War breaks out!
The development of the situation did not allow Mechasta, the leader of the Gray Squirrel tribe, to hesitate. Although he felt that the enemies looked strange, the guys who charged first had a strong sense of déjà vu.
But they launched a strong attack, and our own people had to fight them off.
"All hunters are ready! Come up to the wooden wall, draw your bows and shoot arrows!" Mechasta greeted with all his strength. His tribesmen were nervous, holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, and climbed up behind the wall one after another. of scaffolding.
Mechasta looked around and immediately ordered the arrows to be fired freely.
At the same time, he also signaled to his youngest son Tyravis who was hiding in the simple tower, asking the child to show his strength.
On the other hand, Kejas, who led his men to kill the enemy's village, was shocked that his enemy had reinforced the wall. Looking at the sloping snow slope, he was a little worried that his attack would be frustrated. With a large number of Ross warriors behind him, he knew he could not retreat.
Kehas didn't say anything inspiring. He roared with a big mouth, and with a shield on his left and a sword on his right, he mixed in with the tribesmen and charged.
Finally, the expected blow came!
The Gray Squirrel Tribe had organized more than a hundred archers. There were as many as seventy people standing on the wall and thirty people under the wall.
The arrows began to be thrown in large numbers, gaining the energy bonus of gravitational potential energy, and the falling bone arrows also had good lethality.
The thick leather jackets worn by the Salmon Lord Tribe warriors who were attacking began to be penetrated. Since the wounds were very shallow, the injured were still holding up their short spears and howling in response to the impact.
There were also a few poor men who were completely unlucky. By chance, a falling arrow hit their necks.
A moment of heavy damage directly caused the death of three warriors. They vomited blood in pain, and their groans of difficulty were drowned in the charges and shouts of the tribesmen.
He saw that many tribesmen were injured, and even saw many arrows flying towards him.
After blocking a few arrows with his wooden shield, Kejas shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, don't be afraid! Let's rush forward and climb up the city wall to wipe out all the hateful squirrel guys!"
This roar was heard by Mechasta on the wall.
"What's going on? Are they..." Seeing the strangely dressed people standing not far behind these howling guys, Mechasta believed that it was not just the Varangians who were attacking him, but also the Varyags. The theoretical kin of the Salmon Lord who became servants.
The more he thought about it, the more determined Mechasta became.
"Brothers! The Salmonmen are attacking us. They have become the hunting dogs of the Varangians. They are a bunch of mad dogs. We must shoot them!"
Whenever the Salmon Lord tribe is mentioned, the anger of the Gray Squirrel tribe members is ignited.
Everyone was still very nervous. After all, no one had ever seen such a huge formation in their lives.
Even if it is as simple as an army of more than 300 people attacking a small village.
For them, it is tantamount to a huge war.
More and more Salmon Lord tribe warriors were hit by arrows, and some of the injured began to sit down, gritting their teeth and trying to pull out the barbed arrows.
Others have actually tried to retreat and escape beyond the range of the opponent's bow and arrow.
In the chaos, Kejas continued to move forward with difficulty. He saw that his people's impact momentum became somewhat weak under the increasingly powerful fire from the enemy. He covered his vital torso with a wooden shield and held high the iron sword inherited from his ancestors, hoping to lead all the brave men to continue charging.
However, at least twenty people fell down with arrows. They did not die. They just huddled in the snow and howled.
Beside them, there were a large number of terrifying arrows.
Finally, looking at the half-hidden archers of the "Squirrel Guy" not far away, and even the arrows shot from the tower, the morale of more people actually collapsed like this!
Some people started to choose to run away, even the men who were supposed to be watching the ladder rushing to the front line, some people simply let go and ran back.
It was understandable that they avoided the bows and arrows, but this behavior made Otto furious.
A big hand always covered Rurik's shoulder.
Now Rurik witnessed the real battle. Cold sweat broke out on his feet in his leather boots, and his eyes were wide open. For a moment, he was not thinking about the strategy of siege, but actually enjoying the battle. A true ancient siege battle.
Is it wonderful? No! War is not exciting, but it makes people burst with adrenaline.
Seeing that the guys sent out to attack the city actually retreated, Rurik clearly felt that his shoulder blades were about to be crushed by his furious father.
"Dad...are they...at large?" Rurik asked weakly.
"Damn Kejas, that guy betrayed our trust. Rurik!" Otto ordered.
"exist!"
"Now, it's your time to prove yourself."
"Ah?! Do you want me to lead the attack?!" Rurik was surprised.
Otto let go of his hand, then pushed his son hard, and then gave a stern order: "Take your mercenaries and shoot the fleeing people with crossbows! Remember, traitors do not deserve to live."
