The people of Baisha Port did not want a decisive battle with the guys from the north, but if the enemy came to attack, they would not hesitate to fight.
Three men wearing helmets and chainmail stood on the low earth wall, looking at the approaching army with mixed emotions.
"Sure enough, they are from Russia. What a hell." The leader Karl's forehead was full of veins, and his gray beard was also trembling due to trembling.
"Are you afraid?" When leader Walmont asked, he was also worried.
"How can I be afraid of them? Now it's time to fight them!"
"But, it looks like they have more troops."
"Yes." Karl gritted his teeth, "There are many of them, so they may not be strong."
"You're right." Leader Ruraf, who was also very worried, knew that he no longer had the power to refuse to fight. "Brothers, only the three of our families can defeat these enemies by uniting. Damn it, who would have thought that they would Attacked from behind.”
"Had we known this, we should have strengthened the defenses on the east side."
"Stop talking. Karl, rectify your people, and we will all go out to fight." After saying that, leader Ruraf took the lead in jumping off the earth wall.
Three leaders, three families, all men and women know that they have reached the moment of life and death.
They cannot hesitate, and they have no right to hesitate.
The three families support a group of private soldiers, and a large number of fishermen live together as a family. On the sea, they are both fishermen and pirates. Baisha Port is their home port and a place to store their belongings. You know, if a person can escape in a small boat, how can he take away all his accumulated wealth in an instant?
A group of enemies came. They were very neatly dressed and marched in an impressive order.
However, the battle did not start. Who knows whether they are strong on the outside but weak on the inside?
The people of Baisha Port did not make a second plan. The leaders ordered to go to war. The nine hundred men who were always preparing for the invasion of the northerners took up arms at this moment. They drove the sheep back to the pen, distributed weapons for self-protection to the women, and then left the low wall.
A group of people dressed in different colors jumped down from the low earth wall with their colorfully painted shields. Some were clearly wielding axes or swords. Their weapons and helmets reflected a distinct metallic color in the sunlight.
Rurik had already gotten off the reindeer cart, and his soldiers were also actively taking off the armor from the cart and putting it on quickly.
He squinted his eyes and put his hands on his eyebrows to block the glare of the sun.
Harozolson stood next to Rurik, pointing his sword forward rebelliously: "It looks like those guys are provoking. What do you think? Let the Mellarens test it out first."
Rurik fell silent for a moment, and saw more enemies coming forward: "I think we shouldn't be impulsive."
"Are you worried about them? As for that?"
"It's better to be cautious. Even if the Mellarens are just mercenaries, they still don't want to die fearlessly. They have other tasks."
"Your plan is..."
Rurik raised his head and looked up at Harozolson's beard: "Let all the warriors of the Second Flag of the Warriors put their armor on the ship and arrange the array. No attack is allowed without my order."
Having said that, he called Mechasta and Kehas from Covin and gave them the task of archery.
Rurik's elite mercenaries and the sailors who got off the ship, their main task is to operate the ten-seat torque slingshot. Together with other shooters, they must first give the enemy a long-range strike.
It is best if there is a major flaw in the enemy's line, so that hundreds of desperadoes like the Mellaren mercenaries can be sent to kill them.
The troops immediately began preparations, and in the eyes of the soldiers at White Sands Harbor, the invading Russians stopped.
No! The Russians only held on temporarily, and soon they continued to approach the earth wall at a slow pace and very neatly.
Isn't fighting just a larger-scale group fight?
Nervous men in Baisha Port ranged from teenage boys to fifty-year-old men. Their whole families went into battle, and there were even female warriors disguised as men. They put on helmets and armor, and it was extremely difficult to distinguish their gender.
They spontaneously formed a shield wall. The shields of the first row of soldiers were stacked on top of each other. More than 900 people formed a dense long formation about 150 meters wide, intending to fight the enemy while waiting for work.
There were still some people standing on the earth wall, a group of boys and a few bow holders. The child developed a good sling skill while tending sheep, and the bow wielder was good at hunting birds with a short oak bow.
This is the "long-range force" of the Baisha Port soldiers, and their existence is nothing short of child's play.
The Ross army had reorganized its forces, and the team was advancing steadily on the white sandy beach with sparse grass. Artemisia and thatch were just boring obstacles. Rurik was still standing at the front of the team, with a group of blue and white people behind him. Elite Rus warriors.
The flag of the regiment held high by the flag bearer is to announce to the enemy that one is a Russian.
The white sails are sewn or printed with cross blue stripes. Only the Rus can do this. Other tribes or families will use more complex patterns to describe themselves. The pictures of the Rus are really simple in this regard. Simplicity also has its own advantages, so that even the simplest person can instantly identify a Russian.
The uniformed Russian army is like a moving glacier, and the army is unstoppable!
The people of Baisha Port were originally quite confident. As the distance between the two armies gradually came closer, that confidence was rapidly fading. They began to think of the horror of being robbed by Russian ships while fishing at sea.
