A group of earth-toned madmen, holding axes and spears, rushed towards the broken front line of the Baisha Port Army.
Although the morale of the Baisha Port Army had collapsed, their opponents charged too fast. Those soldiers who wanted to escape but did not have time had to stand beside their friends who were hit by arrows and howled, and took up weapons to resist desperately.
Resistance is just the instinct of not wanting to die, and the brutal and unorganized fighting is fully launched.
The spearhead pierced the body, the ax cut off an arm, and even the oak shield was split into two sections.
The soldiers of Baisha Port were at a loss under the rain of arrows. They wanted to change something, but they saw that the Russian military formation was so tight. No one started to lead the brothers to charge and counterattack, so they had to stand here and be beaten passively.
Now, the aggrieved people finally have a chance to fight back.
The Maylaren mercenaries, who were poorly dressed and didn't even have leather armor, began to suffer losses.
They marched for nearly ten kilometers, and their legs were exhausted. They took a short rest while the crossbowmen were shooting arrows.
They were not full of energy, but deep into the battlefield, they fell into utter chaos and close combat.
Flag captain Herriger still knows the principle of victory when the brave meet on a narrow road.
"Melarenites! Protect our flag and don't let the enemy take it away! Kill the Gotlanders as much as possible, even those who fall to the ground and vomit blood."
He needs to use a victory to prove his strength to the Ross people. They do not represent the Melalen tribe, but only represent themselves and prove their worth with victory. A resounding victory, holding the enemy's head in hand, is a pledge to join Ross.
Extremely young warriors of Melalen, they may only be fourteen years old. They walked for a long time and died suddenly on this battlefield.
There are also people who are extremely brave and kill multiple enemies in succession, and are finally killed by a thrown harpoon.
Only people like Heligel were the leaders of private soldiers when they were young, but now that they are older, they do not fight with brute force, but use skilled swordsmanship to kill enemies.
A few elites could not change the overall mediocrity. Gradually, the soldiers of Baisha Port realized that this group of "pirates" who came to kill were somewhat different from the Russians they had encountered before.
The leader Walmont, whose face was covered in blood, had five Melalen warriors die under his sword.
He wiped the blood from his face and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Idiots! Why are you running away? The enemy's arrows are powerful, but their soldiers are idiots. Charge with me!"
The people who fled back to the earth wall became increasingly ashamed. Seeing that the nearly collapsed front could still hold on, they turned back one after another to fight.
There were also people who fled back to the port settlements. They were pushed back by angry women, while hundreds of young women had picked up sheep sticks, mowing sickles, felling axes, or simply a wooden stick. Rushing toward the battlefield in mighty force.
Five hundred female warriors joined the battle. They were really amateurs, and some of them only had the limited brute strength of women.
They are extremely realistic, and men can't stand it anymore. What's the significance of them escaping by boat? They are the subordinates of men. Without the protection of men, they are just a kind of big fat sheep in this world.
So, it’s better to give it a try. They joined the battle tragically, and soon, the Meralen warrior with blood-red eyes realized that the person who died under his sword was actually a woman.
They just thought it was strange and showed no mercy at all.
The axes struck by women are just as deadly. Since they have become warriors, they must be prepared to die in battle. The Melalen people assassinated them simply because they must survive victoriously.
There were more and more corpses on the ground, and the blood gathered into a terrifying stream with a rusty smell. The white sand turned red. The white faces of the warriors were mixed with blood and sweat, and roars and wailings came one after another.
The flag of the Malaren banner did not continue to advance, and Rurik and other people in the rear clearly saw this.
"It's really strange. I thought the enemy was defeated by my arrow array, but they are still holding on?" Rurik frowned.
Harold Zuosen admonished: "The Mellaren people are useless, I will lead my brothers to press forward and end the battle."
"That's fine." Rurik looked up at the sky: "Work hard and end the battle before dark."
"okay!"
Harozolson was about to lead the Russian soldiers to join the battle, and Rurik hurriedly gave them detailed tasks.
