Chapter 884: Russ Cavalry Raid
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The long and narrow Lake Witten has a special geographical structure. It is a typical glacial lake, and the formation principle of the lake in the Finnish swamp is exactly the same.
The entire Gotaland region is a highland, and every winter snowmelt merges into streams such as this large lake, but the lake has few openings to the ocean.
It has only one zigzag waterway leading to the east with the East Baltic Sea, and this waterway passes through a number of lakes, including Lake Glan. Eventually, the waterway empties into the sea at the fjords of the old Ostara territory.
The main force of Rurik's Rus fleet followed this waterway. They went upstream, and in the doomed torturous waterway, they kept approaching the destination of Lake Wettern.
And speaking of this great lake, it cannot enter the Denmark Strait from the western part of Scandinavia.
To enter the Denmark Strait, you must detour through a small broken lake, and then go through the vein-like river into the larger lake Vänern adjacent to it.
In the west, Lake Vänern leads out a wide channel, from which the lake flows quietly into the Denmark Strait.
According to legend, Gothenburg, a large settlement of the Gotaland people, is located by this waterway.
The news Rurik has learned so far is very trivial, and he is also mentally prepared. It is said that although the army is always wandering in the waters, it has to be subject to the twists and turns of the waterway, and the road to advance will take a lot of time. He was very fortunate that he was well prepared, and he launched the attack during the spring ploughing, which bought a lot of time for himself.
"Arik, I'm afraid your actions are faster than mine. I hope you will win..."
He prayed silently in his heart, but his fleet had just entered the fjord of the old Ostara.
The army wants to stay here for a while. This move is not just for rest. The biggest purpose is to do a sacrifice.
Small-scale sacrificial activities are to comfort the undead here.
Exactly eleven years ago, the Ostara people living in this fjord region suffered a disaster. Under the overwhelming force of the overwhelming force of Mount Tai, their struggle collapsed.
A branch of the Swedes of their identity, the daughter of their nobleman is now a nobleman of the kingdom of Rus, and their refugees are revived in the East.
Now Rurik is here again.
In fact, as long as you look carefully, you can find a lot of village ruins in the bay. Although the power of nature is covering the traces of human activities with grass, vines and small trees, as long as you enter the woods frequently to poke leaves, you can even find many broken bones.
Those bones must have been eaten by wolves, and broken bones are everywhere.
Rurik ordered the landing troops to spend a day collecting skeletons everywhere, and finally dig a large pit and put them in to make a mound, covering with some found stones.
Everything has passed, and the enemies who killed the Ostarans have passed away for ten years. The inhabitants of Gotland collapsed, the Danes fell into infighting, and the control of the era finally fell into the hands of the Rus, who brought conquest and murder, and then peace.
Just like a tsunami, after the big waves, the disputes of the past will be smoothed out. A new beginning is born on the earth after the tsunami.
Only a smart person can perceive the strangeness before the tsunami, and the Jotalan people, who live in a rather isolated living environment, are unaware of the threats from the north and east.
It is rare for the soldiers who landed to take a rest on land. After all, this fjord was once run by a tribe of more than 2,000 people, and the large flat land left behind is full of traces of ruins of buildings. Now it is suitable for the army to rest and rest.
The stay of the army was destined to be short. In the middle of the night, with the crackling of the bonfire, the nobles of Rus and Sweden were chatting around the hearth.
Bjorn's complexion was not good, even though the flames shone on his face, his face was still full of worry.
"We finished the ceremony, buried and found the bones, which is a comfort to the souls of the Ostara people. Next, we are going west. Bjorn, it looks like you are not in good spirits."
"It's not good. I'm worried about the future," he said.
"What's there to worry about? Or do you think the Jotarans are actually very powerful?"
Bjorn shook his head, then pointed his big finger to several people, and said: "These little-known little dukes used to live in our marching destination, their homeland is on the north bank of Lake Wettern, and now they are with me from Melalen. Be neighbors. No one knows the westward fairway better than them, with its intricate twists and turns, you can ask them.”
"I asked." Rurik looked a little unhappy.
"how?"
"It's not difficult."
"Forget it! It's going to be a long journey. It's like a rope that looks small, but stretches to a very long rope. You still underestimate the twists and turns of the river."
Rurik frowned: "You seem to understand?"
"I don't understand, but my businessman understands. It doesn't matter. I believe that the armies of Arik and Yermalen can reach Lake Wettern first, that is, their strength may be less. If there is a conflict with the enemy, they will But we can't get our support. In my opinion, we still have to do a sacrifice to pray for their safety."
It sounds like Bjorn is mocking himself for putting too much emphasis on ritual activities? Rurik didn't want to say anything, not even to Bjorn.
In the end, the night surrounding the fire broke up unhappily. Everyone went to the camp to take a nap, and after having dinner in the morning, the whole army set off.
However, on the second day, when the army began to rush to the first inner lake, the Grand Lake, Rurik finally understood the many meanings of Bjorn's words.
Ask yourself, you really underestimated the twists and turns of the waterway.
Of course, large sailing warships are pulled by traditional longboat oars, like two horses moving a carriage. The water channel became narrow, and the draft of the big ship was deeper. The person standing on the bow and holding the probe measured the water depth to confirm that the river bed in the center of the channel would not damage the keel. Even so, dozens of large ships can only be lined up in a long snake formation at this stage, the depth of the army has been pulled extremely long, and the overall marching speed is completely limited by the speed of the soldiers paddling against the current. The overall speed has slowed down.
Now, Rurik is really starting to worry that Bjorn is really possessed by a crow's mouth, and the so-called Arik who takes a shortcut from north to south will suffer.
Is it true that Arik's department will encounter hardships?
Rurik could never have imagined that in order to win the battle and get the first credit, his elder brother Arik would not require a logistics force and a large number of infantry, and only brought three hundred cavalry to advance rapidly in the forest.
