Although the fierce battle was not satisfactory, the Russians still defeated the enemy.
The Russians were immersed in the joy of victory. Blue Fox wiped the condensed blood on his face and accepted the respect of his subordinates.
"Sir, you actually kill the enemy like a warrior." The old mercenary's respect was sincere.
The battle just now frightened Blue Fox, and now the fire spreading not far away made him even more worried.
"Kill an enemy and my sword is still down there," he complained.
"It doesn't matter. Let's jump down along the rope to replenish the swords of those who are dying, and then fish out the master's sword."
"Then go quickly. We also have to prepare some measures to deal with their new attack." Blue Fox Lingran said.
No one from Ross was killed in this battle, and of course the opponent's casualties were not many.
It is ridiculous to expect a group of farmers and traders who have been mobilized to rob to work unconditionally for gangsters and foreign bigwigs. They can be masters of fighting against the wind. When the attack is thwarted, life-saving is naturally their top priority.
More than thirty people were lying under the wooden wall. Some of them were still squirming hard, or were still covering their wounds despite being weak.
The Ross mercenaries, whose robes were covered with dust, jumped down, like a group of white demons seeking life, holding steel swords or short spears to stab the people lying on the ground. The injured were killed, and the body of the deceased was still stabbed to pieces.
They sweep the battlefield looking for all available weapons, especially the arrows they fire.
In fact, everyone felt strange from the beginning of the fierce battle. This group of Danes suddenly set up a rainbow military formation. Why did they not shoot arrows to cover when they attacked? The Ross mercenary felt that the matter was very strange, and strongly suspected that the opponent deliberately hid his archers.
His men were exploring under the wall, throwing available weapons into the wooden wall.
Blue Fox observed all this. He squinted and especially saw the damaged wooden pole, and couldn't help but sweat. He shouted to his subordinates under the wall: "The wall is damaged, bring the enemy's corpses over and reinforce it!"
Everyone under the wall was ordered, and the bloody corpse became a kind of soft brick and stuck to the damaged part of the wooden wall. When rigor mortis occurred, it was difficult to move.
Some of the arrows were broken, but most were still reusable. The Russians tried their best to recover their own arrows, and saw more than fifty short spears left on the battlefield, planning to use them as throwing spears.
There were far more weapons seized than dead bodies on the ground, and the enemy was beaten to the point of losing their armor?
It was getting late at night, and the Russians, who were worried about the enemy's night attack, were still guarding the wall. The rising north wind made these defenders instinctively aware of the danger.
Blue Fox got back his steel sword. Unfortunately, the haze began to appear in the afternoon. The sunset in the evening did not exist, and he could not see the beautiful reflection of the steel sword. However, the flames not far away still made the sword extremely shiny.
They lit a bonfire in the small courtyard and cooked oats in urns on the spot.
Soon the aroma of wheat filled the Ross Store Fortress. The salty wheat porridge with wheat mixed with oats and chopped salt and thyme was the best way to replenish everyone's energy.
The dinner was really delicious. While the brothers were enjoying their meal, some people started to worry.
An old mercenary sitting on the ground doubted whether the next battle would be meaningful: "Their strength exceeds our expectations. If the prince is here, thousands of people will be dispatched to fight with them. We only have ninety people. Continue If this continues we will die fighting."
"It doesn't matter if we die in battle. But do you really want us to retreat quickly?" The old mercenary who had always advocated melee combat was full of energy.
"Is it right to retreat? There are no valuables in the shops, and there are no treasures to hold on to. The weather is starting to get bad, and the effect of our rocket launchers is very good. The fire is still going on. We should take advantage of the chaos to evacuate. This is an opportunity. "
"If you want to retreat, retreating now will harm my honor. My guys and I want to kill more enemies. What does it mean to kill more than thirty enemies now?"
"But we have created enough chaos and the enemies have now withdrawn."
"That won't work either." The old guy who was in charge of hand-to-hand combat said arrogantly, "I want to kill those armored and mounted enemies with my own hands, kill their generals, and offer my head to the prince."
The words are really grand, but people with clear minds don't think this is feasible.
The mercenaries all know that their small victory is nothing to brag about. Brothers have seen the big world and know what it means to have corpses everywhere, but what does this mean?
Blue Fox was sitting by the campfire, and now his gorgeous clothes gave way to armor. He assassinated an enemy today and was called a "real warrior" by his subordinates. Maybe! After he calmed down and thought about it, he felt scared, but the fear of fighting had been eliminated a lot.
