A magical scene occurred on the battlefield on the glacier. More than 200 people began to chase more than 600 people.
During this period, a large number of Covin people who fled were killed from behind. The deceased no longer had to be ashamed of the scars on their backs, because they were already dead!
The rest of the battle looks pointless. Will Rurik show mercy? No! Immersed in the battlefield, Rurik's heart also fell into collective madness along with his tribesmen.
Here, everyone is a Berserker!
Even the servants of the Lord of Salmon were included. Even though those being chased were members of the same large group as "Kewen", the leader Kaihas felt that since they were desperately shooting arrows at his own people, they were pure opponents.
Besides, now is the time to show loyalty to the Russians and fight bravely to defeat the Russians as a "favour".
Rurik saw that even the servants were following the two hundred leather-armored berserkers and attacking fiercely. Why should he show mercy?
He gave orders to Jevro: "Take your crossbow and shoot as many fugitives as you can. Kill all enemies who are wounded and lying on the ground, and show mercy."
In a sense, there was a real element of mercy in Rurik's order.
And this so-called mercy is to make the enemy's injured no longer suffer pain and get a happy death by finishing the blow.
After Yevro led a group of crossbowmen to complete a round of inaccurate long-distance shooting on the spot, Rurik suddenly thought of something.
"Jevlo!"
"Alas!" Jevlo, who was winding up the pulley rope, responded calmly.
"When the enemy runs too far, leave the pursuit to others."
"us……"
Rurik immediately pointed to the enemy corpses on the ground: "Cut off their heads. If you encounter those who are dying, show mercy and then chop off their heads."
"This..." Suddenly, Yevluo felt that his master had become strange. "why is that."
Rurik also had a cold face: "After this battle, we will continue to attack Gray Squirrel Hill Castle. We need new slaves, we don't have to kill them. You go and collect the enemy's heads, I think Those people will choose to lay down their weapons when they see so many heads.”
"Master, are you asking them to surrender?" Jevro asked in surprise.
"Exactly. I will convince the big leader that if they are willing to surrender and become slaves, everyone's lives can be saved."
Javlo asked casually: "What if they refuse?"
"Those who cannot be used by me. Kill them!"
Yevluo nodded. Although he felt something was wrong, he still sighed: "You really look like a leader." After that, Yevluo looked at the Ross army that was counterattacking frantically, and watched them wantonly kill the lone enemy. From behind, he led the crowd to raise the crossbow: "Raise it up! Shoot!"
The enemy had fled further, and a group of people even scrambled to climb onto their reindeer sleighs, eager to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Morale collapsed, the retreat turned into a rout, and it seemed that as long as the reindeer sleigh was under control, escape would become easier.
Those well-trained reindeer did not panic because of the human war. Instead, they were the ones who escaped first. They used whips to beat the deer wildly, and some sleds ran rampant, causing the relatively orderly deer herd to change. Got confused.
Of course, the Russians seized the opportunity of chaos and pursued them relentlessly. Fifty warriors were already chasing them all the way to the Kovin people's sled group.
Even so, a group of Covin people who had no time to escape lay on the snow, with horrific wounds bleeding trickling down their backs.
At this point, some Russians finally stopped fighting.
The Russians began to pull the reindeer's reins and discuss this great victory with their companions. The seizure of a large number of reindeer sleighs has aroused the idea of controlling them in many people.
Only three reindeer sleighs carried a mere 20 people to escape from the battlefield. Behind this small group of Kovin escapees, stood the fierce image of the Russians with blood-stained armor and wet beards, as well as those who had become Yin. Rainbow ice surface.
A large number of corpses were lying strewn across the glacier, and the wounded who were still squirming were assassinated by the Russians.
Is the battle over?
Otto was carrying a bloody steel sword. He stood on a reindeer sleigh, surrounded by his warriors.
"Otto! Otto! Otto..."
Everyone shouted Otto's name with their mouths open, as if worshiping the great god Odin.
Rurik, his small figure strolls on the battlefield. Having seen the dripping blood, he would no longer be frightened by this horrific scene.
Is fighting scary?
Of course it's scary!
Although Rurik originally hoped to use a more peaceful method to force his opponents to surrender. Obviously, his father and his clan members wanted to attack simply and crudely. This idea was very simple and very efficient.
Just like this battle, it was obviously a decisive battle with unprecedented military strength. The Russians themselves actually managed to kill no one and only a few people were injured, thanks to the excellent armor.
Of course, some people in the Russian army died in the battle, and they were just servants of the Salmon Lord tribe.
Not far away, my father was being cheered by warriors.