Maybe a showdown isn't such a good idea!
The three leaders, Karl, Walmont and Roulaf, all retreated in their hearts, because no one was the first to threaten to escape due to honor. At least there is a chance to escape. Although many of our ships have been lost in the conflicts in the past two or three years, the remaining ships are enough for the nobles to flee in an emergency.
The distance between the two sides got closer and closer, until Rurik felt that it was almost 200 meters.
He hurriedly ordered: "Archers, slingshots! Get to the front of the formation! The Malaren people, divide into two parts, stand on both sides of the Ross flag team!"
Soon, a group of shooting troops stood up in front of Rurik. The soldiers behind him also visually inspected the enemy's formation, and they also arranged a denser formation nearly 150 meters wide. Only the strength here There are as many as 1,200 people!
The elite mercenaries were armed with steel-armed crossbows. The sailors who disembarked were responsible for pushing two-wheeled carts equipped with torsion slingshots (during transportation, they were all pulled by reindeer carts). The Corvin warriors were armed with longbows and wooden crossbows, bow arrows and projectiles. All are ready.
How to judge the distance of the enemy?
Rurik stretched out his right hand, pointed his thumb at the enemy array, and estimated the appropriate distance.
He walked slowly, his warriors on high alert, and the large team maintained basic order until the archers came within range.
"Stop it now!"
The Ross army gradually stopped, and the people who passed by also returned to the team, intending to fight with the enemy.
Rurik had no other thoughts. He simply walked into his shooting unit and personally ordered: "Lock the bow! Release the arrow!"
Boys like Kanuf and Fisk raised their steel-arm crossbows at a large angle, and the circlips were stuck with ordinary bow arrows. This was not in line with the shooting of the weapons. Since actual combat has proven The short steel-arm crossbow can forcefully shoot long and light arrows, so just shoot it. Anyway, the spiral feather design of the arrow has a strong ability to correct deflection.
In the first round of volley, nearly two hundred arrows rushed towards the formation of Baisha Port soldiers with a whirring sound caused by swirling feathers.
There's a whole bunch of weird stuff coming! That was a blow from the sky!
Gravity gives arrows great power. Although their damage to armored men is limited, most of the Baisha Port soldiers only wear cloth clothes, or wear an extra layer of cowhide or sheepskin.
Many people were hit by arrows, and they immediately fell down and howled in pain. Others were shot through the neck on the spot, their blood vessels cut off by intentionally made broad-bladed arrow clusters, and they died quickly with painful gurgling sounds.
The shocked people began to raise their shields of different sizes, and then the Russians struck a new and more deadly blow.
Rurik's right hand suddenly fell, and ten torque slingshots were launched at the same time!
The war has reached this point and there is nothing left to hide. The army does not engage in naval battles, but plans to seize land rights and seize the enemy's ports. So the cone-headed cast-iron bullets specially designed for destroying ships now have the task of drilling through them. The enemy's shield and body.
The projectile body had tilted dents when it was cast, and the ten projectiles rotated in a relatively flat parabola to hit the enemy about 130 meters away.
This distance can be said to be very close, but it can also be said to be far away. Any long-range weapons that are so far away from the residents of Baisha Port are powerless.
The projectile smashed through the shield, causing sawdust to fly across the front row of soldiers, and the projectile penetrated deeply into the body of the soldier, and the one who was hit immediately fell to the ground and died.
Someone was also hit in the head. The head, which was protected by iron sheets and mail armor, was now directly embedded in the iron block, and he died on the spot.
The soldiers of Baisha Port suffered a sudden blow, and as many as fifty of them immediately lost the ability to fight. Although some others were slightly injured, they were no longer strong enough to continue fighting.
Their minds went blank, and the three leaders were shocked. Just when this group of people were confused, the second round of attacks from the Russians came again!
The Kovin longbowmen are already veterans on the battlefield, and Mechasta just wants to show other Kovin people that although his Iron Squirrel tribe is small in number, each of the warriors is a powerful elite.
Thirty longbows fired arrows at intervals of about ten seconds, and the speed of the crossbow was much slower. As for the torque slingshots, they have become free fire.
The Russians' long-range firepower is no longer a wave attack, but seems to be a chaotic style of play.
Rurik didn't want to say anything. He was happy to see his army unleashing non-stop firepower.
A large number of arrows fell from the sky, and cast iron projectiles easily harvested lives. The former can also be resisted with a shield (light arrows have poor penetration). As for the latter, it seems that the best defense is the body of a comrade.
The attack by the Russian army continued, and the longbowmen had to frequently pull high-pound longbows, and the pain in their arms gradually became apparent.
The crossbow was still powerful, but the arms of the warriors who were striding to wind it quickly lost their absolute strength and had to take turns using the winch to wind it.
The only efficient one is the torsion slingshot. Since the launch angle is fixed, only two people need to keep turning the wooden winch. When the saw is suitable, the third person can load the projectile and then pull out the fixed latch to launch it.
