The tribal leader urgently put on his armor and brought his sons and even his own grandsons who were only twelve years old.
With gray hair, he tried his best to gather all the men who were still in the tribe. At this moment, people had woken up from the initial panic.
The leader held his rusty warhammer and looked at the men: "Warriors of Ostara, those Gotlanders finally chose war. Maybe even their masters were involved! They decided to fight against our alliance. War. Warriors, for our homeland, take up arms and fight them to the end! Let the gods see who is the master of Jotaland and who is the real man!"
In the previous armed battles with the people who landed in Gotland, the hatred in the hearts of the people of Ostara became stronger and stronger.
Their emotions were aroused by the leader, and each of them held various weapons in their hands and beat their own shields.
Here, there are a large group of teenage boys, and even children as young as ten.
For them, when war comes, every boy and even the elderly have the obligation to defend their homeland.
The men who could still hold weapons quickly armed themselves. They were a group of people who obviously lacked combat power. The Ostara tribe gathered nearly 600 people.
There were also some young women who also decided to stay, using their logging axes as weapons and determined to fight with their husbands. Including the women, the combat strength is only seven or eight hundred people.
The time left for the Ostara tribe is getting less and less. The leader of the tribe is old and he is not stupid enough to bet everyone in the tribe on this battle.
At least the children who are too young and as many women as possible must escape!
After a brief pre-war mobilization, the leader issued an order for women and children to retreat to the north as much as possible.
All of a sudden, a group of women began to pack their bags and try their best to evacuate with their cattle and sheep, pulling and holding their children.
In an emergency, the leader summoned his four daughters-in-law. He issued an order not to fight with her husband and to retreat immediately with their young children.
However, this is not in line with their hearts as wives. They have made up their mind to live or die with their husbands and tribe.
Because from the moment the tribes migrated to settle here, everyone was ready to fight against Gotland's competitors.
What else can the leader say to this.
The old leader let out a long sigh. He was saddened and relieved that his daughters-in-law had chosen their own fate.
In times of crisis, the leader's family must stand up, and for this purpose he even organized his grandchildren!
Perhaps not many warriors will survive this battle. But……
The old man tried his best to put on a kind face, called his two nervous granddaughters in front of him, and suppressed the grief and anger in his heart: "You two, go to the north quickly! Children, the war has broken out, take the food and leave!"
"Grandpa? Fight? Otherwise, let's all evacuate!" His eldest granddaughter said in panic.
"Yes, Grandpa. Let's go! Let's go to Melalen to ask for reinforcements." The little granddaughter agreed.
"Forget it." The old man shook his head, "We have no time!"
At this time, bursts of screams and terrifying roars could be heard in the distance.
A strong man rushed towards the old man: "Chief, everyone coming is an enemy! We have begun to resist."
For a moment, the kind-looking old man could no longer hold back his emotions. He gave his two young granddaughters a slap in the face and solemnly ordered: "You guys leave quickly! Remember, you are from Ostara! Say goodbye to each other. Let’s go together with our tribe! Go to the north and tell them about Ostara!”
After saying that, the leader led the men and ran to the seaside!
The two girls watched eagerly as their grandfather, father, mother, uncle, and even their cousin who was only slightly older than themselves rushed to the front line with weapons.
"Sister, what should I do?" The younger sister was in panic and her face was filled with tears.
My sister also had tears in her eyes. Even though the war was coming, she still felt that her parents and family had abandoned her and her sister because of the war.
For a moment, she felt like she had grown up.
"Let's pack our things and leave quickly!" After that, the elder sister pulled her younger sister into the house.
Stuffed some wheat into a small linen bag, stuffed a little sour cheese into another linen bag, and casually grabbed a pottery urn for boiling water and a thin linen blanket. Together with many tribesmen, they began to escape and face the unknown future.
Even so, they were far behind.
When the two girls were packing their things urgently, there were many tribesmen who were either eager to take away more items, or were hampered by the slow running of the cattle and sheep, or were simply hesitant, and they lost their best Escape time.
Who would have thought that the enemy was actually an army of three thousand people? ! Each one is a fully armed man, many of whom have experienced many bloody battles.
