what happened? The ragged Gotland warriors who were escaping disappeared. How could there be a new group of enemies in neat ranks? Why are so many of them Raven Shields?
At this moment, the Ross army, which was advancing on the enemy's corpse, suddenly realized that their opponent had retained a reserve force!
Shields with raven patterns are not unusual, they belong to Danish mercenaries!
The captured Dane Grund told a lot of information about Danish mercenaries in order to survive.
Although everyone comes to Gotland to earn money as mercenaries, they are also warriors at heart. When living far away, everyone needs to worship Odin to gain spiritual comfort, so some people paint their shields with the totem emblem of their hometown tribe, or directly paint a raven, so-called showing loyalty to Odin.
They are completely different from the Gotlanders. Although they try not to die in battle so that they can continue to enjoy life, but if they are really in danger, they would rather die in battle. With a spectacular death, he was qualified to enter Valhalla.
The Ross soldiers, who had thought that the war would turn into a one-sided massacre by the Ross army, were a little panicked for a moment. With their intuition, they had a premonition that the enemy had a strength that could not be underestimated.
The Danish mercenaries roared angrily. Although they were hired by various businessmen, at least at this moment their money became foreign possessions. This time they entered the war in the name of Odin, spontaneously formed a whole, and began a brave attack.
Arik gritted his teeth, hating the pain in his left arm that prevented him from using all his strength to kill the enemy. At this moment, he even felt fear, because his soldiers were quite exhausted after a period of fighting, and he did not expect that the enemy actually retained such a huge reserve force.
"Brothers! Hold on! Even if you die, you have to stand still like a pine tree! You can't take a step back!"
Harozolson also issued an order similar to Arik's, and the Russians who maintained their marching posture stopped as a whole.
Rurik, who was in the rear and ordered the flag-shooters to continue firing, saw that the army stopped advancing and realized that something big had happened on the front line.
The Danish mercenaries held up their thick oak shields to block the arrows. Some of them fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, but the team was still advancing.
Finally, the two armies collided. The Danish mercenary army, which had saved enough strength, forced the two Ross Warriors flag troops to retreat.
In the sudden collision, thirty Ross warriors were killed by axes falling from the sky.
What's even crazier is that some Danish mercenaries threw down their swords and shields after being stabbed by Slavic spearmen, and even vomited blood to keep their opponents' spearheads in order to win the attack for their brothers.
The energetic Danish mercenaries caused some parts of the Ross military formation to be breached, which then led to a chaotic battle.
After killing some soldiers, the Russian army finally stabilized its front.
Arik staggered to the rear of the line, holding a bloody sword and yelling at his uncle the Duke and commander Rurik: "The Gotlanders have left a reserve! There are many Danes carrying raven shields! Brothers may not be able to bear it!"
"Why are you here!" Otto was furious. He picked up his leg and kicked Arik to the ground. Then he yelled: "Go back! Your brother is dying. Stand up to the enemy." !”
Arik knew he was wrong, and hurriedly stood up and pointed at the berserkers wearing silver scale breastplates: "Rurik, let the berserkers come up now!"
"Then come on!" Rurik pointed his sword at the mercenary captain Yevro again: "Take all the mercenaries and rush to the front to kill the enemy! No formation! It's not an all-out kill in our costumes! I don't want any prisoners!"
After saying that, Rurik threw the dagger over, and the meaning was very clear.
At this moment, Yevro built his master's significant dagger and promised extremely calmly: "If I die in battle, don't be sad for me. This is a glorious battle for the Russians! This is the last battle!"
Jevro looked at the mercenaries gearing up and the hundred capable berserkers.
"Brothers, for Rose! Come with me!"
Jevro believed that he could be the great hero in this decisive battle that was incomprehensible to him, and he rushed to the battlefield with an attitude similar to that of a martyr.
Unexpectedly, an old guy holding a patterned steel sword took the lead.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" Rurik was shocked.
Otto's running pace seemed to shake the earth. He opened his mouth and shouted: "This is our war! Russians, follow me to attack!"
Seeing this, Yevro finally realized his position.
Otto, the Duke of Rus, the long-time leader of the Rus, held high the patterned steel sword that only the leader of Rus had, and launched what was actually the final fatal assault.
Now there is no need to worry about the formation, what the Russians need is the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers.
The Ross warriors were shocked to see the madness of their old leader, and they once again cheered up after retreating for a while. Especially the old warriors in the team and the young warriors who had followed Otto Sorgon, they saw the young Otto in their memories, the Otto who defeated the invincible opponent of the tribe when he competed for the position of leader more than ten years ago!
Now, the brooding Otto has become the berserker he once was.
right! It’s the Berserker!