"You... are gradually running out of energy? This can't be done!"
Rurik carefully prepared some more arrows for this battle. At worst, he would be hit cleanly by all the arrows. Obviously, his men lacked the physical strength in this area.
The archers have fired as many as 4,000 arrows and more than a hundred cast-iron bullets. Among them, the longbowmen's performance was extremely crazy, at the cost of showing their exhaustion.
But the enemy, they didn't collapse? !
Rurik looked not far away and murmured: "You are indeed a strong enemy, how can you be so disciplined? Fortunately, I didn't let the Melalen people rush wildly. Are you okay now? You should be unable to hold on any longer! "
So, what is the situation of the soldiers in Baisha Port?
This "army" of 900 people has suffered as many as 400 casualties! Two hundred of them had been killed or seriously injured, and the remaining injured endured the pain of their wounds and gritted their teeth and continued to persevere.
Karl, one of the three leaders, was on the front line, but his neck was broken by a Russian cast-iron bullet not long after the battle started! Even though he protected his face with a shield, the strong impact still broke his cervical spine.
Although the other leader, Ruraf, was protected by warriors, several long tapered swords designed to withstand chain mail pierced his torso. At first he could still stand strong, but then the continuous torture of internal bleeding finally defeated the warrior.
The only leader, Walmont, was left. He had no time to howl in grief and anger, and no time to be afraid. He held his shield and stood firm with his warriors.
It can be said that this group of people are just fighting stupidly and are just here to be beaten. They were not stupid, they were just faced with unprecedented fighting methods and witnessed incredible casualties. Their morale continued to decline and seemed to be on the verge of collapse. As for why the army did not flee in all directions, it was not only because many people were so frightened that they forgot to escape, but also There are many people whose warrior beliefs drive their strong bodies and cannot escape for their lives under the sun or the gaze of God. If you want to die, then die on the battlefield!
Maybe if we keep shooting, all the enemies in Baisha Port will be shot alive.
The elite Rus warriors simply became spectators, and the battle seemed to be a gorgeous show for the defeated Covins, who were servants of the Duke.
Harold Zuosen was very pleased that his son Knuf, at least, was not merciful at all when it came to archery against the enemy.
It seems that there is no point in continuing to shoot arrows.
"That's it! Shooter! Rest! Slingshot! Rest!"
Rurik shouted as simple words as possible to restrain his men's offensive.
In this way, like the soldiers of Baisha Port who were constantly hit by deadly hail, they could finally come to their senses and look at their battered front line and the tragic situation of their brothers around them. Their bloodshot eyes almost exploded. .
In the chaos, Walmont didn't know that his two old friends were dead. He called out the corresponding names and received terrible news from the soldiers of the neighboring families.
escape!
This thought stimulated Walmont's mind. Look at this messy front line. As long as the Russians continue to shoot arrows, everyone standing here will be a living target. It won't be until evening that everyone will be dead!
The Russians don't shoot arrows now, it must be because they are a little tired. After they have a rest, it won't be...
Then lead the remaining mercenaries to rush in and fight?
Maybe this is the only way! At least now is a rare window period.
Walmon held his iron sword in his hand and called with all his strength: "Brothers! Their arrows are gone! Follow me and charge! Even if you die in battle, you will die as a warrior! Let us go to Valhalla and continue fighting in Ragnarok. …”
He roared loudly and heart-breakingly, but there were only a few followers.
Everyone was frightened by the unprecedented arrow strikes, as if they were birds about to be shot. They were so powerless and their death was meaningless.
Walmont walked more than ten steps. He was ready to die in battle, but his men were stunned.
He stomped his feet in grief and anger: "You! You idiots... are you really obedient slaves?! Where are my soldiers? I gave you money and food, but you are in a daze?!"
He continued to yell and curse, hoping that more people would follow him and die like a warrior.
Rurik had obviously seen the opponent's stunned formation making positive movements, so he stepped up his orders to Herriger: "You people from Mälaren must not linger! They are going to attack! Now rush over!" "
Herriger is not young anymore. He has now obtained the authorization from the Russians to plunder. Although he is a mercenary, he can rush over and kill, capture slaves, cattle and sheep, and hand them over to the leader of the Russians for money. . As for the general property grabbed, especially clothes, iron weapons, etc., they are all their own.
The Mellaren people on both wings were all wearing simple brown linen clothes. The overall roughness of the clothes was really not good clothing.
However, everyone was almost in a state of abject poverty before they joined the Russian army. They expected to be rich and wealthy instantly during this battle, with decent outfits and reliable tools and weapons.
These Melalen mercenaries, who were considered inferior by Olegin, are now showing courage that cannot be underestimated.
Nearly six hundred men in khaki-colored clothes held their shields and weapons high. They didn't talk about any battle formations, and they charged toward the enemy like a group of wild beasts.
At this point, the Baisha Port military formation was in a daze, and the surviving soldiers finally began to collapse. It seemed that the remaining battle was meaningless, and the headless flight quietly began...