The strength of the coalition of Danes, Oslo and Gotlanders is already more than twice the population of the Ostara tribe.
The oarsmen shook the oars as hard as they could, the sails were furled, and the boats rushed towards the sandy beach at extremely fast speeds.
Right in front of the army, in the deepest part of the fjord, was a larger settlement.
Ragnar, who was sitting on the boat and commanding his men to paddle hard, could already see people starting to gather on the shore with his naked eyes.
"Brothers, the enemy is already on alert!"
"The archers on the ship are ready! When the ship docks, you shoot arrows on the ship. When I lead the men to charge up, all the archers will follow and get off the ship to fight."
"Brothers, for our honor and our wealth, get ready!"
For a moment, Ragnar's people fell into the most extreme mental excitement.
Participating in this battle was in response to the call of the leader, and now, they are willing to fight for their wealth. This makes the purpose of the battle extremely simple and straightforward, they are here to plunder!
As for the goals of other tribes, such as the goals of the alliance leader, Ragnar has no control over them.
The strong keel rushed into the soft sand and gravel. Ragnar threw the oar. He held up his shield and sword and shouted: "Brothers, follow me!"
Following his order, most of the people on the flagship jumped off the ship one after another, and rushed over screaming at the approaching enemy.
It was also at this time that, in accordance with the commander's order, the ten archers who were stranded in the city were holding their single wooden bows and shooting arrows into the distance.
The falling arrows were assisted by gravity. Their accuracy was very poor, but they could penetrate into the bodies of people wearing only cloth.
The Ostara people who gathered in a hurry had no time to adjust their mentality. Many of the men didn't even wear leather boots, and they started fighting fiercely with the intruders.
The people of Ostara, they didn't even have time to form a human wall.
There were so many enemies that the small fjord was crowded with invader ships.
Ragnar's flagship is full of fierce men, including himself, who are all very powerful men. This group of warriors were all wearing leather armor, and they were all covered in chainmail armor.
According to the prior arrangement, after the two hundred soldiers under his command landed, fifty people in mail armor immediately gathered around Ragnar.
In this way, fifty heavy infantry opened the way, followed by light infantry.
Among all the landing forces, Ragnar's army rushed towards the enemy like a chisel.
Of course, their heroic appearance was also seen by the leader Hafgen.
"What a madman." Hafgen, who had just landed, couldn't help but praise when he saw this.
His cronies immediately suggested: "Let them take the lead, and we will gain victory."
"No. If you let that young man have too many victories, he will forget who is the leader of the alliance." As he said, Hafgen motioned to the generals who rushed to his side: "You rush in with your people and kill everyone who meets you. Those who arrived, after plundering the property, burned the entire house.”
Even now, the generals couldn't help but feel startled when they heard the leader's order.
Seeing this, Hafgen gritted his teeth and repeated again: "Didn't you hear me clearly? Kill all the enemies we see. We are here to retaliate, not to plunder."
Because Hafgen deliberately placed his fleet at the back end of the entire large fleet, the first to land was naturally the army of the allies.
The vengeful Gotlanders quickly landed and a fierce battle broke out with the Ostarans on the shore.
Of all the attacking forces, Ragnar's army was the most well-trained.
It was such a large army that was only blocked by more than thirty people.
More than thirty Ostara warriors of various ages staked their honor as men and were determined to resist a group of madmen who were all covered in metallic colors. They brandished their swords and roared as they rushed forward, only to find that their swords seemed to have no effect on them.
Ragnar's hoplites were now almost immune to attacks from such sharp weapons. After the shields overturned the enemy, they were followed by slashes from swords and axes.
Thirty Ostrians were wiped out, and the door to the construction area was opened.
Ragnar's boots were already stained with black mud, indicating that the army had entered the living quarters. It's like a hagfish burrowing into the skin of a cod, and it can do whatever it wants in the cod's belly.
His people had already begun to enter people's houses in an attempt to search for property. As a result, several people were stabbed by short spears and fell to the muddy ground vomiting blood.
