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Rise of Rurik - Chapter 526

Published at 21st of September 2022 05:52:56 AM


Chapter 526: Encounter under the dark night

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Northumbria suddenly encountered a huge crisis. The holy land was occupied or destroyed by the enemy. It was the king's responsibility to retake it. After the victory, the king's reputation will be further improved.

King Enred was unable to organize the strongest elite in the kingdom in a short time. He planned to use local lords and conscripted farmers to piece together a mighty but worrisome army.

What is the combat effectiveness of those farmers? What about their loyalty? Are you facing a war and just run away just by witnessing a skirmish?

These things are difficult for the king to predict.

The morale of the army was greatly triumphed, and Ainred himself was also infected by this atmosphere.

A huge army finally opened. As a king, he was surrounded by one hundred and fifty elite cavalrymen, and he became the most beautiful figure in the army.

Behind him are regular fighters with a strength of up to 1,000, or so-called "standard fighters."

This group of people has at least relatively uniform weapons and equipment, boots, and belts. The kingdom paid them a wage and a batch of cloth, and the individual had to find a tailor to make the cloth into a suitable style.

The "standard warriors" scattered in multiple regions are the power to defend the foundation of Ainred's kingship, and a cavalry unit is his sword.

The cavalry's spears of about three meters are also tied with cloth bags, and the iron-skin reinforced leather helmets are also inserted with dyed wild goose feathers.

The rider's chain mail was wiped brightly, and they were riding on leather saddles. The stirrups were really simple, but they were just a leather case that could restrain their feet.

In this era, two-legged stirrups also began to be popularized in the Frankish cavalry during the reign of Charlemagne. As the rare old king of Northumbria who had seen the charm of the Frankish heavy cavalry in Britain, his successor son could not continue to improve in this regard. Perhaps the improvement is unnecessary. Northumbria’s cavalry is strong, and it is indeed the kingdom’s decisive weapon, and it is feared by the surrounding countries.

However, all the cavalry ridden are British native horses, which are actually leftovers from the Romans on the island hundreds of years ago.

The best horses are the Arabian desert horses. The hybrids between them and the native British horses are the famous thoroughbred horses.

The horses of the cavalry are not outstanding, and the equipment cannot be said to be excellent. They have the name of heavy cavalry, but by Eastern standards, these cavalry are at best lightly armed scouts.

The real heavy cavalry should have equipment, in the form of an iron can, doing the work of a tank more than a thousand years later.

In this bad island, Ernred's cavalry determines his absolute self-confidence.

After all, Northumbria had never had such a cavalry team. Since his father paid to establish this team under the advice of the Franks, the cavalry team has never failed.

The king was very confident, and the cavalry captain Aston was even more excited.

The kingdom’s relative peace has been maintained for ten years, and the cavalry has never faced a strong enemy. Some veterans have already retired, and many war horses have turned into chariots. Although a horse can live for thirty years, the prime time of a war horse is only five to seven years.

The Kingdom Cavalry still represents the glory, but most of this glory is inherited from the predecessors.

There are young cavalry and upright horses in the cavalry. The riders are carefully selected warriors, and many of them are the children of nobles. The children of the nobles need to win battles to improve their reputation and honor, not just for qualifications or simply guarding the king to participate in some activities.

In the sudden war, the kingdom’s cities were hit. The angry expressions of many cavalry warriors were more acting, and their hearts were ecstatic. The so-called battle might be the only chance for them to become famous in the first battle and gain great honor for their family.

There are also a group of infantry soldiers who have similar ideas.

Of course, they are not noble than those cavalry, but cut off the ears of the enemy on the battlefield, the battle can also get some rewards. The soldiers who meritorious service will surely get a bounty and even the priority to clean the battlefield after the war. When the number of years of service is up, you can easily marry a wife and buy a piece of land to become a noble farmer who is different from ordinary farmers.

Even, once he has made extraordinary achievements, such as beheading an enemy leader, the king will definitely be overjoyed and canonize an ordinary warrior to become a small lord of a party, that is, a small landlord who can recruit followers.

The kingdom did learn from Frank’s system in many ways. At least all the "standard warriors" and cavalry, they all have a promising future.

It's just the farmers who are really recruited. They are dressed in common clothes, carrying simple farming tools and weapons, huddled together with their bare feet, carrying their own wheat and cooking utensils, and they try to follow the big troops without leaving behind.

