Chapter 1079: A big bald head emerges from under the tin helmet
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After landing in Riga, Spuut never showed Ross's force to the locals because of his strict discipline.
Even if most of the Rus who landed were given this identity later, it has been nearly ten years today.
Regardless of their origins, Saaremaa Islanders have been completely abolished by the sins of their old identity, and legally they have become New Rus. Now that I have become a Russ, all aspects must be close to the real Russ. They added new clothes and new weapons.
A plain white robe is sewn, with blue strips sewn on the front and back. Such a shirt does not have any defensive ability, it can keep out the cold, and the biggest significance is to show your identity to others.
Even a group of pirates unified the clothing, but the texture was far inferior to the craftsmanship of the state-run garment factories.
Every northerner longs for a good sword!
What was once popular throughout the Viking world was the so-called Viking sword imitating the broad-edged sword from Roman times. That kind of sword was made of pure wrought iron. It was inelastic and easy to bend. In order to increase its strength, it was deliberately made thick in the middle, with a bleeding groove and a wide blade. This kind of sword pays attention to slashing and thrusting, but the blade is too heavy, so that the warrior always installs a weighted iron piece on the hilt.
In the Danish community living in Riga, the local elite warriors all carry this style of saber.
Indeed, only elite warriors have the financial means to equip such swords.
The Rus are completely different.
Even Saaremaa Islanders are willing to accumulate a fortune and go to the mines in the north to buy a cheap sword embryo. The so-called sword embryo is a steel bar without an edge. When the islanders get it, they will hot forge it by themselves, and then they will cut the edge and polish the sharp sword tip. Their craftsmanship is inferior to that of the masters of the state-run smithy, but the cost of their own swords is low.
Even so, the islanders have been equipped with such 'self-made swords' on a large scale.
They showed their swords on a large scale for the first time, and bought some suet and tallow from Riga, and used the grease to maintain their swords.
The temporary settlement of the Rus is the site of the Danish community, and these sleepers are not afraid of the wide-eyed onlookers of their temporary allies.
The leader Stekander, who was also sharpening his sword urgently, could not have imagined that all the Russ actually had swords.
A sword, a round shield, and a leather helmet with a huge nose guard fulfilled all his visions of a good warrior.
Even, this group of Rus people also unloaded a heavy weapon called Torsion Slingshot from the ship. It has six giants, each of which can fire stone bullets and javelins, and its power is unfathomable.
The weapon called the crossbow was also transported from the ship by the Rus. It seemed to be a flat bow, but there was a mechanism to freely control the timing of the shooting, so that a poor hunter could use it to shoot squirrels from a long distance.
It was always in front of him that Stkander had to think about it. If it was not the 200 pirate-born Russ merchants who landed this time, but the real Russ army, what would happen to Riga? Maybe... then we can only make a high-profile announcement that we are Danes, a true ally of Ross, in order to protect ourselves.
Judging from the armament displayed by the Rus, he felt that the future fighting coalition would definitely win.
This is all because the elderly Ross nobleman is full of confidence with this small amount of troops on hand.
A group of monsters are coming from afar, and a beast has penetrated into the warm shack, and this beast is not just mad. This is a new impression of the local Latvian nobles in Riga on the Rus merchants.
Indeed, when the sun drenched the earth the next day, Ross's guest geography emerged from a crowd of uniformly dressed, uniformly shielded, sword-wielding warriors. They look exactly the same, talking and laughing together. To outsiders, they are really a group of blue and white people who are not to be provoked.
The vast number of Latvian militiamen learned of this situation. Most of them are simple people. They only feel that the big men have recruited a group of excellent mercenaries. This time the Semigallians' sneak attack will fail.
Obviously they are guarding their own territory and surrounding their own grain and livestock, but the militiamen are not willing to go all out. It's fine to let those Varyag mercenaries fight, the big deal is that they go to get a lot of spoils after the war, everyone's life is still the most important thing. It cannot be said that these militiamen are cowardly, only that they are very thieves.
Keeping this idea, there are indeed a thousand militiamen. Their weapons are mainly agricultural tools, and their clothes are very messy.
Their clothes were messed up, their weapons were messed up, mostly with a twine tied around their messy hair, those in good condition had leather shoes, and many others simply went barefoot.
One is uniform in clothing and equipment. Although he is a pirate, he is sturdy.
