But the residents of Kalmar don't just sit back and care.
A large army from the north will continue to march south. After capturing Boriholm, the next target must be Kalmar.
Refugees from the north fled to this offshore "port city". These people included fishermen from Voskasburg, and more were Gotlanders living in Borgholm.
The fugitives landed in Kalma with their belongings. Many people still felt that it was not safe enough. After purchasing some supplies, they stepped up their escape to the south.
Far from being an obstacle to their escape, the sea actually facilitated their smooth escape.
It seems that only Danish forces can provide everyone with security, but they are not Danish after all. If they enter the core area of Denmark rashly, they will be investigated and arrested.
Most of the escapees only stopped in Kalmar for a short time to resupply, and they used the more difficult Danish settlement in Kalmar called Silver Castle as a refuge because Danes and Gotland immigrants had been mixed there for a long time. Both sides spoke the same Norse language, and at first glance it was impossible to tell them apart.
However, if Silver Castle (Selvosburg) south of Kalmar also suffers a terrible blow, everyone has another way to escape, which is to go up the river and retreat to the interior of Götaland. A lake area in the area. Because the dense rivers there resembled roads, the Gotlanders who immigrated to this area named it "Road and Lake", which is Växjö.
Ten immigrant communities formed this settlement, and it was a place of choice for new immigrants from Gotland to peacefully travel to.
The refugees from the north caused great panic in Kalmar. Those Danes who usually made a lot of money from the fishing trade were standing on the cusp of the storm, and they were also having a fierce ideological struggle mentally.
Retreat to your hometown? Will so many years of hard work be ruined in one day?
Not evacuating? Want to fight the invaders?
Are the brave Danes afraid of the Svealand Alliance in the north?
More than a dozen Danish businessmen gathered together to discuss future matters. This was destined to be a quarrel-filled meeting, because the settlement was just an aggregation of a large group of merchants and fishermen. They did not have an arbiter who controlled absolute power. The meeting became After a quarrel, the two parties divided into the escape group and the decisive group broke up unhappy, and made their own decisions immediately after the meeting.
Five groups of Danish merchants, along with their families and private soldiers, chose to retreat. They took away their silver coins and most of the fish products, sold their properties and slaves at lower prices, formed a large longship team, and retreated to Silver Castle, the nearest permanent Danish stronghold.
As for the remaining eight groups of Danish merchants and most of the Gotland fishermen, their choice was to resist resolutely.
No, when Arik made rapid progress as the "pioneer officer", the remaining Kalmar personnel who were already mentally prepared were always ready!
In recent days, fishing operations offshore Kalmar have completely stopped. The male fishermen armed themselves, and most of the women withdrew their children to hide in the nearby woods.
The merchants took out their private soldiers, but the main force of these private soldiers was used to protect the mansion of the financial owner. As for fighting the enemy in the field, it was not in their plan.
Kalmar's original permanent population has exceeded 4,000, and the threat of war has forced the evacuation of at least 1,500 people!
The remaining 2,500 people include all kinds of people, at least only 500 of them are women and children.
Just because Kalmar itself is a commercial port, the people who move here wantonly do it for trade rather than settlement. A large number of so-called women are prostitutes. As for children, there are not many children who wander and beg for food, and they only know their humble origins and their uncertain future.
An "army" of nearly 2,000 people was organized. Their clothes were simple and their weapons were rudimentary. It was just that such a large group of men gathered together. The left-behind businessmen who were once worried about the future began to be conceited and even expected to The enemy from the north has a delivery.
All parties became eager for war, and the huge numbers supported the self-confidence of Kalmar men. However, it was only when they saw the approaching enemies that they began to question whether their optimism was wrong.
The war that both sides expected was inevitable. There was no communication between the two sides before the war, so the war broke out in the most direct way!
The keels of the three longships washed directly onto the sandy beach, and Karl jumped down bravely with his sword in hand.
"Karma! Your name is simply tailor-made for me, and I, Karl, are your master!" Karl muttered arrogantly, and was ready to fight against the sudden appearance of the enemy.
Kalmar was no empty city; its residents were clearly determined to fight for their wealth, which was exactly what Kalmar desired.
The one hundred landing soldiers were greeted with a special cordial greeting from the Kalmar people - arrows.
An arrow with very limited power hit Karl's wooden shield, completely detonating his fighting spirit.
However, the casualties of the landed Malaren Army have already begun!
