Chapter 452: The Russ marched into the battle of the outposts
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With both swords in the scabbard, Arik ran all the way, clutching his injured left arm. He was thinking about revenge, but the pain on his arm got worse.
Most of the brothers died in this dangerous investigation. The living people staggered towards the upper reaches of the river with crossbows. They didn't know how long they would go, and then a tired soldier sat down.
Upon seeing this, Arik also sat on the withered grass.
He uncovered his linen clothes and inspected his wounds that were temporarily no longer bleeding under the soft sunset light.
The arrow cluster didn't stick in the flesh, it just made a big cut. Fortunately, the wound was not serious.
"Damn it! Useless!"
A tired soldier gasped and said regretfully, "We have cut many of them, and now the people in Gotland are desperately fighting with us. If we knew this, we should bring more people."
"This is the Duke's order." Arik barked his teeth and covered the wound. "I want to take five hundred brothers to fight, but the Duke disagrees. My brother just wants to have a decisive battle. Hey, there will be a decisive battle at that time. Enough people, I won’t live here now. Forget it, let’s keep going."
Arik stood up and ordered his men to continue on their way, even though the dusk was getting darker now.
The sun went down, and the whole world quickly became cold.
The stars in the sky are dazzling, which does not attract the interest of the retreating people at all.
They imagined that they could find the big army quickly, and this fantasy seemed to come true.
A lot of flames appeared not far away, and there were also stars on the ground.
The soldiers who realized the reason laughed and walked hurriedly.
"Hey! Don't be excited, come back to me." Arik yelled.
The soldiers turned around one after another, quite puzzled.
"Stand up for me and I will take you back. Listen, if you run around, the brothers on guard will treat you as enemies of sneak attacks."
When Arik said so, the soldiers calmed down. Everyone is knowing the means of guarding the brothers, but they wear a crossbow to guard, abnormal shadows appear under the darkness, of course, they shoot first.
However, an army of three thousand people gathered to camp, and the large number of bonfires lit was really appalling. Even if the Gotlandians discovered them, would they dare to attack with all their strength?
Rurik remained cautious, and arranged sentries to lie in ambush around the camp as usual, inspecting the surrounding anomalies. And the on-board torsion slingshot in the camp, the ropes have not been charged yet, but the large crossbow arrows have been placed in the chute for accidents.
Arik didn't hide anything. He led the team in a relatively neat line, shouting "We are the Ross people", and deliberately attracted the attention of the sentry.
Some dark shadows emerged from the grass. Their appearance was so sudden that Arik's right arm shook out the sword.
Arik yelled directly, "It's really scary, almost treating you as enemies."
"It's the brave Arik? You're finally back!" The sentry was overjoyed, but seeing that not many people came back, he couldn't help but become suspicious. "You can't find your trace. Have you met a major enemy in the west?"
"Don't mention it, I want to see my brother and the Duke immediately. I have something important to say."
"Follow me quickly."
The bonfire warmed everyone, and the corpses were gradually burning into black charcoal.
No one cares about the dirty and worried carcasses of cattle and sheep, and the Ross army is still busy eating the jerky they carry.
It is really boring to eat only dry food like this kind of teething. Even worse, although there are wheat fields around and the oats are not mature, everyone who wants to eat oatmeal and porridge can only be anxious.
Otto sat on his legs, happily holding a glass bottle and drank half a bottle of spirits, then threw it to the old man Haro Zuosen, persuading him to take a sip.
Spirits are currently extremely limited, and it is impossible to make large-scale crafting or even further distillation when imported into new wheat.
This battle was a decisive battle of the tribe. Ottoso ordered to bring all the spirits in stock, which was actually the next five bottles.
Arik returned with his men, and there was a great commotion in the camp.
Ross soldiers, young and old, they noticed the terrible black blood stains on the returning brothers, as well as the tired faces. They must have gone through a **** battle.
Soon, Arik returned with an angry and disdainful face, and suddenly sat in front of the bonfire, facing Otto and Liurik.
"Fight?" Otto asked calmly.
"Yes, fight."
"Dead?"
"Almost forty dead."
Hearing, Otto buzzed his head. He stood up suddenly, slapped his old face vigorously, and scolded, "What the **** did you do? You really think you can do it? Take fifty brothers to fight the enemy? You are crazy, look at your good deeds. , You chopped down all the people in this village, not even the cattle and sheep, so that I can only look at those stinking and nauseous cattle and sheep, gnawing this **** salted fish."
He scolded and scolded, and the anger accumulated by Otto's experience along the way was instantly released. He sat down again and suddenly asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
Arik slowly dropped his blood coat, exposed his upper body, and the wound on his left arm was really eye-catching.
"Your injury... doesn't seem to be in the way." Otto's attitude seemed to be calm, leaving Rick startled when he saw this wound.
"Brother! You..."
Rurik leaned over, glanced anxiously. The blood stopped flowing, and it seemed that the wound was indeed on the surface.
Arik admitted that the cattle and sheep in the village were chopped by him, and he even touched Visby.
"My injury is indeed not in the way. We saw Visby, a settlement bigger than our hometown, bigger than that of the Mälaren people. During the day we saw the open bay they had, everywhere. It’s a house. There are many ships on the coast. Visby is definitely very rich. There are many of them, and we have exposed ourselves. We were attacked by the Gotland army and the brothers suffered a lot. If it were not for the cover of brothers, I already dead."
"Is that so?" Rurik didn't want to comfort him or complain. Those were meaningless.
Otto’s eyes are as resolute as an eagle. "It seems that our opponent is already preparing for the decisive battle we hope. Arik."
"in."
"A real man always has many wounds on his body. How, does it affect your sword swing?"
"It's okay, I can continue fighting after a night's rest."
"Then, the one who attacked you..."
"I'm about to talk about it!" Arik was suddenly angry. He slapped his legs with both hands, and he slammed the wound, and blood came out.
"No, you still need to deal with the wound." Rurik casually called a maid, "Cicia, call Lumia. Remember to bring a needle and thread."
Arik looked at the wound, he didn't care at all. "They had a leader with about five hundred people or more. We were attacked in the village ahead. I killed a hundred of them and lost many brothers. It is shameful that the leader called me a coward! "
"So, do you think you are a coward?" Otto asked calmly.
