The heroic spirits of those warriors must have gone to Valhalla!
With this thought, Arik and his living brothers gathered at the same bonfire, ignoring the burning smell that filled the ruins of the village, and curled up to sleep.
They were warriors and were in such a battlefield. They did not take off their leather armor and kept their swords and axes in their arms at all times. Twenty crossbows are stacked on top of each other so that they can be quickly loaded when needed.
But the soldiers were too tired and fought a battle in which a small number defeated a large number. The brothers' attitude towards the Gotland army became even more contemptuous.
Arik did not set up sentries, and he boldly estimated that no cowardly guy would come to disturb the brothers' sweet dreams.
Just when he relaxed his vigilance, a team of 500 people had already climbed onto the mound in the thin morning mist. Their next target was the bridge village where the Russians rested.
Haken of the Brisnos family, who proclaimed himself king of Gotland, felt that he had won the support of everyone amidst the enthusiastic shouts of the people. Next, let’s use this momentum to defeat the large-scale invading Russians!
In a sense, he felt that this war was a life and death battle between brothers who had broken apart, but they were once brothers, so maybe things shouldn't be done too drastically.
Haken has the illusion of peace, but the Russians are obviously trying to kill him, so don't blame yourself for being cruel.
The eldest son Siegfast has never been on the battlefield, and his business skills reassure Haken. However, this boy is always surrounded by a group of guards from Denmark. These guys tell stories about the heroes in their hometown. The glorious deeds all stirred his heart.
Become a war chief and lead powerful warriors to fight against powerful enemies.
Can a person blessed by Frey, the merchant god, also receive support from Odin?
This group of people walked to yesterday's battlefield. The corpses lying on the ground were all limp, and their ferocious gray-white faces were still telling the horror of yesterday.
Sigfast looked at him coldly and was furious: "This was all done by the Russians? It was Arik from Russia."
"It must be the butcher." Guard captain Grund remained vigilant and asked the brothers to carry the body to another place.
"Brothers, let's go! Don't worry about these dead people for now. We'll find that Arik after we cross the mound. I'm going to chop off his head myself!"
The Danish guards were not convinced of the bravery of the benefactor, but the future battle was related to everything on the islanders, so they had no choice but to obey the orders and stop, and were always alert to potential dangers to protect the benefactor's life.
They climbed over the mound, and when the fog gradually thinned, they saw a black area not far away, so incompatible with the entire withered world?
After seeing the details clearly, Siegfast, who was very energetic, now became cautious.
He raised his sword and asked: "Do you think that is Qiao Village?"
"That was Bridge Village, and the butchers burned it and killed everyone who didn't have time to evacuate."
Sigurdfast, who was standing at a high place, was heartbroken when he saw this: "They just stand there and let others chop them? Don't they know how to resist?"
Siegfast really wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he held back: "Sir, if you want to attack a target, should you walk over slowly? Let the opponent be ready before fighting him?"
"Huh? Shouldn't it be?"
"If it is a duel between warriors, of course these principles must be explained. However, have the Russians ever reasoned with each other in the past few years? Lukuluye Village should be finished. As for Bridge Village, all the smart villagers have ran away, except for a few. People were reluctant to part with their belongings and they deserved to be killed.”
Siegfast thought about it. Looking at the black coal-like village over there, a sense of fear actually gripped his body. "Maybe Arik the Butcher hasn't left yet, and if we rush over there, we will definitely fight them. Maybe, all the Russians are in the village."
"Sir, are you afraid? Where was your courage just now?"
"Grund, are you questioning me?" Sigfast looked at the veins on his forehead. He held his helmet firmly and walked forward with his sword in hand.
The captain of the guard and his brothers looked at each other and smiled, and they also drew their swords and walked quickly in front of the gold master. After all, if this young businessman who was on the battlefield for the first time died, would his self-proclaimed king father pay the commission for him? It’s good if you don’t blame.