Although it feels a little cruel, Rurik knows that nothing is more important than military morale at this moment.
The right way is to execute a few deserters and order the remaining people to continue charging.
Rurik held his breath and pointed with his little finger at the mercenaries standing in his team.
The mercenaries, led by Jevro, left the main town of the Ross Army.
Two hundred pairs of terrifying eyes looked at the twenty people, including Rurik, who had left the team. Everyone was paying attention to all the actions of the future leader Rurik. Even waiting for the big leader's order, he killed the fleeing servants.
Rurik asked Yevro to whisper a few words, and then he simply picked up a loaded crossbow himself, and for the time being acted as a captain, arranging the team in a line, organizing them like a firing squad.
Only Javlo took the lead and shouted in ancient Finnish: No retreat! Hurry up and get back to fighting! Otherwise you will be wiped out! "
Perhaps this roar was drowned in the lament of the retreat, the excited shouts of the enemy not far away, and the chilling sound of the shaman beating the leather drum.
Rurik had a dull face, he had no hesitation anymore.
"Crossbowman!"
"Raise the bow! Shoot!"
With an order, twenty arrows were fired, including Rurik, and six fleeing men were immediately hit. The so-called hit here is no different from shooting.
People who were hit by crossbow arrows at close range fell to the ground one after another, twitching wildly a few times before becoming completely motionless, and the snow under them quickly turned red.
He did not die in the hands of the enemy, but was easily killed by the Russians who oversaw the battle.
At this moment, all the fleeing Salmon Lord tribesmen were stunned on the spot. They remembered the scene when they were defeated. In fact, they didn't feel much humiliation of defeat. Some of them were shocked by the sudden and inexplicable death.
Taking advantage of the opportunity for the crossbow to be cocked, Jevro shouted loudly; "Continue the attack! Those who retreat will be killed!"
The attitude of the Russians was serious, and the fleeing people turned their heads in panic and continued to rush towards the enemy wall.
At this moment, Kejas noticed the scene of his people being punished, and he shouted with all his strength: "Don't retreat!"
It's not that Kejas's appeal is helpful at all, but that everyone knows that the Russians do what they say. Their minds went blank and they began to charge mechanically. Even the enemy's arrows that hit their bodies no longer felt pain. In their opinion, nothing is more terrifying than being hit by a Russian crossbow.
On the other hand, Mechasta, the leader of the gray squirrel tribe, already felt that his archers had done a good job, but the enemy was repelled by bows and arrows? He had to think about the previous imagination of the tribesmen. The so-called enemy expedition, they may be powerful, but now they are at the end of their strength.
However, the enemy came back and looked even more powerful.
"Damn! They're here again. Men with spears, all on the wall!"
Mechasta saw the enemy coming with a ladder and knew they wanted to use it to climb the ice wall. The ice wall was deliberately built to prevent enemies from climbing, but with Zi's sudden appearance, Mechasta thought he had made a mistake in his anxiety.
The archers remained serious, and as the enemy got closer, their ability to accurately shoot squirrels finally came in handy.
More Salmon Lord tribe warriors were hit by arrows, and they suffered another batch of casualties before finally reaching under the enemy's ice wall.
Kehas held up the shield awarded by the Rus to protect his torso and head. He roared at the top of his lungs and ordered the tribesmen to put up the ladder.
More warriors decided to climb directly onto the sloping snow slope, but as soon as they started trying, they realized that it was actually slippery ice!
Some people tried to climb with stone manuscripts. Such people were shot in the eyes and neck by a sudden bow, and they died on the spot. There were many other people who had a lot of small wounds on their bodies, and arrows were hung on their leather jackets. The crazy thing was that some people actually had more than ten arrows hanging on their bodies.
Even the shield of Kehas, he realized that the scene was shocking. Because near the handle behind the shield, three clusters of iron arrows that penetrated half of the shield suddenly appeared.
In his hurry, he had no time to panic. He stood under the sloping ice wall and ordered the soldiers to climb the ladder.
Some brave men began to climb, while others held their short bows and used fire suppression on the enemies on the wall.
From the beginning, the Salmon Lord tribesmen released their bows and arrows as they charged. Since the arrows fired were not large in number and had no clear targets, the Gray Squirrel tribe suffered almost no casualties.
As the archers on both sides began to shoot at close range, both sides could see their eyes and faces clearly, and the battle really entered a fever pitch.
There began to be gray squirrel tribe warriors who were hit by arrows and fell heavily from the scaffolding behind the wall. There were more and more such people.
Mechasta looked worried, and he quickly ordered his reserve soldiers to climb up and make up for the shortcomings.
What makes Mechasta happy now is that his measures are effective. Now, the gates of the village wall are blocked by various heavy debris. The enemy has no way to enter through the main entrance. They also have no ability to climb the ice wall directly. They can only rely on four very long ladders.