One of them is a local farmer, armed with messy clothes and messy clothes, and thinks that the battle is just a group fight.
In between are the fighters from the Danish community, who can maintain a certain degree of discipline and set up a shield wall to fight in formation under the command of the boss Strand. Their clothes are also varied, which makes the whole a little richer. If the clothes are not uniform, at least they should be kept clean, and the soldiers will decorate their clothes according to their own preferences. Therefore, there are many people who make leopard skins for shawls, and it is obvious that this special leather is bought from Polotsk or Drigovich.
In just one night, Riga organized an army. Of course, this is not because they have a very high degree of organization. It is because of the sudden large-scale surge in the population of the city, and the help of the Varyags who settled and lived.
Then in the next day, public opinion has quietly changed from initial fear to daring to fight. They waited for a full morning without waiting for the enemy, and in the afternoon, daring to fight after boring waiting turned into a fight.
Could it be that those Semigallians stopped?
The Latvians in Riga set up sentries further upstream, but these sentries were afraid to go too far. The sentinels were also very smart. They gathered some cow dung and prepared fire. They planned to create thick smoke for the rear to see after finding the enemy.
There were no danger warnings until the sun went down, and in the boring and tense waiting, the third day came quietly.
No one would doubt that the Semigallians would not come, and in the past quiet day, the war alarm had been sent to distant villages by well-legged messengers.
The top priority now is to protect their own territory, and it was only later that they got the news that the guys in Riga had hired two Varyags themselves as generals. They had no time to accuse the move because it was not a vote of all the chiefs that was called illegal, but an emergency from the village. Li chose the strong to go to Riga to help in the battle.
More Latvian militias! The more they were, the more confident they became, and the more eager they were for the Semigallians to show up.
The boring waiting is finally over, and the dramatic variables do not exist.
Because even the elderly can see the smoke in the distance.
Horns and drums blared loudly, and the whole Riga was plunged into a commotion.
The militia's strength has swelled to 1,500! Coupled with the Varyag mercenaries, the Latvian tribe forcibly organized an army of 2,000 people. Objectively speaking, this is the history of the tribe.
If the enemy is directly attacking Riga, they have the only way to go straight to the mouth of the sea along the river, so that once the battle is fought, the situation will be extremely simple.
As a result, the so-called Varyags, that is, mercenaries from Denmark and Rus, lined up in front of the battle according to the conditions negotiated with the local nobles.
The Rus gathered in a rectangular array of blue and white, with six Torsion Slingshots in the front row, with crossbow bearers on standby, and sword and shield fighters in the back.
The Danes have already laid out the shield wall in advance, and the leader Strykander has drawn his broad-edged sword and paced in front of the shield wall.
Behind them were a large number of Latvian militiamen armed with long-handed weapons. The militiamen stood in a disorderly manner and gathered together in an oval shape. Many village leaders fought in person, but this group of nobles only managed their own men. The armies of each village can only fight under the command of their own leaders, and macroscopically, they fight independently.
Latvians are like that, so are Semigallians.
At first Spuut didn't think hiring his own allies was so stupid. Check out the reality! As long as you turn your head to look at this group of allies, although there are signs that they are a group of armed kung fu, a group of wild animals who can only fight by instinct.
However, he was relieved when he thought that the enemy he had to face was also half a catty.
"It's too slow! We're just here waiting?" Spuitt couldn't help complaining after standing for a while without seeing any sign of the enemy.
Hearing the complaint, Stkander came over subconsciously: "Give those idiots some time."
"Just keep waiting?"
"Why don't we all sit down and wait for those guys first."
In fact, as long as you look at the current situation, the Latvian militiamen who gathered after hearing the sound of the horn were already sitting on the ground because they could not wait for the enemy, and their slack mood was contagious. Gradually, more and more militiamen were sitting on the ground, holding their weapons in their arms and chatting with their companions. . It's not like fighting a war, it's like watching an audience that hasn't gotten off to a good start.
What else can Spewt do? Can't let the armored warrior stand all the time? When he saw his son sitting down, he couldn't say anything.
The most valiant Varyag mercenaries sat down collectively, and the literal meaning was to wait for work.