"I..." Arik raised his head, not knowing what to say for a while.
Otto nodded and said nothing.
Maybe the cousin has already acquiesced? absurd!
Rurik directly pressed against his cousin’s hairy body, "Only a bull can rush to death. You are my hero. You are as clever as fishing, fishing out an army of the enemy. They still Are you chasing you?"
Arik felt better when he heard it: "Maybe. They may continue to chase me or rest in place. It's too late and they can't go too far."
"So." Rurik thought for a while, "They never let their bodies be exposed to the wilderness, and it takes a lot of time to burn them. They won't go far."
Quiet Otto suddenly said, "This is just a frustration for you. It is God's punishment for your indiscriminate destruction. Since there is an enemy of hundreds of people, you will bring an army to destroy them. You rest, tomorrow ..."
"I'll go with him." Rurik looked at his father and brother. "To deal with a small number of enemies, we can mobilize a thousand people."
"You need to be careful about this."
"Dad, please rest assured. I will..." Rurik had an idea. He still doesn't know what kind of equipment Arik has encountered.
Soon, Rurik understood. The enemy has a few archers, and most of them are ordinary swordsmen and shields.
This shows that the Gotland Army as a whole is also configured like this, and their long-range strength is really weak.
Rurik's eyes gasped with fire, and he laughed confidently, "Arik, take revenge with the brothers of the First Banner. I will organize a group of archers and a group of Novgorod soldiers. These are. You trained the spearmen in the east. Now try their strength."
Arik, who was dissatisfied with himself, got excited, his heart beating wildly, and the open wounds bleed more.
"I'm going to rectify the soldiers. We'll leave when the sky is dark. And you." Rurik patted his cousin on the shoulder, "Soon Lumia will heal you."
"Heal? Is it necessary?"
"Of course, and your wound needs to be stitched up."
Arik was taken aback. "Sew like a leather jacket?"
"Yes, but you won't yell because of it. Listen, your wound is dirty. The enemy can't kill you. These dirty things can kill you. Lumia will keep you okay."
Soon, Lumia came with her priests.
The job of the army priest is to make sacrifices to calm people's minds, and also to act as a physician.
The priests of Rose knew that some grass blades were helpful for trauma healing, but whether a person could survive or not depended on the meaning of God.
Priests have long believed that illness is a divine punishment, and that a soldier's body becomes feverish after being injured is a test. Lumia herself had no idea how much the herbs were used.
Basically, after getting a fever after being injured, he can only resign himself to his fate.
She was ordered to examine Arik's wound and learned that it was wounded by the enemy's broad-blade arrow cluster. The wound was not deep, nor did it hurt the bones, but the length was a bit horrible.
She was taken aback when she heard Rurik's order. She actually used a knife to hang some of the dirty meat and saw the bright red muscles in it. (This set of methods is also the code of practice for Tsarist Russian military doctors).
Arik bit a wooden stick. He thought of his brothers dying to protect him, and now he couldn't have any painful screams.
Lumia bit her head to clean up for him, and let Otto and Haro Zossen who were present to stare at the whole process.
The **** knife was thrown away, Lumia strung a linen thread with a steel needle to stitch Arik's wound into a centipede. She carried the precious steel array and string, and was able to sew the clothes that Rurik and other nobles accidentally damaged, but she did not expect to sew Arik's skin. She also did this kind of thing for the first time in her life, and she had never heard of this kind of thing when she was a nomad on the deer-raising ice field.
Otto took the knife and set it on the fire.
The brothers have their own experience in dealing with trauma, which is to weld the wound with hot iron.
Carlotta had come with Lumia, and she wanted to do some help, but seeing Otto's actions, the girl was scared off by clutching her knees.
"The knife is burned." Alto motioned to Lumia, "It's better to be branded after sewing."
"No." Rurik flatly refused. Instead, he got a bottle of strong wine from his father, bit the cork off his teeth, and washed the skin around Arik's wound with the wine.
"What are you doing, my baby?!" Otto subconsciously wanted to pull the bottle back from his son's arms, and Rurik easily avoided it.
Half a bottle of spirits was used up like this.
"In this way, any invisible dirt, or Loki's curse, is removed by the wine."
Arik closed his eyes and endured again, feeling a lot better. The blood is still oozing out slowly, it is no longer serious. With Lumia covered with herbs and wrapped in a white linen cloth, Arik's arm was treated. It's just a pity that after all this tossing, he shouldn't think about going to battle in person for the time being.
Arik moves his arm, the second is the pain, the biggest trouble is the arm is too inflexible!
"Rurik, you made me like this, I can't carry the second sword."
"Do you still want to kill yourself?" Rurik by the bonfire shook his head. "If you die in the battle, it will be a great loss for us. I don't want to lose you. You must listen to my orders. I am the decisive battle. You see, I will be easily killed by the opponent when I go to battle to kill the enemy. This is looking for death. If I do this now, I will also lose Odin’s blessing. As a commander, I am not afraid of 10,000 opponents. Arik, You are responsible for the entire flag team."
Arik pursed his lips and didn't want to say anything, and suddenly lay down and cried out tired.
Rurik’s mobilization for battle was indeed a plan to halve the cannon fire. He hoped to have a decisive battle with the enemy, and the battle would determine the universe, but the enemy did not suddenly mobilize.
Isn't the enemy specifically pursuing a decisive battle, but sending waves of hundreds of people one by one?
If this is the case, the Gotland army deserves to fail in the refueling tactics, and the Russ army has always objectively concentrated its superior forces to fight more and less, so it is difficult to win or not.
All the scouts selected by Arik came from the First Banner, and the brothers who came back alive told everyone what they had experienced. For a while, the crowd was enthusiastic, and the soldiers longed for revenge, and it happened that Rurik responded to their fury and issued a war mobilization order.
The Ross army will be marching with all the troops tomorrow, but some troops will fight an outpost.
There are five hundred soldiers in the First Banner Team of the Warriors, one hundred and fifty elite mercenaries from the Duke, one hundred Corvin archers from the Archers Banner team, and even three hundred soldiers from the Slavic Banner Team.
Rurik personally led the 1,000-man team, and his subordinates included generals Arik, Jeflo, Mezzasta, and Medveit.
