Rise of Rurik

The gloomy wind hit the city head, and Stein, the leader of Boliholm, who rushed to the wooden wall, was so shocked that he couldn't believe it.

I saw that the rough sea seemed unable to stop the enemy ships, and the sudden enemy troops had landed and began to destroy.

Do not! They are attacking the fortress!

"Let... get the brothers ready! At least we'll keep the wall!"

He gave his subordinates death orders. At this moment of life and death crisis, no one dared to neglect him. At this moment of crisis, he could only pray for the solidity of the wooden wall.

Although the Saxons who lived here came across the sea, they ate a lot of money, and they started to build walls soon after they set up settlements on the island. In recent decades, the wooden wall has been repaired higher and higher, and its earth platform has become more solid. It's not at all a half-ass project like Fort Worth, it's more solid.

Due to shelter from the wind, the local Saxons had long since withdrawn to the fort.

Those Gotland mercenaries were also in the fort, and only the few Gotland fishermen who had not evacuated did they think of escaping when they saw that something was going wrong.

It's a pity that the slow ones have been killed by the crazy attackers.

It was clearly planned, like those renegades from Voskas, who should be the front liners. As a result, Karl was so eager to get credit that he couldn't care less, and simply led his brothers to be the main attack force.

In the face of the outrageous attack, the Gotlanders who did not have time to flee all became the undead under the sword of the Melalen army. The property they did not have time to take away, especially the very important jerky, was immediately captured by the Melalen people. . The greedy attackers who have obtained the treasure naturally stared at the fortress. Even if the wall was high, they were carrying the prefabricated battering ram, couldn't they still break through the damn wall?

Perhaps the Swedish coalition should reorganize the troops after the landing, and launch the attack according to the plan after lining up the front.

Today's chaotic attack is full of courage, but also without discipline.

Rurik couldn't watch their messy attack. "If this battle is under my command, I'd rather spend a little time arranging the army. Olegin, isn't it a death sentence for your people to charge the tower so forcefully?"

to death? Carl didn't think so at all. He felt that with just a few collisions with his battering ram, the enemy's wall would collapse, and the spoils would be all his own.

Some panicked Gotland fishermen, dressed in shabby clothes, dragged their families and rushed under the wooden walls of the fort.

now,

The leader with the spear, Stein, just looked helplessly at the refugees below.

They roared in despair and indignation, begging the door to leave a small gap.

But Stein just glanced at them again and shouted at the Gotland mercenaries who had prepared a group of stones and pottery urns on the city wall: "Brothers, they are here! Prepare to crush them!"

In this situation, the life and death of some people no longer matter, and even the Gotland mercenaries do not care about the life and death of their kin. Stein was no fool, he had ordered his Saxon warriors to use huge pine wood as a latch, and more pine wood leaned against the gate. The defense has been prepared, and without a lot of effort, it is impossible for the defenders to open the blocked gate, let alone let outsiders come in.

It seems that the defensive routine of the defenders of Borgholm is no different from the port of Voskas that was breached by the Swedish army.

Do not! After all, the Saxons were the group that fought against the Franks, and they really had some tricks in defending the city.

They caught seals, herring, and cod and boiled them in oil, of course, for sacrifices and daily lighting. But at such a critical moment, grease will become a Noble Phantasm to kill enemies.

More and more Melalen warriors rushed out of the wooden houses near the shore, and the battering rams they defended finally rushed under the wooden castle under the leadership of Karl.

"Ah! This thing is so towering, how is it different from what it looked like just now?!" Carl did not expect such a high wall at all. He gritted his teeth, despised the enemies who were eyeing the wooden wall, and immediately ordered an attack.

attack? How to fight?

The Melalen Army didn't have any long ladders, so they naturally couldn't climb a wooden wall about five meters high. Obviously, the core of the attack was to hit the wall with a battering ram.

The few archers in the Melalen Army shot at the people on the wall, and more soldiers held round shields and surrounded their battering rams, which required thirty people to carry them. Hit the wooden wall hard.

However, the gates of Borgholm's fortress barely moved.

"Haha! They can't knock the door open!"

Stein, who was originally worried on the city wall, was so surprised that his face was shaking. He next carded his arms, facing the brothers in the fortress, and shouted: "Our walls are indestructible, they will never be able to break through!"

The morale of the soldiers in the fort was greatly boosted.

A large number of stones and pottery urns fell from the sky, giving the Melalen army holding a wooden shield a slap in the face.

The battering ram rammed more than 20 times in a row, and the enemy's wooden wall seemed to be loose, and it seemed that nothing happened.

Just when Karl was screaming, there were thirty strong men holding battering rams (in fact, three thick pine wood bundled together), and they were exhausted and out of breath.

Suddenly, many people let go, causing the battering ram to fall directly to the ground.

"Prince, the brothers have just fought against the huge waves and heavy rain, and now they are going to attack the city again. Everyone is really tired."