I don't know how long I waited, but at the moment when the boredom continued to increase, a dark shadow really appeared in the distance. The people in a daze seemed to have been stung by a bee, and they all jumped up, patted their sackcloth cheeks hard, and then clenched their weapons. Ready to fight. The horns and leather drums in the army continued to sound, and people who were apathetic were cheered up.
"It's time to fight! Damn, these Semigallians are getting a little weird." Stkander didn't think about it, he yelled at his stunned allies: "The fool is in a daze! Prepare to fight!"
But Speuter squinted and seemed to be still in a daze.
"Hey! Friends, are you still in a daze? Organize your people and prepare to fight!"
Strange to say, Stkander noticed that the Roths were all looking at the "things" slowly approaching in the distance, as if they were watching the fun and not fighting at all. They pointed their heads and pointed, and the hands that were supposed to be gripping the hilt were rather slack.
The Danish leader's voice was in his ears, and Speuter heard calluses in his ears. He turned his head with a sullen face and asked impatiently from his soul: "The people who come here are all the people you call Semigalians. ?"
"Yeah. You...doubt it."
"Yeah. I'm skeptical. I'm not blind, how do I think it's actually a bunch of guys on horses."
"Equestrian?" Ashamed to say, this concept is very unfamiliar to the Danish leader Strykander. "Who knows. Better get ready for battle right now."
"Don't worry. I... feel very strange."
Although quite bizarre, Speuter noticed that the riders were all white toned and carried what looked like flags. The distance is still shortening, and the opponent's movement speed has also slowed down.
A very weird thought came to his mind: "Strange thing, shouldn't it be... our cavalry?"
People on horseback, dressed in white tones, the only Ross cavalry who knew how to dress like this for so many years in the ocean. Since the war he has been in charge of patrolling the seas, knowing that the cavalry has returned by boat, and since then he has not known anything about the cavalry.
Don't jump to conclusions yet!
Spuut was in a hurry, he ordered his subordinates to hang the folded flag on the wooden pole, and then performed an extremely inexplicable action to outsiders.
"Semaphore Soldiers! Go! Greet those guys!" he ordered.
There are naturally people under Spuut who understand the semaphore. Since the "semaphore" was invented, it has been used in naval warfare. Now, as a marine enforcer, he has greatly developed this technology. He felt that as long as the opponent was a Ross army, he must understand the concept of semaphore. No matter whether the opponent understood it or not, as long as he noticed a person doing a seemingly inexplicable set of gymnastics, he would realize that he was a friendly army.
The so-called flag is the temporary binding of cloth strips and two wooden sticks.
"What are you doing?" Stkander felt that the world had become extremely absurd.
"I'm trying it out."
"What are you exploring again?"
"See if the other party is ours."
"Ah?! It's really inexplicable." Stkander really didn't understand.
It is obvious that the semaphore's slapstick operation really caused the approaching enemy to move. Listen carefully, the wind brings a distant sound, which is the movement of the horn, and the rhythm of the sound is the signal.
Spuut showed a comfortable smile, he simply sheathed his sword, and ordered all the soldiers to put away their weapons.
"Is this a no-fight?" Stkander asked again.
"Stop fighting! I don't know what's going on with you, the information is simply wrong. But those people are not Semigallians, they are...we Russ."
"Um?"
"It's us Ross!"
Spuut may have individual ears that can mishear the sound, but the ears of all the Rus who landed will not all be misunderstood. The melodious sound of the horn turned into a muffled sound, and everyone could still tell that it was a signal for "retracting troops". "Withdrawing troops" means rest, armistice, and non-combat state of truce, and it is also extended to mean peace.
He asked his allies not to be nervous anymore, because the other side was no longer hostile. He even said: "Don't worry! If there is a real fight, Ross's cavalry will make you cry, but fortunately they have no hostility."
"Ah? Are they really yours? Didn't you come across the sea? Why did you come from upstream on horseback?"
"Who knows? At least I can guess who their leader is."
When all the Varyag mercenaries gradually slackened collectively and the Latvian militia was at a loss, the cavalry had reached the range of the Ross Torsion Slingshot.
The cavalry lined up in a wide line, the front row was full of uniformed Russ cavalry, the second row became the Ostara cavalry, and the steppe cavalry was at the end. The cavalry flies the Ross flag and the Ostara flag, and the two flags are very clear in Spuet.