The refreshing spring sun shines on the Arik cavalry troops marching through the gaps in the massed forest.
Every cavalryman in this cavalry team has a unique identity. They have at least a lot of family background before they are eligible to be selected as cavalry. Among them, there are many sons of the Slavs of the Boyar nobles, who have done so as a cavalry and made military exploits, and can return to the village to inherit the title of nobility in the future.
Their first allegiance was to King Rurik, and now the king's cousin Arik suddenly became the commander. Even though this thirty-year-old guy in his prime had experienced many battles, the cavalry warriors felt somewhat resistant.
The cavalry have commanders they trust, one is their Pecheneg instructors, and the other is "Bald" Fisk. Among them, Fisk is the most authoritative.
Of course Arik noticed this. He was not a proud person by holding on to his past brilliant achievements.
Holding the reins in his hand, he pretended to be arrogant, and he shouted loudly: "You **** can disobey me! Those rumors are true. I have actually cut at least 300 enemy heads in my life. I am the No. 1 Berserker of Ross. If it is not for this kind of bravery, how can my brother of the king trust me?"
He said that ordinary cavalry can't refute it. Arik's madness is something that everyone knows about old Ross. At this moment, it is Fisk who speaks for his brothers.
"Brother Arik, but you are not good at fighting on horseback."
"You? Your kid?!"
"How? Am I wrong? You haven't joined our training since you learned to ride a horse and not fall off. Brother, you are a good infantry warrior, but it's me who commands the cavalry." Fisk said, Because the other descendants were booing and applauding.
For a while, Arik was speechless, and he smiled bitterly for a moment.
Arik didn't intend to refute either, he was not someone who likes to brag.
Since this Fisk's father and his biological father were sacrificed in the same battle, he still called himself "brother", and they were both old Russ people, so Arik didn't admit his counsel or try to be brave.
He encouraged: "When the target is found, I will announce the attack, and you will direct the specific battle."
"Okay. I just hope you don't rush too fast after the battle, brother. Now that the snow has melted, you will really hurt yourself if you fall off the horse."
"You!" Arik immediately became furious when he heard it, but then he calmed down and scolded: "Young people dare to educate me? Are you worried that I will be injured? I want to show you a hand."
Fisk did feel that Arik was too reckless, including this time, the rapid advance of the cavalry alone without the infantry and some truck-loaded equipment was a huge reckless act.
It turned out that the Pecheneg instructors played a roundabout way, so-called this is also a kind of Pecheneg tactic.
What is the land dividing line between Götland and Svealand?
The ground in front seemed to be slightly raised, and the cavalry felt just right. Because Gotaland is a highland with an average altitude of 130 meters, while the Svealan Plain guards the huge and trivial Lake Mälaren, with an average altitude of two or three meters.
After they passed the narrow forest area in the southern part of Lake Yermalen, the terrain began to rise gradually. Only when the cavalry were in it, looking north through the gap in the forest, could they realize that they were on the high ground.
The cavalry had already entered the northern area of the Gotaland Heights first, and the horses' hooves stepped on the soft grass, and then frequently passed through the streams and marshes.
Some seemingly larger lakes are nearby, and intuition tells everyone that this is not the goal.
After further investigation, people can find that there is no one here, like a pure no-man's land.
However, in the evening of the second day after leaving Lake Yermalen, the peculiar smoke from the forest caught the attention of all the cavalry.
"Looks like there are forest hunters or loggers. How about it? Send someone to take a look?" Arik shouted at Fisk.
"Exactly, we need the prisoners to ask questions."
Not too many people, two cavalry squads of twenty cavalry rushed over. The rest of the cavalry followed close behind and approached the smoke.
As Arik guessed, this is a family living in the woods. There are more than ten people in a family, some children of the master and the wife, and slaves who live together.
The cavalry and monsters that suddenly appeared were unintentional. They had never seen cavalry before, and they randomly launched an instinctive resistance.
This move undoubtedly angered the cavalry warriors. They remembered the king's order clearly, so they faced these Jotarans very ruthlessly.
They slaughtered wildly, and in the end they left the lives of two slaves.
After a while, Arik and the large cavalry troop came on their horses from the reins, and the corpse lying on the ground felt no sense. Although Fisk felt a little uncomfortable in this scene, his spirit recovered immediately.
The two slaves were bound with their hands and dragged under the iron hooves of war horses.
Arik jumped off the horse and kicked the slave over to show his horse's power.
"Tell me! Jotalans! Where is your village?"
Look at these two people curled up in the mud and shout in fear: "We are not from Gotaland! We are from Denmark. We are Danes and make them slaves."
"It's still a Dane, isn't it even more damning?" After that, a cavalryman with a spear rode forward, looking like he was about to stab.
Then one person smelled the meaning of the words and hurriedly screamed: "We are useful! Great warriors! We are slaves for you and will tell you anything you want to know."
"Stop! Save their lives."
Arik stepped forward and kicked the shouting man again: "We just want to know where the Gotaland village is."
The slave twisted his head: "Yes! I know the location of the village. I'll be a slave for you, just spare my life."
"Really? Very good. Why don't we make another deal."
"Okay! I will do any transaction."
"I haven't spoken yet, idiot. We make a deal, you take us to the nearest Jotalan village, and I set you free, any?"
"I promise. I promise everything!"
Arik nodded, pulled the man's hair aside, then pulled his head to watch the other slave stabbed to death by the spear of the Ross cavalry.
"Slave, do you understand? You must cooperate well, otherwise this will be the end."
There are many similar forest huts, but because of this, they are very close to the village chief, so close that the cavalry can attack the village in the early morning and attack the village before noon. This is still based on the premise that the traveler is on foot, if the cavalry rushes forward, it can only be faster.
In order to avoid scaring the snakes, the cavalry did not burn the forest hut. The cavalry swept away the food stored by the deceased, and the metal of the corpse was pulled to the side of the bush and discarded casually.
