The Gotland Army suffered an inevitable total collapse across the entire front. Unfortunately, their king Haken was still wailing in confusion and holding his head. The king's inaction was tantamount to acquiescence in the spontaneous escape of his soldiers.
A strange scene appeared on the battlefield. A large number of Danish mercenaries relied on the honor of the soldiers, the professional ethics of the mercenaries, and the friendship of the guys. They persisted in fighting the Russians on the front line, and even withstood the pressure and continued to "attack the iron tower" .
Some Danish mercenaries gradually discovered that their backs became empty. Except for a large number of Gotland warriors who had been killed by arrows lying on the ground, there were no friendly troops to support them. They found out that they had been betrayed, but it was already too late!
Not only the "Iron Man", Duke Otto and the Russian mercenaries opened the situation in the middle of the front, but the Slavic spears behind them were expanding the "ulcer" of the front.
Seizing the opportunity, the two flanks of the Ross army began to shrink their front, and a momentum of encirclement and encirclement was forming.
With a small amount of work, Jevro was like the tip of a spear, not entangled at all with enemies who dared to obstruct him, and aimed directly at Haken. It was entirely because Hakon was a king that he wore chain mail, still wore gorgeous pendants and a beautiful hat.
Haken is a simple fool who doesn't know that wearing unique and gorgeous clothes on the battlefield is to tell the enemy who is the commander-in-chief. The position he was standing in at the beginning was indeed safe, but now it has become absolutely dangerous, and he deserves to be the target of public criticism.
The most elite mercenaries have already rushed to the front line, and there are only a dozen people left in Haken to protect him. It was too late when he saw the Ross riding his face.
A fight broke out instantly. For the sake of bounty and glory, Ross's mercenaries killed all the defenders guarding Haken after paying the price of several deaths.
The gorgeous clothes and hats are now stained with the blood of others. Haken himself was knocked down by a vigorous flying kick from Jevro, and then a steel sword was pressed against the neck of his opponent, who was covered in mud and blood.
Haken opened his eyes wide at first, then relaxed and closed his eyes...
"You!" Jevro hissed: "Are you so anxious to die? Look into my eyes! Haken!"
Compared with death, the sound of "Haken" shocked Haken himself and trembled all over.
"You? You actually know my name?"
"Do you still remember the battle under the hill two days ago? Now you are captured!" Jevro said no more nonsense, and directly punched the enlightened King of Gotland until his muscles spasmed and his whole body twitched. The man was picked up by the furious warriors and led to the rear under the command of Jevlo.
There is no suspense about the next battle.
Those big businessmen who did not evacuate quickly were brutally killed one after another.
There were more than a thousand Gotland warriors who had no time to evacuate, and more than four hundred Danish mercenaries were still fighting for their honor. Among these 1,500 people, the only ones who could really fight were the Danish mercenaries, and the rest were mostly female warriors and young warriors. Unfortunately, their bravery was completely overwhelmed by the might of the Russian army.
Arik's flag force has been trying to shrink the encirclement. He has lost many of his men, and the brothers are also very tired.
"Brothers, let's keep pushing! Don't worry about those cowards who are running away, let's kill the enemy in front of us!"
"Watch my flag and don't get lost!"
"We will now join forces with other brothers and kill anyone who tries to break out."
The soldiers looked closely at the flag of the flag team, and soon they saw another flag clearly. It was the flag of the flag team under the command of Harrow Zuosen, and the blue and white robes stained red by the blood of the enemy.
The Russian soldiers kept shouting, and finally they converged into a non-stop whine, punctuated by the clash of swords and axes. No matter how tired they were, the soldiers could see that their army would win.
The shield walls of the two flag teams merged into one, and a tight encirclement was formed!
Arik finally saw Harozolson. The two warriors met and then laughed arrogantly with their mouths wide open.
"Mercy?!" Harrow Johnson asked.
"No. Kill all the enemies!" Arik's answer was very simple, and his men did the same.
Female warriors are also warriors, and the enemy’s female warriors must be killed. At this moment, no one really thought of capturing her and eventually taking her back to her hometown to be his wife. They did not hope that the kidnapped woman would be a monster who was good at killing. If they were to think about it from their perspective, if they were the ones being surrounded, would the female warrior be merciful?
