A magical scene occurred on the battlefield on the glacier. More than 200 people began to chase more than 600 people.
During this period, a large number of Covin people who fled were killed from behind. The dead no longer need to be ashamed of the scars on their backs, because they are already dead!
The next battle seems meaningless. Will Rurik show mercy? No! Immersed in the battlefield, Rurik's heart also fell into collective madness along with his tribesmen.
Everyone here is a mad warrior!
Even the servants of the Lord of Salmon were included. Even though those being chased were all members of the "Kewen" group, the leader Kehas felt that since they were desperately shooting arrows at his own people, , they are pure opponents.
Besides, now is the time to show loyalty to the Russians and fight bravely to defeat the Russians.
Rurik saw that even the servants followed closely behind the two hundred leather-armored berserkers and attacked fiercely. Why should he be merciful?
He gave orders to Jevro: "Take your crossbow and do your best to shoot all the fugitives. Kill all wounded and fallen enemies and show mercy."
In a sense, there was an element of mercy in Rurik's order.
And this so-called mercy is to make the enemy's injured no longer suffer pain and get a happy death.
After Yevro led a group of crossbowmen and completed a round of inaccurate long-distance shooting on the spot, Rurik suddenly thought of something.
"Yevlo!"
"Alas!" Yevlo, who was winding up the pulley rope, responded calmly.
"When the enemy runs too far, leave the pursuit to others."
"We..."
Rurik immediately pointed at Manchu The corpses of enemies on the ground: "Cut off their heads. When you encounter the dying ones, show mercy and then chop off their heads."
"This..." Suddenly, Yevro felt that his master had changed. Got to be unfamiliar. "That's why."
Rurik also had a cold face: "After this battle, we will continue to attack Gray Squirrel Hill Castle. We need new slaves, it is not necessary. Their lives. Go and collect the enemy's heads. I think those people will choose to put down their weapons when they see so many heads." "Master, are you asking them to surrender?" Yevro was a little surprised. asked.
"Exactly. I will convince the big leader that if they are willing to surrender and become slaves, everyone's lives can be saved."
Yevluo asked casually: "If they refuse What?”
“Kill those who can’t be used by me!”
Jevro nodded, but he still sighed: “You really look like a leader. "After that, Jevro looked at the Ross army who were fighting back wildly and saw them slashing the backs of the lone enemy. He led the crowd and raised the crossbow: "Raise!"
< p>The enemy has fled further, and evenGroups of people scrambled to climb onto their reindeer sleighs, eager to leave the land of trouble and chaos as soon as possible.Morale collapsed, and the retreat turned into a rout. It seemed that as long as the reindeer sleigh was controlled, escape would become easier.
Those well-trained reindeer did not panic because of the human war. Instead, they were the ones who escaped first. They beat the deer crazily with their whips, and some sleds ran rampant, causing the reindeer to run wildly. The relatively orderly herd became chaotic.
Of course, the Russians seized the opportunity of chaos and pursued them relentlessly. Fifty warriors were already chasing them all the way to the Kovin people's sled group.
Even so, a group of Covin people who had no time to escape lay on the snow, with horrific wounds bleeding trickling down their backs.
At this point, some Russians finally stopped fighting.
The Russians began to pull the reindeer's reins and discuss this huge victory with their companions. The seizure of a large number of reindeer sleighs has aroused the idea of managing them in many people.
Only three reindeer sleighs carried a mere twenty people to escape from the battlefield. Behind this small group of Kovin escapees stood the Russians whose armor was stained with blood and whose beards were wet and red. The fierce image, and the ice surface that became Yin Hong.
A large number of corpses were lying on the glacier, and the wounded who were still squirming were assassinated by the Russians.
The battle is over?
Otto was holding a bloody steel sword. He stood on a reindeer sleigh, surrounded by his warriors.
"Otto! Otto! Otto..."
Everyone shouted Otto's name with their mouths open, as if they were worshiping the great god Odin.
Rurik, his small figure strolls on the battlefield. Having seen the dripping blood, he would no longer be frightened by this horrific scene.
Is fighting scary?
Of course it’s scary!
Although Rurik originally hoped to use a more peaceful way to force his opponents to surrender. Obviously, his father and his clan members wanted to attack simply and crudely. This idea was very simple and very efficient.
Just like this battle, it was obviously a decisive battle with unprecedented military strength. The Russians themselves actually managed to kill no one and only a few people were injured, thanks to the excellent armor.
Of course some people in the Russian army died in the battle. They were just servants of the Salmon Lord tribe.
Not far away, my father was surrounded by warriors cheering.