It has to be said that some cavalry warriors who have just entered the battlefield are surprised by the nature of the war, but for the Pecheneg instructors present, this kind of behavior is too common on the grasslands.
The herdsmen always have to live together, even grazing, just to beware of being suddenly attacked by Khazarian or Magyar horse bandits.
This kind of people who leave the village and live in independent huts in the forest pay the price of death for their boldness, and the Ross cavalry is also resting in this area.
Arik ordered the whole army not to live, and immediately unloaded the sacks from the saddles and fed the horses a large amount of high-quality oats.
The cavalry ate the durum cakes brought from their hometown, dried fish and a small amount of dried cheese.
After the man and the horse finished eating, they hibernated in the forest, and began to attack when the sky was dawn.
……
It's a new day. It's just an ordinary day for the Gotaland people who entered the villages in the northern part of the lake.
In fact, they don't know how the Swedes who originally lived here escaped cleanly. Later, it was rumored that the Danes launched a large-scale attack, which scared many Swedes northward, so that they completely withdrew from Wettern. Lake.
The fishermen of Gotaland occupied the vacant houses. Three villages that were originally Swedes were transformed into Gotaland. Based on this, they grazing cattle and sheep to the north naturally invaded the traditional territory of the Yermalen people in Sweden.
After all, the shortest straight-line distance from Lake Wettern to Lake Yermalen is less than fifty kilometers.
The sky turned blue, and the morning fog rose.
The mist blurred the lake, the fishermen woke up lazily, the women continued to mend their fishing nets, and the men fiddled with their fishing boats after eating. Others pulled the goats, sheep and cows out of the shed to graze nearby.
The more than 300 Jotalan villagers live an ordinary life. They are also Vikings, but they live in a closed area. It is clear that other tribes have always been on guard against the Danes, and sneak attacks on each other have occurred from time to time, but that is a matter of the locals in Gothenburg, and has little to do with the people living on the shore of Lake Wettern.
Suddenly, something strange happened.
The pottery urn defending the clear water in the city, a blog post appeared on the water surface.
The dried fish on the outdoor stand is shaking gently.
The earth seemed to be shaking, and it seemed that something was rushing out from the forest.
Some cautious men left the house, picked up tools naturally, and looked around vigilantly.
Those who were going to paddle into the lake to start a new day of fishing are now floating on the water and watching.
Suddenly, a large number of black shadows quickly emerged, and the raid of the Ross cavalry suddenly began.
The recurve bow shot deadly arrows at close range~www.novelhall.com~ The spear began to stab the villagers who were bewildered.
The spear was only used once, and after stabbing the enemy, the cavalry immediately replaced it with their own swords and drove the horses to slash at will.
The war is bound to be ruthless. Princess Pecheneg now joins the battle as an ordinary soldier. She is even ignored by everyone. She simply sits on the battlefield, rides on horseback, holds a bow and shoots arrows, shoots "moving targets" from standing posts, and trains on weekdays. The technology is on full display.
If prepared properly, this Gotaland village can organize more than 100 people to pick up shields and swords to form a shield wall. They are suddenly killed by cavalry they have never seen before, and there is no time to organize troops. They were slaughtered, and any resistance was futile. Not only were they unprepared, they even had more cavalry than their old, weak, women and children combined.
Facing the sudden killing, the fishermen still floating on the lake were completely numb. They saw that someone was swimming and trying to get their own help, and the fishermen naturally threw the ropes. No matter what the current situation was, they rescued their own people first.
"They're going to escape! Fisk! Take your people and shoot them! Damn, or take their ship and kill them!" Arik shouted so, but he was completely diluted by the noisy roar.
Fisk is not a fool either. He indulged other brothers to kill, and he called some people to shoot arrows at the fishing boats that were drifting away by the lake.
This is another good show of "shooting moving targets".
Some fishermen were shot and fell into the lake, and even those with arrows in their backs were pulled back to the boat by their companions.
They gradually escaped the range of the recurve bow, and now Fisk can only spit and curse a group of cowards for running away.
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The long and narrow Lake Witten has a special geographical structure. It is a typical glacial lake, and the formation principle of the lake in the Finnish swamp is exactly the same.
The entire Gotaland region is a highland, and every winter snowmelt merges into streams such as this large lake, but the lake has few openings to the ocean.
It has only one zigzag waterway leading to the east with the East Baltic Sea, and this waterway passes through a number of lakes, including Lake Glan. Eventually, the waterway empties into the sea at the fjords of the old Ostara territory.
The main force of Rurik's Rus fleet followed this waterway. They went upstream, and in the doomed torturous waterway, they kept approaching the destination of Lake Wettern.
And speaking of this great lake, it cannot enter the Denmark Strait from the western part of Scandinavia.
To enter the Denmark Strait, you must detour through a small broken lake, and then go through the vein-like river into the larger lake Vänern adjacent to it.
In the west, Lake Vänern leads out a wide channel, from which the lake flows quietly into the Denmark Strait.
According to legend, Gothenburg, a large settlement of the Gotaland people, is located by this waterway.
The news Rurik has learned so far is very trivial, and he is also mentally prepared. It is said that although the army is always wandering in the waters, it has to be subject to the twists and turns of the waterway, and the road to advance will take a lot of time. He was very fortunate that he was well prepared, and he launched the attack during the spring ploughing, which bought a lot of time for himself.
"Arik, I'm afraid your actions are faster than mine. I hope you will win..."
He prayed silently in his heart, but his fleet had just entered the fjord of the old Ostara.
The army wants to stay here for a while. This move is not just for rest. The biggest purpose is to do a sacrifice.
Small-scale sacrificial activities are to comfort the undead here.
Exactly eleven years ago, the Ostara people living in this fjord region suffered a disaster. Under the overwhelming force of the overwhelming force of Mount Tai, their struggle collapsed.
