The large pottery pots and wide-mouthed iron pots placed on the big ships were all unloaded. The coalition forces set up some stoves and began to cook delicious meals very wantonly.
On last night, the coalition soldiers who were busy setting up a bonfire array around Tamworth to scare people also visited three nearby villages and all the farmland.
The local area is already a spring wheat crop area. After the wheat harvest is completed, the farmland is seasonally abandoned, and the cabbage is directly plundered by the coalition forces before it reaches maturity.
The chopped vegetables were thrown into the cauldron, and some onions scraped out were thrown in along with the bacon jerky stored on the ship, and even a lot of salt. The staple food is naturally oats, which will take some time to be cooked thoroughly. Someone was holding a wooden stick to stir the fragrant meal.
A rich aroma permeated the camp of the Viking coalition. They had been stationed west of Tamworth. The weak north wind blew and part of the aroma spread directly into the city.
A large number of soldiers were gathering, and after taking a rest in the morning, they were ordered to eat their own dry food, but the mouth-watering meals in these iron pots were not allowed to be eaten.
They gathered together and accepted Rurik's orders.
But I saw this blond boy standing on a cart full of grass and soil, holding a sword and shouting: "Brothers, are you hungry?"
This is really a knowing question.
There is a good thing, and he smiled and shouted: "When can we eat?"
"Yes! When can we eat! Brothers, we are about to take action, we are going to create A hill, to prove our strength to Odin, and then follow the breakthrough and rush directly to the city wall. Those enemies never imagined that we would have such a tactic, but you will be very tired if you do this. These delicacies are for you, when the evening comes, Come down and enjoy the delicious food!”
Afraid of the lack of penetration in his voice, Magnute also kept describing one principle in a rich and old voice: everyone will have good food and drink after completing today’s task. .
It is only natural that you will get delicious food if you work hard. The soldiers of the coalition forces were cheering, and their morale was extremely high.
Vegetables, meat, wheat and salt were mixed into a delicious meal. In order to increase the aroma, Rurik ordered a portion of the curdled seal oil to be thrown into all the pots.
The Rus’ people have no shortage of seal oil here, and the Balmoks have no shortage of it either. It is essentially a food, and is widely used as a lubricant.
The smell of grease made it even more tempting. The Mercian warriors stationed on the city wall noticed that they were setting up a banquet, and while being alert, the smell also aroused greedy insects.
The aroma wafted directly to the palace, and Botwulf thought the royal chef had cooked a delicious meal. When he understood the current situation, he was first shocked and then fell into deep fear.
Some guards did not know the reason, but said to the prince in an attitude of encouraging morale: "They are eating a big meal. Maybe they can't fight when they are full, and they just want to lie down and sleep."
< p>Botwulf held on to the battlements and felt heartbroken.Mixed feelings."Can't fight? This is their last meal before the war. You all should be more vigilant, there will be a fierce battle today."
Will there really be a fierce battle? However, His Highness the Crown Prince's guess is close to the truth.
The decisive battle is indeed about to begin, but it has a strange starting point.
The Viking coalition was like a pile of firewood, and Rurik lit the fire. They didn't listen and roared with their mouths tearing raw meat open. The Rus and Balmoks were beating their shields with swords and axes.
Even Suomi’s one hundred servant warriors, who were fighting for their new master in this newly recognized world, and who were informed that they were entitled to the spoils of war, held their bows high. Call.
The army outside the city was still angry with Megatron, and the soldiers and civilians who were immersed in yesterday's victory were severely slapped in the face. The royal guards of Mercia and a large number of armed farmers and citizens arrived at the city wall with a variety of weapons. The captain of the guard, who had broken half of his hand, called on his men to continue heating hot water in order to scald the enemy to death.
The Mercians were actively preparing for defense, but they had encountered astonishing attacks from the enemy’s arrows, javelins and stones. Even though they were protected by the stones of the battlements, every warrior was filled with fear.
The emotions of anxiety, fear and laziness are intertwined. Even if Prince Botwulf puts on his armor and goes to the front line in person, he cannot immediately arouse the strong fighting spirit of the soldiers.
The afternoon sun was unusually warm, and it was a good day for a battle.