The Gotland soldiers who were surrounded by the rebel army were still trembling with the Ross who had sneaked into the encirclement. The panting iron man was still holding on to his tooth crown that almost exploded due to the rush of blood. He covered his red face and sweat with an iron helmet and waved his battle axe. He Jian continued to slash.
The Duke of Ross mercenary, who had learned the art of fencing and fighting, killed the enemy in a more dexterous way.
The Gotland Army and the Danish mercenaries, they pessimistically found themselves in danger. Among the rebels, they did not realize that their king had been captured by their opponents. They saw many armed residents of Visby fleeing, mixed with those of noble status.
A woman screamed sadly: "Hakon is a traitor, he abandoned us."
The Danish mercenaries could no longer control the so-called king, and some higher-status warriors spontaneously took on the work of commanders.
A Danish warrior in his thirties called on more than a dozen of his old buddies to try to break through the newly formed Ross shield wall, which was unstable, causing everyone to spontaneously gather in one direction.
Arik felt that he was under great pressure. He held his sword and kept shouting: "We cannot let the enemy break through the shield wall and escape. Brothers! Hold on! Even if you die in battle, you must stand like a stake!"
The Russians and the Melalen people who mixed in had their shields against each other, so that the Russian army was more than just a shield wall. They quickly built three walls in the most anxious place, barely temporarily blocking the opponent's scurrying rats. Escape squeeze.
The shield wall of the Russian army was always fragile, and they could not hold on for long.
In the melee, the two commanders Arik and Harozolson did not see a terrifying force that was forcing the Gotlanders to flee like crazy.
The duke's mercenaries and iron men killed countless enemies in the melee. Everyone was covered in blood, and the smell was really pungent. Panting heavily, dragging their almost exhausted bodies, they were forced to retreat and rest under Duke Otto's order.
As for the final battle, it will be resolved by the Slavic spearmen composed of Novgorodians.
The once terrifying spear wall rushed over, and nearly 800 spearmen formed a wide striking surface.
The exhausted Danish mercenaries and Gotland warriors were panting and exhausted. The warrior could use his sword or ax to deflect one or two spearheads, but more spearheads came one after another. He only needed to be hit once to lose his combat effectiveness on the spot.
It can be said that in Otto's past combat experience, he felt that advancing and fighting with a shield wall was the best infantry tactic in war. Through this decisive battle, those Slavs who were dismissed as cowardly farmers turned into terrifying enemy-killing monsters.
He saw keenly that one spearman was weak, and eight hundred spearmen united to become a hedgehog, and the result was what happened now.
"Stab me! Leave your companions alone! When you see the enemy in front of you, whether they are women or children, they are all Varyag warriors!"
"We are no weaker than them, honorable men, stab the enemy to death without mercy!"
"Imagine us hunting bears with spears in our hometown. We are hunting bears. Kill them for me."
Medvet continued to issue orders in Slavic. The large number of Russians at the moment could not understand the words of this unexpectedly powerful friendly force. Rurik, who had retreated to the rear, vaguely heard Medvet's yelling.
Rurik didn't want to say anything anymore. He took the shooter's flag team to rest on the battlefield full of war dead.
Soon, he saw the iron man covered in blood retreating, and Yevluo. How could this guy leave the battlefield?
Rurik was about to see what was going on when he saw his father withdrawing with his beard that suddenly turned red.
They didn't simply withdraw, because the fighting continued.
The enemy is no longer able to organize the death advance of the Slavic spearmen, and the Gotland warriors huddled in the encirclement are being killed with extremely high efficiency.
Some female warriors threw away their shields and swords, knelt on the ground covering their shoulders with their hands, and uttered words praying for their lives.
Unfortunately, these Slavic warriors couldn't understand it at all. The violence deep in their hearts had been completely aroused, and then several spears poked at them, killing the begging female warrior.
The two warrior banner teams defended their shield wall, constantly stabbing approaching enemies with steel swords and short spears. The Slavic spearmen in the back went on a killing spree, constantly causing death.
Some Gotlanders really doubt that this world is too unreal. Are the Russians just here to kill people? Do they have no other desire besides killing? Wouldn't it be nice to do business together? Besides, they were once in the same alliance. Could it be that the wealthy and powerful businessmen announced their betrayal of the alliance, and the people in the north would be hated by ordinary people?
