It is said that a tooth for a tooth is an eye for an eye. This time, the Swea Tribal Alliance, under the new identity of the Kingdom of Sweden, in the same bay and the same battlefield, is trying to repeat what the Danish Gotlanders did. Only this time, the invaders became the invaded, and sooner or later those who came out would have to fight back. The Gotlandic port town of Beiköping, built on the burning ruins of old Ostara, was facing as many as 4,000 people. Attack by a mixed fleet of men.
In terms of size alone, the strength of the Swedish coalition is comparable to that of the Danish coalition.
The Norrkoping colonists who were targeted were smaller in population and weaker in military strength. There are some tough guys among them, but unfortunately they are not Gotlanders.
Some fishing boats began to escape, and behind them were huge numbers of sails and rushing ships. Even some people with good eyesight couldn't help but rub their eyes hard. They couldn't believe what they saw in front of them, especially the ship with the huge triangular sail behind it felt like a human thing.
It would be great if the Danish army came, then maybe Hafgen, the Danish leader, finally decided to use force against those guys in Lake Mälaren. However, the visitors exhibited various characteristics that indicated that they were not Danes.
A few smart people have rushed to the beach, pushed the boat to the bay, and took their women and children with them to move deeper into Bullough Bay and hide in the inland lake area to avoid danger. But there are also many people who are just out of their minds. They really naively think that only the Danes in the world can organize a huge army and fill the entire bay with sails. No matter how strange they look, they must be Danes.
However, Carl, who stormed the beach with great momentum, faced more than 30 people drying fishing nets on the shore and the large and small wooden houses behind them. Some of them just looked at the ants with contempt.
He drew his iron sword and shouted: "Men of Mellaren, follow me! Destroy these Gotlanders!"
After that, he was the first to jump down. He didn't care about the other party's shock and confusion, and started slashing indiscriminately. He has lost his humanity and only has the animal nature of a berserker. A large number of his men jumped from the ship, holding their battle axes high and roaring towards the unprepared residents of Norrkoping. Those who were stranded on the beach were knocked down one after another, and the remaining people fled in all directions.
All three longships washed up on the beach, and a hundred Melalen warriors launched the first round of attacks. Just behind them, a larger fleet was on its way to the beach, but it would take some time.
Finally, some Gotland men who had recovered their senses gathered spontaneously.
They no longer have time to wear leather armor or mail armor. Now they only wear light leather clothes and cloth clothes, holding bucklers and axes, and at most they wear helmets. They ran out of their wooden houses one after another, leaving the shivering woman holding her child behind, and devoted themselves to resistance, even if this resistance was very futile.
More than thirty Gotland lightly armed men rushed towards their port, and were instantly confused in the face of the swarming enemies.
Karl opened his bloody mouth, pointed his sword at the other person who suddenly appeared, and roared ferociously: "Brothers! Charge at me!"
There is no need for more nonsense. Karl's soldiers have always received favors from their master on weekdays. Now they have been looking forward to the opportunity to show their loyalty. They rushed over with their battle axes and swords raised high. These people didn't even have time to organize a shield wall. They rushed to attack, fearing that their trophies would be snatched away by others.
How could a mere thirty enemies withstand the violent collision of nearly a hundred people? What's more, most of these people are wearing chainmail and have strong bodies.
The heavy wooden shields wrapped in cowhide and edged with iron sheets of the Malaren army knocked the Gotlanders to the ground one after another, and then completed the bloody end with an ax and sword thrust.
It can be said that in the first wave of real beach battles, Karl's Malaren Army was a reckless vanguard and achieved a complete crushing victory.
Now, Karl's eyes only have the desire for gold and silver. He firmly believed that there were many treasures hidden in the Gotland fishing village called "Norrkoping" in front of him.
Yeah, who can deny that a settlement named after a trading outpost is poor.
On the other side of the battlefield, Olegin was trembling with excitement as he watched his son's victory.
The remaining people of Mellaren are also very interesting. They all know that after the death of Origen, who is very young, Karl, who is fighting at the front, will be their second king.
"Carl! Carl! Carl!"
The people on the longboat were still rowing hard, and calling "Karl" in unison became everyone's new chant.
The shouts of the Mellaren Army aroused the excitement of the troops on the shore.
Karl's face was stained with the blood of the enemy. He wiped it with his elbow, and carrying the bloody sword, he began to lead his men into the villages of Gotland and began his plundering feast.
However, a spear suddenly protruded from the wooden house and knocked down many soldiers at once.
Before he could react, a group of ambush Gotlanders suddenly arrived, including even women.