Rurik took a few glances at the crowd over there, and saw his mercenaries staring coldly at them as they squatted down and beheaded their enemies.
A few small sleds have accumulated some balls, and it is self-evident what they are.
At this moment, Jevro, who looked solemn, wiped his bloody hands and approached Rurik.
"Master, we want to collect all the heads? Maybe the mountain god and river god will be angry about it."
Rurik heard it was ridiculous, but after thinking about it, he realized that Jevlo himself was a Finn.
"How can we see it?"
"Because." Yevluo paused, "Their souls are no longer complete, and they cannot return to their spiritual ancestors."
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"Lingzu? What is that?"
"It's like...an ocean. It's the sea of souls, the destination of the dead Fen people. You ordered their heads to be chopped off, They just..."
"Their incomplete souls are wandering in this world?" Rurik shook his head. He thought Yevro's words were ridiculous, "Then continue to chop! , I am the one blessed by our God. If the gods of the Finns are angry, then come! If the spirits of the dead are angry, then come."
"Since you insist. ..." Jevro said no more. Although he felt it was inappropriate, he continued to hold the axe, causing those enemies who died in the battle to continue to have their heads dismembered.
Of course Jevro knows that the Finns and the Covins have a very close relationship, and the languages of both sides are mutually intelligible. They were almost completely wiped out, proving the absolute strength of the Russians. This power was the first time Yevluo had seen it in his life.
Soon, Rurik's mercenaries had collected more than 500 heads, and their actions were finally noticed by Otto, who led the crowd to clean up the battlefield.
At first, Otto thought it was Rurik's mercenaries spontaneously venting their anger. It was not until he asked Jevro for details that he realized Rurik's crazy determination.
Otto's face suddenly darkened. He led more than a dozen people angrily to his son, and then grabbed Rurik's neck as if to break it.
"Are you crazy? Rurik, why did you give such an order! They have already died in the battle, do you really want to vent your anger?"
Rurik He was shocked at first, then his panicked expression quickly turned calm.
Otto was also shocked by this.
"Tell me, what do you want?!" After saying that, Otto let go of his hand.
Rurik, who was suddenly attacked and in great pain in his neck, pointed to the Gray Squirrel Hill Fortress that had not yet been breached and said without blinking: "Our battle is not over yet. We must capture that hill fort."< /p>
"Of course! I am returning with my brothers. We must knock down the mountain fortress before nightfall."
"I think so too. This time, I thought of it A plan."
"Oh?" Otto calmed down a little, and the look in his son's eyes showed that he was probably not lying. "What's your plan?"
Rurik then pointed at the enemy's head that had turned gray, "I don't believe the enemy has the courage to continue to hold on. They must be frightened. They must know what to expect. We have wiped out all the reinforcements. I want them to open the city gates in person, and the living people will kneel in front of us and beg us to spare their lives." "Like sparing those guys?" Otto said. Servant of SalmonFish Lord Tribe.
"Of course!" Rurik's attitude was still tough: "We pile up these heads or throw them directly into their walls. Yes! Throw all the heads over."
< p>"Then they are willing to be our slaves?""They will definitely do it. We should order them that the severed heads are the result of stubborn resistance, and we should also tell them that surrender will Get life support."
Otto found it a bit interesting. After all, his men were also very tired. If they continued to attack, they would suffer new casualties.
Otto still deliberately asked: "What if they resist stubbornly?"
"Kill!" Rurik said one word directly, and his determined eyes showed his decisive attitude.
"Ah~" Otto was both happy and emotional: "Any young man can always grow after a battle. Rurik, you have grown up. Now let's go! You can try it, Force them to surrender."
A large group of Russians dressed in bloody clothes, carrying their big bucklers and carrying their own steel swords or big axes, swaggered towards the previous battlefield.
Behind them, the servants of the Salmon Lord believed that because they participated in the coordinated battle, they had gained military exploits for the Ross people, and the promise of the Ross leader should be implemented immediately.
Kejas was in high spirits, because Otto agreed with Rurik's decision, the decisive battle was won, and his people were free.
The men of the Salmon Lord immediately considered themselves the victors. They were required to control all the reindeer sleighs left by Kewen's reinforcements and marched back to the battlefield outside the mountain fort.
The victorious people met up with a small group of stranded people and learned that the enemy did not take advantage of the chaos to jump over the wall and escape.
Otto frowned and murmured in his mind: "You obviously have a chance to escape, why do you just stay in your mountain fortress and wait for death?"
In a sense, the gray squirrel The last defenders of the mountain fortress, they were just sitting there waiting to be killed.
There are practical reasons for this!