A branch of the Swedes of their identity, the daughter of their nobleman is now a nobleman of the kingdom of Rus, and their refugees are revived in the East.
Now Rurik is here again.
In fact, as long as you look carefully, you can find a lot of village ruins in the bay. Although the power of nature is covering the traces of human activities with grass, vines and small trees, as long as you enter the woods frequently to poke leaves, you can even find many broken bones.
Those bones must have been eaten by wolves, and broken bones are everywhere.
Rurik ordered the landing troops to spend a day collecting skeletons everywhere, and finally dig a large pit and put them in to make a mound, covering with some found stones.
Everything has passed, and the enemies who killed the Ostarans have passed away for ten years. The inhabitants of Gotland collapsed, the Danes fell into infighting, and the control of the era finally fell into the hands of the Rus, who brought conquest and murder, and then peace.
Just like a tsunami, after the big waves, the disputes of the past will be smoothed out. A new beginning is born on the earth after the tsunami.
Only a smart person can perceive the strangeness before the tsunami, and the Jotalan people, who live in a rather isolated living environment, are unaware of the threats from the north and east.
It is rare for the soldiers who landed to take a rest on land. After all, this fjord was once run by a tribe of more than 2,000 people, and the large flat land left behind is full of traces of ruins of buildings. Now it is suitable for the army to rest and rest.
The stay of the army was destined to be short. In the middle of the night, with the crackling of the bonfire, the nobles of Rus and Sweden were chatting around the hearth.
Bjorn's complexion was not good, even though the flames shone on his face, his face was still full of worry.
"We finished the ceremony, buried and found the bones, which is a comfort to the souls of the Ostara people. Next, we are going west. Bjorn, it looks like you are not in good spirits."
"It's not good. I'm worried about the future," he said.
"What's there to worry about? Or do you think the Jotarans are actually very powerful?"
Bjorn shook his head, then pointed his big finger to several people, and said: "These little-known little dukes used to live in our marching destination, their homeland is on the north bank of Lake Wettern, and now they are with me from Melalen. Be neighbors. No one knows the westward fairway better than them, with its intricate twists and turns, you can ask them.”
"I asked." Rurik looked a little unhappy.
"how?"
"It's not difficult."
"Forget it! It's going to be a long journey. It's like a rope that looks small, but stretches to a very long rope. You still underestimate the twists and turns of the river."
Rurik frowned: "You seem to understand?"
"I don't understand, but my businessman understands. It doesn't matter. I believe that the armies of Arik and Yermalen can reach Lake Wettern first, that is, their strength may be less. If there is a conflict with the enemy, they will But we can't get our support. In my opinion, we still have to do a sacrifice to pray for their safety."
It sounds like Bjorn is mocking himself for putting too much emphasis on ritual activities? Rurik didn't want to say anything, not even to Bjorn.
In the end, the night surrounding the fire broke up unhappily. Everyone went to the camp to take a nap, and after having dinner in the morning, the whole army set off.
However, on the second day, when the army began to rush to the first inner lake, the Grand Lake, Rurik finally understood the many meanings of Bjorn's words.
Ask yourself, you really underestimated the twists and turns of the waterway.
Of course, large sailing warships are pulled by traditional longboat oars, like two horses moving a carriage. The water channel became narrow, and the draft of the big ship was deeper. The person standing on the bow and holding the probe measured the water depth to confirm that the river bed in the center of the channel would not damage the keel. Even so, dozens of large ships can only be lined up in a long snake formation at this stage, the depth of the army has been pulled extremely long, and the overall marching speed is completely limited by the speed of the soldiers paddling against the current. The overall speed has slowed down.
Now, Rurik is really starting to worry that Bjorn is really possessed by a crow's mouth, and the so-called Arik who takes a shortcut from north to south will suffer.
Is it true that Arik's department will encounter hardships?
Rurik could never have imagined that in order to win the battle and get the first credit, his elder brother Arik would not require a logistics force and a large number of infantry, and only brought three hundred cavalry to advance rapidly in the forest.
The refreshing spring sun shines on the Arik cavalry troops marching through the gaps in the massed forest.
Every cavalryman in this cavalry team has a unique identity. They have at least a lot of family background before they are eligible to be selected as cavalry. Among them, there are many sons of the Slavs of the Boyar nobles, who have done so as a cavalry and made military exploits, and can return to the village to inherit the title of nobility in the future.
Their first allegiance was to King Rurik, and now the king's cousin Arik suddenly became the commander. Even though this thirty-year-old guy in his prime had experienced many battles, the cavalry warriors felt somewhat resistant.
The cavalry have commanders they trust, one is their Pecheneg instructors, and the other is "Bald" Fisk. Among them, Fisk is the most authoritative.
Of course Arik noticed this. He was not a proud person by holding on to his past brilliant achievements.
Holding the reins in his hand, he pretended to be arrogant, and he shouted loudly: "You **** can disobey me! Those rumors are true. I have actually cut at least 300 enemy heads in my life. I am the No. 1 Berserker of Ross. If it is not for this kind of bravery, how can my brother of the king trust me?"
He said that ordinary cavalry can't refute it. Arik's madness is something that everyone knows about old Ross. At this moment, it is Fisk who speaks for his brothers.
"Brother Arik, but you are not good at fighting on horseback."
"You? Your kid?!"
"How? Am I wrong? You haven't joined our training since you learned to ride a horse and not fall off. Brother, you are a good infantry warrior, but it's me who commands the cavalry." Fisk said, Because the other descendants were booing and applauding.
For a while, Arik was speechless, and he smiled bitterly for a moment.
Arik didn't intend to refute either, he was not someone who likes to brag.
Since this Fisk's father and his biological father were sacrificed in the same battle, he still called himself "brother", and they were both old Russ people, so Arik didn't admit his counsel or try to be brave.