That was a blow from the defenders' slings and spears. Although the arrows fired by the defenders' short wooden bows could only hunt wild deer, it was of little significance to attack the warriors holding chainmail, but the spears were different.
Some warriors who were not yet firmly on their feet were hit by spears thrown by enemies who suddenly came out of houses near the shore. They were no ordinary spears, but harpoons used to hunt seals and baleen whales. The three people who were hit lost the ability to fight on the spot.
Karl and his warriors quickly organized a shield wall, and the warriors in the second row also put their shields on those in front.
After forming a larger shield wall, the Mellaren warriors roared their chants and faced the enemy's crazy blows with spears and stones, advancing steadily forward to a close combat distance.
On the contrary, the more than 200 defenders near the shore could not sit still.
Just because behind this small group of landing people, there is another overwhelming fleet!
No one would have thought that the enemies described by the fugitives were actually not lying. The enemies were indeed powerful.
Maybe they just look tough. Who knows if they don't fight?
"Come on, brothers, chop these northern guys to death and take away their armor and swords!"
Someone led everyone to fight hard. They were not even afraid of fighting a baleen whale. The enthusiasm for fighting now burst out, which really made Karl feel emotional.
But it was just emotion.
"They are coming, get ready! Fight!" Karl ordered loudly when he saw this. The most elite black-clad warriors under his command stabilized their shield wall and waited for the enemy to collide.
The fishermen are poorly equipped and have to rely on the protection of the shield wall. On the battlefield on the beach, the two sets of shield walls quickly collided. In an instant, the spearheads of both sides began to poke at each other, and long-handled axes fell from the sky until the battle became a zero-distance battle between the two sides.
Karl held the steel sword of his father the king and stabbed the enemies in front crazily. Their men also wielded powerful chrome hand axes. Excellent weapons and excellent defense allowed the Malaren warriors to quickly gain the upper hand.
More and more fishermen died in the battle. Their simple wooden shields lacked defense, and their thin linen clothes basically only served to cover their shame. How do their flesh and blood bodies fight fiercely with the lander in iron armor? Even if they have more troops.
The blood of the corpses stained the sandy beach red, and Karl was leading his men slowly forward in the horrific mud of coagulated blood.
At a certain critical point, the morale of the fishermen collapsed, and they left behind at least fifty corpses and retreated hastily.
"Haha, these Kalmar people are really cowards! Brothers, disperse the team and hunt down these escaping rabbits!"
As soon as Karl's order was given, the shield wall disbanded. Just as the warriors armed with swords and axes were eager to launch a deadly pursuit, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky.
He looked at the blue sky and couldn't help but grit his teeth, because there were black shadows buzzing in the sky.
"Don't rush, this sound is the support of the Russians!"
Just offshore, five Ross ships, with a total of seven torsion slingshots, once again fired light javelins at the maximum shooting angle. Their spiral tail feathers cause them to spin wildly, accompanied by a buzzing sound.
Such arrows have no range attack capabilities, but large arrows from incredible distances can still pierce people. Such strength is enough to subvert the cognition of most Nordic people in this time and space.
Only one of the seven javelins hit the fleeing enemy's arm. The powerful force of this one hit the injured man's right arm. Blood was gushing out crazily. He ran for a while and fell down on the spot. The collapse ended everything.
"Friendly support is over. Brothers, follow me and continue!"
Karl was slow to attack again. His speed completely threw away the soldiers. Such a reckless style could not be changed. Karl just felt that the enemy was already vulnerable. He expected that attacking Kalmar would be like conquering Boriholm. It was still a fierce battle, but now, he just wanted to annihilate this group of cowards who he valued a hundred times more.
More than ninety people rushed directly to the fishermen's residential area, and they almost disappeared from the eyes of the fleet behind them.
Rurik, who was standing on the boat, was always paying attention to the battlefield. The Russian soldiers also reloaded the torque slingshot and followed Rurik's instructions when to launch it.
"Oops, that idiot Karl actually got into the residential area."
"I think there's a scam here." Otto said cautiously, frowning.
"I think so. Maybe history will repeat itself again." Rurik was indeed worried. He was not worried about Karl himself. In fact, he expected this man to die in battle.
However, if the Mellaren Army suffers a major setback in this battle, it will be bad for the entire Swedish Army and the Ross Army, at least at this juncture.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was probably a trap. Standing on the Mellaren flagship, Olegin saw that his stupid son was acting recklessly again. He was so angry that he stamped his feet and pointed his battle ax at him. His subordinates: "Please row your boat with more strength and land quickly! Hurry!"