The person who spoke was still Kraftegger, and looking at his face again, Carl suddenly thought that this guy had said similar things when the army attacked Voskas Fortress.

Carl's lips trembled and yelled: "You! You are a coward!"

"But, who would be happy to see us Melalonians being stoned by the enemy? Prince, didn't you agree to let those traitors attack? Why did it become our main attack?!"

"You!" For a moment, Carl felt that he had become a complete reckless man.

Through the gaps in the crowd, what he saw was indeed an anxious situation. Since the siege weapon only had the big wood at hand, all hope was of course pinned on the wood, but the continuous impact did not open the gap.

Carl didn't feel that his tactical weapons were not easy to use, it must be because the brothers were too tired.

"Let's go then! Let's go down and let the Voskas attack! Brothers, dodge with the battering ram!"

The Melalen army withdrew, and the warriors holding shields under the city ran away in a short time.

However, these "black-clothed warriors" rushing to the front line can be described as elites, and they have enough defensive power to make them have no losses in the first battle. Oh, it's just that there is no loss on the surface. Only when these fighters returned to the back of the stable and removed their armor would they find bruises on their arms.

It was like the thick solid wood wall of the Boliholm fortress blocked the battering ram, and the excellent wooden shield of the Melalen Army also ensured that the soldiers would not be directly killed by stones.

At this moment, Stein, who was standing at the head of the city, suddenly dissipated his worries. "Brothers, they really can't get in! We don't have to be afraid of anything!"

The people on the wall laughed, mocking the recklessness and stupidity of the attackers, not even a single enemy dead under the wooden wall. Yes, only the handful of Gotland fishermen who did not escape to the fort.

After all, the Melalen army had already mastered a certain amount of siege experience in the battle a few days ago, and they at least knew how to protect themselves under the wall.

Carl stepped back with a hint of frustration and went back to the king.

Olegin was not polite, and punched his son directly, which caused him a nosebleed.

Carl bowed his mouth helplessly, watching his father listen to the scolding in an atmosphere.

"You reckless man, did I ever order you to fight? You almost killed the main force of our army!"

Carl didn't want to justify his recklessness, so he whispered, "Father, these enemies are extraordinary."

"Then step back! Francis, now is your time to prove your loyalty!"

With Carl's tossing, the remaining soldiers of the Swedish army had a short rest. They lined up their camps. Only the Rus people were still watching the battle on the ships that were off the coast according to the contract.

The battlefield was far beyond the maximum range of all the long-range weapons of the Rus, and Rurik and the others could only serve as spectators, and they could see the failed siege of the Melalen army just now.

Otto watched the whole process and couldn't help but feel anxious: "Rurik, the enemy's wall is too hard, maybe these torsion slingshots won't work either."

"Yeah, then let's see what Olegin will do. I don't think they can break the city today."

"Then keep watching! We also have to prepare for support."

Rurik nodded and immediately ordered his men to prepare for landing. Given the apparent extraordinaryness of the battle, those steel-armed crossbows that were hidden were authorized for use.

The Swedish army on the shore was adjusted, and they lined up in a very dense formation, laying flat at the main gate of the fortress.

The defenders, who were still immersed in the joy of victory just now, continued their joy for half an hour. Seeing that the enemy had such a vast force, they were dumbfounded.

This time the leader, Stein, was anxious, "Those who boil oil, continue to cook for me! If they dare to attack, they will burn to death!"

The soldiers holding bows of the defending army all climbed to the top of the city, more stones were carried up, and more soldiers holding spears gathered at the back end of the gate. It is said that once the gate is broken, the attackers will be stabbed to death with spears. .

Stein felt that the enemy would attack in an all-round way, and his clansmen were also feeling the pressure. They don't even know the exact identity of the enemy, and can only pray to the gods they believe in to help them escape the crisis.

Realistically speaking, the defenders have the greatest hope. They have never been afraid of siege. The fort is their granary (filled with dried fish), and there are many wells in the fort, which are all fresh water. They can hold on for a long time, and how can the enemy continue to surround it? When the Danish friendly army finds out that the situation does not send troops to support, won't the problem be solved?

He did not put his hope completely on the support of the Danes. No matter how strong the friendly forces were, their support would take time. For some time to come, the Saxons of Fort Borgholm had to rely on themselves, and even those Gotland mercenaries were not so reliable.

Reliable and unreliable, Stein did not want to die in large numbers of his own people in the war. Those Gotlanders who took the money should perform their mercenary duties, so these people stood at the top of the city in large numbers.

What can the Gotland mercenaries have to say, they soon saw a group of ragged people walking among the enemies lined up not far away. They were on guard.

At this moment, Rurik in the distance stretched out his hand and called out, "Look, the Mellaren Army is attacking again?"

Otto's big hand was on his son's head: "It's strange. I think those are those people."

"Ah? It's them?"

"It's them...it's their destiny."