Rurik took a few glances at the crowd over there, and saw the mercenaries staring coldly at his mercenaries, watching them crouch down and chop off the enemy's heads.
Several small sleds had accumulated some globules, and it was self-evident what they were.
At this moment, Jevro, who looked solemn, wiped his bloody hands and approached Rurik.
"Master, we want to collect all the heads? Maybe the mountain god and river god will be angry about it."
Rurik heard it was ridiculous, but after thinking about it, he realized that Jevlo himself was a Finn.
"How can you see it?"
"Because." Yevro paused, "Their souls are no longer complete, and they cannot return to their spiritual ancestors."
"Lingzu? What is that?"
"It's like...an ocean. It's the sea of souls, the destination of the dead Fen people. If you order their heads to be chopped off, they will..."
"Their incomplete souls are just wandering in this world?" Rurik shook his head. He thought Jevro's words were ridiculous, "Then continue to chop! We are Russians, and I am a person blessed by our god. If the gods of the Fens are angry, then come! If the spirits of the dead are angry, then come."
"Since you insist..." Jevro said no more. Although he felt it was inappropriate, he continued to hold the axe, causing the heads of the enemies who died in the battle to remain missing.
Of course, Jevro knew that the Finns and the Kovin people had a very close relationship, and the languages of both sides were indistinguishable from each other. They were almost completely wiped out, proving the absolute strength of the Russians. This power was the first time Yevluo had seen it in his life.
Soon, Rurik's mercenaries had collected more than 500 heads, and their actions were finally noticed by Otto, who led the crowd to clean the battlefield.
At first, Otto thought it was Rurik's mercenaries spontaneously venting their anger. It was not until he asked Jevro for details that he realized Rurik's crazy determination.
Otto's face suddenly darkened. He led a dozen people angrily towards his son, and then grabbed Rurik's neck as if to break it.
"Are you crazy? Rurik, why did you give such an order! They have already died in the battle, do you really want to vent your anger?"
Rurik was shocked at first, but then his panicked expression quickly turned calm.
Otto was also shocked by this.
"Tell me, what do you want?!" After saying that, Otto let go of his hand.
Rurik, who was suddenly attacked and had a very painful neck, pointed to the Gray Squirrel Hill Fortress that had not yet been breached and said without blinking: "Our battle is not over yet. We must capture that hill fort."
"Of course! I am returning with my brothers. We must knock down the mountain fortress before nightfall."
"I think so too. This time, I thought of a plan."
"Oh?" Otto calmed down a little, and the determined look in his son's eyes probably wasn't a lie. "What's your plan?"
Rurik then pointed at the enemy's head that had turned gray, "I don't believe that the enemy still has the courage to continue to hold on. They must be frightened. They must know that all the reinforcements they were expecting have been wiped out by us. I want them to open the city gate in person. The living kneel before us and beg us to spare their lives.”
"Like forgiving those guys?" Otto pointed to the Salmon Lord tribe of servants.
"Of course!" Rurik's attitude was still tough: "We pile up these heads or throw them directly into their walls. Yes! Throw all the heads over."
"Then they are willing to be our slaves?"
"They will definitely do it. We should order them that the severed head is the result of stubborn resistance, and we should also tell them that surrendering will guarantee their lives."
Otto found it a bit interesting. After all, his men were also very tired. If they continued to attack forcefully, they would suffer new casualties.
Otto still asked deliberately: "What if they resist?"
"Kill!" Rurik said one word directly, and his determined eyes showed his decisive attitude.
"Ah~" Otto was both happy and emotional: "Any young man can always grow up after a battle. Rurik, you have grown up. Now let's go! You can try and force them to surrender."
A large group of Russians in blood-stained clothes, carrying their large round shields and carrying their own steel swords or large axes, swaggered towards the previous battlefield.
Behind them, the servants of the Salmon Lord believed that because they participated in the coordinated battle, they had gained military exploits for the Ross people, and the promise of the Ross leader should be implemented immediately.
Kejas was in high spirits because Otto agreed with Rurik's decision, the decisive battle was won, and his people were freed.
The men of the Lord of Salmon immediately considered themselves the victors. They were required to control all the reindeer sleighs left by Coven's reinforcements and marched back to the battlefield outside the mountain fort.
The victors met up with a small group of stranded people and learned that the enemy had not taken advantage of the confusion to jump over the wall and escape.
Otto frowned and murmured in his mind: "You obviously have a chance to escape, why are you just sitting in your mountain fortress waiting for death?"
In a sense, the last defenders of Gray Squirrel Hill Castle were just sitting back and waiting to be killed.
There are practical reasons for this!