They encountered a real head-on attack when they entered the village rashly. Suddenly, more than fifty sturdy warriors wearing full chainmail armor and iron helmets with only two small holes exposed rushed over calmly.
These guys don't look like ordinary unprepared Gotlanders. There are obviously many wooden houses with excellent construction in the direction they came from.
While the soldiers of the Malaren Army were still fighting the ambushers and gradually gaining the upper hand, who could have expected that a group of berserkers who were literally covered in iron would suddenly appear?
More than a dozen of Karl's men were knocked down directly, and then were stabbed to death with spear points or had their heads chopped open with axes.
"Brothers, don't panic. Let's gather together!" Karl yelled before the battle.
He himself was indeed not very panicked, but his men had never seen such a battle in their lives!
"Sir, we are not prepared enough! They are full of iron!" A soldier shouted with grief and anger.
"Idiot! You can't retreat! You are the strongest, you can't embarrass me."
Karl wanted to resist, but his situation became more and more passive.
Just as the old guy on the ship advised Olegin, Karl's lone army went deep into the country or became the target of public criticism, but unexpectedly his words became a prophecy.
It can be said that the information is inaccurate, making the Malaren army think that Norrkoping is full of Gotland immigrants, and there are very few Danes among them.
But, how is this possible? !
Karl didn't know yet that he was encountering an elite force, even if this group of "iron guys" didn't have many troops.
There are not many here, of course, for the entire Swedish coalition, but at the moment of local fighting, the Danes and Gotlanders have more armed men than Karl.
Karl had to shrink his troops. He had lost 30% of his troops. Although he caused several "iron guys" casualties, in the end he suffered the greatest loss.
More than sixty Melalen warriors formed a circle, using staggered round shields as a protective barrier, and slowly retreated towards the beach.
Karl's sword was still bleeding, but his shield had been punched with many holes by the enemy's axe. This was the second time in his life that he was in such a mess today. The last time was when he competed with Ross's Arik, and this time his life might be in danger.
When Karl landed, his men were all armed with short weapons, and they also performed the job of "horse running".
However, what they encountered was a true Viking heavy infantry. The long-handled battle axes dropped from the sky by the Danes continued to crack the heads of the Malaren army. Karl's retreat was full of bloody sorrow.
Just when everyone clearly saw the coast in extreme difficulty, their morale suddenly collapsed when they saw a steady stream of approaching longships.
There were only more than thirty of Carl's men left alive, and they took Carl and ran away.
Those "iron guys" pursued them vigorously at first, but when they saw the overwhelming number of ships, they were stunned for a moment and even subconsciously took a few steps back. After all, they had no intention of escaping.
"What's going on?! Have they been driven out?" Olegin, who was standing at the bow of the ship, squinted his eyes and saw clearly his son's embarrassed appearance.
The Russian fleet had been closely following the Mellaren people, and Rurik and Otto could clearly see Karl's embarrassed appearance. Even the sudden appearance of a group of armed men with dark metallic colors all over their bodies were seen by everyone.
Otto, with his warrior's keenness, sensed something was wrong. He slapped Rurik's back hard, a little harder because he was nervous.
"Dad! What are you doing?"
"How about? Find a way to fire a few javelins to support? Look, those Melalen people are frightened by the enemy."
Rurik, who was already on high alert, was stunned for a moment. Based on his intuitive judgment, the current position of the Avora was about 200 meters away from the waterline of the beach. At this distance, the ship should consider anchoring.
Rurik tried to think calmly: "Look, the Mellaren people are rushing to the beach with all their strength. And over there, there are ships chasing their escapees. Dad, the agreement said that we should not intervene."
"Bah! At this point, if we really stand by and do nothing, we have tarnished our status as warriors. Boy, do you think your javelin can hit the beach?"
Otto's face became extremely ferocious, and Rurik was startled. The wrinkles on this old face simply screamed "I am eager to fight."
Whatever! These torsion slingshots have been tested. They fire crossbow javelins at the maximum elevation angle, or simply glass bullets. It is no problem to intervene in a battle more than 200 meters away, but the dispersion problem may be a bit troublesome.
Rurik gritted his teeth and immediately faced the envious and uncomfortable Yevro on the boat (in fact, everyone wanted to go ashore to fight): "Install the javelin! Maximum angle!"
Soon, the Avora adjusted its sides to face the enemy. The three torsion slingshots on one side were all set to a maximum shooting angle of 45° based on their designed angle adjustment mechanisms.
Yevluo roared in excitement: "Sir! Get ready!"