Yes, the attackers were the fishermen of Voskas. They had just experienced a near-death voyage, and the landing was not stable, and now they would give their lives to the Swedish army.

Under the leadership of the surrendered Danish mercenaries, especially Francis, the Voskas jointly carried the battering ram and charged towards the wooden door. They know how to build walls, know how to build doors, and naturally know where the weaknesses of doors are.

Any door is afraid of hitting, and some fishermen are actually familiar with Boryholm, and some people even enter the interior of the fort built by the Saxons. Once, they came for the purpose of business, but now it is a crazy attack.

As aggressors, the Voskas' weaponry is abysmal. Dressed in thin clothes, they charged with pitiful harpoons, spears, and logging axes, and makeshift shields made of wooden boards.

If anyone inside is well equipped, it must be the renegade Danish mercenaries, but unfortunately their number is only 30.

These last surviving Danish mercenaries boasted a lot of martial arts, not knowing that they would fall prey to some kind of secret weapon.

There were more than 300 people who launched this attack, and the King Olegin in the rear had already planned it. These guys were like some kind of sacrifice. They desperately slammed into the gate, and then the coalition soldiers rushed forward, and the victory was just before dark. Take down.

Finally, the battering ram slammed into the gate again, and the fishermen began to equip themselves desperately, and they were naturally greeted by a slap in the face.

Francis clenched his teeth and shielded half of his body, knowing that the attack was difficult.

He was protected by a wooden shield and chain mail, and those Voskas fishermen had been smashed by rocks and crock pots and were seriously injured!

More than a dozen people have already had their skulls smashed by stones thrown by the defenders at the city head, and their temporary wooden shields are useless. The short spears and harpoons they held were meaningless in the face of the towering wooden walls, but instead became the target of wanton attacks by the few archers in the defending army.

However, there was a sudden commotion at the top of the city, and the excited leader of the garrison, Stein Saxon, and more than 20 soldiers under his command actually walked up the wooden wall along the slope. Together, the Saxon warriors carried wooden sticks over their shoulders, from which hung a clay pot filled with hot fish oil.

"Haha! Brothers, now let these idiots see how powerful we are! The first jar, pour it on me!"

Some Gotland mercenaries wrapped their hands in extremely thick sackcloth, then carefully held up the hot clay pot, and then the hot oil fell from the sky, giving a terrible blow to the Voskas fishermen who were struggling to hit the wall under the city.

The person who was severely scalded in an instant simply threw the battering ram in his arms, and the impact stopped in an instant.

Then the second can, the third can...

Francis felt that the big thing was bad at first, but he had no time to worry about others.

People in armor under the city naturally became the key target of attack. It was difficult for bows and arrows to penetrate their armor. What about hot oil?

A jar of hot oil was poured directly onto Francis, and the 200°C fish oil penetrated into his chainmail and into the linen lining inside, instantly causing a deadly burn!

It wasn't over yet, and another jar brought him a purgatory horror experience.

Francis, who was covered in hot oil, subconsciously wanted to break free from the chainmail. He grabbed the belt indiscriminately to try to free himself, and rolled on the ground again. Unfortunately, his companions had already started to escape!

The sudden hot oil scalded more than 20 people, and the damage did not seem to be high.

But wait! The input of hot oil broke the momentum of the attackers. They were already full of flaws, and they even forgot to protect themselves with a wooden shield.

More people were crushed to death. While struggling, Francis was suddenly hit in the head by a piece of granite. He struggled and stopped completely.

The Swedish coalition forces watching the battle saw a terrifying scene not far away!

"What did they spill? Hot water?" Karl exclaimed.

Olegin shook his head and bared his teeth: "Whatever it is, the Voskas have been defeated! Damn it, today is really not the day to siege the city. We will camp here and wait for the weather to improve before we fight!"

"But..." Carl was still angry, he just finished the victory before dark.

Olegin grabbed Carl's neck and ordered: "We'll know the situation when they withdraw. You, send me to call all the Rus people. It's hateful, this time we really need them to be confusing. Shame archer."

"But what if those guys who are good at archery compete for our spoils?"

"Then let them camp far away, so that they can never rob them in person. They just need to provide us with support!" Olekin said angrily.

In fact, Olegin has realized that the special equipment of the Rus people has made the archers who were once limited in use become the elite of killing the enemy. Just because of tradition, warriors still like to fight in close quarters to get the so-called honor.

Since the enemy had used some terrible weapon, Olegin didn't bother to care about traditions. When the general offensive is launched after the rest, the archers of the Rus will be a strong support for the coalition forces.

However, the Russ army can't be too close to the coalition camp, they should camp farther away. Olekin is to guard against them. The so-called Rus people should not participate in the distribution of the spoils after the city is broken, and they should not grab any spoils of war. They can only get a little bit of rations "rewarded" by him to support the follow-up operations. .

A contract is a contract, and Olekin felt that the money owed to the Rus should be returned after the wheat was harvested.