Ross's Warrior Second Standard Corps and Rurik's elite mercenaries were ordered to divide into three parts and press forward to wrap up the entire battlefield.
Try to kill and injure the enemy's effective forces as much as possible. This is Rurik's tactic.
He does not want to kill them all. If an enemy begs for mercy, appropriate forgiveness is acceptable. Because the Rus' army needed some captives as a ready labor force.
Rurik pulled out his dagger and said, "Brothers, let's go! Remember, those who surrender will not be killed. If you are caught in front of me, you will be rewarded!"
The entire army began to attack, and the ranks became more loose. Together with the Kovin warriors, they followed closely behind the melee warriors with their bows and crossbows. As they approached the battlefield, they began to wait for opportunities to shoot.
When Walmont, the last leader of White Sands Port, realized that he had been outflanked by the Russians, it was already too late.
More than six hundred men and women were still fighting.
The number of casualties suffered by the Malaren flag force was also unexpected. Nearly 200 of the 600 warriors had lost their ability to fight.
The intensity of the fighting on both sides continued to decrease as the soldiers became more tired, until Rurik arrived with the main force.
Walmont wanted to break through, but the first person who tried to break through was shot to pieces with a steel-armed crossbow.
The Rus warriors beat their shields with their steel swords and axes, shouting chants to close the encirclement.
Rurik saw the opportunity and roared with a clear voice: "Heriger, retreat with the Melalen people!"
The exhausted Merlaren warriors left the battle one after another. They could not be attacked by friendly forces because their clothes were completely uniform.
The Ross warriors stepped forward on corpses and bloodstains. When they encountered a dying person, they directly stabbed and stabbed them regardless of whether they were enemy or friend.
Although this was cruel, Rurik saw that some people's eyes were clearly begging not to die, but they were seriously injured and could no longer survive, even if they were wounded Merlaren mercenaries.
Several attempts by the White Sands Port soldiers to break out were crushed by the Ross army, and the remaining people had to gather together.
The so-called female warriors have lost their initial bravery, and the brave strong men are now exhausted and can only barely lift the bloody axe.
A pair of blood-red eyes showed murderous intent, but unfortunately, they had become a group of fat men on the chopping board.
To destroy it completely, all it takes is Rurik's simple fate.
"There are actually female warriors? Are the Gotlanders so crazy?" Rurik thought for a while and realized that he was also training female warriors.
After all, the female warrior was also a woman, and Rurik couldn't bear it when he ordered the execution. Not just them, why should everyone in the encirclement be killed?
Evro received Rurik's instruction and began to chant the slogan "surrender or die", and soon the whole army shouted one after another.
Walmont, who was once prepared to die in battle, saw hope in his desperate eyes. As for the ordinary soldiers of Baisha Port, faced with such a sad situation and the strength of the Russian army, they threw away their weapons.
They were at a loss and just stood there, seemingly showing no intention of surrender.
Rurik ordered his people to stop chanting, and as the voices calmed down, leader Volmon knew that no matter how stupid he was, he wanted to negotiate.
Walmont is just the head of the family, he has never been and should not be the master of Baisha Port.
He threw away his weapon, as well as the mail and helmet on his body. He walked out of the crowd with a solemn expression and opened his hands: "Russian warriors, I am Walmont from White Sands Port, and I am the commander of this army. Now, you Won!"
I announced my surrender before I came forward. Are you taking the initiative to negotiate with me? That's fine.
Rurik was not afraid of anything. He stepped on the enemy's corpse, emerged from the gaps in the array of blue and white Ross warriors, and showed off his gorgeous clothes to prove his nobility.
A clean, beautiful boy, dressed in gorgeous and noble clothes, stood in front of a group of blood-stained Baisha Hong Kong Army soldiers.
Walmont didn't know what to say and just stared blankly.
Rurik pointed his sword pointedly: "You? You are the commander-in-chief of this army."
Walmont didn't dare to admit it hastily, even though he felt a little awkward.
