Youdao is a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. This time, the Swea Tribe Alliance, with its new identity as the Kingdom of Sweden, in the same bay and the same battlefield, wants to repeat what the Danish Gotlanders did. . Only this time, the invaders have become the invaded, and sooner or later those who come out to play will have to return. The Gotlander port town of Beiköping, built on the burning ruins of old Ostara, is facing as many as 4,000 people. Attack by a mixed fleet of men.
In terms of size alone, the strength of the Swedish coalition is comparable to that of the Danish coalition.
As the target of attack, the colonists of Norrkoping had a smaller population and weaker military strength. There are some tough guys among them, but unfortunately they are not Gotlanders.
Some fishing boats began to escape, and behind them were huge numbers of sails and rushing ships. Even some people with good eyesight couldn't help but rub their eyes hard. They couldn't believe what they saw, especially the ship with the huge triangular sail behind it, which was a human thing.
It would be great if the Danish army came, then maybe the Danish leader Hafgen finally decided to use force against those guys in Lake Mälaren. However, the visitors exhibited various characteristics that indicated that they were not Danes.
A few smart people have rushed to the beach, pushed the boat to the bay, and took their women and children with them to move deeper into Bullough Bay and hide in the inland lake area to avoid disaster. But there are also many people who are just out of their minds. They really naively think that only the Danes in the world can organize a huge army and fill the entire bay with sails. No matter how strange they looked, they must be Danes.
However, Carl, who stormed the beach with great momentum, faced more than thirty people drying fishing nets on the shore, as well as the large and small wooden houses behind them, and some of them just looked at the ants with contempt.
He drew his iron sword and shouted: "Melaren people, follow me! Destroy these Gotlanders!"
After that, he was the first to jump When he got down, he didn't care about the other party's shock and confusion, and began to kill indiscriminately. He has lost his humanity and only has the animal nature of a berserker. A large number of his men jumped from the ship, holding their battle axes high and roaring towards the unprepared residents of Norrkoping. Those who were stranded on the beach were knocked down one after another, and the remaining people fled in all directions.
All three longships washed up on the beach, and a hundred Melalen warriors launched the first round of attacks. Just behind them, a larger fleet was on its way to the beach, but it would take some time.
Finally, some Gotland men who had come to their senses gathered spontaneously.
They no longer have time to wear leather armor or mail armor. Now they only wear light leather clothes and cloth clothes, holding round shields and axes, and at most they wear helmets. They ran out of their wooden houses one after another, leaving the shivering woman holding her child behind, and devoted themselves to resistance, even if this resistance was very futile.
More than thirty Gotland lightly armed men rushed towards their port and were instantly confused in the face of the swarming enemies.
Karl opened his bloody mouth, pointed his sword at the other who suddenly appeared, and roared ferociously: "Brothers! Come on!"
There is no need for more nonsense, Karl The personal soldiers always received favors from their masters on weekdays, and now they were looking forward to the opportunity to show their loyalty. They rushed over with their battle axes and swords raised high. These people didn't even have time to organize a shield wall. They rushed to attack, fearing that their trophies would be snatched away by others.
How can a mere thirty enemies withstand the violent collision of nearly a hundred people? What's more, most of these people were wearing chainmail and were very strong.
The heavy wooden shields wrapped in cowhide and edged with iron sheets of the Mellaren army knocked the Gotlanders to the ground one after another, and then completed the bloody end with an ax and sword thrust.
It can be said that in the first wave of real beach battles, Karl's Malaren Army was a reckless vanguard and achieved a complete crushing victory.
Now, Karl’s eyes only have the desire for gold and silver. He firmly believed that there were many treasures hidden in the Gotland fishing village called "Norrkoping" in front of him.
Yes, who can deny that a settlement named after a trading stronghold is poor.
On the other side of the battlefield, Olegin was trembling with excitement as he watched his son's victory.
The remaining people of Mellaren are also very interesting. They all know that after the death of Origen, who is very young, Karl, who is fighting at the front, will be their second king.
"Karl! Karl! Karl!"
The people on the longboat were still paddling hard, and calling "Karl" in unison became everyone's new chant.
The shouts of the Mellaren Army aroused the excitement of the troops on the shore.
Karl’s face was stained with the enemy’s blood. He wiped it with his elbow, and carrying the bloody sword, he began to lead his men into the villages of Gotland and began his plundering feast. .
However, a spear suddenly protruded from the wooden house and knocked down many soldiers at once.