The mercenaries were unconsciously divided into two groups. Although there were ninety subordinates, they were actually divided into three "ship groups." One "ship" supports continuing the fight, while the other "ship" hopes to give up when things get better.
They hope that the blue fox will come up with an idea, but the blue fox is also ambiguous now.
The attitude of the key third "ship", Vady Zdalovich and his guys, becomes crucial.
"Wadi, what do you think of today's battle?" Blue Fox deliberately asked the wheat-eater's attitude.
"Very good, we're getting revenge."
"That's it? Are you... eager to keep fighting?"
"We brothers would rather die in battle and try to kill an enemy together before we die to avenge their destruction of our village."
"You are not Odin's warrior, there is no need to fight like this." Blue Fox was slightly curious.
But Wadi was very happy: "We just want revenge, thank you for giving our brothers a chance."
"But if we evacuate now, you will have more opportunities for revenge in the future."
"No! Brothers can't wait any longer. We are eager to kill another batch of enemies."
Blue Fox nodded, and now there were the most calls for continuing the fight. For him, he can take advantage of the bad weather and fire to retreat, and if he continues to hold on to prepare for war, the logistics supplies can also be maintained.
"Then continue to waste time here." He gave a clear order. "This is the path we have chosen. If I die in battle, it will also be my fate."
At this moment, the little fat guy Blue Fox began to believe in Odin.
The flames continued to burn in a nearby area of sheds, and the northerly wind that began to blow after dark began to intensify the fire. If there was no wind, the fire would not spread very widely, but the situation began to change at night.
The north wind gradually became fierce, which dealt a greater blow to the defeated troops who retreated to a safe area to rest.
Stade was furious at the unauthorized retreat of the bandit troops and the temporarily recruited peasant soldiers. He gathered the gang leaders and cursed them mercilessly.
The scolding didn't matter, there were gangsters who quit on the spot.
His so-called subordinates lost more than 200 people at once, and Stad had no intention of obstructing him, because he had already said harsh words: "You run away! When King Horik's army comes, we will punish you cowards." .”
Those who should evacuate still have to evacuate, because the cold north wind has become warm, but this warmth may turn into scorching heat.
The gray wolf Carl also wanted to retreat. He was afraid that the area he was in would be engulfed in flames. He is a person with a bigger goal. Who is Stade? He has a lot of troops but is incompetent in organization. Is he considered a master? Waiting until the new king Horik arrives to curry favor with the king, this has a better future than currying favor with Stade.
Karl endured Stader's insults and said casually with an attitude that it had nothing to do with him: "Originally I wanted to withdraw, but now I have changed my mind. I want to continue attacking the Russians."
As soon as Stade said this, he stopped scolding him and demanded instead: "Many people are running away. You can ignore your fellow gangsters. The conscripted farmers, you do your best to drag me back. If you dare to run away again, you Kill directly!"
Gray Wolf Karl was a little surprised. Killing escapees in order to maintain military morale was something Karl had never done before, and he didn't even understand it.
However, he saw with his own eyes that Stade's armored warriors began to take action, and it would be inappropriate not to take action himself.
The gangsters who were the first to evacuate saw the situation change. They saw the troops under the new king of Denmark killing their own people. They were shocked and feared that they would also be slaughtered. They shouted that they had been fooled. The so-called Horik man was definitely still alive. Hafgen, who was worse off dead, immediately ran for his life at full speed.
Some of the armed farmers who wanted to evacuate were assassinated, and the corpses lying in a pool of blood under the blazing flames completely shocked other farmers.
Stade used violent methods to stabilize the morale of the army, but the flames continued.
He did not allow the birds and animals to disperse, but if they stayed still, everyone would be engulfed by the flames. He led his army to actively avoid it, and began to worry that the fire would really engulf the entire Hedebe.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that something new happened again.
It rains at the end of midsummer. This is Northern Europe, and rain means the temperature plummets!
First, the north wind helped the fire. For a while, what people felt was warmth. However, when the heavy rain fell, the restrained peasant soldiers got wet one after another. How could their thin linen clothes keep out the cold? Not to mention that there were a group of people who went into battle shirtless. Now they were all rustling. trembling.
When the fire became completely uncontrollable, a rain extinguished the possibility of burning the entire city.
The cold weather in the supermarket also brought discomfort to the Russian people, so they evacuated into the empty buildings of the shops. The wooden floors of the wood-cut corrugated buildings perfectly avoided the wet ground. They would not get soaked and could rest in a dry place.