The weak north wind made the grass rustle, and every soldier heard a low rumble in his ears.
Rurik realized that the time was ripe, looked at the eager warriors, and pointed his dagger directly: "Odin's warriors! Forward! Let's create a mountain!"
The coalition forces began to take action Got it!
Thirty two-wheeled carts were loaded with soil and were pushed by two people, while two others carried shields for cover. The Russian Army is responsible for the heavy work in this area, hoping to take proper precautions to avoid being harassed and damaged by the enemy.
More than 400 people from the Balmok Army participated in the first batch of operations. Two of them carried a tree trunk, and there were people guarding the front with shields.
Hundreds of people are waiting behind with shovels, ready to pile new soil on the empty wheelbarrows brought back.
The group of them began to rush towards the city wall. Arik and Biyongni each led a hundred men and arrived at the city with two types of crossbows, responsible for sniping any enemies who planned to counterattack from the battlements.
The ten bull trebuchets were quickly moved to the appropriate location, and the people who controlled them were actually the Ross sailors who were responsible for operating the ship. Of course they can transform into melee warriors, but time has passed. Most of their old bodies are not suitable for fighting, but they are able to control heavy weapons to support the young brats in fighting.
The locally sourced rocks began to be thrown wildly. It didn’t matter what target they hit, creating a terrifying atmosphere was the most meaningful.
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Prince Botwulf put out a pair of alert eyes. Is the enemy continuing to attack the city?
"Fighters of the Kingdom! They are coming! Prepare your bows, arrows and rocks to kill them!"
Indeed, even if they face risks, there are always people who want to be heroes in times of crisis. Some humble farmers regard sitting side by side with His Royal Highness today as the greatest honor in life, and didn’t the priest also say so? Killing others is the greatest sin, but killing "savage humanoid monsters" is not guilty!
The peasants held stones in their arms, just waiting for His Highness to give orders.
Fortunately, Arik and Biyongni's shooting troops had already arrived at the appropriate location first. Those who carried the temporary bundles of wooden rafts stood them on the ground and supported them with wooden bars, forming an obvious giant shield against arrows.
There are six such giant shields, enough to provide absolute cover for a group of shooters.
The vigilant archers were either half-kneeling or standing. Naturally, they stretched out their very limited body vigilantly, and the charged crossbow was already aimed at the battlements ahead.
Of course Rurik could do something even crazier. However, in the previous battle, he found that the cast iron projectiles consumed a little too much, so he no longer used the torsion slingshot as support. Actual combat proved that it was just a one-pound iron bullet flying out at a not alarming speed. The damage to the city wall itself should be ignored.
Those pushing the carts were about to arrive, and Botwulf ordered a counterattack.
The armed farmers who were ordered to start throwing stones down, and Arik and Biyongni, who were waiting, immediately began to snipe.
The precise crossbow arrows flew, the powerful and heavy arrows directly penetrated the unarmored farmer's body, and the blow from the steel-armed crossbow killed him instantly.
"Quick! Hurry up and gather your strength and continue to support." As Arik yelled, he saw the black-haired Suomi people starting to throw random arrows, and he couldn't help laughing. Someone shouted to his subordinates: "Hurry up and don't lose to those black-haired people."
As long as a cart full of soil suddenly lifts the handle and pulls back, a large amount of earth will be unloaded After tossing it for at least three times, a load of grass and soil will be gone.
Thirty carts were unloaded at one point, and the subsequent log bearers used this point to begin unloading their logs.
The round wooden strips are not just thrown away. They are placed flush with the city wall, arranged neatly one after another, as if they are laying a boardwalk.
After they braved the stones thrown by the enemy to do their work, and used their shields to block the enemy's counterattack, there was nothing left to fear.
Because the Mercian defenders are scared!
In other words, Tamworth, an early medieval fortress, has not evolved to the technical level of a bastion at all, and the siege tactics displayed by Rurik are more advanced.
Rurik knows how to build bastions and knows the advantages of crossfire.
"Is this what these guys are capable of? Is it so easy for me to strike at a fixed point?" He was sure as he watched the battle.Win for sure.
Magnut watched it with great interest and shouted: "Your wheelbarrows have been withdrawn, it's time to dig new soil."