This is really the most elite of the three thousand army of Ross, especially the soldiers of the First Banner team can fight ten each, and the archer Kewen has amazing shooting skills.
Of course, only the first banner team carried fifty steel-armed crossbows, and another brisk wooden crossbow. The elite mercenaries are equipped with various crossbows, not to mention the Kewen people.
The big army and the Gotland army meet each other? why? Is it necessary?
Rurik is not obsessed with warrior culture in his mind. As long as he can win the battle, he will use all kinds of strange tricks that are easy to use. What is the honor of a soldier? Victory is the greatest honor.
Thousands of troops are shocked to equip nearly 400 various crossbows, even so, their melee level is still superb.
The fighters of the First Banner have put on chain mail, not to mention the elite mercenaries, even the Corvins and Novgorods, supplemented by the seizure of Baisha Port, they all began to wear armor, almost nothing on their waists. On a small hand axe.
Early in the morning, Lumia led a group of priests standing by a bonfire, singing prayers and watching the soldiers rush to the west.
The Russ, Corvins and Slavs all naturally worship the flame, because he symbolizes power in the cultures of all ethnic groups. In this regard, the Slavic fighters are more excited. They believe in the Slavic **** Peron, equivalent to Odin, whose incarnations are thunder and flames.
Medvedt was moved. He felt that Lumia had also become a priestess of the Novgorod people, and she was more noble than the priests in her hometown.
Lumia is indeed noble. The antler helmet she inherited is inlaid with more gems. She herself is gorgeously dressed, and she has a very large silver jewelry hanging on her chest.
The army was advancing in the opposite direction along the route of Arik’s escape last night, and their fighting spirit was high. The Rus wanted to avenge the fallen brothers, the Slavic fighters and the Corvin fighters, hoping to prove their strength through this battle and get the spoils on the battlefield by the way.
The Duke of Ross is kind and fair. Those who fight for Ross will have their own looting on the battlefield. Only some things specified by the duke himself must be turned in after grabbing them, and they are no longer within the provisions, and grabbing is his own.
Kewen people and Novgorod people have this right!
In order to fulfill the obligation of surrendering to Ross, these two ethnic groups, who were once very ironic, made a big move. Until now, they were essentially covered in iron. These iron tools will bring prosperity to life after the war.
The flag bearer of the Warriors Flag team carried the flag team flag, and the mercenaries of Rurik carried the Duke Ross flag. Not only did the Slavic flag team carry the flag team flag, their spears were all covered with blue and white cloth tassels.
The mighty army walked on the grass by the stream, and their team was uniform.
They set off at dawn, and when the sun was high, several single scouts returned one after another. They reported that the small forest in front had found a lot of smoke and dust, and saw a lot of gray-black figures with golden heads.
Rurik called all the lower-level commanders: "It's the enemy, let's start the battle now."
"It seems that it is them. They dare to chase me." Arik's left arm was hung from his neck by hemp rope. He knew that he could only fight with a sword in his right hand and he was at a disadvantage, so he volunteered, "Let me take the flag team. Brothers. They can be defeated easily."
Rurik shook his head, "You said, when they see our army, will they run away?"
"They?" Arik smiled, "Bah, they didn't even think about retreating if they dared to move forward. In my opinion, those guys are still chasing me, they are looking for death."
"Well, we blew the horns, brothers roared, we wake them up ~www.novelhall.com~ and fight them!"
"Huh? A dignified battle of honor? Okay!" Arik patted his brother's head with his right hand, "I thought you were going to attack."
"Sneak attack? It's okay. However, I want them to align the team, and then let our army's arrows shoot them all. Brother, we won't get anyone injured."
"You." Arik smirked, and then suffocated, "You are so cruel."
"Not all." Rurik ordered Arik again, "You choose three hundred elite people and touch the back of the forest. I'm afraid the enemy will run away, so you will attack the coward. Remember, try to catch the enemy. Boss."
"Humiliate him after catching it? I can't ask for it. I will slowly cut off the man's tongue so that his stinky mouth can no longer speak."
Looking at his cousin's face, Rurik felt that this guy had to slowly torture him to death when he caught the boss. What's the matter of cutting his tongue? Maybe he had to be a blood eagle to vent his anger.
"Then catch him for interrogation. We can figure out the inside story of Visby. You can do whatever you want. To kill our fighters, the boss must die!"
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With both swords in the scabbard, Arik ran all the way, clutching his injured left arm. He was thinking about revenge, but the pain on his arm got worse.
Most of the brothers died in this dangerous investigation. The living people staggered towards the upper reaches of the river with crossbows. They didn't know how long they would go, and then a tired soldier sat down.
Upon seeing this, Arik also sat on the withered grass.
He uncovered his linen clothes and inspected his wounds that were temporarily no longer bleeding under the soft sunset light.
The arrow cluster didn't stick in the flesh, it just made a big cut. Fortunately, the wound was not serious.
"Damn it! Useless!"
A tired soldier gasped and said regretfully, "We have cut many of them, and now the people in Gotland are desperately fighting with us. If we knew this, we should bring more people."
"This is the Duke's order." Arik barked his teeth and covered the wound. "I want to take five hundred brothers to fight, but the Duke disagrees. My brother just wants to have a decisive battle. Hey, there will be a decisive battle at that time. Enough people, I won’t live here now. Forget it, let’s keep going."
Arik stood up and ordered his men to continue on their way, even though the dusk was getting darker now.
The sun went down, and the whole world quickly became cold.
The stars in the sky are dazzling, which does not attract the interest of the retreating people at all.
They imagined that they could find the big army quickly, and this fantasy seemed to come true.
A lot of flames appeared not far away, and there were also stars on the ground.
The soldiers who realized the reason laughed and walked hurriedly.
"Hey! Don't be excited, come back to me." Arik yelled.
The soldiers turned around one after another, quite puzzled.
"Stand up for me and I will take you back. Listen, if you run around, the brothers on guard will treat you as enemies of sneak attacks."
When Arik said so, the soldiers calmed down. Everyone is knowing the means of guarding the brothers, but they wear a crossbow to guard, abnormal shadows appear under the darkness, of course, they shoot first.
However, an army of three thousand people gathered to camp, and the large number of bonfires lit was really appalling. Even if the Gotlandians discovered them, would they dare to attack with all their strength?