Because there are only four tools for breaking through, guarding seems to be simpler for the defending troops.
Many climbing warriors were directly stabbed to death by short spears, which frightened those who intended to continue climbing. In addition, stones were thrown down from time to time, or rolled down the ice wall. The stones broke other people's legs, or their heads were smashed directly, and the scene was a mess.
There were fatal wounds on the bodies of the dead. A number of dying people quickly piled up under the ice wall, and the hot blood flowing out also evaporated into a terrifying mist.
The battlefield has become terrifying. In today's scene, the soldiers on both sides of the battle are meeting each other for the first time.
In the chaos, Mechasta finally saw the face of the man holding the strangely patterned wooden shield.
"Damn it! It's definitely you! Kaihas, take your life!" After roaring, Mechasta used iron arrows and a bow.
Kejas vaguely heard someone yelling his name. He flicked his eyes and saw someone aiming at him.
With a conditioned reflex block, he withstood the shot of the iron cluster arrow less than ten meters away.
The arrow cluster penetrated the wooden shield as a whole, and if it advanced a little further, it could blind itself.
Kejas was almost paralyzed with fear. He thought of retreating, but when he thought of the people who had just been shot, he hesitated.
He was suffering from hesitation, and his people were making an apparently futile attack.
Kejas didn't understand. Did his new master want everyone to die? Also, when did the gray squirrel tribe become so capable of fighting? Aren't they a group of cowards who can only passively defend themselves? Will a coward become a warrior? !
The reality is that perhaps everyone in the supposedly brave Salmon Lord Tribe has lost their courage long ago, and the remaining people are all cowards.
As more and more tribesmen are killed by squirrel men, the spirits of those who are still alive and continue to fight are about to collapse.
"Chief! If we continue like this, we will be dead!" A tribal warrior with arrows hanging on his leather jacket rushed to Kejas' side.
Suddenly, Kejas saw the man stiffen, then collapse to the ground.
An arrow pierced the back of the warrior's head. The owner of the iron cluster arrow was none other than the ten-year-old Terravis.
This kid is like a sniper. In fact, what he is doing now is exactly the job of sniper.
Terravis shot at least three people accurately. Confident in his ability, he specifically shot the enemy's vital points, especially the neck where the major blood vessels were located.
This arrow directly destroyed the back of the man's head, and the whole man suddenly became stiff and died on the spot.
The clan warrior died in front of him, and Kejas's spirit finally collapsed.
"Brothers! Let's withdraw! Let everything go to hell!"
Kejas could no longer care about anything. He turned around urgently and began to lead the evacuation. The rest of the Salmon Lord tribe warriors also chose to retreat and abandoned the ladder directly.
Suddenly, an arrow struck Kehas in the back.
He actually stumbled, then covered his ears and howled heartbreakingly.
Because he suddenly saw, right next to him, an ear hanging from the iron cluster of an arrow, which was undoubtedly his ear.
In grief and anger, he grabbed the arrow and continued to cover his ears to escape, even forgetting the shield given by the Russians.
Kehas, what he will never forget is the iron sword he inherited.
Facing the complete collapse of the Salmon Lord tribe, Rurik's eyelids trembled.
After all, according to the agreement, anyone who retreats without authorization will die.
Rurik glanced at his father Otto, who looked solemn, with some embarrassment, and turned his head back.
No matter what Otto thought, in the middle of the war, Rurik decided to ruthlessly implement his responsibilities.
Jevro shouted as usual: "We must not retreat! The traitors must die!"
But in the face of complete collapse, Jevlo's roar was meaningless.
Rurik also had a serious look. He took the lead in raising the crossbow with great strength and ordered: "Crossbowman! Lift the bow!"
Upon seeing this, all the fleeing Salmon Lord tribe warriors were stunned, but Kehas didn't care about anything.
Kejas's face was half covered in blood, which surprised Otto. Then, Otto watched as he continued to retreat with a sharply reduced number of people.
"Get ready!" Rurik had already sounded longer, and when the well-trained crossbowman was about to pull the trigger, Otto roared, like a bear roaring through the silence of the mountain forest.
"The mercenaries withdraw from the team! Don't shoot them!"
Rurik breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he did not want to wipe out his army of servants. The mercenaries put away their crossbows. Seeing this, the surviving warriors of the Salmon Lord tribe all collapsed on the Ross as if they were relieved of their burdens. In front of the people's formation. Their embarrassed appearance simply caused many Russian soldiers to spit or insult them.
It can be said that up to now, a tough battle has ended with the failure of the Russian coalition forces. Of course, the Russians never thought so. It's just that the people of the gray squirrel tribe feel that they have won the first battle.