He encouraged: "When the target is found, I will announce the attack, and you will direct the specific battle."
"Okay. I just hope you don't rush too fast after the battle, brother. Now that the snow has melted, you will really hurt yourself if you fall off the horse."
"You!" Arik immediately became furious when he heard it, but then he calmed down and scolded: "Young people dare to educate me? Are you worried that I will be injured? I want to show you a hand."
Fisk did feel that Arik was too reckless, including this time, the rapid advance of the cavalry alone without the infantry and some truck-loaded equipment was a huge reckless act.
It turned out that the Pecheneg instructors played a roundabout way, so-called this is also a kind of Pecheneg tactic.
What is the land dividing line between Götland and Svealand?
The ground in front seemed to be slightly raised, and the cavalry felt just right. Because Gotaland is a highland with an average altitude of 130 meters, while the Svealan Plain guards the huge and trivial Lake Mälaren, with an average altitude of two or three meters.
After they passed the narrow forest area in the southern part of Lake Yermalen, the terrain began to rise gradually. Only when the cavalry were in it, looking north through the gap in the forest, could they realize that they were on the high ground.
The cavalry had already entered the northern area of the Gotaland Heights first, and the horses' hooves stepped on the soft grass, and then frequently passed through the streams and marshes.
Some seemingly larger lakes are nearby, and intuition tells everyone that this is not the goal.
After further investigation, people can find that there is no one here, like a pure no-man's land.
However, in the evening of the second day after leaving Lake Yermalen, the peculiar smoke from the forest caught the attention of all the cavalry.
"Looks like there are forest hunters or loggers. How about it? Send someone to take a look?" Arik shouted at Fisk.
"Exactly, we need the prisoners to ask questions."
Not too many people, two cavalry squads of twenty cavalry rushed over. The rest of the cavalry followed close behind and approached the smoke.
As Arik guessed, this is a family living in the woods. There are more than ten people in a family, some children of the master and the wife, and slaves who live together.
The cavalry and monsters that suddenly appeared were unintentional. They had never seen cavalry before, and they randomly launched an instinctive resistance.
This move undoubtedly angered the cavalry warriors. They remembered the king's order clearly, so they faced these Jotarans very ruthlessly.
They slaughtered wildly, and in the end they left the lives of two slaves.
After a while, Arik and the large cavalry troop came on their horses from the reins, and the corpse lying on the ground felt no sense. Although Fisk felt a little uncomfortable in this scene, his spirit recovered immediately.
The two slaves were bound with their hands and dragged under the iron hooves of war horses.
Arik jumped off the horse and kicked the slave over to show his horse's power.
"Tell me! Jotalans! Where is your village?"
Look at these two people curled up in the mud and shout in fear: "We are not from Gotaland! We are from Denmark. We are Danes and make them slaves."
"It's still a Dane, isn't it even more damning?" After that, a cavalryman with a spear rode forward, looking like he was about to stab.
Then one person smelled the meaning of the words and hurriedly screamed: "We are useful! Great warriors! We are slaves for you and will tell you anything you want to know."
"Stop! Save their lives."
Arik stepped forward and kicked the shouting man again: "We just want to know where the Gotaland village is."
The slave twisted his head: "Yes! I know the location of the village. I'll be a slave for you, just spare my life."
"Really? Very good. Why don't we make another deal."
"Okay! I will do any transaction."
"I haven't spoken yet, idiot. We make a deal, you take us to the nearest Jotalan village, and I set you free, any?"
"I promise. I promise everything!"
Arik nodded, pulled the man's hair aside, then pulled his head to watch the other slave stabbed to death by the spear of the Ross cavalry.
"Slave, do you understand? You must cooperate well, otherwise this will be the end."
There are many similar forest huts, but because of this, they are very close to the village chief, so close that the cavalry can attack the village in the early morning and attack the village before noon. This is still based on the premise that the traveler is on foot, if the cavalry rushes forward, it can only be faster.
In order to avoid scaring the snakes, the cavalry did not burn the forest hut. The cavalry swept away the food stored by the deceased, and the metal of the corpse was pulled to the side of the bush and discarded casually.
It has to be said that some cavalry warriors who have just entered the battlefield are surprised by the nature of the war, but for the Pecheneg instructors present, this kind of behavior is too common on the grasslands.
The herdsmen always have to live together, even grazing, just to beware of being suddenly attacked by Khazarian or Magyar horse bandits.
This kind of people who leave the village and live in independent huts in the forest pay the price of death for their boldness, and the Ross cavalry is also resting in this area.
Arik ordered the whole army not to live, and immediately unloaded the sacks from the saddles and fed the horses a large amount of high-quality oats.
The cavalry ate the durum cakes brought from their hometown, dried fish and a small amount of dried cheese.
After the man and the horse finished eating, they hibernated in the forest, and began to attack when the sky was dawn.
……
It's a new day. It's just an ordinary day for the Gotaland people who entered the villages in the northern part of the lake.
In fact, they don't know how the Swedes who originally lived here escaped cleanly. Later, it was rumored that the Danes launched a large-scale attack, which scared many Swedes northward, so that they completely withdrew from Wettern. Lake.
The fishermen of Gotaland occupied the vacant houses. Three villages that were originally Swedes were transformed into Gotaland. Based on this, they grazing cattle and sheep to the north naturally invaded the traditional territory of the Yermalen people in Sweden.
After all, the shortest straight-line distance from Lake Wettern to Lake Yermalen is less than fifty kilometers.
The sky turned blue, and the morning fog rose.
The mist blurred the lake, the fishermen woke up lazily, the women continued to mend their fishing nets, and the men fiddled with their fishing boats after eating. Others pulled the goats, sheep and cows out of the shed to graze nearby.
The more than 300 Jotalan villagers live an ordinary life. They are also Vikings, but they live in a closed area. It is clear that other tribes have always been on guard against the Danes, and sneak attacks on each other have occurred from time to time, but that is a matter of the locals in Gothenburg, and has little to do with the people living on the shore of Lake Wettern.