Rurik remained cautious, and arranged sentries to lie in ambush around the camp as usual, inspecting the surrounding anomalies. And the on-board torsion slingshot in the camp, the ropes have not been charged yet, but the large crossbow arrows have been placed in the chute for accidents.
Arik didn't hide anything. He led the team in a relatively neat line, shouting "We are the Ross people", and deliberately attracted the attention of the sentry.
Some dark shadows emerged from the grass. Their appearance was so sudden that Arik's right arm shook out the sword.
Arik yelled directly, "It's really scary, almost treating you as enemies."
"It's the brave Arik? You're finally back!" The sentry was overjoyed, but seeing that not many people came back, he couldn't help but become suspicious. "You can't find your trace. Have you met a major enemy in the west?"
"Don't mention it, I want to see my brother and the Duke immediately. I have something important to say."
"Follow me quickly."
The bonfire warmed everyone, and the corpses were gradually burning into black charcoal.
No one cares about the dirty and worried carcasses of cattle and sheep, and the Ross army is still busy eating the jerky they carry.
It is really boring to eat only dry food like this kind of teething. Even worse, although there are wheat fields around and the oats are not mature, everyone who wants to eat oatmeal and porridge can only be anxious.
Otto sat on his legs, happily holding a glass bottle and drank half a bottle of spirits, then threw it to the old man Haro Zuosen, persuading him to take a sip.
Spirits are currently extremely limited, and it is impossible to make large-scale crafting or even further distillation when imported into new wheat.
This battle was a decisive battle of the tribe. Ottoso ordered to bring all the spirits in stock, which was actually the next five bottles.
Arik returned with his men, and there was a great commotion in the camp.
Ross soldiers, young and old, they noticed the terrible black blood stains on the returning brothers, as well as the tired faces. They must have gone through a **** battle.
Soon, Arik returned with an angry and disdainful face, and suddenly sat in front of the bonfire, facing Otto and Liurik.
"Fight?" Otto asked calmly.
"Yes, fight."
"Dead?"
"Almost forty dead."
Hearing, Otto buzzed his head. He stood up suddenly, slapped his old face vigorously, and scolded, "What the **** did you do? You really think you can do it? Take fifty brothers to fight the enemy? You are crazy, look at your good deeds. , You chopped down all the people in this village, not even the cattle and sheep, so that I can only look at those stinking and nauseous cattle and sheep, gnawing this **** salted fish."
He scolded and scolded, and the anger accumulated by Otto's experience along the way was instantly released. He sat down again and suddenly asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
Arik slowly dropped his blood coat, exposed his upper body, and the wound on his left arm was really eye-catching.
"Your injury... doesn't seem to be in the way." Otto's attitude seemed to be calm, leaving Rick startled when he saw this wound.
"Brother! You..."
Rurik leaned over, glanced anxiously. The blood stopped flowing, and it seemed that the wound was indeed on the surface.
Arik admitted that the cattle and sheep in the village were chopped by him, and he even touched Visby.
"My injury is indeed not in the way. We saw Visby, a settlement bigger than our hometown, bigger than that of the Mälaren people. During the day we saw the open bay they had, everywhere. It’s a house. There are many ships on the coast. Visby is definitely very rich. There are many of them, and we have exposed ourselves. We were attacked by the Gotland army and the brothers suffered a lot. If it were not for the cover of brothers, I already dead."
"Is that so?" Rurik didn't want to comfort him or complain. Those were meaningless.
Otto’s eyes are as resolute as an eagle. "It seems that our opponent is already preparing for the decisive battle we hope. Arik."
"in."
"A real man always has many wounds on his body. How, does it affect your sword swing?"
"It's okay, I can continue fighting after a night's rest."
"Then, the one who attacked you..."
"I'm about to talk about it!" Arik was suddenly angry. He slapped his legs with both hands, and he slammed the wound, and blood came out.
"No, you still need to deal with the wound." Rurik casually called a maid, "Cicia, call Lumia. Remember to bring a needle and thread."
Arik looked at the wound, he didn't care at all. "They had a leader with about five hundred people or more. We were attacked in the village ahead. I killed a hundred of them and lost many brothers. It is shameful that the leader called me a coward! "
"So, do you think you are a coward?" Otto asked calmly.
"I..." Arik raised his head, not knowing what to say for a while.
Otto nodded and said nothing.
Maybe the cousin has already acquiesced? absurd!
Rurik directly pressed against his cousin’s hairy body, "Only a bull can rush to death. You are my hero. You are as clever as fishing, fishing out an army of the enemy. They still Are you chasing you?"
Arik felt better when he heard it: "Maybe. They may continue to chase me or rest in place. It's too late and they can't go too far."
"So." Rurik thought for a while, "They never let their bodies be exposed to the wilderness, and it takes a lot of time to burn them. They won't go far."
Quiet Otto suddenly said, "This is just a frustration for you. It is God's punishment for your indiscriminate destruction. Since there is an enemy of hundreds of people, you will bring an army to destroy them. You rest, tomorrow ..."
"I'll go with him." Rurik looked at his father and brother. "To deal with a small number of enemies, we can mobilize a thousand people."
"You need to be careful about this."
"Dad, please rest assured. I will..." Rurik had an idea. He still doesn't know what kind of equipment Arik has encountered.
Soon, Rurik understood. The enemy has a few archers, and most of them are ordinary swordsmen and shields.
This shows that the Gotland Army as a whole is also configured like this, and their long-range strength is really weak.
Rurik's eyes gasped with fire, and he laughed confidently, "Arik, take revenge with the brothers of the First Banner. I will organize a group of archers and a group of Novgorod soldiers. These are. You trained the spearmen in the east. Now try their strength."
Arik, who was dissatisfied with himself, got excited, his heart beating wildly, and the open wounds bleed more.
"I'm going to rectify the soldiers. We'll leave when the sky is dark. And you." Rurik patted his cousin on the shoulder, "Soon Lumia will heal you."
"Heal? Is it necessary?"
"Of course, and your wound needs to be stitched up."
Arik was taken aback. "Sew like a leather jacket?"
"Yes, but you won't yell because of it. Listen, your wound is dirty. The enemy can't kill you. These dirty things can kill you. Lumia will keep you okay."