No one believed that the enemy would attack in this kind of weather. A night attack was simply impossible on a cold, rainy day.
Oil lamps were lit in the house, and the mercenaries gathered together, making the entire large open house full of people. The body heat of everyone was enough to make the house quite warm, which was completely different from the coldness outside.
This rain had been foreshadowed for a long time. After all, during the day of the battle, anyone with a clear eye could see a dark cloud gradually coming from the north.
The weather in Denmark is like this, because there are no tall mountains running east-west. The central mountains of Scandinavia running north-south are like the diversion baffles of the Arctic cold current. As long as the north wind sweeps across Northern Europe, the Jutland Peninsula will be hit. This The arctic cold snap sweeps away the warmth in Denmark during the summer. What's worse is that this cold wave comes at the wrong time!
The restrained farmers couldn't help but tremble, and were extremely worried about their land purchase. It is almost the wheat harvest season, and this strong wind and heavy rain are likely to blow a large number of newly-eared oats and rye down, and a reduction in agricultural production is simply inevitable.
Farmers believe that natural disasters are related to the wrath of gods. They go home to see the condition of their fields. Even though they know that they are actually powerless, they don't want to spend time shivering here.
Those buildings that had just been burned began to collapse in the rain, and the empty wooden sheds that were not burning became shelters for soldiers. They looked for everything that could keep out the cold and persisted in the damp and cold environment, waiting for Stade's new attack order. .
So Stade doesn't want to seize the time and continue the attack?
He had no experience in launching an attack in the cold rain, and many of his subordinates were unanimously opposed to it. They said that fighting in the rain was too ridiculous, and the mud would make it difficult for soldiers to gain a foothold.
They had to endure it, and some worried that the Russians would take advantage of the bad weather to escape.
Escape? Where can I escape?
The sea is now very windy and rough, and people sheltering in various shelters hear only the sound of rain and violent waves.
Many people who fled knew that there was a war in Hedebe, but now they fled back, just to pull all the moored fishing boats to the shore and secure them to avoid the wind and waves. This measure is very limited. The ocean suddenly set off six-meter waves, and a group of fishing boats with keels were also repeatedly beaten by such waves and eventually disintegrated. Some fishermen who rescued the boat were swept into the sea and eventually became fish feed.
The cold wave will last for many days, and blue foxes have also experienced this situation in other areas.
The Russians continued to hide in their houses, and the rain continued outside.
There were also soldiers who were worried about the enemy's sneak attack and ran shirtless outdoors, where the temperature had dropped to 8 degrees Celsius. They climbed up wet ladders and wooden wall scaffolding to observe the situation outside. All they saw was the depressing fields and the gloomy Heidebi. There are indeed some people wandering around. They seem to be armed men, but they have no intention of attacking.
The people who ran out also had another task, which was to take off the twisted Russian flag hanging on the wooden pole, then unfold the flag that was full of water and stick it directly on the wall to show that the Russian people would not retreat. , continued to provoke the enemy with flags.
Is this provocation enough? Of course not enough.
More than thirty enemies who were killed were beheaded, impaled on wooden sticks, and stood on the previous battlefield.
The eyesight of the Nordic people in this era was very good, and a discerning person could see a group of ferocious heads standing abruptly even in rainy weather. There were flags and plugs. If anyone told Stadros that the people would evacuate in the chaos, he would not believe it.
"This is good. We have no chance to evacuate now." The person who was ordered to go through the alleyway to the exit to investigate the situation reported after returning.
Blue Fox and the other brothers are eager to learn about the situation in the sea. Now, Blue Fox just wants to hear a more detailed report.
"There are sea monsters in the sea now, and the water is very violent. I saw the waves destroying some ships. If we had decided to evacuate before, the ship would have capsized and we would all die. Only our Ross ship can withstand such waves. …”
The situation described by the scout is convincing. The brothers are not cages. Everyone can hear the sound of the violent waves. Even standing on the archery platform on the roof and looking into the distance, one can feel the strangeness of the sea.
As a result, even those who advocated evacuation have completely given up their ideas.
The blue fox looked up to the sky and sighed: "The rain is Odin's will! Brothers, we may have to use our lives as sacrifices to fight them to the end. Odin prohibits us from retreating, so we will die in exchange for the prince's revenge!"
Everyone looked at each other. They all smiled in relief...
