't want to die in battle, so it is not appropriate to attack Faith Odin.
It would be great if there was a god who could use divine power to ensure that he would be safe and sound in the end. Which god would do such a thing?
He thought a little about his previous reply to that Eskil, the old guy kept admonishing him, now it's time to think about it...
However, Stade did not give Blue Fox any more time to think. The wet ground was drying at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mud was no longer serious, and the siege vehicle transformed from a trolley and wooden piles could be driven smoothly by manpower.
Stade's troops were shouting, which was clearly the last mobilization for the war. As the saying goes, the principle of one-stop action, for fear that the morale that had been finally boosted would drop, Stade had no intention of procrastinating any longer and announced the start of the second round of attacks on the spot.
He mounted his tall, well-maintained horse and led his small group of cavalry to stand out from the crowd.
He continued to wave his sword and shouted: "Everyone attacks! Loot your gold and silver, and you will all get rich! Now follow me!"
Stade really did what he said. In full view of everyone, he personally led the cavalry out of the burned ruins and appeared in front of Ross's store again, appearing impressively in front of the store's defenders.
"Sir, villains have appeared, and their leader must be a horseman." Someone suggested that the blue fox guarding behind the wooden wall fired a cold arrow.
The blue fox revealed its entire head, squinting its eyes and grinning in the sun, staring at it: "This distance is a bit far, can you hit it?"
The speaker then smiled and said: "If you have a torque slingshot, you can snipe him."
"What you said is nonsense! Damn it, if I had known this, I would have left a slingshot..."
The lack of heavy equipment will greatly reduce the combat power that the Russians are proud of, but now they have no time to complain.
Listen! It’s the low and murderous roar of the horn!
The blue fox also tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, the bow holder placed the arrow on the hilt, and the crossbow was also strung up.
An old mercenary thought of a move: "Brothers, hide for now, let the enemy advance boldly, and we will shoot them." The old mercenary called out, but most of the people had already instinctively ambush.
On the other side of the battlefield, Stade, who was riding a horse, became angry when he saw the Ross flag hoisted by his opponent.
Behind him were thousands of warriors who were eager to get rich. People in different clothes walked out of the zigzag box. Various shields began to build a shield wall. At the request of various gang bosses, they began to beat the shields. Amidst the fierce noise, they
He advanced slowly and gradually came to the front of the horseman.
Behind them, the phantom of the siege truck gradually appeared. The wheels crushed the mud, and dozens of people pushed it and gasped. It was indeed a heavy tool, and it was precisely because of its heaviness that it still hit the wooden wall at a low speed.
It can bring a lot of strength.
Among a group of ragged people, an armored man guarding a large object looked particularly unique.
The Ross mercenaries had seen the world, and they suddenly realized that the strange thing was the so-called rushing car.
Everyone's hearts tightened, but Blue Fox could not intuitively understand the specific use of that object. He just asked his subordinates very curiously: "What are those armored men guarding? It can't be some kind of weapon?"
"It's a weapon!" An old mercenary changed his previous free and easy attitude and warned with a horrified expression: "That thing is extraordinary. They will push it against our wall and the wooden wall will be knocked down."
"Ah?! That's not it!"
"Sir, Prince Rurik is the best at using this weapon. Unexpectedly... the Danes also know how to use it."
Blue Fox was speechless. He felt that the wooden wall that was difficult to break through had turned into a piece of cloth that was easily pierced.
"What can be done about it?"
Blue Fox's question was everyone's question, and another old mercenary thought: "If we have enough oil, we can set fire to it by heating the oil and pouring it down, but..."
"Shut up!" Blue Fox said emotionally in desperation, "We don't have any more oil at all."
Based on this dilemma, most of the old mercenaries have been relieved, and some even suggested to Blue Fox: "Once the wooden wall collapses, our brothers will fight with them."
"Am I going to join in? I... will be killed."
The mercenaries did not blame the financial owner for his fear at all, so some suggested that Blue Fox take advantage of the chaos to escape through the tunnel, while others shouted: "You just accidentally killed an enemy, Odin will not approve of you. We are different, we
He fought for the Prince of Rus, and after his death, his soul entered the Hall of Valor directly and gloriously."
Escape alone? To put it lightly. In the past, Blue Fox would have fled without hesitation when encountering a disaster, but now he actually hesitated. "At least I have to make sure that the fortress cannot be defended before escaping."
The mercenaries will not surrender. They are either from Sweden or Finland, and there are even new Slavs who join the group. The Swedes who are caught will be killed, but the Finns and Slavs may not die, and that is a lifetime.
After all, the slaves did not die in battle, but a tragic fate awaited everyone. Since the opponent could not give everyone the possibility of survival, the brothers were united as never before.
Will Stade really give the Russians a chance to survive?
He has issued an order to kill without mercy, wielding a steel sword with his big hand, and has issued an order for a general attack regardless of priority.
Compared to gangs' tactics of charging and slashing in a chaotic manner and relying solely on brute force and numerical superiority to win, Stade did something more sophisticated based on this major premise.
The number of infantry archers in the regular Frankish army is very low. Most of the time, the archers are just recruited forest hunters. The key to victory is brute force fighting. The situation here in Stade is even worse. Among the more than a thousand combat soldiers, there are just a few gathered.
He bought fifty bows and randomly selected fifty people to draw them.
Something is better than nothing. These archers walked out of the shield wall array first, each carrying ten arrows and throwing them at the Russians. Many people could only attack a target with a rough shot, and there were very few truly accurate shooters. As for the ability of the shot
It’s unknown how much war results it will bring. At least archery can boost the morale of your own army.