The hundred heavily armored men were dispatched! They were like giant wild boars running wild, or like huge polar bears that were indescribable, knocking over the anxious front line.
They are really invulnerable, covered with thick silver-plated iron sheets, which can blind the eyes of Danish mercenaries under the scorching sun. What's even crazier is that the Dane found that when his sword slashed the opponent's body, the blade broke or was bent to the point of being useless. Or they chop with a hand ax, but the ax blade curls up, turning the ax into a hammer.
Is it easier to use it as a hammer weapon? On the contrary, it is meaningless to hit with a hammer. These iron men are really made of iron!
The heavy armor worn by the group of berserkers sent out by Rurik was harder and thicker than the armor of the Eastern Roman armored cavalry. As humans, this kind of Ironman must be chosen to be strong men with excellent endurance. Even so, their "endurance capacity" is limited.
In the Iron-Blooded Song Dynasty, although the Song army relied heavily on powerful bows and crossbows, some special heavy infantry, soldiers covered in iron sheets and heavy armor, specialized in killing the rebels. This kind of warrior has almost no blind spots, and they are almost impossible to attack and destroy from the front.
The tactical purposes of this group of berserkers owned by Rurik were exactly the same as those of the Song army who fought in a special way.
The Danish mercenaries were shocked! They were shocked that no weapon could break their armor, but their opponents' weapons were extremely powerful.
The steel axes and steel swords killed the Danish mercenaries mercilessly. The carbon steel must be flexible and hard, but the wrought iron chain mail that the Danish mercenaries cherished was too soft.
The "Russian Iron Men" were like tanks rushing into the enemy's formation. The terrifying crushing power they unleashed was beyond anyone's expectation.
Some Russian soldiers even complained that if these fierce men were released earlier, some brothers would not have to die. Of course, everyone also understood that there was a reason why Lord Rurik gave these people good food and drink. They were too ferocious.
Look at them! He was invulnerable, and the swords and axes in his hands were dripping with the blood of his enemies.
They stood like an iron tower. The Danish mercenaries found that the weapons in their hands were so weak. The iron swords bent when thrust, and the blade broke when they slashed. The weapons were scrapped after trying to attack.
The rusty gas of blood made the berserkers extremely excited, and there were pairs of blood-red eyes inside the armor. They were already breathing heavily from carrying the heavy armor and fighting hard.
They continued to advance, forming a wall like a meat grinder, killing all enemies who were merely themselves.
Of course, there are also "iron men" who fall into the trap of their opponents, such as falling down due to injured knees or having their necks pierced by a short spear. Their losses were only a few people, but the number of people they chopped down to the ground had already reached a hundred people!
The Danish mercenaries, who boasted themselves to be generally well-equipped, were supposed to be the trump card of the Gotland army to turn the tide. Only when they faced the secret troops of the Russian army did they know what it meant to be strong.
Perhaps the greatest sorrow of a soldier is that he has exhausted all his weapons and cannot harm the enemy even a hair.
Otto originally wanted to rush to the front line of the battle in one fell swoop and become a big star on the battlefield just like his young self.
"If you die in battle, then die in battle. The best leader of the Rus' people has been born, so I will use my death to sacrifice the victory of Rus'..." Otto was immersed in the fierceness of the war. He was almost a martyr. Trying to rush to the front line.
It is a pity that the war situation does not allow Duke Ross to become an unparalleled warrior.
Because the bravest iron men had built a "wall of killing", they were frantically trying to seize the glory of killing the enemy. This was something that neither the Duke's elite mercenaries who arrived later nor even the Duke himself could take away.
Jevro very much wished to repay the favor by killing ten enemies and staining the sword temporarily rented by his master with blood.
"Your Majesty the Duke! What should we do? The berserker warriors are going to wipe out the enemy!" Stepping on the squirming pile of corpses, Jevro shouted at Otto, who was baring his teeth.
"Then kill the injured enemy! You also need to pay attention. Once Iron Man dies, you will immediately replace him!"
Under the special battle situation, Otto could only grab his ancestral patterned steel sword made of Damascus steel with both hands, looking for the dying enemy to assassinate him.
Whether it's a strong Gotland male soldier, a seemingly weak female soldier, or some obviously childish faces. They were all part of Gotland's army at this time, and all were seriously wounded.
Otto didn't take pleasure in torturing the enemy at all. He gave last hits indiscriminately. Everyone was doing this, as Jevro led his brothers and the Slavic spearmen behind him.
After the two wings of the Russian army suffered relatively serious losses, the front line finally stabilized. Arik and Harozolson were struggling to hold on. The swords, spears and axes of both sides were waving chaotically, and the shields were pressed against the shields, making it impossible for anyone to go further.