Suddenly, something strange happened.
The pottery urn defending the clear water in the city, a blog post appeared on the water surface.
The dried fish on the outdoor stand is shaking gently.
The earth seemed to be shaking, and it seemed that something was rushing out from the forest.
Some cautious men left the house, picked up tools naturally, and looked around vigilantly.
Those who were going to paddle into the lake to start a new day of fishing are now floating on the water and watching.
Suddenly, a large number of black shadows quickly emerged, and the raid of the Ross cavalry suddenly began.
The recurve bow shot deadly arrows at close range~www.novelhall.com~ The spear began to stab the villagers who were bewildered.
The spear was only used once, and after stabbing the enemy, the cavalry immediately replaced it with their own swords and drove the horses to slash at will.
The war is bound to be ruthless. Princess Pecheneg now joins the battle as an ordinary soldier. She is even ignored by everyone. She simply sits on the battlefield, rides on horseback, holds a bow and shoots arrows, shoots "moving targets" from standing posts, and trains on weekdays. The technology is on full display.
If prepared properly, this Gotaland village can organize more than 100 people to pick up shields and swords to form a shield wall. They are suddenly killed by cavalry they have never seen before, and there is no time to organize troops. They were slaughtered, and any resistance was futile. Not only were they unprepared, they even had more cavalry than their old, weak, women and children combined.
Facing the sudden killing, the fishermen still floating on the lake were completely numb. They saw that someone was swimming and trying to get their own help, and the fishermen naturally threw the ropes. No matter what the current situation was, they rescued their own people first.
"They're going to escape! Fisk! Take your people and shoot them! Damn, or take their ship and kill them!" Arik shouted so, but he was completely diluted by the noisy roar.
Fisk is not a fool either. He indulged other brothers to kill, and he called some people to shoot arrows at the fishing boats that were drifting away by the lake.
This is another good show of "shooting moving targets".
Some fishermen were shot and fell into the lake, and even those with arrows in their backs were pulled back to the boat by their companions.
They gradually escaped the range of the recurve bow, and now Fisk can only spit and curse a group of cowards for running away.
The long and narrow Lake Witten has a special geographical structure. It is a typical glacial lake, and the formation principle of the lake in the Finnish swamp is exactly the same.The entire Gotaland region is a highland, and every winter snowmelt merges into streams such as this large lake, but the lake has few openings to the ocean.It has only one zigzag waterway leading to the east with the East Baltic Sea, and this waterway passes through a number of lakes, including Lake Glan. Eventually, the waterway empties into the sea at the fjords of the old Ostara territory.The main force of Rurik's Rus fleet followed this waterway. They went upstream, and in the doomed torturous waterway, they kept approaching the destination of Lake Wettern.And speaking of this great lake, it cannot enter the Denmark Strait from the western part of Scandinavia.To enter the Denmark Strait, you must detour through a small broken lake, and then go through the vein-like river into the larger lake Vnern adjacent to it.In the west, Lake Vnern leads out a wide channel, from which the lake flows quietly into the Denmark Strait.According to legend, Gothenburg, a large settlement of the Gotaland people, is located by this waterway.The news Rurik has learned so far is very trivial, and he is also mentally prepared. It is said that although the army is always wandering in the waters, it has to be subject to the twists and turns of the waterway, and the road to advance will take a lot of time. He was very fortunate that he was well prepared, and he launched the attack during the spring ploughing, which bought a lot of time for himself."Arik, I'm afraid your actions are faster than mine. I hope you will win..."He prayed silently in his heart, but his fleet had just entered the fjord of the old Ostara.The army wants to stay here for a while. This move is not just for rest. The biggest purpose is to do a sacrifice.Small-scale sacrificial activities are to comfort the undead here.Exactly eleven years ago, the Ostara people living in this fjord region suffered a disaster. Under the overwhelming force of the overwhelming force of Mount Tai, their struggle collapsed.A branch of the Swedes of their identity, the daughter of their nobleman is now a nobleman of the kingdom of Rus, and their refugees are revived in the East.Now Rurik is here again.In fact, as long as you look carefully, you can find a lot of village ruins in the bay. Although the power of nature is covering the traces of human activities with grass, vines and small trees, as long as you enter the woods frequently to poke leaves, you can even find many broken bones.Those bones must have been eaten by wolves, and broken bones are everywhere.Rurik ordered the landing troops to spend a day collecting skeletons everywhere, and finally dig a large pit and put them in to make a mound, covering with some found stones.Everything has passed, and the enemies who killed the Ostarans have passed away for ten years. The inhabitants of Gotland collapsed, the Danes fell into infighting, and the control of the era finally fell into the hands of the Rus, who brought conquest and murder, and then peace.Just like a tsunami, after the big waves, the disputes of the past will be smoothed out. A new beginning is born on the earth after the tsunami.Only a smart person can perceive the strangeness before the tsunami, and the Jotalan people, who live in a rather isolated living environment, are unaware of the threats from the north and east.It is rare for the soldiers who landed to take a rest on land. After all, this fjord was once run by a tribe of more than 2,000 people, and the large flat land left behind is full of traces of ruins of buildings. Now it is suitable for the army to rest and rest.The stay of the army was destined to be short. In the middle of the night, with the crackling of the bonfire, the nobles of Rus and Sweden were chatting around the hearth.Bjorn's complexion was not good, even though the flames shone on his face, his face was still full of worry."We finished the ceremony, buried and found the bones, which is a comfort to the souls of the Ostara people. Next, we are going west. Bjorn, it looks like you are not in good spirits.""It's not good. I'm worried about the future," he said."What's there to worry about? Or do you think the Jotarans are actually very powerful?"Bjorn shook his head, then pointed his big finger to several people, and said: "These little-known little dukes used to live in our marching destination, their homeland is on the north bank of Lake