All those brave warriors were killed by the Russians, and a group of others were injured by arrows. To make matters worse, the gray squirrel tribe was already short of arrows, and the Rus fired special short arrows. They could not understand what kind of bow could shoot such arrows.
The battle has lasted for three days, and it is already evening. If the winner is not decided today, the victory will be decided tomorrow.
The gray squirrel tribe lost most of its men and even many women. Those who survived huddled around the tribe's shaman, praying that reinforcements would finally arrive to defeat the invaders. It stands to reason that they have the ability to escape when the opportunity arises, but no one does so.
Because this is their home. For them, home can be given up, provided that the tribesmen work together to find a new settlement to settle down.
A group of wounded people need to be taken care of, and women and children who are on the verge of mental breakdown are also at a loss.
Leader MechaStar waited until his tribe was on the verge of collapse. The Varangians continued to hit the city gate, and a large wall collapsed. The appearance of reinforcements is like the haze of a snowstorm disappearing and the sun spreading its summer sunshine.
Really looking forward to the stars and the moon for reinforcements! Mechasta also followed the tribesmen to pray for a complete victory with reinforcements. The battle cries gradually dimmed. As a large group of people came in force, Mechasta, who had basically understood it, suddenly relaxed and Paralyzed on the city wall.
His son Terravis rushed to his father and tried his best to help the dazed Mechasta up.
Today, only twelve archers dared to stand on the wall. They were all hunched over, fearing that they would be killed by a sudden iron-clustered short arrow like their own kind. But as men with a sense of responsibility, they decided to follow their leader and fight to the death in the most dangerous place.
At this moment, the Russians formed a shield wall under the leadership of Otto. Everyone beat their shields with a strong rhythm while shouting the exact same slogan.
With such momentum, they have exerted powerful mental pressure on the gray squirrel tribe that was on the verge of collapse.
Otto's move was to build momentum for his son, because he could not guarantee that his son approaching the city wall would not be attacked by the enemy's cold arrows.
A pair of blood-stained chain armor was forcibly draped on Rurik's body, and the lowermost armor ring had reached Rurik's knees.
Ryurik's current clothes are a bit nondescript, and the weight of the chainmail also makes him very uncomfortable. After all, he has gained further defense.
Next, Rurik took a solid step with his special warriors.
More than 40 people broke away from the dense formation of the Russians.
Among them, the mercenaries led by Jevro all held loaded crossbows, waiting for opportunities to kill all enemies who tried to fight back.
The remaining twenty people followed closely, dragging sleds filled with the heads of the enemy's dead.
Rurik felt somewhat nervous. If the enemy suddenly showed up with a sharpshooter and fired iron cluster arrows, he would be seriously injured.
It makes sense to take risks at this moment, because Rurik feels that he is obviously a capitulator.
Many people on the wall just stretched out their eyes, including the Mechasta father and son. No one knew what these intruders wanted to do.
"Brothers, don't be impulsive, they don't seem to want to fight." Mechasta restrained several of his soldiers who were bucking strings.
Rurik finally stood up from behind the crossbowman, and his small figure instantly shocked the equally young Terravis.
"It's actually him?!"
"You... do you know this child?" Mechasta asked, and then completely denied: "How is it possible! That looks like It was a Varang kid."
"I knew him. I should have shot him. It seemed that kid was a leader."
"You missed your chance. nowIt's too late to say anything. "
"No! There is still opportunity. "After that, Telavis held the bow and picked up the last iron cluster arrow in his right hand: "Only arrows like this can penetrate their iron chain armor. "
But Tyravis's arrow-holding hand was held down by his father.
"Dad, you..."
"Don't be angry them. Mechasta whispered, "We continue to observe." You can only shoot if I ask you to. ”
The two were whispering, and suddenly they heard an understandable language spoken in a childish voice.
Rurik raised his chest and stood at a distance The city wall was only about thirty meters away, and he shouted: “You! Stop resisting! All your reinforcements are dead! Now you stop resisting and become our slaves and you will continue to survive. Otherwise, this is what will happen! "
Stop resisting? Become a slave?! All the reinforcements are dead?!
Mechasta knew that his people would not be able to hold on, and he also did not believe in the enemy's promises. .
Suddenly, a large number of strange things were thrown over the wall, and some of them fell on the scaffolding of the city wall, and were picked up by people waiting for an opportunity to fight back.
Mechasta ordered. His son took the furry thing over, even though he had a very strong premonition of it.
Telavis picked it up boldly, and then he immediately let go when he saw the hideous face of the deceased. , suddenly collapsed to the ground, and with a pale face, he pointed at the rotating head, "This... what is this?" People who died in battle? ”
At this moment, more and more heads of the war dead were thrown in, and the number was staggering.