The false king John is standing at the top of the city. Now he has no intention of visiting Queen Anna again. Look at the current situation. As soon as the messenger left, there was nothing more to say. The barbarian bonfires were like stars, and the entire Bamburgh had been surrounded. Surround.
Looking at the posture, he believed that the enemy refused to negotiate and intended to attack Bamburgh in daylight and kill everyone.
Just destroying Bamburgh? These barbarians have destroyed Edinburgh, then Lindisfarne, and now Bamburgh!
Suddenly, John felt that his actions over the past few days were really ridiculous, just like the description of the end of the world in the Book of Revelation. The so-called devil came to the world to destroy everything. Before the destruction, people had wanton sexual intercourse and killed everywhere.
Isn’t this what’s happening in Bamburgh these days?
The more I looked at those bonfires, the more frightened I became.
John hurried down the city wall, squeezed into the already overcrowded Bamburgh Abbey, and knelt down to pray to the icon.
He prayed to God to forgive his sins, and prayed that he could defeat the enemy tomorrow and persevere to force the enemy to run out of supplies and evacuate.
As for moving reinforcements to York! John, who felt guilty, knew that he had no right to do this. His power had not been officially recognized. In the current situation, who would dare to be a messenger?
The outside of the city has been completely surrounded by barbarians, and Bamburgh is an isolated city.
The people in the city prayed for a miracle. Seeing the enemy's formation, the defenders suddenly lacked confidence in the future battle, but they still had to fight.
The fight was not for John at all, but for his own survival.
But they didn't know that King Aenred, who was rumored to be dead, had changed his attitude and was standing in the dense bonfire below the city.
In the early morning, thick fog filled the whole world.
Rurik woke up in the wet. After complaining about the humid climate in Britain, he had to get up.
He moved to the nearest campfire, used the flames to dry off the moisture from his body, and chatted with his friends before the wheat was cooked.
The sun gradually dispersed the morning fog, and the Viking army finally revealed their true colors.
Two carts were put together, some newly cut pine trunks were quickly piled on the cart, and a siege engine was being quickly built.
The four torsion slingshots and all the bull trebuchets are being debugged. After debugging, they will be moved to about a hundred meters away from the wooden wall of Bamburgh. Then one after another people brought throwing objects such as stones and javelins and placed them next to the heavy weapons.
Looking at the formation, not only the fighting Bamburgh defenders, but also the Balmoks and Shetlanders themselves felt that Boss Naururik had changed his mind and wanted to storm the city.
People who had eaten wheat felt full of strength. They roared at the wooden walls, sometimes hit wooden shields with axes to make noise, and some people blew horns.
The Vikings made a lot of noise again, shocking the Bamburgh defenders to pick up their weapons.
John in the city began to assemble his soldiers, but faced with a large number of soldiers with dull eyes, trembling spear hands, and even wet pants, this army could defend the victory.
Although Queen Anna was able to confer the title of Palace Prime Minister, anyone who understands knows that this title is not legal at all. It was just that when the enemy was approaching the city and the defenders were unable to find help, the soldiers supported such a figure as the commander.
As for having brothers supporting John become a thing of the past in the future, he would at least need a clear major victory.
"The battle is about to break out. John, remember. We will support you as king only if you lead the brothers to win." Some cavalry soldiers did not give John any respect. His words were straightforward, and the meaning behind them was very clear.
Seeing John's silence for a moment, another infantry centurion shouted: "If we are defeated, everyone will die. If you show cowardice in the battle, everything will be over."
"Yes! If you dare to be cowardly, we will...just kill you!" Another soldier yelled.
The situation gradually became very delicate. Regardless of their mentality, the re-armed defeated soldiers at least showed courage on the surface.
John really couldn't say anything high-spirited. There were thousands of women and children in the city. Although there were two thousand troops, only five hundred people could really fight.
He bravely climbed to the top of the city, and the horrifying sight almost made him fall.
Looking at the approaching enemy, the warriors holding bows and spears on the city wall were all trembling.
The Vikings themselves did not have many troops, but Rurik set up a relatively wide formation.
At the far seaside landing site, thick green smoke was rising there, giving the defenders a terrifying possibility. Perhaps this force was just a vanguard, and there were a large number of enemies eating on the seaside.
The Balmok Vikings were arranged in a thin shield wall, their bodies guarded by heavy weapons at the ready.
Rurik never gave up forcibly attacking the city. If his plan to persuade him to surrender failed, he would resort to violent means.
Persuading him to surrender was not his first choice, and even if it turned into a strong attack, the attack should have some new tricks.