"Your name is Volmont? It doesn't matter." Rurik raised his head and said arrogantly: "I! I am the commander-in-chief of the Russian army. Now kneel down, put your head on the ground, and swear your surrender."
Kneel down for a boy? It's such a shame, but...
"Kneel down! This is what a weak person should do. If you and your people want to live, this is the only choice." Suddenly, Rurik thought that he had not reported his identity, so he said calmly: "I am Rurik, the leader of the Rus' people. No! It's the Duke of Rus'! Foolish people, Svealand is no longer an alliance, but a kingdom. King Olegin raised his troops to attack Denmark, and we Rus' people are responsible for conquering the entire country. Teran Island. Surrender is your only option."
Is there such a thing? Walmont thought of a lot of things in recent months. It turns out that the ocean is not peaceful. Is it all because of this?
Who is Rurik? a boy?
Walmont's mind was in a mess. He looked at the dead bodies lying on the ground. These were almost all residents of Baisha Port! The battle turned out like this, completely beyond his expectations.
Rurik stopped talking nonsense, and his mercenary warriors shouted at the top of their lungs and quickly knelt down.
There were mercenaries holding crossbows and randomly shooting a man who had put down his weapon. The man snorted and fell to the ground, then grabbed the thick crossbow arrow that pierced his neck and struggled for a while before stopping.
A big living person was easily killed by the Russians! It is the weapon that brings death!
The fishermen of Baisha Port have been tortured by the steel-armed crossbow as early as at sea. They knew that it was a deadly weapon of the Russians, so they gave it the domineering nickname of "Destruction Arrow". With it, not only would it be risky for the opponent to sneak attack the fishing boats of the northerners, but now that their own ships appear in the northern waters, they have become fat in the eyes of the Russians.
Walmont suddenly knelt down and then grabbed the ground with his head.
Rurik had a sullen face, stepped forward without hesitation, stepped on the back of the head of the rather young leader with his leather boots, and deliberately twisted his feet a few times.
Seeing this state of abundant martial virtue, the Ross warriors banged their shields excitedly, and even the Corvin warriors followed suit and roared. The roar was so powerful that the earth was shattering.
Rurik wanted this effect. He trampled the kneeling and surrendering enemy chieftains like a conqueror. He himself was not particularly excited, and the soldiers were already crazy.
Rurik let go of his feet, and Volmon continued to kneel.
"In this way... you can spare our lives?" The appointed Walmont no longer cares about shame. If he wants to save his life, he must at least save the lives of his family, surviving private soldiers and family members.
Rurik nodded: "Of course, but..."
"How to say?"
"It depends on your sincerity."
Walmont had an idea: "You want money, I will give you money! A lot of money! I also have sheep, I will give you five hundred sheep."
According to Broda's information, Rurik already knew the property of the residents of White Sand Port. Is this leader going to offer 500 sheep to redeem his life? What a big deal.
But for an army of three thousand people, is five hundred sheep stewed enough to eat meat?
Rurik shook his head.
"What? Not enough? Then add five hundred more, as long as we can keep the family and wealth."
"Huh? I thought you would plead for everyone?" Rurik looked at the pleading eyes again, "You don't care about their life or death?"
"Many of them are dependents of the Karl and Ruraf families. The two leaders are dead. If... you need wealth, I am willing to assist you in ransacking your homes."
Now Rurik knew a lot, whether they should fly separately when disaster strikes. According to this leader, Baisha Port seems to have accumulated a lot of wealth.
It's this kind of behavior that is disgusting.
Rurik continued to shake his head, "No, the wealth you gave me still can't buy your own life."
"Huh? You..." Walmon suddenly felt that he was being entertained and was at a loss.
Rurik said calmly: "I'll give you two choices. First, hand over all your belongings and all your young women. You will lead other men to become slaves of us Russians. The second choice is If you refuse, I can now order you to be the fish feed in the bay tomorrow.”
"Ah! In the end we will still be... your slaves?"