The cavalry had no intention to fight, or they had once. They became suspicious when they saw someone in the distance doing some weird physical movements that only semaphore soldiers would do. Then they noticed that there was a Ross flag in the army arrayed in the distance. This kind of war was quickly resolved.
A tall cavalry first waved his hand, and then ran to the formation of the army alone.
This time, even the Danish mercenaries saw clearly the attire of the man on horseback. You can notice the huge nose guard of this man's iron helmet, as well as the chain armor that covers most of his face. The round shield hangs on the saddle, and the pictures painted on it cannot be said to be slightly similar to their allies, only the same.
Drawing patterns for the round shield is very particular about being unconventional to reflect the master's bravery and stubbornness. A small group will draw a pattern collectively. The larger the group, the more consistent the pattern must be to ensure that everyone can recognize the friendly army in battle.
It was like a dream for Stkander, seeing the cavalry up close for the first time in his life.
Because the Latvian tribes do not have cavalry, he only heard that there are horsemen in the Utvan (Lithuania) tribe far to the southwest. He didn't know anything about fighting on horseback, not to mention the fact that there were cavalry in front of him.
Now, the Rusian Speuter took off his helmet directly, revealing his old face: "Fisk! Is that you?"
I saw the equestrian let go of the saddle, holding the helmet with both hands and slowly showing his face. I saw a funny big bald head under the helmet!
With a moustache and a big bald head, there are no wrinkles on his forehead to prove his youth, and his face Spuut naturally recognizes. Now that the truth is revealed, it makes the current situation full of absurdity and banter.
"Fisk! I can't believe it's really you! Why are you here?"
"It's Uncle Speuter? That's weird, why are you guys in Riga?"
"Huh?!" Now, it was Spuut's turn to be further surprised: "You know this is Riga?"
"I know. I'm here to find people here, but there's still a fight? I don't want to fight." Fisk said it lightly, he never thought that such a lighthearted attitude would add to the absurd feeling.
"Then don't fight! Let's talk about anything. Damn it, what kind of army did you know if you were on your side?" The Norse language kept shouting: "It's all gone! It's all a misunderstanding! They are not enemies at all."
If this is the case, the Danes can immediately announce that they will not fight, but the Latvians look at the situation in front of them, and the nobles subjectively do not want to withdraw their troops casually. The local nobles learned that an enemy was destroying the village, and the suspect was locked in the Semigallians. Who knows? They don't know these guys at all, and their strength is strong. If there is a fight, the Varyag mercenaries will collectively choose to quit~www.novelhall.com~ Will Riga be destroyed by then? !
Ordinary militiamen can only see the situation in front of them. They find that the battle is impossible at all, and the morale that was already drained is now even more discouraged. Those so-called enemies are not Semigallia at all. Although the other party is very strange, there is no hostility. He even had a good time talking with those Varyag leaders.
Even if the local nobles remained on alert, when the militia felt that there was no point in continuing to stand here stupidly, they began to withdraw from the battlefield on their own accord.
The nobles felt fear, but then they thought that the group of horse riders, who were very similar to the Rus, did not look hostile, and they could ask the situation by talking to them.
As a result, the so-called military confrontation was only a theory that existed for no more than thirty minutes. When the Varyag mercenaries began to chat with the so-called enemy, the strong Latvian militia directly disbanded itself. The local nobles stood up and approached the casual formation of the Varyags, the bald stranger, and the cavalry army behind him.
Although it can only be determined from the clothes that the strangers have a very close relationship with the Rus, some local nobles simply greeted them in Norse with a strange accent: "People from afar, who are you...?"
Fisk just wanted to have a good chat with the relatives he met miraculously, but saw some "warriors" dressed in various furs approaching and asking very stupid questions.
"We are Rus," he replied arrogantly. "It looks like you are local leaders?"
"Yes"
"Very well, we just want to chat with the Riga people here. We have no hostility, I don't know why you are hostile. It's okay! I didn't expect my clan to arrive here first, so that our future communication will be less misunderstood. I'm really lucky. It's almost a war..."
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After landing in Riga, Spuut never showed Ross's force to the locals because of his strict discipline.
Even if most of the Rus who landed were given this identity later, it has been nearly ten years today.
Regardless of their origins, Saaremaa Islanders have been completely abolished by the sins of their old identity, and legally they have become New Rus. Now that I have become a Russ, all aspects must be close to the real Russ. They added new clothes and new weapons.