Rurik looked up at the people on the city with squinted eyes, turned around and shouted to the King of Broken Arms: "Now, you take your people to seize your own power. If you can dissuade the defenders from killing the king, start again If the city surrenders, I will definitely comply with the agreement."
"Okay! I will. But..." King Eynred paused for breath; "If you don't follow the agreement, God will definitely punish you."
"Really? Maybe. You don't have a choice now."
Eynred really had no choice. He finally had more than seventy tired and frightened warriors.
The Viking line moved out of the way. Eynred held his own sword. Behind him, the trembling messenger Jacques held a tattered kingdom flag. Two priests held a temporary cross tied with branches. About seventy people only held sharpened swords. The warriors of the stick followed closely behind.
Where is an army here? More like a group of beggars escaping famine.
However, quite a few people still wear orange-colored clothes and their already tattered outfits still prove that they are warriors of the kingdom.
These people followed Eynred, daring to approach the wooden wall.
At this moment, the defenders on the city wall witnessed the wonderful sight displayed by the enemies below the city, and they were all speechless and at a loss.
"Am I dazzled? Why do those people look more and more like our people?" John felt more and more incredible as he muttered to himself, until he saw a one-armed sword-wielding man under the city.
Not only John, but also a group of regular soldiers of the kingdom saw a familiar person.
That man! Even though he lost his gorgeous clothes and even lost an arm, his face looked like that of King Eynred!
Is the king still alive? Or is he simply a man who resembles a king?
Aynred had no time to worry about the suspicions of the people in the city. He raised his sword high and shouted: "I am Aynred! King of Northumbria! I order you to open the city gate!" "
As soon as these words came out, the people in the city wall were shocked and speechless.
Seeing this, Eynred kept shouting, as if he was afraid that the other party wouldn't understand.
He walked down the city with his sword raised, shouting: "Open the door quickly! I am your king! I am Eynred!"
They were all his subordinates and ministers, but their indifferent behavior made Eynred feel more and more isolated.
Feeling terrified, he finally raised the city head with his sword and yelled: "John! John who betrayed me! You are trying to seize my throne! Just warriors of Northumbria, kill the rebels! Open the city gates. ! Don’t worry, these Vikings are my reinforcements who have moved to take back the throne. Help me kill the false king. If you are a farmer, you will be exempted from all taxes in this life! If you are a warrior, you will be promoted to a baron immediately!"
Not to mention, Eynred’s words touched the hearts of many people.
John was indeed a usurper. When he felt guilty, he felt that the soldiers around him looked at him with ambiguous eyes, as if his head gave them a certificate of meritorious service.
But wait, those barbarians are clearly murderous devils.
When you have just grasped the power and are about to show your ambitions, how can it be taken away by the suddenly "resurrected" king again? If you give up now, you are waiting to be liquidated, and the outcome will be death by torture.
John made a determined decision and drew his sword and pointed it at the king below the city. At this moment, he was sure that the man with the broken arm was Eynred. Unfortunately, he was clearly a nobleman that he had to serve with his life, and now he had to die.
He thought of an excuse and shouted: "Fighters of the kingdom! Our king is dead! Now the devil under the city has resurrected a dead body. He is tricking us into opening the city, and then everyone will be killed!"
As soon as this statement came out, many superstitious people were tricked by John into believing it to be true.
John directly gave the order to shoot arrows: "Even if it is the king, he has made a contract with the devil. The king sold his soul and sold us. Eynred is a traitor to the kingdom. Archers! Shoot arrows!"
A very simple reason. After opening the city, who can guarantee that barbarians will not rush in and kill everyone? The defenders were all aware of the armed situation in the city. Bamburgh seemed to have a large number of people, but it was actually a small group of soldiers and a large number of sheep.
More than a dozen archers fired their arrows without much thought. They focused on Eynred. It can be said that this old boy has been fighting for half his life. Although he broke an arm, his ability to dodge has not been lost.
He rolled his body to avoid all the arrows, clutched his sword and fled towards the Viking camp.
The people following him also ran for their lives. The priest, who was supposed to maintain his dignity, simply threw away the makeshift cross made of wooden strips and fled in panic.
Three unlucky guys were hit by arrows. Two of them escaped from the danger zone with arrow wounds. The most unlucky one was killed on the spot by a coincidental sword sealing his throat.
Aynred held the hilt of the sword, standing in front of Rurik, hunched and panting.
Whether he admits it or not, it is clear that his plan to seize the throne with one mouth has come to nothing. Looking at the current situation, if this group of Vikings were mainly trying to get money, food and slaves, John the Usurper was just trying to draw wages from the bottom of the cauldron.