"Yes, brothers are ready "
"Look!" Magnut pointed again, "My people have to withdraw, and they have to carry new wood. Rurik, how many times do you think we can succeed?" /p>
"Maybe twenty times will do."
"Huh? So many?"
"A lot?" Rurik shook his head, "In my opinion It doesn't take much time to repeat it. It is definitely a waste of energy. You see, when the army comes back to eat thick porridge in the evening, I prepare a lot of food, so everyone has no worries."
"Okay, let's continue. We will..."
"Yes!" Rurik looked at his father-in-law with great confidence, "Tomorrow is the day when the city will be destroyed."
p>If the soil slope is basically completed today, and only a few more soils are needed tomorrow, the army will be able to attack the city after a night's rest. He is not worried that the Mercian defenders will destroy the slope. They have no such ability at all.
From the perspective of Mercia, what are the barbarians doing in such weird ways? Botwulf gradually experienced an epiphany, then shock, and finally despair.
"They are piling up dirt! They are going to rush up the wall! Kill them quickly!" He almost shouted out his throat.
However, he saw that his soldiers were hiding behind the battlements and trembling. Although there were soldiers in the distance shooting arrows to support him, the prince watched helplessly as those people were shot down.
Of course some brave people stood up, casually threw the oil and squatted down again.
As for the person who tried to shoot an arrow, he was hit by a sniper just as he put his head in the air.
The defenders on the battlements were completely suppressed, and now only a few defenders were throwing stones blindly across the battlements.
What’s worse is that the more the defenders throw stones, the more they literally add to the enemy’s work.
Botwulf could not have expected his opponent's methods. What was even worse was that he was powerless.
The captain of the guard led a group of soldiers who worked together to carry wooden bars and hang water urns on the wall.
"Your Highness, this time it is hot oil. I have used all the holy water in the church. It can burn them to death."
"You!" The arrival of the captain of the guard originally made the prince worried. Joy, it would be inappropriate not to talk about this secret weapon, "You are desecrating a sacred object!"
"Your Highness, we have no choice. If we are to blame, our city wall is not high enough."
< p>"Okay. Burn them to death!"Even in churches, there is very little rose essential oil in reserve. It is quite difficult to prepare aromatic essential oil from flowers. It is so fragrant that it must have Divine power. When they were requisitioned, the priests also hoped that these sacred objects could cleanse the group of demons under the city.
A layer of hot oil floats on the boiling water, and the oil-water mixture in the vat is fragrant. The big urn is held in full handsThe coarse cloth warrior had just pushed up the wall, and Arik was shooting again.
Arik was surprised. He could guess what the enemy wanted to do.
Unfortunately, he and his men were a step too late, and Tao Weng was simply pushed down, hitting the Balmoks who were laying wood.
The people who were instantly burned were hurriedly taking off their clothes. When their linen clothes were taken off by their partners, they were shocked to see that the skin was falling off!
Some people covered their faces and screamed, and some rolled on the ground.
Even so, the work of laying wooden strips to pile up the soil cannot stop.
The price of heroism may be death, and the Mercians carrying the pottery were struck by arrows.
The Balmoks temporarily retreated, but the Mercian army was in panic and prematurely pushed away all the ten pottery weapons they had prepared.
The results achieved by the secret weapon were too weak, only causing five Balmoks to be scalded, and the rest rolled and crawled away to avoid subsequent losses.
The sacred rose essential oil is meaningless, and Botwulf has no idealistic ideas about these things.
He pulled out his sword and yelled at the captain of the guard: "You are overestimating your own things, and they are here again. Gather the soldiers here, and we will fight them! Remember, you use corpses to build a new life." The wall cannot allow them to break through the city wall and enter the inner city!"
The sudden burns did not surprise Rurik at all. There will be casualties in the battle, and the coalition forces can bear these casualties.
Considering that the enemy was still using this trick, he urgently ordered five torque slingshots to be temporarily thrown into a cart full of dirt, and the heavy weapons were transported directly to the front line.
This is not over yet. Since the enemy's firepower has been suppressed, more than a hundred people with earth shovels simply rushed forward and dug up soil nearby.
Thousands of people continued to take turns to pile wood and earth, and a mound was quickly emerging.