Soon, Lumia came with her priests.
The job of the army priest is to make sacrifices to calm people's minds, and also to act as a physician.
The priests of Rose knew that some grass blades were helpful for trauma healing, but whether a person could survive or not depended on the meaning of God.
Priests have long believed that illness is a divine punishment, and that a soldier's body becomes feverish after being injured is a test. Lumia herself had no idea how much the herbs were used.
Basically, after getting a fever after being injured, he can only resign himself to his fate.
She was ordered to examine Arik's wound and learned that it was wounded by the enemy's broad-blade arrow cluster. The wound was not deep, nor did it hurt the bones, but the length was a bit horrible.
She was taken aback when she heard Rurik's order. She actually used a knife to hang some of the dirty meat and saw the bright red muscles in it. (This set of methods is also the code of practice for Tsarist Russian military doctors).
Arik bit a wooden stick. He thought of his brothers dying to protect him, and now he couldn't have any painful screams.
Lumia bit her head to clean up for him, and let Otto and Haro Zossen who were present to stare at the whole process.
The **** knife was thrown away, Lumia strung a linen thread with a steel needle to stitch Arik's wound into a centipede. She carried the precious steel array and string, and was able to sew the clothes that Rurik and other nobles accidentally damaged, but she did not expect to sew Arik's skin. She also did this kind of thing for the first time in her life, and she had never heard of this kind of thing when she was a nomad on the deer-raising ice field.
Otto took the knife and set it on the fire.
The brothers have their own experience in dealing with trauma, which is to weld the wound with hot iron.
Carlotta had come with Lumia, and she wanted to do some help, but seeing Otto's actions, the girl was scared off by clutching her knees.
"The knife is burned." Alto motioned to Lumia, "It's better to be branded after sewing."
"No." Rurik flatly refused. Instead, he got a bottle of strong wine from his father, bit the cork off his teeth, and washed the skin around Arik's wound with the wine.
"What are you doing, my baby?!" Otto subconsciously wanted to pull the bottle back from his son's arms, and Rurik easily avoided it.
Half a bottle of spirits was used up like this.
"In this way, any invisible dirt, or Loki's curse, is removed by the wine."
Arik closed his eyes and endured again, feeling a lot better. The blood is still oozing out slowly, it is no longer serious. With Lumia covered with herbs and wrapped in a white linen cloth, Arik's arm was treated. It's just a pity that after all this tossing, he shouldn't think about going to battle in person for the time being.
Arik moves his arm, the second is the pain, the biggest trouble is the arm is too inflexible!
"Rurik, you made me like this, I can't carry the second sword."
"Do you still want to kill yourself?" Rurik by the bonfire shook his head. "If you die in the battle, it will be a great loss for us. I don't want to lose you. You must listen to my orders. I am the decisive battle. You see, I will be easily killed by the opponent when I go to battle to kill the enemy. This is looking for death. If I do this now, I will also lose Odin’s blessing. As a commander, I am not afraid of 10,000 opponents. Arik, You are responsible for the entire flag team."
Arik pursed his lips and didn't want to say anything, and suddenly lay down and cried out tired.
Rurik’s mobilization for battle was indeed a plan to halve the cannon fire. He hoped to have a decisive battle with the enemy, and the battle would determine the universe, but the enemy did not suddenly mobilize.
Isn't the enemy specifically pursuing a decisive battle, but sending waves of hundreds of people one by one?
If this is the case, the Gotland army deserves to fail in the refueling tactics, and the Russ army has always objectively concentrated its superior forces to fight more and less, so it is difficult to win or not.
All the scouts selected by Arik came from the First Banner, and the brothers who came back alive told everyone what they had experienced. For a while, the crowd was enthusiastic, and the soldiers longed for revenge, and it happened that Rurik responded to their fury and issued a war mobilization order.
The Ross army will be marching with all the troops tomorrow, but some troops will fight an outpost.
There are five hundred soldiers in the First Banner Team of the Warriors, one hundred and fifty elite mercenaries from the Duke, one hundred Corvin archers from the Archers Banner team, and even three hundred soldiers from the Slavic Banner Team.
Rurik personally led the 1,000-man team, and his subordinates included generals Arik, Jeflo, Mezzasta, and Medveit.
This is really the most elite of the three thousand army of Ross, especially the soldiers of the First Banner team can fight ten each, and the archer Kewen has amazing shooting skills.
Of course, only the first banner team carried fifty steel-armed crossbows, and another brisk wooden crossbow. The elite mercenaries are equipped with various crossbows, not to mention the Kewen people.
The big army and the Gotland army meet each other? why? Is it necessary?
Rurik is not obsessed with warrior culture in his mind. As long as he can win the battle, he will use all kinds of strange tricks that are easy to use. What is the honor of a soldier? Victory is the greatest honor.
Thousands of troops are shocked to equip nearly 400 various crossbows, even so, their melee level is still superb.
The fighters of the First Banner have put on chain mail, not to mention the elite mercenaries, even the Corvins and Novgorods, supplemented by the seizure of Baisha Port, they all began to wear armor, almost nothing on their waists. On a small hand axe.
Early in the morning, Lumia led a group of priests standing by a bonfire, singing prayers and watching the soldiers rush to the west.
The Russ, Corvins and Slavs all naturally worship the flame, because he symbolizes power in the cultures of all ethnic groups. In this regard, the Slavic fighters are more excited. They believe in the Slavic **** Peron, equivalent to Odin, whose incarnations are thunder and flames.
Medvedt was moved. He felt that Lumia had also become a priestess of the Novgorod people, and she was more noble than the priests in her hometown.
Lumia is indeed noble. The antler helmet she inherited is inlaid with more gems. She herself is gorgeously dressed, and she has a very large silver jewelry hanging on her chest.
The army was advancing in the opposite direction along the route of Arik’s escape last night, and their fighting spirit was high. The Rus wanted to avenge the fallen brothers, the Slavic fighters and the Corvin fighters, hoping to prove their strength through this battle and get the spoils on the battlefield by the way.
The Duke of Ross is kind and fair. Those who fight for Ross will have their own looting on the battlefield. Only some things specified by the duke himself must be turned in after grabbing them, and they are no longer within the provisions, and grabbing is his own.