Once you think this way, the group of barbarians in front of you are no longer simply barbaric.
Rurik looked at the city wall with a dull face: "I expected this to happen."
The grief-stricken Eynred looked like he was about to crush the hilt of his sword, and he thought that he should indeed cooperate with the barbaric Vikings. "The whole of Bamburgh is a traitor! Help me take back the throne, and you can take everything in the city!"
Hearing this, Biyongni, Geiger and others were all moved.
Rurik, however, remained rational. He patted Eynred on the shoulder: "King Northumbria, it seems you still haven't figured out the situation! When did I promise to help you regain the throne? However, the current situation It has definitely changed.”
That's all, he yelled: "Brothers! Prepare to attack the city! Remember, anyone who resists must be killed! Those who give up resistance will spare their lives."
The order has been issued, and the Vikings immediately made big moves.
Perhaps from the beginning, he should not have been dawdling with the King of Northumbria, causing the army to waste the Vikings' mobile surprise.
But it's okay, the army took a rest and is now very confident in breaking the city in one fell swoop.
The Vikings began a siege. In this battle, King Aynred of Northumbria became a complete spectator.
What happened next shocked him.
A large number of Viking warriors armed with huge bucklers protected most of their bodies and slowly approached the wooden wall in a relatively neat formation.
Behind them are some people carrying long wooden ladders. It is obvious that the Vikings intend to climb up the ladder.
Perhaps climbing the ladder is only a non-important one among the many methods. The highlight is the four-wheeled wooden cart loaded with wooden bars. A powerful and heavy vehicle has the tendency to break through the wooden door.
The Vikings’ projectile weapons are unleashed! Now Eynred finally understood what kind of blow he had suffered on the beach.
Are these weapons that fire rocks? It looks like a combination of rope and wood, but it can launch rocks to a long distance?
And their strange bows. So where is the bow? Is there any bow in this world that can be fired while lying down? etc? Are the bow arms still made of iron?
The Balmoks once knew nothing about siege warfare. Since entering the British Isles, they have learned to fight in battles. Now these hundreds of people have become masters of siege warfare. As the saying goes, the strong men who survived the first battle became veterans, and the veterans who survived the second battle directly became elites.
For these Balmoks who were attacking the city, this battle was already their third siege.
Rurik used the same tactics he used to command the Russians to siege the city, and used them to command these people.
The battle went very smoothly. The Bamburgh defenders, who had poor strength and lack of long-range weapons, tried to prevent the enemy from climbing the city wall by shooting arrows and throwing stones and pottery jars. However, the city wall quickly became a hell on earth.
The Shetlanders were always afraid of death. They were ordered to throw arrows from the rear to support them, which objectively suppressed the defenders at the top of the city.
Bull trebuchets hurled stones into the city indiscriminately, and the effect of creating panic was more fatal than killing the enemy.
As for the torsion slingshot, it was a heavy-duty sniper equipment. Some of the defenders at the top of the city had their heads blown off by conical cast-iron bullets under John's nose.
John felt that this was his fate and defeat was inevitable. He hurriedly pulled down the wooden wall, but unexpectedly his shoulder was hit by a stray arrow.
"Ah!" He fell heavily to the ground and pulled out the arrow with all his strength.
"Hell, my mail armor can't protect against this?"
When he took a closer look at the arrow cluster, he saw that the long and sharp iron arrow cluster was indeed not an arrow from his country. He suddenly understood that these arrows were made by barbarians to break armor.
Although the city gate was bolted, the violent vibration was like a hammer hitting his heart.
John knew a backdoor way to escape. Even if there were enemies on all sides of the city, staying in the city would lead to death.
Royal power? Possessing the queen's body? wealth?
forget it! It's important to escape now.
Ignoring the injury to his shoulder, he randomly found a piece of wood and fastened it to his head, and fled towards the back door despite being attacked by arrows and stones.
As everyone knows, some soldiers have been watching John's actions.
Just as he was approaching the back door, more than a dozen Kingdom soldiers rushed up and knocked him to the ground with a sap.
When John was pulled up by his hair, in extreme pain, he saw the queen with the little prince Ella, standing in front of him with a dull face.
Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance.
It's the gate! The siege truck knocked open the wooden door, and with roaring shouts of killing, the Vikings with their battle axes held high rushed into the city.
But Queen Anna had no fear at all. She regained her former arrogance, raised her boots and stepped directly on John's head, pressing his head into the black soil mixed with feces and urine: "I already know everything. My king has come back, I No more compromises. You are not the palace prime minister, let alone the king! Now, I want to hand you, the usurper, to the king’s disposal!”