Whether it's absurd or cruel, everything has no meaning.
Because, in the end, a Gotlander was stabbed to death by a spearhead, and the Slavic spearmen and the Russian warriors met in a very strange way.
They stood on the dead bodies of their enemies and looked at each other. There was not even a roar of celebration, but silence. They were simply "confronting each other". After an unknown period of silence, the spears held levelly stood up again, and the spear wall gradually turned into a terrifying forest.
"Glory!" Aric's eyes widened with anger and he raised his sword high.
"Glory! Ross!" Haro Zuosen roared with that old roar, and the soldiers began to beat their shields, and low whirring sounds came one after another.
Infected by this enthusiasm, the Slav spearman spontaneously shouted "Slava".
The Ross Army won! This coalition of three ethnic groups stood on the enemy's corpse and won their joint victory.
Hundreds of warriors burst into tears with joy. They knew that today's victory had changed too many things. In this battle, the military strength of the Gotlanders had almost disappeared. From now on, fishermen sailed the sea, and there was no longer a historic need to do so. Worried about the harassment of the Gotlanders, the Rus will become the masters of the huge sea! This means that they can control a small boat and boldly go to the warm and rich fishing grounds in the south to catch fish, and their future food security will be more secure.
More soldiers sat down, relieved of their burdens, and sat on the corpses of their enemies. They didn't feel any discomfort at all, and their eyes were narrowed, looking at the bright sun in the sky.
The sun is Sora, one of the incarnations of Odin. If a raven appears again at this time...
Sure enough, many soldiers saw the ravens falling into the nearby woods. Those black birds were so obvious.
The tired warrior looked relieved, because Odin had seen everything, and every warrior's fight must be vividly remembered by God, so that everyone would meet in the Hall of Valor one day.
Some soldiers began to clean up the battlefield spontaneously. They looked for wounded companions and killed the wounded of the enemy.
They caught some Gotland female warriors pretending to be dead, and then started to do their business without hesitation while laughing wildly, and finally stabbed them with a sword.
Because Otto, Duke of Ross, had no need of mercy. He, as the king of real power, needs to make Ross's enemies feel fear. Rurik now fully agrees with his father's thoughts. As a king, he now knows that he needs to let his tribe see "the ruthlessness of a king."
As for Otto, he doesn't need to worry about his soldiers at all. They will spontaneously clean up the battlefield, take what is available, and kill the remaining enemies with one last blow. On the contrary, if you ask them to stop, the order will be difficult to implement.
Now another major event is testing Otto and Rurik himself.
Haken, King of Gotland, lost his family, dependents, mercenaries, the support of his merchants, all his warriors, and Visby in the decisive battle.
Haken lost everything. He was upset about his last decision and just wanted to die quickly. Unfortunately, he was now kneeling in a pile of corpses, facing the Russian nobles as a prisoner, especially the "cute and cute" one. "Ferocious" Rurik.
Now, the north wind blew Rurik's flowing golden ponytail, and he pointed a steel-armed crossbow at the kneeling King of Gotland.
Otto was also present, and even the main commanders of the Russian army came.
The iron men stood in a row, with the steel wall as the background of the Ross nobles.
As for Haken, if he knew that the Ross army was so fierce, he would not choose to fight in an all-out manner. Instead, like the businessman who was killed by his order, he hurriedly fled with part of his wealth. As for the life and death of ordinary people in Visby, Then it has nothing to do with him.
Thinking of all this, he actually raised his head and laughed wildly at the sun.
"Is this man crazy? Arik." Otto, who was stroking the hilt of his sword like a god, asked his eldest nephew beside him.
"Maybe, Yevro's punch was very fierce." Arik was actually a little impatient, and asked the brother on the other side: "Rurik, what should I do with this person?"
What should the King of Gotland do? This is a good question.
Rurik hesitated briefly. From the corner of his eye, he saw the looks cast by his brothers, especially the gentle glances from his father. Everyone was waiting for him, as the military commander, to make the final decision.
Two months ago, the Saxon leader of Borgholm surrendered. Since the locals were generally Saxons, the Swedish king allowed them to surrender. Rurik did not object to the situation at that time, because the Saxons and the Rus had never had any interests. relation.