"Of course. What are you imagining?" Rurik felt that it was very absurd. He laughed twice and asked, "What do you think? You thought your own family could escape unscathed. Your so-called army is just a group of ants. Soon we will We will capture Visby and occupy the entire island of Gotland. At that time, you will be glad that you are a slave. Oh, that’s not right either..."
Rurik scratched his face and thought about it, it was not his intention to destroy this group of people's hope for the future.
"Let's do this, Walmont, take your people and follow me to attack Visby. After we win, I will return your freedom and give you some rewards."
Attack Visby? It's crazy!
Walmont doesn't think this is a chance to survive. It's obviously a new pit of fire! His voice trembled, "The people of Visby, they are very strong."
"Oh? Do you look down on the strength of us Russians?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
Rurik was too lazy to talk nonsense. After all, it was already getting late, and the tired army needed to eat meat, such as delicious roasted lamb and roasted chicken.
Regardless of what Walmont had to say, Rurik gave the order and the Russian soldiers began to take action, violently breaking up the enemies who had gathered in groups, and guarding the men and women separately.
Next, there was a carnival of looting by the Russian army.
The male prisoners began to be forced to clean the battlefield, while the female prisoners' eyes were dull, and they were quickly picked apart by the nearly 400 victorious Melalen warriors.
Rurik fulfilled his promise, and the Malaren mercenary warriors did not feel that they had suffered a big loss. Although they did not directly enter the enemy's settlement to plunder, didn't this already put pressure on the prisoners personally?
In my hometown, marrying a woman is a very difficult matter. I didn't expect that by fighting with the Russians, my important matter would be solved like this.
Rurik didn't bother to care about this group of men who had changed from tiredness and strength in some aspects. Anyway, they must evacuate with one or two women as wives after the war.
Of course, now they just want to vent.
Although the neatly dressed Ross warriors felt itchy, as their army entered the settlement and more prisoners were cleared out, he took the opportunity to plunder a large amount of wealth, and the desire to make money occupied their minds.
The wealth hoarded by the three families in Baisha Port, especially boxes of copper and silver coins, was dug out of the ground, which was completely beyond Rurik's expectations.
People laughed happily because of their fortune, which was also mixed with the bleating sounds of a large number of sheep.
How many sheep are there in Baisha Port? How many cows?
After an emergency count, Rurik got a result that made him ecstatic. The rough count was over 2,000 sheep, more than 100 cows, and more than 200 large and small reindeer.
In fact, there are also domestic chickens running around, but they have been captured by the marauding army and no longer can be counted.
Eight boxes of coins were placed in front of Rurik. The copper coins were naturally worthless. There were also three boxes of silver coins in them. The weight of each box was gratifying.
This was the result of the war. The Russians lost 200 Melalen mercenaries and gained indeed a large amount of cattle, sheep and money.
kindness? What more mercy is needed? Not killing everyone is the greatest mercy of this era! Especially the girls among them, Rurik paid special attention to protecting them, and directly announced that they would immediately become Rus and become members of the "Valkyrie Legion" in name only. These people must be treated differently and based on purely rational considerations. They are the foundation of the future potential of the Principality of Ross.
"You grab as much as you can. Except for cattle, sheep, leather, prisoners, and coins, whatever you grab is yours to keep!"
The Ross army was ordered to plunder, and even the Corvin soldiers forgot about the suffering they had suffered and became part of the plundering army.
Only five male prisoners were later deliberately released because Rurik wanted them to report the news to Visby.
This time Harozolson was shocked, "Rurik, maybe you shouldn't expose the fact of our army like this."
Rurik answered simply, "I just want Visby to gather as many troops as possible to fight us. I'm not afraid of exposing anything, I'm just afraid that they won't be able to gather enough troops for our army to sacrifice to the God King Odin."
What else could Harold Johnson say? Of course it is support! It was through this battle that Harold Zosen truly understood the older Rurik's true nature - he was even better than Otto, a ruthless and affectionate conqueror.