At the same time, the people hiding in the house rushed out screaming. There were men, women, and even little boys among them. The same thing is that these people all have weapons in their hands, and they are obviously determined to die and go into battle.
How had Ragnar ever seen such a way? He felt that all the houses in front of him were suspicious fortresses of the enemy.
"Brothers, don't try to plunder! Be careful of enemy sneak attacks, gather them all!"
The defeated troops had to face terrible street fighting. Ragnar gathered his men into a group and piled shields together.
"Archers, prepare rockets for fire."
Just as the more than thirty archers in the army began to dip their arrowheads in rosin, the leader of the Ostara tribe appeared with more than a hundred people led by him.
The leader saw that the enemy had rushed into the streets, and there were shouts of killing in the distance.
He raised his sword high and shouted: "Warriors of Ostara, follow me! Destroy them all!"
At this moment, timidity has become meaningless.
Under the command of the leader, the Ostara people organized themselves into a human wall and began to rush over in an orderly manner.
Seeing this, Ragnar narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Brothers, the enemy is coming! Prepare to meet the enemy."
After all, this group of people is really well-trained. After all, there are many guys among them who have fought fiercely with the regular army of the Frankish Kingdom.
Fifty hoplites quickly formed a line, with each other's shields connected and their swords pressed against the shields, looking for an opportunity to strike. Their left leg was in front of them and their right leg was behind them, taking a stance to prevent collision.
Whether the people of Ostara can gain an advantage depends on the first and only round of collision.
Victory did not favor the people of Ostara.
Ragnar's heavy infantry withstood the opponent's impact, and then pushed back.
In an instant, terrible casualties began to occur among the Ostara people.
Those wearing only cloth clothes were easily killed by sharp swords. Even those wearing leather armor and helmets were struck dizzy by the sword.
Seeing that the number of enemies was not increasing as expected, Ragnar had an idea and ordered in the chaos: "People on both sides, rush up to me and wrap them up! Kill them all."
Next, there is a melee...
It was at this moment that the two girls had just wrapped the escaping supplies in cloth and carried the packages on their shoulders.
They stood at the door of their house and saw clearly the battle taking place not far away.
Father, brother and even grandpa are fighting!
Oh no! Many people have fallen to the ground.
The two girls had tears in their eyes and forgot to run away for a moment.
It was the elder sister who reacted first and pulled the younger sister: "Stop dawdling, let's leave quickly."
"But, dad, mom, grandpa... wu wu..."
"Quick! Let's go!"
The two girls staggered and started running. However, their escape was also discovered by some of Ragnar's men.
More than a dozen guys with their faces covered in blood immediately rushed towards the two girls.
It was no longer a sad moment. The two girls ran as hard as they could in the critical moment. They tried to escape into the summer woods. As long as you escape into the woods, your chances of escape are very high.
One of my sisters wasn't paying attention and fell solidly to the ground. Her knees hit the ground, and for a moment she didn't even realize she was injured.
The elder sister fell, and the running younger sister also stopped and tried her best to pull her up.
"Run!"
"No! Sister, let's run together."
The elder sister gritted her teeth. After getting up, she held on to her right leg, which suddenly became somewhat inoperable, and staggered away with her younger sister.
As a result, they lingered, and the warriors who caught up caught them as easily as two lambs.
For them, they were destined to be captured from the moment they were discovered. They definitely can't outrun this group of warriors.
Ragnar's warriors, they only obey the orders of their commanders. To hell with all the alliance leader’s requests! Aren't those two running children running silver coins?
The two girls were each captured by two warriors. The girls in panic forgot to even struggle for a moment. Two warriors, their intentions after capturing the child were very simple, that is, to take it back to their hometown, keep it for a while and sell it to make a fortune, or simply keep it until they are twelve years old and give it to their son. Be a wife.
They were carried back to the battlefield that was already full of dead bodies. Seeing that their father, brother, and clan members were all lying in a pool of blood, they no longer had any fear, and they both cried heartbreakingly.
It was also at this moment that the Danish army completed a crushing victory over the Ostara people in a short period of time! Next, there is the carnival that belongs to the winner, and the tragic end of the loser.
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