King Haken did give instructions to the Danish guards in the team. This bold reconnaissance activity involves specific operations, and the Danish Grund has a great say.
The team of five hundred people advanced in scattered directions, most of them holding swords and axes. There are more than thirty archers mixed in the team, but don't expect their short wooden bows to be very powerful.
Every soldier of this Gotland army was ready to fight at this moment, and they moved forward extremely carefully.
They walked on the sparse wheat fields, alert to the surrounding woods, and beware of being ambushed by the Russians.
Just as everyone was approaching the ruins of the village, the captain of the guard Grund announced a pause, and the brothers half-knelt in the wheat field, with their swords stuck on the ground.
Siegfast was really puzzled: "Why don't you leave?"
Grund picked out an ear of oats, rolled out the pellets and stuffed them into his mouth: "It's good wheat. We can harvest it soon."
"Hey! I asked you why you didn't leave. Are you afraid of the Russians?"
"Keep quiet." Grund asked his sponsor to feel it with his heart, but what could Siegfast detect?
"Stop dawdling, I want you to lead your brothers and swarm forward. What are you afraid of when it's just a wreck?" Siegfast didn't want to dawdle. He stood up suddenly and yelled angrily at the dormant warriors: "Are you cowards? Do you? Give them all to me! If anyone fails to do so, you don’t even think about getting paid!"
Looking at the crazy look of the financial owner, Grund was so angry that he kicked him directly.
At exactly this moment, a flock of crows suddenly flew out of the wreckage.
"You are so bold, how dare you!"
Grund's eyes were staring forward, and his serious and stiff face also made Siegfast feel danger.
"My lord, is there something in the wreckage? The crow is frightened."
"Ah? It can't be some kind of monster? Or are the Ross people there?"
Grund knew what to do, so thirty soldiers left the main force and went as scouts to find out.
At this moment, Arik, who was camping in the ruins, was awakened by his men.
After waking up and going to the toilet, the Ross warriors discovered the approaching crowd. There were so many of them! In panic, he instantly hid in the ruins, crawled to where everyone was sleeping, and pushed all the sleeping people to get up and fight.
The enemy is coming, what should we do?
fighting! This is the fateful battle of brothers, even if we are outnumbered.
Arik ordered his brothers to put away their blue and white gowns, which were too eye-catching. Then he ordered everyone to wear the captured linen robes, cover their blond hair, and use charcoal with their hands to blacken their white faces and golden beards.
Twenty crossbowmen were cocked, arrows aimed at the enemy.
During this preparation, all the crows in the ruins flew away!
"Are they sending scouts? How stupid! It's okay, so I can kill these people." Aric saw the killing, and now it was his favorite. He also urgently ordered his ambushing brothers: "Crossbowmen, bring them closer and shoot. Others, follow my order and swarm up and chop them to death."
Gotland's scouts advanced cautiously in sparse lines. They tried hard to gaze at the traces of enemies or monsters in the ruins, and gradually approached the first burned farmhouse.
The time has come!
Arik made a gesture, and twenty arrows hit the target with a whooshing sound.
As many as ten people were hit by arrows on the spot, throwing away their weapons and falling to the ground, spurting blood.
"Brothers! Kill!" Arik was the first to jump out of the bunker, holding up his two swords. His face covered with charcoal powder made him weird and terrifying, and his two steel swords, which reflected violently in the morning sun, made him even more eerie. His momentum.
More than a dozen Ross warriors took the lead in charging. Just when the enemy was stunned, the crossbowmen completed another reload.
Arik received a fire support, and there were not many scouts left.
The close combat begins!
Arik stuck out his tongue as if he wanted to eat the enemy. He figured out some tricks to use the double sword, like a pair of scissors, cleanly cutting off the heads of the two enemies.
However, two Rus warriors were killed on the spot after their chests were broken by the enemy's ax during the melee.