A plain white robe is sewn, with blue strips sewn on the front and back. Such a shirt does not have any defensive ability, it can keep out the cold, and the biggest significance is to show your identity to others.
Even a group of pirates unified the clothing, but the texture was far inferior to the craftsmanship of the state-run garment factories.
Every northerner longs for a good sword!
What was once popular throughout the Viking world was the so-called Viking sword imitating the broad-edged sword from Roman times. That kind of sword was made of pure wrought iron. It was inelastic and easy to bend. In order to increase its strength, it was deliberately made thick in the middle, with a bleeding groove and a wide blade. This kind of sword pays attention to slashing and thrusting, but the blade is too heavy, so that the warrior always installs a weighted iron piece on the hilt.
In the Danish community living in Riga, the local elite warriors all carry this style of saber.
Indeed, only elite warriors have the financial means to equip such swords.
The Rus are completely different.
Even Saaremaa Islanders are willing to accumulate a fortune and go to the mines in the north to buy a cheap sword embryo. The so-called sword embryo is a steel bar without an edge. When the islanders get it, they will hot forge it by themselves, and then they will cut the edge and polish the sharp sword tip. Their craftsmanship is inferior to that of the masters of the state-run smithy, but the cost of their own swords is low.
Even so, the islanders have been equipped with such 'self-made swords' on a large scale.
They showed their swords on a large scale for the first time, and bought some suet and tallow from Riga, and used the grease to maintain their swords.
The temporary settlement of the Rus is the site of the Danish community, and these sleepers are not afraid of the wide-eyed onlookers of their temporary allies.
The leader Stekander, who was also sharpening his sword urgently, could not have imagined that all the Russ actually had swords.
A sword, a round shield, and a leather helmet with a huge nose guard fulfilled all his visions of a good warrior.
Even, this group of Rus people also unloaded a heavy weapon called Torsion Slingshot from the ship. It has six giants, each of which can fire stone bullets and javelins, and its power is unfathomable.
The weapon called the crossbow was also transported from the ship by the Rus. It seemed to be a flat bow, but there was a mechanism to freely control the timing of the shooting, so that a poor hunter could use it to shoot squirrels from a long distance.
It was always in front of him that Stkander had to think about it. If it was not the 200 pirate-born Russ merchants who landed this time, but the real Russ army, what would happen to Riga? Maybe... then we can only make a high-profile announcement that we are Danes, a true ally of Ross, in order to protect ourselves.
Judging from the armament displayed by the Rus, he felt that the future fighting coalition would definitely win.
This is all because the elderly Ross nobleman is full of confidence with this small amount of troops on hand.
A group of monsters are coming from afar, and a beast has penetrated into the warm shack, and this beast is not just mad. This is a new impression of the local Latvian nobles in Riga on the Rus merchants.
Indeed, when the sun drenched the earth the next day, Ross's guest geography emerged from a crowd of uniformly dressed, uniformly shielded, sword-wielding warriors. They look exactly the same, talking and laughing together. To outsiders, they are really a group of blue and white people who are not to be provoked.
The vast number of Latvian militiamen learned of this situation. Most of them are simple people. They only feel that the big men have recruited a group of excellent mercenaries. This time the Semigallians' sneak attack will fail.
Obviously they are guarding their own territory and surrounding their own grain and livestock, but the militiamen are not willing to go all out. It's fine to let those Varyag mercenaries fight, the big deal is that they go to get a lot of spoils after the war, everyone's life is still the most important thing. It cannot be said that these militiamen are cowardly, only that they are very thieves.
Keeping this idea, there are indeed a thousand militiamen. Their weapons are mainly agricultural tools, and their clothes are very messy.
Their clothes were messed up, their weapons were messed up, mostly with a twine tied around their messy hair, those in good condition had leather shoes, and many others simply went barefoot.
One is uniform in clothing and equipment. Although he is a pirate, he is sturdy.
One of them is a local farmer, armed with messy clothes and messy clothes, and thinks that the battle is just a group fight.
In between are the fighters from the Danish community, who can maintain a certain degree of discipline and set up a shield wall to fight in formation under the command of the boss Strand. Their clothes are also varied, which makes the whole a little richer. If the clothes are not uniform, at least they should be kept clean, and the soldiers will decorate their clothes according to their own preferences. Therefore, there are many people who make leopard skins for shawls, and it is obvious that this special leather is bought from Polotsk or Drigovich.