The iron man's violent collision and slashing finally tore the Danish mercenary line apart. Now, a group of silver-helmeted warriors bathed in blood, with a sense of terror from the underworld, appeared behind the Danish mercenary army of ordinary Gotland Islanders. before.
The young warrior threw his ax in shock, and the female warrior let out an ear-piercing scream.
It's a pity that the iron men will not show mercy just because of the special nature of the enemy.
They rushed forward and killed mercilessly. Even if someone knelt down and begged to surrender, they would still be chopped down with tomahawks.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity appears in front of you!
Otto raised his old and wise head, and what he saw with his deep eyes was not the panicked face of his enemy, but the indescribable glory.
"The enemy is about to collapse! Brothers! Rush in along the gap! No mercy! Enemy! Kill!"
After saying that, Otto simply threw down his shield, raised his sword with both hands, and rushed into the enemy's formation, escorted by as many as 150 elite mercenaries.
During the chaotic battle, Rurik personally led the archer flag team and continued to fire arrows. He could not help his father fight, so he had to continue to support with arrows until the soldiers fired all the arrows they carried. .
The young warriors stood on the muddy battlefield, their leather boots full of dark red mud, and dead enemies everywhere around them. Boys and girls, everyone gathered together subconsciously. After shooting the arrows, they all grabbed their battle axes, for fear that the dead bodies around them would suddenly pile up.
Rurik knew his little warriors were frightened, but most of them had grown. They saw a huge number of thousands of people on this day, and they would not be timid when they join the battle in the future.
"Let's stop and rest and let others continue to fight!" Rurik issued an order to stay alert. Indeed, for those who have sore arms from frantically pulling bows and shooting arrows, since they can't go to the front line to fight, they shouldn't cause trouble for the soldiers in front.
There was indeed no need for Rurik to participate in the current battle. After inserting the last arrow into the arrow slot of the crossbow, the flag-shooting team all knelt down to guard against any form of surprise attack.
Looking at the main force of the Russian army, it can be seen that the army has begun a strategic counterattack.
Among the rebels, Otto keenly saw some gorgeously dressed people.
"Jevlo!" Otto shouted.
"exist!"
"Look at those men, they actually use leopard skins to decorate themselves. That's the leader of the enemy. You rush over with your brothers and come back with a few heads chopped off for me!"
"As you command!"
With a maniacal laugh, Jevro recruited more than twenty crazy workers to charge. They didn't have time to mix with the iron men and kill the enemies. They just wanted to attack those gorgeous enemies with precision.
Ordinary Gotland warriors wear ordinary clothes, but a large number of them still go into battle shirtless? Their attire of poverty naturally made the big businessmen stand out.
At the same time, faced with the rapid defeat of the Danish mercenaries, the shocked businessmen were at a loss what to do.
More than one person screamed what to do with King Haken of Gotland. Unfortunately, the king covered his head and made no decision at all.
Harald kicked Haken in the thigh, "Look! Their berserkers are coming, and we will be in danger soon."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Don't scream! You are the king! Now brothers are dying in large numbers. Is there anything else we can do?"
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
Indeed, not even the final Danish mercenaries could stop the Ross army. Does Haken still have a second wave of reserves?
From the corner of his eye, Harald saw some businessmen quietly evacuating with their private soldiers.
Harald was leading the battle, but now the morale of the army had collapsed, and the king himself was screaming meaninglessly, unable to make any decisions.
"Are you going to die here? Just go to hell with you and your family, I'm going to evacuate!"
No, the king was indifferent, and Harald simply fled the battlefield with his private soldiers. In particular, he ordered his daughter Aslaqi and the female warriors to evacuate.
Evacuate? Evacuate to where? The bay is blocked by the Ross fleet, making escape at sea likely to be difficult. Fleeing to nearby woodland, everyone eventually died of starvation and thirst. But if they don't evacuate, the Russians who are surrounded will definitely gather and annihilate them.
Some merchants were seen leading troops to retreat, and many Gotlandic warriors were also fleeing in the direction of Visby.
He grabbed his daughter's arm and ran wildly, which once made his sons exhausted.
"Dad, what should we do? Go home?" Aslaki exclaimed.
"Yes! Go home. When we go back, we will continue to fight. At least we must keep our home safe."
Will Visby become a battlefield? Has every street and alley turned into a place of fighting? Neither Aslaqi nor his father can predict the future, and obviously they can no longer expect the Gotland Army to win in the decisive battle in the wilderness.
Five businessmen withdrew with a small group of private soldiers and family members, including Harald and others.
I saw a group of brightly dressed businessmen running away!
The Gotland soldiers, who were already frustrated and frightened, saw this scene and their last bit of morale collapsed.