In order to move quickly, Arik and his men finally abandoned all their chainmail armor. They moved lightly and their overall defense became lacking.
The failure of the Gotland scouts was inevitable, but they were flesh scouts themselves, and they fished out the hiding enemies with their lives.
"What are those Russians? Brothers, chop them off! Ten silver coins for each head!" Sigfast stood up and yelled with his giant sword.
Upon hearing this, the vast number of soldiers were rewarded and all attacked like crazy. Originally, the captain of the guard wanted to keep the team's attack as orderly as possible, but now that everyone was in chaos, he had no choice but to join in the chaos.
There is no need for any formation, the Gotland army just relies on the mediocre numerical advantage to completely overwhelm the enemy like a mudslide.
Arik's swords were dripping with blood, and he was fearless in the face of the rushing flood. But his soldiers had spontaneously begun to retreat.
He raised his sword and shouted: "Don't retreat! Keep fighting with me! This is our fate, charge!"
The boss is so brave. If the brothers evacuate, how dare they go back to see the Duke?
"Then let's fight to the death together!" A soldier yelled and followed Arik's footsteps.
The crossbowmen completed the third round of shooting. They dropped their crossbows, pulled out their swords and axes, and joined the fight with their shields.
Thirty people attacking five hundred people? !
Sigfast was well protected by his men. He actually left the battlefield and watched the Danish mercenaries and armed islanders fight against this group of murderous Russian butchers.
"Is this the Rus people? Just a few people? It seems that the battle will be over soon."
However, the development of the battle was completely beyond Sigfast's expectations.
The guy holding two swords was clearly a Berserker, and nearly twenty people had fallen around him!
The Berserker's sword has turned red, and his dark face has also been washed red with plasma.
Arik opened his bloody mouth and taunted loudly: "Gotlander! I am Arik, Arik of Ross! Now I land on your island to see your heads! Come on, cowards, fight me!"
Arik completely revealed his identity. After learning this terrifying name, a large number of armed islanders retreated.
This butcher is so cruel, and even his men are a group of cruel people.
The warriors who followed Aric could be described as his cronies. They had accumulated rich experience in "killing Gotlanders" in battle.
Five more Rus warriors died in the battle, but there were more Gotlanders lying on the ground.
There were deep wounds on the faces of the Ross warriors, and blood kept flowing. Everyone was breathing heavily and began to show signs of fatigue.
Arik kept his spirits up, knowing that if he continued to fight, today would be the day he died. If he died in battle, he would have no regrets at all. The brothers will avenge him, and his son Askard will definitely be taken care of and raised by Rurik. Then kill more Gotlanders before dying in battle, so that the Russians can win more smoothly in future battles.
Arik played with his two swords, and the blood stains were shaken off, revealing their original magnificent bright white color.
He intimidated his opponents with his aura, and the Gotland army no longer dared to act rashly.
"Is this guy blessed by Odin? How can he be so good at fighting?!" Sigfast stomped his feet angrily. He was also shocked by the horror of the battle. He thought that if he went to kill it himself, he might not be a little kid. Life is not guaranteed.
The captain of the guard, Grund, bared his teeth. He urgently ordered the archers in the team to assemble, and suddenly appeared in front of the formation while the two sides were entering a strange confrontation.
The archers began to release arrows, and a Russian warrior who was standing and resting was suddenly hit by an arrow.
Even Arik's left arm was cut by a broad-bladed arrow cluster.
"Ah!" He screamed and knelt on the ground, watching as blood began to ooze from his gray cloth.
Rus warriors gathered around him, forming a shield wall to resist the enemy's arrows. The arrows shot by the Gotlandic bows could not penetrate the oak shield at all. Behind the shield wall, some warriors dragged Arik hard and asked him to withdraw from the battle.
"No! I would rather die fighting here! I want to hack these villains to death!"