Karl's mind went blank while he was in the middle of the situation. He got into the residential area with long houses arranged in a disorderly manner, and soon couldn't find a suitable direction for the main attack.
On the contrary, a huge number of armed men came out one after another, and fishermen with disheveled spears rushed over like crazy. Karl's position was in chaos, and his soldiers were immediately attacked.
The iron spearhead pierced the Maillaren man's chainmail. The elite black-clad warriors never imagined that they would die in such a shameful manner.
This was Kalma's strategy, to lure the landed enemies into residential areas where women and children had been evacuated. Armed fishermen were hiding in longhouses. They started doing this when they saw a large number of ships approaching. Now their tactics have been successfully implemented. Got it!
It's just that the actions of the Kalmar fishermen were a little too hasty. They didn't expect that the enemy they gathered to attack was actually the vanguard of the attacking army.
The original plan was to wait until the enemy landed in large numbers before launching an ambush. Now that the suddenness of the ambush had been lost, the crazy fishermen didn't care. It was like they had no idea about being killed or injured in battle. All they had left was The instinct to fight and kill.
A fight broke out!
Relying on his absolute bravery and the advantage of weapons, Karl assassinated and wounded at least six enemies. His wooden shield with beautiful patterns was stained with a lot of enemy blood, and his face was also stained with a lot of blood.
How could his black-clad warriors be so magically brave? A single warrior was besieged by multiple fishermen, and each harpoon was used to stab and kill him. More and more black-clad warriors died in the battle. For a time, more than 300 people who were caught in a chaotic fight were killed. When Karl came to his senses, he was shocked to find that there were not many black-clothed warriors still fighting.
"Damn, this is like a second old Ostara!"
A soldier in black admonished with grief and anger: "Prince, we must withdraw. This place is too narrow, and you will die if you continue to fight."
die? You can't get wealth if you die, and such a death would be too humiliating.
"Let's go! Then let's go quickly! Brothers!" Karl held up the bloody sword and turned his wrist: "Stop fighting, let's retreat to the beach to join the main force!"
In this way, Karl, with the support of the soldiers, smelled the smell of sea salt and ran towards the beach. When they appeared in Olegin's field of vision again, there were only more than thirty people left among the hundred soldiers.
The individual Kalma fishermen are indeed weak, and the person killed in a duel is almost certainly a fisherman. However, they unite to protect their wealth, and the fishermen have an overwhelming military advantage in local battlefields. They still don't know whether they are killing them. The enemies who had to flee were actually the elite attackers.
Only 70 of Olegin's 500 elite private troops were left. Shocked by the horrific losses, he angrily targeted the enemy.
At this moment, as the king, he had no idea of blaming his crown prince son. Even if he had the idea, he had no chance to verbally scold him, because the enemies were walking out of the hiding house one after another, with more and more people gathering, and their strength was completely unexpected.
The main force of the Melalen Army landed with its subordinate army of servants, and there were already as many as 2,000 warriors of all colors gathered on the beach.
This is not over yet, there are more than 1,400 warriors from various dukes in the rear who are about to land.
The Mellaren army, which was the first to land, began to line up spontaneously. The servant army, which was inevitably weak in combat effectiveness, also nervously gathered together and aimed their short spears at the enemies who were also rapidly increasing their troops.
Carr, covered in the blood of his enemies, panted and returned to the king's father: "I was actually ambushed by them. At least I have led their main force out now."
Karl felt that he would be scolded. Olegin kept his eyes on the enemy and said casually: "Enter the team! We are ready for a decisive battle! You are sending someone to notify the Russians and ask their archers to land as much as possible to support us."
"Is it...necessary to let them participate in the war?"
"According to the contract, don't give them the spoils immediately. Go quickly and let them join the war. Look at these enemies. If we want to win quickly, we need the support of the Russians."
It can be said that the two sides only have a tacit understanding on this matter - the decisive battle.
In ancient wars, it was really fun to decide the outcome through a decisive battle. In fact, the reason behind the decisive battle was that both sides could not afford to delay the war.
The fishermen and warriors immigrated from Gotland are the main component of the Kalmar Army, but the private soldiers of Danish merchants mixed among them are the most effective warriors.
The Kalmar army formed a shield wall and grew in strength.
The Swedish Allied Forces are exactly the same here, and with the landing of the Hjärmalen Army, Uppsala Army and Onkras Army, the number of Swedish Army and its servants standing on the beach is close to 4,000!