All those brave warriors were killed by the Russians, and some others were injured by arrows. To make matters worse, the gray squirrel tribe was already short of arrows, and the Rus fired special short arrows. They could not understand what kind of bow could shoot such arrows.
The battle has lasted for three days, and it is already evening. If the winner is not decided today, the victory will be decided tomorrow.
The gray squirrel tribe lost most of its men and even many women. Those who survived huddled around the tribe's shaman, praying that reinforcements would finally arrive to defeat the invaders. It stands to reason that they have the ability to escape when the opportunity arises, but no one does so.
Because this is their home. For them, home can be given up, provided that the tribesmen work together to explore a new settlement to settle down.
A group of wounded people needed care, and women and children who were on the verge of mental breakdown were also at a loss.
The leader Mechasta waited until his tribe was on the verge of collapse. The Varangians continued to hit the city gate, and a large wall collapsed. The appearance of reinforcements is like the haze of a snowstorm disappearing and the sun spreading its summer sunshine.
Really looking forward to the stars and the moon for reinforcements! Mechasta also followed the tribesmen to pray for a complete victory with reinforcements. The battle cries gradually dimmed. As a large group of people came in force, Mechasta, who had basically understood it, suddenly relaxed and Paralyzed on the city wall.
His son Tyravis rushed to his father and tried his best to help Mechasta, who was in a daze, up.
Today, only twelve archers dared to stand on the wall. They all hunched their bodies for fear of being shot by a sudden iron-clustered short arrow like their own kind. But as men's sense of responsibility, they decided to follow the leader and stay in the most dangerous place to fight to the death.
At this moment, the Rus people formed a shield wall under the leadership of Otto. Everyone beat their shields with a strong rhythm and shouted the exact same slogan at the same time.
Such momentum completed the powerful mental pressure on the gray squirrel tribe that was on the verge of collapse.
Otto's move was to build momentum for his son, because he could not guarantee that his son approaching the city wall would not be attacked by the enemy's cold arrows.
A pair of blood-stained chain mail was forcibly draped on Rurik's body, and the lowermost armor ring had reached Rurik's knees.
Rurik's current clothes were a bit nondescript, and the weight of the chainmail made him very uncomfortable. After all, he had gained further defense.
Next, Rurik took a solid step with the special warriors under his command.
More than forty people broke away from the dense formation of the Russians.
Among them, the mercenaries led by Jevro all held loaded crossbows, waiting for opportunities to kill all enemies who tried to fight back.
The remaining twenty men followed, dragging sleds filled with the heads of the enemy's dead.
Rurik felt a little nervous. If the enemy suddenly showed up with a sharpshooter and fired iron cluster arrows, he would be seriously injured.
It made sense to take the risk at this point, because Rurik felt like he was the obvious capitulator.
Many people on the wall just stretched out their eyes, including Mechasta and his son. No one knew what these intruders wanted to do.
"Brothers, don't be impulsive. They don't seem to want to fight." Mechasta restrained several of his soldiers who were bucking strings.
Rurik finally stood up from behind the crossbowman, and his small figure instantly shocked the equally young Terravis.
"It's actually him?!"
"You... do you know this child?" Mechasta asked, and then completely denied: "How is it possible! That looks like a Varyag child."
"I knew him. I should have shot him. It seemed like that kid was a leader."
"You missed your chance and it's too late to say anything now."
"No! There is still a chance." After saying that, Telavis held the bow and picked up the last iron cluster arrow in his right hand: "Only arrows like this can penetrate their iron chain armor."
But Tyravis's hand holding the arrow was held down by his father.
"Dad, you..."
"Don't provoke them," Mechasta whispered, "We continue to observe. You can only shoot arrows if I let you."
The two were whispering, and suddenly they heard understandable language spoken in a childish voice.
Rurik raised his chest, stood only about thirty meters away from the city wall, and shouted: "You! Stop resisting! All your reinforcements are dead! Now you stop resisting and become our slaves, and you will be able to continue to survive." Otherwise, this is what will happen!”
Stop resisting? Be a slave? ! Are all the reinforcements dead? !
Mechasta knew that his people would not be able to hold on, and he also did not believe in the enemy's promises.
Suddenly, a large number of strange things were thrown across the wall, and some of them landed on the scaffolding of the city wall, where they were picked up by people waiting for an opportunity to fight back.
Mechasta ordered his son to bring the furry thing over, even though he had a very strong premonition about it.
Taravis picked it up boldly first, and then saw the hideous face of the deceased. He immediately took off his hand and collapsed to the ground. With a pale face, he pointed at the rotating head, "What... what is this? A person who died in battle?"
At this moment, more and more heads of war dead were thrown in, and the number was staggering.