The Gotlanders are different. Since Hakon is a great king, he himself must be responsible for the past wars.
Rurik replied simply: "Kill! I will kill this man with my own hands."
This is undoubtedly the result that the onlookers in Russia want to see the most, because the future leader they eagerly hope to receive Odin's blessing is also a bloodthirsty and brave warrior. Because Odin is essentially the God of War!
Haken was not surprised when he heard his death sentence. He began to curse the sun and Odin: "The priest deceived me, Odin, aren't ten sacrifices enough? Shouldn't I be the winner of this war? I gave everything to you, and what did you reward me? ? It’s a defeat! I have nothing left.”
"Shut up! Stupid man!" Rurik shouted angrily, causing Haken to look sad and angry.
"You." Haken stretched out his right hand with difficulty and pointed at Rurik angrily: "You are the most despicable person, the most vicious person, a person who betrays his promise."
"You are defeated, Harkon. Clearly, Odin does not support you."
"Indeed, Odin also betrayed me. Sadly, I was betrayed by everyone."
The key members of the Ross tribe are all present, so Rurik might as well say something big: "So, do you know my name?"
"You? I do know the name of your relative Arik, the damn butcher Arik. As for you, you are also a butcher."
"You can only talk here. Let me tell you, I am Rurik, blessed by Odin, and the Duke of the Principality of Rus. God is on our side."
"Hmph! I always thought that your relative Arik was the leader of Ross. I never thought that you, as a child, could also be the leader?! It seems that your father is very confident about you." At this moment, Haken actually knew that Otto was Ross. Duke, but this Otto is obviously old. How could such an old guy have a young son? This is too strange.
Haken no longer wanted to speculate. He just wanted a quick death. Then he put on a stinking face that had been constipated for a month and yelled: "Arik the butcher, and Rurik the butcher. I curse you to fight against each other as brothers, and you will rise up." Dissension.”
Arik, who was instantly furious, raised his sword and cursed: "I love my brother very much, but you are a dying bull! I will tear your foul mouth to pieces so that you can't curse viciously."
Looking at Arik's blood-red eyes, Haken continued to curse: "You have brothers, you will not have disputes. I curse! Your descendants will have disputes, kill each other, fight for interests, and forget the family ties of the past. Even after a thousand years, your descendants will still have disputes..."
Apparently before Haken finished speaking his curse words, a heavy crossbow arrow had already penetrated his heart.
Haken looked at Rurik's furious face, as if he had a premonition of something, and slowly showed a smile. Then, Haken felt like the world was spinning and he finally fell into the pile of corpses, falling into the endless void...
The furious Arik shook off the blood on his sword, kicked Haken's headless body down with one kick, and spat at the head with closed eyes: "You are the despicable person, and you are trying to mobilize us Russians." Friendship." After saying that, Arik directly raised Haken's head and showed it to the tribesmen present, who burst into crazy laughter.
Unexpectedly, Otto angrily shouted: "Enough! The traitor who betrayed the alliance will say some alienating words, but it is just a boring conspiracy. Arik, find a spearhead to stick in the head of this villain, I will kill the coward who fled back to Visby Look, their king is dead. Let's get some rest and get ready to march into Visby and plunder."
"No!" Rurik hurriedly stopped his father from acting rashly.
"Rurik? You..."
"Dad! Now listen to my order. The whole army should rest, clean the battlefield, burn the bodies of the dead, and rescue our wounded."
"Huh? Shouldn't we take advantage of the victory and pursue it? It's still a little early now."
"Let the brothers rest and arrange everything according to the plan before the war. Remember, I must collect as much wealth as possible from them before I allow the brothers to rob it themselves."
Otto suddenly woke up and realized that in order to maximize the family's wealth and power, he should indeed follow this plan. He respected his son's decision and issued a ducal edict, all in accordance with the plan before the war. Of course, for the majority of soldiers, many realistic situations really force them to lack the motivation to pursue the so-called victory.
Anyway, the sea has been blocked by the fleet, and the escaped guys only need to stay in Visby and be killed. They are like turtles lying in pottery urns, and they can be taken by the Russian army at any time if they want.