Wettern, and now they are with me from Melalen. Be neighbors. No one knows the westward fairway better than them, with its intricate twists and turns, you can ask them."I asked." Rurik looked a little unhappy. "how?""It's not difficult.""Forget it! It's going to be a long journey. It's like a rope that looks small, but stretches to a very long rope. You still underestimate the twists and turns of the river."Rurik frowned: "You seem to understand?""I don't understand, but my businessman understands. It doesn't matter. I believe that the armies of Arik and Yermalen can reach Lake Wettern first, that is, their strength may be less. If there is a conflict with the enemy, they will But we can't get our support. In my opinion, we still have to do a sacrifice to pray for their safety."It sounds like Bjorn is mocking himself for putting too much emphasis on ritual activities? Rurik didn't want to say anything, not even to Bjorn.In the end, the night surrounding the fire broke up unhappily. Everyone went to the camp to take a nap, and after having dinner in the morning, the whole army set off.However, on the second day, when the army began to rush to the first inner lake, the Grand Lake, Rurik finally understood the many meanings of Bjorn's words.Ask yourself, you really underestimated the twists and turns of the waterway.Of course, large sailing warships are pulled by traditional longboat oars, like two horses moving a carriage. The water channel became narrow, and the draft of the big ship was deeper. The person standing on the bow and holding the probe measured the water depth to confirm that the river bed in the center of the channel would not damage the keel. Even so, dozens of large ships can only be lined up in a long snake formation at this stage, the depth of the army has been pulled extremely long, and the overall marching speed is completely limited by the speed of the soldiers paddling against the current. The overall speed has slowed down.Now, Rurik is really starting to worry that Bjorn is really possessed by a crow's mouth, and the so-called Arik who takes a shortcut from north to south will suffer.Is it true that Arik's department will encounter hardships?Rurik could never have imagined that in order to win the battle and get the first credit, his elder brother Arik would not require a logistics force and a large number of infantry, and only brought three hundred cavalry to advance rapidly in the forest.The refreshing spring sun shines on the Arik cavalry troops marching through the gaps in the massed forest.Every cavalryman in this cavalry team has a unique identity. They have at least a lot of family background before they are eligible to be selected as cavalry. Among them, there are many sons of the Slavs of the Boyar nobles, who have done so as a cavalry and made military exploits, and can return to the village to inherit the title of nobility in the future.Their first allegiance was to King Rurik, and now the king's cousin Arik suddenly became the commander. Even though this thirty-year-old guy in his prime had experienced many battles, the cavalry warriors felt somewhat resistant.The cavalry have commanders they trust, one is their Pecheneg instructors, and the other is "Bald" Fisk. Among them, Fisk is the most authoritative.Of course Arik noticed this. He was not a proud person by holding on to his past brilliant achievements.Holding the reins in his hand, he pretended to be arrogant, and he shouted loudly: "You **** can disobey me! Those rumors are true. I have actually cut at least 300 enemy heads in my life. I am the No. 1 Berserker of Ross. If it is not for this kind of bravery, how can my brother of the king trust me?"He said that ordinary cavalry can't refute it. Arik's madness is something that everyone knows about old Ross. At this moment, it is Fisk who speaks for his brothers."Brother Arik, but you are not good at fighting on horseback.""You? Your kid?!""How? Am I wrong? You haven't joined our training since you learned to ride a horse and not fall off. Brother, you are a good infantry warrior, but it's me who commands the cavalry." Fisk said, Because the other descendants were booing and applauding.For a while, Arik was speechless, and he smiled bitterly for a moment.Arik didn't intend to refute either, he was not someone who likes to brag.Since this Fisk's father and his biological father were sacrificed in the same battle, he still called himself "brother", and they were both old Russ people, so Arik didn't admit his counsel or try to be brave.He encouraged: "When the target is found, I will announce the attack, and you will direct the specific battle.""Okay. I just hope you don't rush too fast after the battle, brother. Now that the snow has melted, you will really hurt yourself if you fall off the horse.""You!" Arik immediately became furious when he heard it, but then he calmed down and scolded: "Young people dare to educate me? Are you worried that I will be injured? I want to show you a hand."Fisk did feel that Arik was too reckless, including this time, the rapid advance of the cavalry alone without the infantry and some truck-loaded equipment was a huge reckless act.It turned out that the Pecheneg instructors played a roundabout way, so-called this is also a kind of Pecheneg tactic.What is the land dividing line between Gtland and Svealand?The ground in front seemed to be slightly raised, and the cavalry felt just right. Because Gotaland is a highland with an average altitude of 130 meters, while the Svealan Plain guards the huge and trivial Lake Mlaren, with an average altitude of two or three meters.After they passed the narrow forest area in the southern part of Lake Yermalen, the terrain began to rise gradually. Only when the cavalry were in it, looking north through the gap in the forest, could they realize that they were on the high ground.The cavalry had already entered the northern area of the Gotaland Heights first, and the horses' hooves stepped on the soft grass, and then frequently passed through the streams and marshes.Some seemingly larger lakes are nearby, and intuition tells everyone that this is not the goal.After further investigation, people can find that there is no one here, like a pure no-man's land.However, in the evening of the second day after leaving Lake Yermalen, the peculiar smoke from the forest caught the attention of all the cavalry."Looks like there are forest hunters or loggers. How about it? Send someone to take a look?" Arik shouted at Fisk."Exactly, we need the prisoners to ask questions."Not too many people, two cavalry squads of twenty cavalry rushed over. The rest of the cavalry followed close behind and approached the smoke.As Arik guessed, this is a family living in the woods. There are more than ten people in a family, some children of the master and the wife, and slaves who live together.The cavalry and monsters that suddenly appeared were unintentional. They had never seen cavalry before, and they randomly launched an instinctive resistance.This move undoubtedly angered the cavalry warriors. They remembered the