For a moment, Rurik didn't know that the line was wrong, and he shouted "Agon". Of course, the Russian people present could not understand this word to describe "smoke from firewood" that only Novgorodians understood.
He saw Jevro looking at him stupidly, and hurriedly yelled "hjuta" in Norse.
The three torsion slingshots responded to the order and launched the javelins, leaving only the buzzing sound in the world.
Relying on friendly forces who were about to wash up on the beach, Karl and his embarrassed men finally stabilized on the bloody beach.
Unexpectedly, a whistling sound suddenly came from the air! People with excellent eyesight can see three lines moving rapidly in the sky, and the strange sounds come from them!
That's a special javelin fired by the Russians! They are actually large arrows with a slender pine shaft and a hardened wrought iron tapered spearhead. Its tail is made of two pieces of feathers bonded together. The feathers are deliberately slightly tilted to the central axis, giving the javelin crazy rotation in flight. The whooshing sound comes from the feathers' constant beating of the air.
Although this reduces its flight distance a bit, it actually ensures stability and wind resistance.
The so-called javelin weighed only one pound, and the Russians' torsion slingshot could launch this light weapon up to three hundred meters away. It is indeed light, that is, it is blessed with gravitational potential energy, and its strength is enough to hit enemies wearing cowhide armor.
Three crossbow arrows were suddenly inserted into the sand on the beach. They suddenly appeared with a strong whirring sound, giving those "iron guys" who didn't know what to do, a great fright.
After a moment, as many as five more javelins flew over!
They came from other Russian ships. Rurik's order had been passed to all the ships through the shouts of the brothers. The only torsion slingshot on the ship immediately fired at the coast in a deterrent manner, or in other words, aimed at the approximate target.
This time the Russians' fire intervention was successful, and a magical javelin focused on a bewildered guy without any bias. The cone-shaped spearhead hit the chainmail of an "iron guy" at an extremely fast speed at a large angle. The spearhead penetrated directly into the body and smashed it with great force, just like a big tree. Collapse!
Karl's bloodshot eyes widened as he saw the "large arrows" dropped by the divine soldiers from the sky and successfully killed the enemy.
At this point, no one among the "Iron Guys" was in a daze anymore. They left behind their dead companions and led all the Gotland armed men who had recovered their consciousness to retreat.
Is it really the Russian firepower intervention that was so successful?
Perhaps there is a reason for this. As a warrior, the greatest sorrow and fear may come from the inexplicable and meaningless deaths of yourself and your companions. An "iron guy" with blood dripping from his ax died. No matter how brave he was, his life was harvested in such an inexplicable way.
On the other hand, the Russians, although they did not know whose arrow killed the enemy, some people with extremely sharp eyes and completely farsightedness were shouting about this achievement. In an instant, all the Russian ships were cheering.
Otto's old eyes were a little dim, but the brothers were all cheering for the twisting slingshot to kill the enemy at an extremely long distance.
Shocked by the incredible victory, he suddenly lifted Rurik up and then put it down again.
To be honest, Rurik also felt that his own troops' luck was incredible.
Of course, luck is also a type of strength.
"Dad, look!" The excited Rurik pointed his little finger at the battlefield: "They finally started to land in full force."
The satisfied Otto calmed down slightly: "Let your men stop."
"No more support?"
"Nonsense!" Otto said with a smile: "Your arrows will accidentally kill the Malaren people, which is not good. The enemy looks very strong, so let the Malaren people fight and let them die. We Watching the battle here. Haha, if they complain that we stood idly by, I will say that we shot the enemy. If they say that we broke the contract and entered the war, I will say that we did not land."
Rurik thought for a while: "That's true. If they break the contract like this, they are not worthy of being king. Although I am a little worried about King Olegin's contract spirit."
"It doesn't matter whether you're worried or not." Otto patted his son on the shoulder: "I want to take a rest. Let the brothers rest! After a while they finish fighting, let's put down the boat and go ashore to take a look, let's go and ask for what's ours Silver coins." After saying that, Otto retreated to the "captain's lounge" in the forecastle of his ship.
Rurik was still on the bow deck. He wanted to talk to his fellow men of the same age. However, Carlotta, Fisk, Kanuf, and even the Kovin man Terravis were all confused by what had just happened. The increasingly chaotic battlefield on the shore was so shocking that I felt chills all over.
Especially Carlotta, who was sitting sideways on the deck holding the railing of the ship, her eyes widened as if she had lost her soul. She thought of the destruction of Ostara again, but this time, the Avengers dealt a more brutal blow to these former invaders who occupied the magpie's nest...
