The cold wind blew violently at the top of the city, and Stein, the leader of Borgholm, who urgently boarded the wooden wall, was so shocked that he could not believe what was happening.
The rough sea seemed unable to stop the enemy ships. The unexpected enemy troops had landed and began to destroy them.
No! They're coming to the fort!
"Let...let brothers get ready! At least we have to hold on to the wall!"
He gave his men death orders. At this moment of life and death crisis, no one dared to neglect. In this moment of crisis, we can only pray for the strength of the wooden wall.
Although the Saxons who lived here came across the sea, they learned from every experience and began to build walls soon after setting up settlements on the island. In recent decades, the wooden wall has become taller as it has been repaired, and its earthen platform has become thicker. It's not a half-baked project like Fort Voscar; it's much more solid.
Due to shelter from the wind, the local Saxons had already retreated to the castle.
The Gotland mercenaries were also in the castle. Only a few Gotland fishermen who did not evacuate saw that something was going wrong and thought of escaping.
Unfortunately, those who ran slower have been killed by the crazy attackers.
It was clearly planned, like the traitors from Voskas, who were supposed to be on the front line, but as a result, Karl was so eager for success that he no longer cared about so much, so he simply took the lead himself. Brother Zhu became the main offensive force.
Faced with the brazen attack, the Gotlanders who had no time to escape all became dead under the sword of the Mellaren army. The belongings they did not have time to take away, especially the very important dried fish and meat, were immediately It was captured by the Mellarens. The greedy eyes of the attackers who had obtained the treasure were naturally fixed on the fortress. No matter how high the wall was, could they still not be able to break through the damn wall with their prefabricated battering rams?
Maybe the Swedish coalition should reorganize their troops after landing, line up their lines, and launch an attack as planned.
Today's chaotic attack is full of courage, but also has no discipline at all.
Rurik could not stand looking at their chaotic attack. "If I were to command this battle, I would rather spend some time arranging the military formation. Olegin, aren't your people going to die if they charge the tower with force like this?"
Death? Karl didn't feel it at all. He felt that with just a few collisions of his battering ram, the enemy's wall would collapse, and then all the spoils would be his.
There were some panicked Gotland fishermen, wearing simple clothes, dragging their families and rushing under the wooden wall of the fortress.
At this moment, Stein, the spear-wielding leader, just looked helplessly at the refugees below.
They roared desperately and indignantly, praying that the door would be left ajar.
But Stein just looked at them again and shouted to the Gotland mercenaries who had prepared a batch of stones and pottery urns on the city wall: "Brothers, they are coming! Get ready to smash them." Kill them!"
In this situation, the life and death of some people no longer matter, and even the Gotland mercenaries don't care about their fellow soldiers.The clan's life and death. Stein was not an idiot. He had already ordered his Saxon warriors to use huge pine wood as door latches, and more pine wood was tilted against the door. Defense preparations have been made, and without some effort, the defenders will not be able to open the blocked door, let alone let outsiders in.
It seems that the defensive routine of the defenders of Borgholm is no different from that of the Port of Voskas, which was captured by the Swedish army.
No! After all, the Saxons were a group that had fought with the Franks, and they really had some skills in defending the city.
They caught seals, herring, and cod to boil oil, which was naturally used for sacrifices and daily lighting. But at such a critical moment, grease will become an enemy-killing Noble Phantasm.
More and more Melalen warriors rushed out of the wooden houses near the shore. They guarded their own battering rams, and under the leadership of Karl, they finally rushed under the wooden castle.
"Ah! This thing is so tall. Why is it different from what it looked like just now?!" Karl didn't expect there to be such a high wall at all. He gritted his teeth and despised the men who were watching eagerly on the wooden wall. The enemy immediately ordered an attack.
Attack? How to fight?
The Malaren Army did not have any long ladders, so they naturally could not climb the wooden wall about five meters high. Obviously, the core of the attack was to hit the wall with a siege ram.
The few archers of the Mellaren Army shot at the people on the wall. More warriors held round shields and surrounded their siege rams that required thirty men to carry. After a run-up, the battering ram hit the wooden wall hard.
However, the gate of Borgholm Fortress simply did not move.
"Haha! They can't open the door!"
On the city wall, Stein, who was worried at first, was so surprised that his face was trembling. He now stretched out his arms and faced The brothers in the fortress shouted: "Our walls are impenetrable, they can never 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 Mellaren army holding wooden shields a blow to the head and face.
The battering ram struck more than twenty times in succession. The enemy's wooden wall seemed to be loose, but it seemed as if nothing happened.
While Karl was screaming in confusion, thirty strong men holding the battering ram (actually three thick pine logs tied together) were already panting from exhaustion.
Suddenly many people took action, causing the battering ram to fall directly to the ground.
"Prince, brothers have just fought against huge waves and heavy rain, and now they have to attack the city again. Everyone is really tired."