king's order clearly, so they faced these Jotarans very ruthlessly.They slaughtered wildly, and in the end they left the lives of two slaves.After a while, Arik and the large cavalry troop came on their horses from the reins, and the corpse lying on the ground felt no sense. Although Fisk felt a little uncomfortable in this scene, his spirit recovered immediately.The two slaves were bound with their hands and dragged under the iron hooves of war horses.Arik jumped off the horse and kicked the slave over to show his horse's power."Tell me! Jotalans! Where is your village?"Look at these two people curled up in the mud and shout in fear: "We are not from Gotaland! We are from Denmark. We are Danes and make them slaves.""It's still a Dane, isn't it even more damning?" After that, a cavalryman with a spear rode forward, looking like he was about to stab.Then one person smelled the meaning of the words and hurriedly screamed: "We are useful! Great warriors! We are slaves for you and will tell you anything you want to know.""Stop! Save their lives."Arik stepped forward and kicked the shouting man again: "We just want to know where the Gotaland village is."The slave twisted his head: "Yes! I know the location of the village. I'll be a slave for you, just spare my life.""Really? Very good. Why don't we make another deal.""Okay! I will do any transaction.""I haven't spoken yet, idiot. We make a deal, you take us to the nearest Jotalan village, and I set you free, any?""I promise. I promise everything!"Arik nodded, pulled the man's hair aside, then pulled his head to watch the other slave stabbed to death by the spear of the Ross cavalry."Slave, do you understand? You must cooperate well, otherwise this will be the end."There are many similar forest huts, but because of this, they are very close to the village chief, so close that the cavalry can attack the village in the early morning and attack the village before noon. This is still based on the premise that the traveler is on foot, if the cavalry rushes forward, it can only be faster.In order to avoid scaring the snakes, the cavalry did not burn the forest hut. The cavalry swept away the food stored by the deceased, and the metal of the corpse was pulled to the side of the bush and discarded casually.It has to be said that some cavalry warriors who have just entered the battlefield are surprised by the nature of the war, but for the Pecheneg instructors present, this kind of behavior is too common on the grasslands.The herdsmen always have to live together, even grazing, just to beware of being suddenly attacked by Khazarian or Magyar horse bandits.This kind of people who leave the village and live in independent huts in the forest pay the price of death for their boldness, and the Ross cavalry is also resting in this area.Arik ordered the whole army not to live, and immediately unloaded the sacks from the saddles and fed the horses a large amount of high-quality oats.The cavalry ate the durum cakes brought from their hometown, dried fish and a small amount of dried cheese.After the man and the horse finished eating, they hibernated in the forest, and began to attack when the sky was dawn.It's a new day. It's just an ordinary day for the Gotaland people who entered the villages in the northern part of the lake.In fact, they don't know how the Swedes who originally lived here escaped cleanly. Later, it was rumored that the Danes launched a large-scale attack, which scared many Swedes northward, so that they completely withdrew from Wettern. Lake.The fishermen of Gotaland occupied the vacant houses. Three villages that were originally Swedes were transformed into Gotaland. Based on this, they grazing cattle and sheep to the north naturally invaded the traditional territory of the Yermalen people in Sweden.After all, the shortest straight-line distance from Lake Wettern to Lake Yermalen is less than fifty kilometers.The sky turned blue, and the morning fog rose.The mist blurred the lake, the fishermen woke up lazily, the women continued to mend their fishing nets, and the men fiddled with their fishing boats after eating. Others pulled the goats, sheep and cows out of the shed to graze nearby.The more than 300 Jotalan villagers live an ordinary life. They are also Vikings, but they live in a closed area. It is clear that other tribes have always been on guard against the Danes, and sneak attacks on each other have occurred from time to time, but that is a matter of the locals in Gothenburg, and has little to do with the people living on the shore of Lake Wettern.Suddenly, something strange happened.The pottery urn defending the clear water in the city, a blog post appeared on the water surface.The dried fish on the outdoor stand is shaking gently.The earth seemed to be shaking, and it seemed that something was rushing out from the forest.Some cautious men left the house, picked up tools naturally, and looked around vigilantly.Those who were going to paddle into the lake to start a new day of fishing are now floating on the water and watching.Suddenly, a large number of black shadows quickly emerged, and the raid of the Ross cavalry suddenly began.The recurve bow shot deadly arrows at close range~www.novelhall.com~ The spear began to stab the villagers who were bewildered.The spear was only used once, and after stabbing the enemy, the cavalry immediately replaced it with their own swords and drove the horses to slash at will.The war is bound to be ruthless. Princess Pecheneg now joins the battle as an ordinary soldier. She is even ignored by everyone. She simply sits on the battlefield, rides on horseback, holds a bow and shoots arrows, shoots "moving targets" from standing posts, and trains on weekdays. The technology is on full display.If prepared properly, this Gotaland village can organize more than 100 people to pick up shields and swords to form a shield wall. They are suddenly killed by cavalry they have never seen before, and there is no time to organize troops. They were slaughtered, and any resistance was futile. Not only were they unprepared, they even had more cavalry than their old, weak, women and children combined.Facing the sudden killing, the fishermen still floating on the lake were completely numb. They saw that someone was swimming and trying to get their own help, and the fishermen naturally threw the ropes. No matter what the current situation was, they rescued their own people first."They're going to escape! Fisk! Take your people and shoot them! Damn, or take their ship and kill them!" Arik shouted so, but he was completely diluted by the noisy roar.Fisk is not a fool either. He indulged other brothers to kill, and he called some people to shoot arrows at the fishing boats that were drifting away by the lake.This is another good show of "shooting moving targets".Some fishermen were shot and fell into the lake, and even those with arrows in their backs were pulled back to the boat by their companions.They gradually escaped the range of the recurve bow, and now Fisk can only spit and curse a group of cowards for running away.