Kewen people and Novgorod people have this right!
In order to fulfill the obligation of surrendering to Ross, these two ethnic groups, who were once very ironic, made a big move. Until now, they were essentially covered in iron. These iron tools will bring prosperity to life after the war.
The flag bearer of the Warriors Flag team carried the flag team flag, and the mercenaries of Rurik carried the Duke Ross flag. Not only did the Slavic flag team carry the flag team flag, their spears were all covered with blue and white cloth tassels.
The mighty army walked on the grass by the stream, and their team was uniform.
They set off at dawn, and when the sun was high, several single scouts returned one after another. They reported that the small forest in front had found a lot of smoke and dust, and saw a lot of gray-black figures with golden heads.
Rurik called all the lower-level commanders: "It's the enemy, let's start the battle now."
"It seems that it is them. They dare to chase me." Arik's left arm was hung from his neck by hemp rope. He knew that he could only fight with a sword in his right hand and he was at a disadvantage, so he volunteered, "Let me take the flag team. Brothers. They can be defeated easily."
Rurik shook his head, "You said, when they see our army, will they run away?"
"They?" Arik smiled, "Bah, they didn't even think about retreating if they dared to move forward. In my opinion, those guys are still chasing me, they are looking for death."
"Well, we blew the horns, brothers roared, we wake them up ~www.novelhall.com~ and fight them!"
"Huh? A dignified battle of honor? Okay!" Arik patted his brother's head with his right hand, "I thought you were going to attack."
"Sneak attack? It's okay. However, I want them to align the team, and then let our army's arrows shoot them all. Brother, we won't get anyone injured."
"You." Arik smirked, and then suffocated, "You are so cruel."
"Not all." Rurik ordered Arik again, "You choose three hundred elite people and touch the back of the forest. I'm afraid the enemy will run away, so you will attack the coward. Remember, try to catch the enemy. Boss."
"Humiliate him after catching it? I can't ask for it. I will slowly cut off the man's tongue so that his stinky mouth can no longer speak."
Looking at his cousin's face, Rurik felt that this guy had to slowly torture him to death when he caught the boss. What's the matter of cutting his tongue? Maybe he had to be a blood eagle to vent his anger.
"Then catch him for interrogation. We can figure out the inside story of Visby. You can do whatever you want. To kill our fighters, the boss must die!"
With both swords in the scabbard, Arik ran all the way, clutching his injured left arm. He was thinking about revenge, but the pain on his arm got worse.Most of the brothers died in this dangerous investigation. The living people staggered towards the upper reaches of the river with crossbows. They didn't know how long they would go, and then a tired soldier sat down.Upon seeing this, Arik also sat on the withered grass.He uncovered his linen clothes and inspected his wounds that were temporarily no longer bleeding under the soft sunset light.The arrow cluster didn't stick in the flesh, it just made a big cut. Fortunately, the wound was not serious."Damn it! Useless!"A tired soldier gasped and said regretfully, "We have cut many of them, and now the people in Gotland are desperately fighting with us. If we knew this, we should bring more people.""This is the Duke's order." Arik barked his teeth and covered the wound. "I want to take five hundred brothers to fight, but the Duke disagrees. My brother just wants to have a decisive battle. Hey, there will be a decisive battle at that time. Enough people, I won't live here now. Forget it, let's keep going."Arik stood up and ordered his men to continue on their way, even though the dusk was getting darker now.The sun went down, and the whole world quickly became cold.The stars in the sky are dazzling, which does not attract the interest of the retreating people at all.They imagined that they could find the big army quickly, and this fantasy seemed to come true.A lot of flames appeared not far away, and there were also stars on the ground.The soldiers who realized the reason laughed and walked hurriedly."Hey! Don't be excited, come back to me." Arik yelled.The soldiers turned around one after another, quite puzzled."Stand up for me and I will take you back. Listen, if you run around, the brothers on guard will treat you as enemies of sneak attacks."When Arik said so, the soldiers calmed down. Everyone is knowing the means of guarding the brothers, but they wear a crossbow to guard, abnormal shadows appear under the darkness, of course, they shoot first.However, an army of three thousand people gathered to camp, and the large number of bonfires lit was really appalling. Even if the Gotlandians discovered them, would they dare to attack with all their strength?Rurik remained cautious, and arranged sentries to lie in ambush around the camp as usual, inspecting the surrounding anomalies. And the on-board torsion slingshot in the camp, the ropes have not been charged yet, but the large crossbow arrows have been placed in the chute for accidents.Arik didn't hide anything. He led the team in a relatively neat line, shouting "We are the Ross people", and deliberately attracted the attention of the sentry.Some dark shadows emerged from the grass. Their appearance was so sudden that Arik's right arm shook out the sword.Arik yelled directly, "It's really scary, almost treating you as enemies.""It's the brave Arik? You're finally back!" The sentry was overjoyed, but seeing that not many people came back, he couldn't help but become suspicious. "You can't find your trace. Have you met a major enemy in the west?""Don't mention it, I want to see my brother and the Duke immediately. I have something important to say.""Follow me quickly."The bonfire warmed everyone, and the corpses were gradually burning into black charcoal.No one cares about the dirty and worried carcasses of cattle and sheep, and the Ross army is still busy eating the jerky they carry.It is really boring to eat only dry food like this kind of teething. Even worse, although there are wheat fields around and the oats are not mature, everyone who wants to eat oatmeal and porridge can only be anxious.Otto sat on his legs, happily holding a glass bottle and drank half a bottle of spirits, then threw it to the old man Haro Zuosen, persuading him to take a sip.Spirits are currently extremely limited, and it is impossible to make large-scale crafting or even further distillation when imported into new wheat.This battle was a decisive battle of the tribe. Ottoso ordered to bring all the spirits in stock, which was actually the next five bottles.Arik returned with his men, and there was a great commotion in the camp.Ross soldiers, young and old, they noticed the terrible black blood stains on the returning brothers, as well as the tired faces. They must have gone through a **** battle.Soon, Arik returned with an angry and disdainful face, and suddenly sat in front of the bonfire, facing Otto and Liurik."Fight?" Otto asked calmly."Yes, fight.""Dead?""Almost