The speaker is still Krafteg. Looking at this man's face, Karl suddenly thought that this guy had said similar words when the army attacked the Waskas Fortress.
Karl's lips trembled and he yelled: "You! You are a coward!"
"But who would be happy to see us Melalen people being stoned by the enemy? Prince, didn't you agree? Let those traitors be the main attacker? Why did we become the main attacker?"
"You!" For a moment Karl felt that he had become a complete fool.
Through the gaps in the crowd, what he saw was indeed an anxious situation. Since the siege weapons only had large logs on hand, all hopes were pinned on the logs, but the continuous impacts did not open the gap.
Karl doesn’t think his tactical weapons are easy to use. It must be because his brothers are too tired.
"Then let's go! Let's retreat and let the Voskars attack! Brothers, take the battering ram and avoid it!"
The Malaren Army withdrew Suddenly, all the soldiers holding shields under the city ran away in a short time.
However, these "black-clad warriors" on the front line were elite, and their defense was sufficient so that they suffered no losses in the first battle. Oh, it's just that there is no loss on the surface. Only when these soldiers returned to the rear of Anding and took off their armor would they find bruises on their arms.
Just like the thick wooden walls of Borgholm Fortress blocked the battering ram, the excellent wooden shields of the Malaren Army also ensured that the soldiers were not directly stoned to death.
At this moment, standing at the top of the city, Stein's worries suddenly disappeared. "Brothers, they really can't get in! We don't have to be afraid of anything!"
The people on the city wall laughed, mocking the attackers' recklessness and stupidity, even if an enemy soldier under the wooden wall Neither did the deceased. Yes, only the handful of Gotland fishermen who did not escape into the fortress.
After all, the Mellaren Army had gained some experience in sieges in the battle a few days ago. They at least knew how to protect themselves under the wall.
Karl withdrew with a hint of frustration and returned to the king.
Olegin was not polite and punched his son directly. This punch caused his nose to bleed.
Karl hunched his back helplessly, looking at his father with an atmosphere as he listened to the scolding.
"You reckless man, have I ever ordered you to lead the battle? You almost killed the main force of our army!"
Karl did not want to defend his recklessness, so he whispered: "Father, these enemies are extraordinary."
"Then stand down! Francis, now is the time for you to prove your loyalty!"
With Karl's words After much trouble, the remaining Swedish soldiers took a short rest and arranged their positions. Only the Russians were still watching the battle on the ships that were off the coast in accordance with the contract.
The battlefield is already far beyond the maximum range of all the long-range weapons of the Russians. Rurik and the others can only be spectators, and they can see clearly the failed siege of the Melalen army just now.
Otto saw the whole process and couldn't help but feel anxious: "Rurik, the enemy's wall is too hard, maybe these torsion slingshots can't do it either."
"Yes, then. Let’s see what Olegin will do. I don’t think they can break the city today.”
“Let’s keep watching!”
Stay. Rick nodded and immediately ordered his men to do itGood landing preparation. In view of the obvious unusual nature of this battle, the steel-armed crossbows that had been hidden were authorized for use.
After some adjustments, the Swedish troops on the shore formed a very dense formation and spread out at the main entrance of the fortress.
The defenders, who had just been immersed in the joy of victory, only lasted for half an hour. Now they were dumbfounded when they saw that the enemy had such a huge force.
At this time, the leader Stein became anxious, "Those people who are boiling oil, keep cooking for me! If they dare to attack, they will be burned to death!"
The defenders held bows. All the soldiers climbed to the top of the city, more stones were carried up, and more spear-wielding warriors gathered at the back end of the gate. It was said that once the gate was broken down, the attackers would be stabbed to death with spears.
Stein felt that the enemy would attack in full force, and his people were also feeling the pressure. They don't even know the specific 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. Inside the fortress is their granary (filled with dried fish and meat). There are many wells in the fortress, and all the water brought up from them is fresh water. They can hold out for a long time, but how can the enemy continue to surround them? When the Danish friendly forces realize that something is not right and send troops to support them, won't the problem be solved?
He does not place all hope on the support of the Danes. No matter how strong the friendly forces are, their support will take time. In the coming period, the Saxons of Borgholm Fortress will have to rely on themselves, and even those Gotland mercenaries are not so reliable.
Reliable or unreliable, Stein did not want a large number of his people to die in the war. Those Gotlanders who took the money should perform their mercenary duties, so these people stood in large numbers in the city. head.
What can the Gotland mercenaries say? They soon saw a group of ragged men walking among the enemy formations not far away. They all took precautions.
At this moment, Rurik in the distance stretched out his hand and shouted: "Look, the Malaren army is attacking again?"
Otto's big hand clasped on his son's head: " It's strange. I think it's those people."
"Huh?"
"It's their fate."