Before he could react, a group of ambush Gotlanders suddenly arrived, including even women.
They encountered a real head-on attack when they entered the village rashly. Suddenly, more than fifty sturdy warriors wearing full chainmail armor and iron helmets with only two small holes exposed rushed over calmly.
These guys don't look like ordinary unprepared Gotlanders. There are obviously many wooden houses with excellent construction in the direction they came from.
While the soldiers of the Malaren Army were still fighting the ambushers and gradually gaining the upper hand, who could have expected that a group of berserkers who were literally covered in iron would suddenly appear?
More than a dozen of Karl’s men were knocked down directly, and then were stabbed to death with spearheads or had their heads chopped open with axes.
"Brothers, don't panic. Let's gather together!" Karl yelled before the battle.
He himself was indeed not very panicked, but his men had never seen such a battle in their lives!
"Sir, we are ill-prepared! They are full of iron! "A soldier shouted in grief and anger.
"Idiot! Can't retreat! You are the strongest, you cannot embarrass me. ”
Karl wanted to resist, but his situation became more and more passive.
Just as the old guy on the ship advised Olegin, Karl’s troops went deep alone or became the target of public criticism. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a prophecy.
It can be said that the information was inaccurate, making the Mälaren army think that there were only Gotland immigrants in Norrkoping, and there were very few Danes among them. But how is this possible?
Karl still doesn’t know that he is encountering an elite force, even if there are not many "iron guys" here. Of course, it is for the entire Swedish coalition, but in the current local battle, the Danes and Gotlanders have more armed men than Karl.
Karl has to shrink his troops. He has already. He lost 30% of his troops, and although he caused several "iron guys" casualties, he suffered the greatest loss in the end.
More than 60 Melalen soldiers formed a circle with staggered round shields. As a protective barrier, he slowly retreated towards the beach.
Karl's sword was still bleeding, but his shield had been punched with holes by the enemy's axe. This was the second time in his life. It's such a mess today. The last time he competed with Ross's Arik, his life may be in danger this time.
When Karl landed, his men were all armed with short weapons and were good at "horseback". However, what they encountered was a true Viking heavy infantry. The long-handled battle axes of the Danes falling from the sky kept cracking the skulls of the Malaren army. Karl's retreat The road was full of bloody sorrow.
When everyone clearly saw the coast in extreme difficulty, their morale suddenly collapsed when they saw the approaching longships.
Karl only had more than thirty of his men alive, and they hugged him and ran away
Those "iron guys" pursued them vigorously, but when they saw the overwhelming number of ships, they were stunned for a moment. On the spot, he even subconsciously took a few steps back, but had no intention of escaping.
“What’s going on? ! Were they kicked out? "Olegin, who was standing at the bow of the ship, squinted and saw clearly his son's embarrassed appearance.
The Russian fleet has been closely following the Melalen people, Karl's embarrassed appearance, Rurik Everyone could see clearly with Otto, even the group of armed men who suddenly appeared and exuded a dark metallic color.
Otto used his warrior's keenness. , sensing something was wrong. He slapped Rurik's back hard, because he was nervous.
"Dad! What are you doing? "
"How is it? Think of a way to fire a few javelins to support? You see, those Mellarens were frightened by the enemy. ”
Rurik, who was already on high alert, was stunned for a moment. He relied on his ownJudging intuitively, the current position of the Aurora is about two hundred meters away from the waterline of the beach. At this distance, the ship should consider anchoring.
Rurik tried to think calmly: "Look, the Melalen people are rushing to the beach with all their strength. And over there, there are ships chasing their escapees. Dad, it was said in the agreement We shouldn't intervene."
"Bah! At this point, we are really sullying our status as warriors by standing still. Boy, do you think your javelin can hit the beach?"
Otto's face became extremely ferocious, and Rurik was startled. The wrinkles on this old face simply screamed "I am eager to fight."
No matter! These torsion slingshots have been tested. They fire crossbow javelins at the maximum elevation angle, or simply glass bullets. It is no problem to intervene in a battle more than 200 meters away, but the dispersion problem may be a bit troublesome.
Rurik gritted his teeth and immediately said to the envious and uncomfortable Yevlo on the boat (in fact, everyone wanted to go ashore to fight): "Install the javelin! Maximum angle!"
Soon, the Avora adjusted its sides to face the enemy. The three torsion slingshots on one side were all set to a maximum shooting angle of 45° based on their designed angle adjustment mechanisms.
Jevro roared in excitement: "Sir! Get ready!"