forty dead."Hearing, Otto buzzed his head. He stood up suddenly, slapped his old face vigorously, and scolded, "What the **** did you do? You really think you can do it? Take fifty brothers to fight the enemy? You are crazy, look at your good deeds. , You chopped down all the people in this village, not even the cattle and sheep, so that I can only look at those stinking and nauseous cattle and sheep, gnawing this **** salted fish."He scolded and scolded, and the anger accumulated by Otto's experience along the way was instantly released. He sat down again and suddenly asked calmly, "What's the matter?"Arik slowly dropped his blood coat, exposed his upper body, and the wound on his left arm was really eye-catching."Your injury... doesn't seem to be in the way." Otto's attitude seemed to be calm, leaving Rick startled when he saw this wound."Brother! You..."Rurik leaned over, glanced anxiously. The blood stopped flowing, and it seemed that the wound was indeed on the surface.Arik admitted that the cattle and sheep in the village were chopped by him, and he even touched Visby."My injury is indeed not in the way. We saw Visby, a settlement bigger than our hometown, bigger than that of the Mlaren people. During the day we saw the open bay they had, everywhere. It's a house. There are many ships on the coast. Visby is definitely very rich. There are many of them, and we have exposed ourselves. We were attacked by the Gotland army and the brothers suffered a lot. If it were not for the cover of brothers, I already dead.""Is that so?" Rurik didn't want to comfort him or complain. Those were meaningless.Otto's eyes are as resolute as an eagle. "It seems that our opponent is already preparing for the decisive battle we hope. Arik.""in.""A real man always has many wounds on his body. How, does it affect your sword swing?""It's okay, I can continue fighting after a night's rest.""Then, the one who attacked you...""I'm about to talk about it!" Arik was suddenly angry. He slapped his legs with both hands, and he slammed the wound, and blood came out."No, you still need to deal with the wound." Rurik casually called a maid, "Cicia, call Lumia. Remember to bring a needle and thread."Arik looked at the wound, he didn't care at all. "They had a leader with about five hundred people or more. We were attacked in the village ahead. I killed a hundred of them and lost many brothers. It is shameful that the leader called me a coward! ""So, do you think you are a coward?" Otto asked calmly."I..." Arik raised his head, not knowing what to say for a while.Otto nodded and said nothing.Maybe the cousin has already acquiesced? absurd!Rurik directly pressed against his cousin's hairy body, "Only a bull can rush to death. You are my hero. You are as clever as fishing, fishing out an army of the enemy. They still Are you chasing you?"Arik felt better when he heard it: "Maybe. They may continue to chase me or rest in place. It's too late and they can't go too far.""So." Rurik thought for a while, "They never let their bodies be exposed to the wilderness, and it takes a lot of time to burn them. They won't go far."Quiet Otto suddenly said, "This is just a frustration for you. It is God's punishment for your indiscriminate destruction. Since there is an enemy of hundreds of people, you will bring an army to destroy them. You rest, tomorrow ...""I'll go with him." Rurik looked at his father and brother. "To deal with a small number of enemies, we can mobilize a thousand people.""You need to be careful about this.""Dad, please rest assured. I will..." Rurik had an idea. He still doesn't know what kind of equipment Arik has encountered.Soon, Rurik understood. The enemy has a few archers, and most of them are ordinary swordsmen and shields.This shows that the Gotland Army as a whole is also configured like this, and their long-range strength is really weak.Rurik's eyes gasped with fire, and he laughed confidently, "Arik, take revenge with the brothers of the First Banner. I will organize a group of archers and a group of Novgorod soldiers. These are. You trained the spearmen in the east. Now try their strength."Arik, who was dissatisfied with himself, got excited, his heart beating wildly, and the open wounds bleed more."I'm going to rectify the soldiers. We'll leave when the sky is dark. And you." Rurik patted his cousin on the shoulder, "Soon Lumia will heal you.""Heal? Is it necessary?""Of course, and your wound needs to be stitched up."Arik was taken aback. "Sew like a leather jacket?""Yes, but you won't yell because of it. Listen, your wound is dirty. The enemy can't kill you. These dirty things can kill you. Lumia will keep you okay."Soon, Lumia came with her priests.The job of the army priest is to make sacrifices to calm people's minds, and also to act as a physician.The priests of Rose knew that some grass blades were helpful for trauma healing, but whether a person could survive or not depended on the meaning of God.Priests have long believed that illness is a divine punishment, and that a soldier's body becomes feverish after being injured is a test. Lumia herself had no idea how much the herbs were used.Basically, after getting a fever after being injured, he can only resign himself to his fate.She was ordered to examine Arik's wound and learned that it was wounded by the enemy's broad-blade arrow cluster. The wound was not deep, nor did it hurt the bones, but the length was a bit horrible.She was taken aback when she heard Rurik's order. She actually used a knife to hang some of the dirty meat and saw the bright red muscles in it. This set of methods is also the code of practice for Tsarist Russian military doctors.Arik bit a wooden stick. He thought of his brothers dying to protect him, and now he couldn't have any painful screams.Lumia bit her head to clean up for him, and let Otto and Haro Zossen who were present to stare at the whole process.The **** knife was thrown away, Lumia strung a linen thread with a steel needle to stitch Arik's wound into a centipede. She carried the precious steel array and string, and was able to sew the clothes that Rurik and other nobles accidentally damaged, but she did not expect to sew Arik's skin. She also did this kind of thing for the first time in her life, and she had never heard of this kind of thing when she was a nomad on the deer-raising ice field.Otto took the knife and set it on the fire.The brothers have their own experience in dealing with trauma, which is to weld the wound with hot iron.Carlotta had come with Lumia, and she wanted to do some help, but seeing Otto's actions, the girl was scared off by clutching her knees."The knife is burned." Alto motioned to Lumia, "It's better to be branded after sewing.""No." Rurik flatly refused. Instead, he got a bottle of strong wine from his father, bit the cork off his teeth, and washed the skin around Arik's wound with the wine."What are you doing, my baby?!" Otto subconsciously wanted to pull the bottle back from his son's arms, and Rurik easily avoided it.Half a bottle of spirits was used up like this."In this way, any invisible dirt, or Loki's curse, is removed by the wine."Arik closed his eyes and endured again, feeling a lot better. The blood is still oozing