< p>Yes, the attackers are the fishermen of Voskas. They have just experienced a near-death voyage and have not yet established a stable landing position. Now they have to work for the Swedish army.The Voskas, led by the surrendered Danish mercenaries, especially the man Francis, worked together to carry the battering ram and rushed towards the wooden door. They know how to build walls and doors, and naturally they also understand the weaknesses of doors.
Any door is afraid of being hit. Some fishermen are actually very familiar with Borgholm, and some even entered the fortress built by the Saxons. In the past, they came for the purpose of doing business, but now they came for crazy offense.
Fellow attackers, from the VoskasThe weaponry is terrible. Wearing thin clothes, they carried pitiful harpoons, short spears and logging axes, and charged with makeshift shields made of wooden boards.
If there is anyone inside who is well-equipped, it is the renegade Danish mercenaries. Unfortunately, their number is only thirty.
These remaining Danish mercenaries pride themselves on their martial virtues, but they have no idea that they will fall victim to some secret weapon.
More than 300 people launched this attack. King Olegin in the rear had already planned it. These guys were like some kind of sacrifice. They desperately broke open the door, and then the coalition soldiers swarmed forward. , victory was won before dark.
Finally, the battering ram hit the gate again, and the fishermen began to prepare their equipment desperately. Of course, what greeted them was stones smashing into their faces.
Francis gritted his teeth, and with the shield protecting half of his body, he knew how difficult the attack would be.
He was protected by a wooden shield and chainmail, and those Voskas fishermen had been seriously injured by stones and earthen pots!
More than a dozen people had their skulls smashed by stones thrown by the city defenders, and their makeshift wooden shields were useless. The short spears and harpoons they held were meaningless against the towering wooden walls. Instead, they became the targets of wanton attacks by the few archers of the defenders.
However, there was a sudden commotion at the top of the city. The excited garrison leader Stein Saxon led more than 20 soldiers under his command and walked up the wooden wall along the slope. These Saxon warriors carried wooden sticks on their shoulders, and under the sticks hung a clay pot filled with hot fish oil.
"Haha! Brothers, now let these idiots see how powerful we are! Pour the first bottle for me!"
There are Gotland mercenaries with extremely thick hands wrapped in linen cloth, and then carefully held up the hot clay pot, and then hot oil fell from the sky, giving a terrible blow to the Wauskas fishermen who were struggling against the wall below the city.
The man who was severely burned in an instant simply dropped the battering ram in his arms, and the impact was suspended for an instant.
Then the second jar, the third jar...
Francis felt that something bad was going on at first, but he had no time to worry about others.
The armored people under the city naturally became the focus of attacks. It was difficult for bows and arrows to penetrate their armor. What about the hot oil?
A jar of hot oil was poured directly on Francis. The 200°C fish oil seeped into his chainmail and the linen lining inside, immediately causing a fatal burn!
This wasn’t the end yet, there was a second can that gave him a purgatory-like horror experience.
Francis, who was covered in hot oil, subconsciously tried to break free from his chainmail. He grabbed the belt randomly and tried to free himself, then rolled on the ground. Unfortunately, his companions had already started to run away!
More than 20 people were scalded by the sudden hot oil, but the damage did not seem to be high.
But wait! The input of hot oil destroyed the momentum of the attackers. They were already full of flaws and even forgot to protect themselves with wooden shields.
More people were smashed to death. While Francis was struggling desperately, he was suddenly hit in the head by a piece of granite. After struggling for a while, he became completely motionless.
The Swedish coalition forces watching the battle saw a terrifying scene not far away!
"What did they pour down? Hot water?" Carl exclaimed.
Olegin shook his head and bared his teeth: "No matter what it is, the Voskas people are defeated! Damn it, today is really not the day to attack the city. We will camp here and wait until the weather gets better. Fight!"
"But..." Karl was still angry. He just wanted to complete the victory before dark.
Olegin suddenly grabbed Karl's neck and ordered: "We will know the situation when they withdraw. You, send me someone to call all the Russians over. It's really hateful. This time we We really need their shameful archers."
"But what if those guys who are good at archery compete for our spoils?"
"Then keep them away. Set up camp so that they can never rob it themselves. They just need to provide us with support!" Olegin said angrily.
In fact, Olegin has realized that the special equipment of the Russians has turned the archers, who were once of limited use, into elite enemies. Just because of tradition, warriors still like to fight at close range to gain the so-called honor.
Now that the enemy has used some kind of terrible weapon, Olegin doesn't bother to worry about tradition. When the general offensive is launched after the rest, the Russian archers will be a strong support for the coalition forces.
However, the Ross army cannot be too close to the coalition camp. They should camp farther away. Olegin was guarding against them. The so-called Russians should not participate in the distribution of spoils after the city was broken, and they should not grab any spoils. They could only get a small amount of rations "rewarded" by Olegin to support subsequent operations. .
A contract is a contract. The money owed to the Russians, Olegin felt, should be returned after the wheat harvest.