They were already working on the high ground, and a group of shield-bearing warriors had to stay at the front, carrying the stones and arrows thrown by the enemy to cover the brothers and continue their work.
The torque slingshot is always charged, and it will shoot when an enemy appears.
The cast-iron projectiles crackled the battlements, and the flying gravel scratched Botwulf's gray-yellow beard face.
His face was covered with blood, and the soldiers were so shocked that they thought the prince was injured and would be taken away by his men soon.
"You idiots, leave me alone! Stop them quickly! Fight with them!"
The captain of the guard screamed in the critical situation: "Your Highness, they are going to build a slope. We are going to die."
"Are you a fool?" The prince broke away and immediately ordered: "Fight them with all your strength, hold on to the wall, and block them even with your chest!"
Prince Botwulf, he takes the lead, but as a prince he should not appear in restricted areas.
The guard let out a long sigh and ordered his subordinates with the force of almost breaking his teeth: "Take His Highness away and take him to the inner city. Others.People, the time has come to prove your loyalty, follow me and fight them to the death! ”
From cowardice to heroism, the Mercian defenders made a transformation in just one second.
Even if the prince was struggling, the guards who did not want him to die in the battle forcibly took him away. Let's go.
The captain of the guard frowned as he looked at the back of the prince. The sunset illuminated his face orange, and then he turned his head and looked at the soldiers gathered on the wall and the armed farmers gathered below. < /p>
Without any impassioned speech, the captain of the guard just held an ax in his left hand and jumped off the city wall that was already as low as 1.5 meters. Upon seeing this, a group of kingdom warriors were bravely carrying weapons and determined to die. Jump down.
More than half of the slope that is beneficial to the Viking coalition has been completed. The entire task has been completed in just one afternoon?
Magnut squinted his eyes. Seeing a fight ahead, "Haha, Rurik, we did it. The decisive battle has begun. I saw that those Mercians already knew that they were going to perish and started to jump down to fight with us? "
"Yes, should we break the city and fight decisively now? It was already evening and the time was very unfavorable. Our people are too tired. "
"Are you hesitating? Boy, I'm going to lead the charge with the others. Come with your Ross army and let's go. "
"Alas! "Rurik just wanted to persuade him to explain, but Magnute felt that he could do it again, and rushed forward with his sword in a roar. Upon seeing this, the other Balmoks stopped carrying wood, and everyone launched the sunset with their weapons.
Maybe this is the decisive battle?
The brothers are completely exhausted from building the slope, and Rurik doesn’t think the coalition is suitable for a fierce battle now.
Unfortunately, the coalition forces are almost out of control. Rurik knows that even if he wants to give orders, he can only restrain some of the Ross soldiers.
Look!
Rurik saw something incredible. A shocking scene, a large number of Mercian warriors were jumping from the city wall, and had begun to fight with the unprepared Ross and Balmok warriors.
Those who were digging up earth and moving wood lacked defense, and the coalition forces. They were beaten, and some people were killed by the Mercian army in the chaos.
But the Viking coalition who had just reacted immediately started to fight back.
Everywhere around the slope. It was the sound of metal clashing, the roars of soldiers and the wails of the wounded.
Aric and Biyoni's archers were also firing arrows wildly, and the five-seat torsion slingshot placed at the forefront was smashed just as they were about to climb over. The enemies on the battlements were bloody and bloody!
The fierce fighting people were trampling on the corpses of the dead, including those from the Mercian Army and the Balmok Army.
The first flag team of the Russian Army also moved quickly. Stop carrying the soil, return to the original warrior state, and attack bravely with the steel sword.
Grund and his tool men dressed as iron men pushed the Balmok friendly troops in front of them. He quickly rushed to the front line and fought against the red-eyed Mercians.
Even if they are invulnerable, some are "iron men".If you fall, you will die in the endless trampling and become a new step on the slope.
Those cowardly farmers in Mercia are now ten thousand times more courageous, or in other words, they have gone blank and succumbed to the courage of the Saxons in their souls and the Baal who is actually related to them by blood. The Merks and Russians fought together.
The blood-red sunset is in the west, and the dry soil slopes are turning muddy, as if it had just rained.
It is red rust-smelling rain, and the city walls are also dyed red...