For a moment, Rurik didn't know that the line was wrong, and he yelled "Agon ". Of course, the Russian people present could not understand this word to describe "smoke from firewood" that only Novgorodians understood.
He saw Jevlo looking at him stupidly, and hurriedly yelled "hjuta" in Norse.
The three-seat torque slingshot responded to the order and launched the javelin, and only the buzzing sound remained in the world.
Relying on the friendly troops who were about to wash up on the beach, Karl and his embarrassed men finally stabilized on the bloody beach.
Unexpectedly, a whistling sound suddenly came from the air! People with excellent eyesight can see three lines moving rapidly in the sky, and the strange sounds come from them!
That is a special javelin launched by the Russians! They are actually large arrows with a slender pine shaft and a hardened wrought iron tapered spearhead. Its tail is made of two pieces of feathers bonded together. The feathers are deliberately slightly tilted to the central axis, giving the javelin crazy rotation in flight. The whooshing sound comes from the feathers' constant beating of the air.
Although this reduces its flight distance a bit, it actually ensures stability and wind resistance.
The so-called javelin only weighs one pound, and the Russians' torsion slingshot can launch this light weapon up to three hundred meters away. It is indeed light, that is, it is blessed with gravitational potential energy, and its strength is enough to hit enemies wearing cowhide armor.
Three crossbow arrows were suddenly inserted into the sand on the beach. They suddenly appeared with a strong whirring sound, giving those "iron guys" who didn't know what to do, a great fright.
In a moment, as many as five more javelins flew over!
They comeFrom other Russian ships, Rurik's order was passed to all ships through the shouts of his brothers. The only torsion slingshot on the ship immediately fired at the coast in a deterrent manner, or in other words, aimed at the approximate target.
This time the Russians' fire intervention was successful. A magical javelin focused on a guy who was at a loss. The cone-shaped spearhead hit the chainmail of an "iron guy" at an extremely fast speed at a large angle. The spearhead penetrated directly into the body and smashed it with great force, just like a big tree. Collapse!
Karl's bloodshot eyes widened as he saw the "large arrows" dropped by the divine soldiers from the sky and successfully killed the enemy.
At this point, no one among the "Iron Guys" was in a daze anymore. They left behind their dead companions and led all the Gotland armed men who had recovered to retreat.
Is it really the Russian firepower intervention that was so successful?
Perhaps there is a reason for this. As a soldier, the greatest sorrow and fear may come from the inexplicable and meaningless death of himself and his companions. An "iron guy" with blood dripping from his ax died. No matter how brave he was, his life was harvested in such an inexplicable way.
Looking at the Russians, although they did not know whose arrow killed the enemy, some people with extremely sharp eyes and completely farsightedness were shouting about this achievement. In an instant, all the Russian ships were there. cheer.
Otto's old eyes were a little dim, but the brothers were all cheering for the twisting slingshot to kill the enemy at an extremely long distance.
The incredible victory made him suddenly lift Rurik up, and then put it down again.
To be honest, Rurik also felt that his own troops' luck was incredible.
Of course, luck is also a type of strength.
"Dad, look!" The excited Rurik pointed his little finger at the battlefield: "They finally started to land in full force."
The satisfied Otto calmed down slightly: "Let your Please stop."
"No more support?"
"Nonsense!" Otto said with a smile: "Your arrows will accidentally kill the Melalen people. , This is not good. The enemy looks strong, let the Melalen people fight and let them die, and we are here to watch the battle. Haha, if they complain that we stand by, I will say that we shot the enemy. We broke the contract and entered the war, so I said we didn't land." Rurik thought for a while: "That's true. If they break the contract like this, they don't deserve to be king. The spirit of the golden king's contract."
"It doesn't matter whether you are worried or not." Otto patted his son on the shoulder: "Let the brothers rest for a while! "Let's put down the boat and go ashore to have a look. Let's go ask for our silver coins." After that, Otto retreated to the "Captain's Lounge" in the forecastle of his ship.
Rurik was still on the bow deck. He wanted to talk to his peers, but he couldn’t.Carlotta, Fisk, Kanuf, and even the Corvinian Terravis were all shaken to the core by what had just happened, the increasingly chaotic battlefield on the shore.
Especially Carlotta. She was sitting sideways on the deck holding the railing of the ship, her eyes widening as if she had lost her soul. She thought of the destruction of Ostara again, but this time, the Avengers dealt a more brutal blow to these former invaders who occupied the magpie's nest...