This team of 2,400 people just dragged it into a three-kilometer team.

From Bamburgh to Lindisfarne Abbey, the dirt road connecting the two places is only 30 kilometers.

The situation of the march made the king really speechless. It is true that the quality of the farmer's troops is really bad, and the road soaked by rain is really difficult to follow. He was fortunate that he had placed the queen, prince, and a group of unrelated entourages in Bamburgh. They could not take part in this battle.

A group of clergymen, led by the Bishop of Bamburgh Edmund, got into a carriage, so-called praying for the soldiers before the war, and praying for the war dead after the war.

Another group of horse-drawn carriages hauled a small amount of military rations, as well as replacement weapons and equipment, and materials for building tents.

The existence of these really proves that Northumbria’s army is not simply performing badly in battle, they have something.

The dispatched scouts still did not bring back any news. The Northumbrian army, due to the peasant army's hardship, had a journey that could have been completed in one day, and the king ordered a camp in the forest.

The tent has been set up, and the king, earl, bishop, as well as cavalry and infantry captains gathered together to take the warm bonfire to discuss countermeasures for the fierce battle.

The king made no secret of his displeasure: "Those farmers, I look at them too highly."

Count Albert hurriedly said: "They are very tired soon after the wheat harvest. Besides, they are just farmers. It is also good for us to camp here temporarily. If the enemy is stationed at the monastery, we walked for a day and we were tired. At war, the situation is terrible."

"Are you... teaching me to do things? I know how to fight. You don't need to explain this situation yourself."

"Yes!" The earl hurriedly hooked his head, muttering to himself that his cousin was bored.

"You raise your head."

"Ah?!" The earl did so again.

"What are the scouts you sent out? Are those riding guys lost? Are the enemies still entrenched in the monastery?"

"I do not know."

"Okay! Okay..." The king shook his head with his mouth stretched, grabbed a branch, broke it and threw it into the fire.

At this time, the bishop of Bamburgh, Edmund urged urgently: "We must arrive at the monastery early. The situation there must be very critical. Can the stone wall reinforced by the king resist a thousand barbarians? Those barbarians attacked Edinburgh! My. My friends are afraid..."

"Then treat them as dead! The monastery is destroyed again!" The king hammered his thigh vigorously.

Since the camp is very close to the destination, it doesn't make sense to continue sending scouts.

The bishop's words did give King Ainred another inspiration. The so-called Bamburgh defense close to the sea was already very empty. If he threw himself into the air and the enemy sneaked into the back, the result would be tragic.

However, if you care about the safety of the rear, how can you have enough troops to regain Lindisfarne?

In this state of recklessness, the king who couldn't afford to hold back was performing a gamble.

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The entire camp of the Northumbrian Army was quiet. Those farmers who had been walking for a day with black mud on their feet were wrapped in coarse hemp spies from their homes, wrapped up and slept.

Regular soldiers also slept around the campfire, and the cavalry slept peacefully while guarding their knees and their horses.

Only high-ranking figures, such as kings, earls, and bishops live in tents, and the ranks are clear at a glance.

There are also a few soldiers patrolling the camp, and as the night continues, they are getting more and more tired.

King Einred claimed to have done a very adequate night defense. He even felt that his

The sky was about to dawn, and a sneaky figure was approaching the camp.

A large number of bonfires lit up in the wet forest. The long-burning flames dispelled the dampness and protected the soldiers' warmth. It also forced the wild beasts to dare not approach.

But these two dozen shadows are not beasts.

Northumbria as a whole is still extremely large and sparsely populated. Except for cities and affiliated villages, the rest of the kingdom is a barren no man's land.

There are still wolves and even bears in the forest.

These twenty-odd Balmerk Viking hunters with spears and bows only listened to the orders of their family chiefs, and did not stop at Rick's orders. Instead of building camps and arranging battlefields, they used their ability to explore and began to evaluate whether this new area could become the new home of the Balmerks.

This move was a bit too anxious, so they didn't care about killing the enemy scout at all, but continued to march into the depths of the forest.

Finally, the group collided with the large army camp in Northumbria.

"Boss! I am a dazzling eye?! Here... are all enemies?!" One person was already shocked by the astonishing large-scale sleeping scene and dared not move.

Although the family leader was also very nervous, he noticed the opportunity inside.