A soldier dragged him desperately: "Boss, you are our flag captain. If you die, who will command the first flag team? We still have to fight with them. How can you die so easily? Could it be that Odin Hope so? Look, all the crows have flown away before the battle! Odin doesn’t want you to die!"
This is really true. Those crows are regarded as the incarnation of God, or the eyes of God. The crows left, and God must have had an indifferent attitude toward the battle.
Wouldn't it be a shame to die here?
Arik suddenly decided to run away, and the brothers retreated lightly, but they ran faster than these armor-piercing guys. They had better come in pursuit, so that after contacting the main force, the Ross army can easily defeat them.
However, Sigfast looked at the Russian shield wall and yelled arrogantly: "Haha, aren't your arrows fierce? Now look at my arrows, how do you feel? Aren't you very good at killing?" Now he’s turned into a turtle!”
"Arik! Arik of Ross! Who are you! A coward in a turtle shell. You can only kill poor farmers and helpless women. You can only vent your anger on cattle and sheep."
"Coward, stand up for me! I! Heir to the throne of Gotland, Siegfast, I will chop off your head!"
Arik, who was about to retreat, became furious. He stood up suddenly, not caring about his bleeding left arm. He couldn't feel the pain at all in his frenzy. He stood up suddenly and rushed away from the shield as a barrier.
He ignored the arrows whizzing by, and raised his sword to continue fighting, but he was still stopped.
The conscious brothers all believed that this was a dirty provocation by the enemy. We were not cowards, we just wanted to live to participate in the final battle.
"Sir, we must evacuate! Don't believe that... ah!" The soldier who took the most trouble to admonish Arik was actually hit by an arrow through the aorta in his neck, and blood sprayed all over Arik's face.
The warrior fell, so mortally wounded that he would soon die.
Arik half-knelt down, and a shot hit his helmet. Fortunately, the iron piece blocked the damage.
It is the third year that the brothers present have followed Arik on the endless plundering at sea. This dying warrior is also a veteran who followed him to the island for revenge three years ago.
Knowing that time was running out, the warrior reluctantly muttered: "Let's go quickly! Take the young brothers and go back to see the Duke and Rurik, tell them everything, and avenge...us. If you can't take away the crossbow, destroy it." , we can’t let them take it away. Let’s go!”
After that, the soldier forced himself to get up, ignoring the blood spurting from his neck, picked up his shield and ax, and shouted with his last strength: "Protect the boss! Cover the boss's evacuation!"
The blood-spurting warrior only had killing eyes in his eyes, and he was constantly hit by arrows. Even the Gotland archers were shocked by this fearless aura. In the end, the warrior finally shed all his blood and fell on the charging road with a bunch of arrows on his chest.
"What a brave warrior and loyal attendant." Grund couldn't help but praise.
"He is a reckless man. And the man who escaped, the butcher Arik, now he should be called the coward Arik!" Siegfast laughed arrogantly, "Grund, deal with these villains who are not afraid of death. As for that one Arik, let him go!"
"Huh?" Grund was shocked, "Aren't you going to chop off his head? How can you let him go?"
Siegfast shook his head: "Compared to these charging warriors, that Arik is just a coward. You see, those guys who escaped are like lost dogs. I don't want to kill the coward, I can't afford to embarrass anyone."
Grund was laughing wildly in his heart. He felt that his sponsor was stupid and arrogant. The whole fighting guys were just watching the show. In the end, he flaunted himself as a warrior? Siegfast, this guy is a businessman and is not worthy of being a warrior at all. Of course, brothers have to get paid to serve as attendants for this guy, so they won't express their disdain openly.
After all, this guy was the financial owner, so Grund had no choice but to lead the Danish guys in front of the Gotland Islander soldiers and kill all the Ross soldiers who charged desperately. Oh, that’s not necessarily true. He deliberately left a few alive, firstly to interrogate and ask about the situation of the Russians, and secondly, to let the financial owner complete the killing, thus giving the king an explanation: "The prince also killed the fierce Russians." .