out slowly, it is no longer serious. With Lumia covered with herbs and wrapped in a white linen cloth, Arik's arm was treated. It's just a pity that after all this tossing, he shouldn't think about going to battle in person for the time being.Arik moves his arm, the second is the pain, the biggest trouble is the arm is too inflexible!"Rurik, you made me like this, I can't carry the second sword.""Do you still want to kill yourself?" Rurik by the bonfire shook his head. "If you die in the battle, it will be a great loss for us. I don't want to lose you. You must listen to my orders. I am the decisive battle. You see, I will be easily killed by the opponent when I go to battle to kill the enemy. This is looking for death. If I do this now, I will also lose Odin's blessing. As a commander, I am not afraid of 10,000 opponents. Arik, You are responsible for the entire flag team."Arik pursed his lips and didn't want to say anything, and suddenly lay down and cried out tired.Rurik's mobilization for battle was indeed a plan to halve the cannon fire. He hoped to have a decisive battle with the enemy, and the battle would determine the universe, but the enemy did not suddenly mobilize.Isn't the enemy specifically pursuing a decisive battle, but sending waves of hundreds of people one by one?If this is the case, the Gotland army deserves to fail in the refueling tactics, and the Russ army has always objectively concentrated its superior forces to fight more and less, so it is difficult to win or not.All the scouts selected by Arik came from the First Banner, and the brothers who came back alive told everyone what they had experienced. For a while, the crowd was enthusiastic, and the soldiers longed for revenge, and it happened that Rurik responded to their fury and issued a war mobilization order.The Ross army will be marching with all the troops tomorrow, but some troops will fight an outpost.There are five hundred soldiers in the First Banner Team of the Warriors, one hundred and fifty elite mercenaries from the Duke, one hundred Corvin archers from the Archers Banner team, and even three hundred soldiers from the Slavic Banner Team.Rurik personally led the 1,000-man team, and his subordinates included generals Arik, Jeflo, Mezzasta, and Medveit.This is really the most elite of the three thousand army of Ross, especially the soldiers of the First Banner team can fight ten each, and the archer Kewen has amazing shooting skills.Of course, only the first banner team carried fifty steel-armed crossbows, and another brisk wooden crossbow. The elite mercenaries are equipped with various crossbows, not to mention the Kewen people.The big army and the Gotland army meet each other? why? Is it necessary?Rurik is not obsessed with warrior culture in his mind. As long as he can win the battle, he will use all kinds of strange tricks that are easy to use. What is the honor of a soldier? Victory is the greatest honor.Thousands of troops are shocked to equip nearly 400 various crossbows, even so, their melee level is still superb.The fighters of the First Banner have put on chain mail, not to mention the elite mercenaries, even the Corvins and Novgorods, supplemented by the seizure of Baisha Port, they all began to wear armor, almost nothing on their waists. On a small hand axe.Early in the morning, Lumia led a group of priests standing by a bonfire, singing prayers and watching the soldiers rush to the west.The Russ, Corvins and Slavs all naturally worship the flame, because he symbolizes power in the cultures of all ethnic groups. In this regard, the Slavic fighters are more excited. They believe in the Slavic **** Peron, equivalent to Odin, whose incarnations are thunder and flames.Medvedt was moved. He felt that Lumia had also become a priestess of the Novgorod people, and she was more noble than the priests in her hometown.Lumia is indeed noble. The antler helmet she inherited is inlaid with more gems. She herself is gorgeously dressed, and she has a very large silver jewelry hanging on her chest.The army was advancing in the opposite direction along the route of Arik's escape last night, and their fighting spirit was high. The Rus wanted to avenge the fallen brothers, the Slavic fighters and the Corvin fighters, hoping to prove their strength through this battle and get the spoils on the battlefield by the way.The Duke of Ross is kind and fair. Those who fight for Ross will have their own looting on the battlefield. Only some things specified by the duke himself must be turned in after grabbing them, and they are no longer within the provisions, and grabbing is his own.Kewen people and Novgorod people have this right!In order to fulfill the obligation of surrendering to Ross, these two ethnic groups, who were once very ironic, made a big move. Until now, they were essentially covered in iron. These iron tools will bring prosperity to life after the war.The flag bearer of the Warriors Flag team carried the flag team flag, and the mercenaries of Rurik carried the Duke Ross flag. Not only did the Slavic flag team carry the flag team flag, their spears were all covered with blue and white cloth tassels.The mighty army walked on the grass by the stream, and their team was uniform.They set off at dawn, and when the sun was high, several single scouts returned one after another. They reported that the small forest in front had found a lot of smoke and dust, and saw a lot of gray-black figures with golden heads.Rurik called all the lower-level commanders: "It's the enemy, let's start the battle now.""It seems that it is them. They dare to chase me." Arik's left arm was hung from his neck by hemp rope. He knew that he could only fight with a sword in his right hand and he was at a disadvantage, so he volunteered, "Let me take the flag team. Brothers. They can be defeated easily."Rurik shook his head, "You said, when they see our army, will they run away?""They?" Arik smiled, "Bah, they didn't even think about retreating if they dared to move forward. In my opinion, those guys are still chasing me, they are looking for death.""Well, we blew the horns, brothers roared, we wake them up ~www.novelhall.com~ and fight them!""Huh? A dignified battle of honor? Okay!" Arik patted his brother's head with his right hand, "I thought you were going to attack.""Sneak attack? It's okay. However, I want them to align the team, and then let our army's arrows shoot them all. Brother, we won't get anyone injured.""You." Arik smirked, and then suffocated, "You are so cruel.""Not all." Rurik ordered Arik again, "You choose three hundred elite people and touch the back of the forest. I'm afraid the enemy will run away, so you will attack the coward. Remember, try to catch the enemy. Boss.""Humiliate him after catching it? I can't ask for it. I will slowly cut off the man's tongue so that his stinky mouth can no longer speak."Looking at his cousin's face, Rurik felt that this guy had to slowly torture him to death when he caught the boss. What's the matter of cutting his tongue? Maybe he had to be a blood eagle to vent his anger."Then catch him for interrogation. We can figure out the inside story of Visby. You can do whatever you want. To kill our fighters, the boss must die!"