"Brothers, our family has few people. If we want to gain more voice in the tribe, we must rely on war. There are still some brothers staying in the rear, you..." He looked around: "You follow me and attack. Kill some enemies, grab some useful ones, and withdraw."

Everyone looked at each other, and the idea of ​​the family leader was completely different. Everyone showed obvious fear.

"You fools, I thought you were all strong!"

One person hurriedly defended: "But boss, we are too few. In my opinion, we should go back and report to everyone."

"Report? Of course I have to report. I have to kill a few enemies first and then return to report. Really made Rurik of Ross right, the enemy must send an army to destroy us. The war is about to break out, and we started the first. The battle, the first work is ours. You all follow me and follow my orders before withdrawing."

"So boss, where are we attacking?"

"Find the nearest campfire and kill. Take out your axe and follow me!"

A clan leader led his fellows to quietly touched over, relying on the cover of the big tree, they finally touched the camp of the farmers and soldiers.

The enemy's posture was very strange, and he didn't look like brave fighters, at least different from those he had encountered before.

Having disregarded so much, the cruel Viking began to cut down.

The poor farmers were chopped off their heads while sleeping and died on the spot.

When the horrific behavior of the Vikings was discovered, as many as fifty people had been killed. The situation became very strange for a time. The family leader felt that the idiot he encountered was obviously a fool. If he brought all fifty brothers, he could understand the army in this peculiar way in his sleep, at least it was a big one. section.

But the crazy behavior was discovered. Someone blew the conch horn, someone beat a small waist drum, or even simply shouted and shoved, and the sleeping army suddenly woke up.

A guard madly broke into the king's camp.

Ainred was awakened by the noise outside, and he drew out his sword for the first time.

"what happened!"

"Wang! Something happened outside! The enemy has come to rob the camp."

"Robbery! Damn! This group of barbarians still have some tactics." Ainred raised his head and hurriedly put on his helmet, ordering: "Let the soldiers get up and kill the robbers!"

On the other hand, the family leader saw that the momentum was not right. They should have been hacked and slashed, and they began to flee in all directions.

Under the reflection of the bonfire, he saw a group of people with reflective bodies, and instinctively told him that this was an army with a lot of iron, which was completely different from the previous dead.

The head of the family immediately yelled in Norse: "Brothers, let's go! Go back and report!"

The Vikings dressed in animal skins immediately strayed from birds and beasts. After all, they thought from the beginning that the leader's decision would cheat the brothers, even if they succeeded in the first place.

Thanks to this animal skin, under the faint moonlight and starlight, they didn't reflect light, and they quickly disappeared into the black forest.

The military camp in Northumbria turned into a pan of porridge, and for a time there were many trampling incidents and oolong fights.

It wasn't until the sky was shining brightly that the chaos subsided after being caught in the camp where people were able to see each other clearly.

The piles of red and white objects at the scene of a messy fight, even if they were many regular fighters, vomited them out on the spot.

Ernred has experienced terrible wars, even if they were all from the past ten years ago. He felt that he could hold back the blood on the battlefield, and he was really vomiting in this scene.

Those who died were the farmers' war, and now the morale of the farmers is suffering a fatal blow.

Those priests have endured tremendous mental stimulation and came to pray for these tragic deaths. Several other priests, under the leadership of Bishop Edmund, tried their best to appease the emotions of the army.

After the king gargled his mouth and called all the officers, everyone's heart was beating wildly~www.novelhall.com~ In this case, he had no intention of criticizing his subordinates.

His anger was all directed at the enemy: "Now everything is clear, we are in Lindisfarn! They didn't leave!"

The earl clutched his chest and filled with indignation: "We should assemble an army and kill them directly, and kill all the savages!"

Cavalry captain Aston offered to ask: "Those barbarians in the dark night can only rely on the dark night to attack our weakest farmer, and now it’s dawn, I can lead the cavalry team directly over! The cavalry’s iron hoof will trample to death the barbarians."

"I mean it! Aston!" King Ernred ordered urgently.

"Aye!"

"Rectify troops and horses and launch an assault immediately! When the enemy's camp is found, attack immediately! My large forces will arrive soon."

Aston slapped himself in the chest: "Lord King, please witness your loyal cavalry team win again! I'm leaving!"

After that, he turned around and headed for his cavalry camp aggressively...




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