In just one night, Riga organized an army. Of course, this is not because they have a very high degree of organization. It is because of the sudden large-scale surge in the population of the city, and the help of the Varyags who settled and lived.
Then in the next day, public opinion has quietly changed from initial fear to daring to fight. They waited for a full morning without waiting for the enemy, and in the afternoon, daring to fight after boring waiting turned into a fight.
Could it be that those Semigallians stopped?
The Latvians in Riga set up sentries further upstream, but these sentries were afraid to go too far. The sentinels were also very smart. They gathered some cow dung and prepared fire. They planned to create thick smoke for the rear to see after finding the enemy.
There were no danger warnings until the sun went down, and in the boring and tense waiting, the third day came quietly.
No one would doubt that the Semigallians would not come, and in the past quiet day, the war alarm had been sent to distant villages by well-legged messengers.
The top priority now is to protect their own territory, and it was only later that they got the news that the guys in Riga had hired two Varyags themselves as generals. They had no time to accuse the move because it was not a vote of all the chiefs that was called illegal, but an emergency from the village. Li chose the strong to go to Riga to help in the battle.
More Latvian militias! The more they were, the more confident they became, and the more eager they were for the Semigallians to show up.
The boring waiting is finally over, and the dramatic variables do not exist.
Because even the elderly can see the smoke in the distance.
Horns and drums blared loudly, and the whole Riga was plunged into a commotion.
The militia's strength has swelled to 1,500! Coupled with the Varyag mercenaries, the Latvian tribe forcibly organized an army of 2,000 people. Objectively speaking, this is the history of the tribe.
If the enemy is directly attacking Riga, they have the only way to go straight to the mouth of the sea along the river, so that once the battle is fought, the situation will be extremely simple.
As a result, the so-called Varyags, that is, mercenaries from Denmark and Rus, lined up in front of the battle according to the conditions negotiated with the local nobles.
The Rus gathered in a rectangular array of blue and white, with six Torsion Slingshots in the front row, with crossbow bearers on standby, and sword and shield fighters in the back.
The Danes have already laid out the shield wall in advance, and the leader Strykander has drawn his broad-edged sword and paced in front of the shield wall.
Behind them were a large number of Latvian militiamen armed with long-handed weapons. The militiamen stood in a disorderly manner and gathered together in an oval shape. Many village leaders fought in person, but this group of nobles only managed their own men. The armies of each village can only fight under the command of their own leaders, and macroscopically, they fight independently.
Latvians are like that, so are Semigallians.
At first Spuut didn't think hiring his own allies was so stupid. Check out the reality! As long as you turn your head to look at this group of allies, although there are signs that they are a group of armed kung fu, a group of wild animals who can only fight by instinct.
However, he was relieved when he thought that the enemy he had to face was also half a catty.
"It's too slow! We're just here waiting?" Spuitt couldn't help complaining after standing for a while without seeing any sign of the enemy.
Hearing the complaint, Stkander came over subconsciously: "Give those idiots some time."
"Just keep waiting?"
"Why don't we all sit down and wait for those guys first."
In fact, as long as you look at the current situation, the Latvian militiamen who gathered after hearing the sound of the horn were already sitting on the ground because they could not wait for the enemy, and their slack mood was contagious. Gradually, more and more militiamen were sitting on the ground, holding their weapons in their arms and chatting with their companions. . It's not like fighting a war, it's like watching an audience that hasn't gotten off to a good start.
What else can Spewt do? Can't let the armored warrior stand all the time? When he saw his son sitting down, he couldn't say anything.
The most valiant Varyag mercenaries sat down collectively, and the literal meaning was to wait for work.
I don't know how long I waited, but at the moment when the boredom continued to increase, a dark shadow really appeared in the distance. The people in a daze seemed to have been stung by a bee, and they all jumped up, patted their sackcloth cheeks hard, and then clenched their weapons. Ready to fight. The horns and leather drums in the army continued to sound, and people who were apathetic were cheered up.
"It's time to fight! Damn, these Semigallians are getting a little weird." Stkander didn't think about it, he yelled at his stunned allies: "The fool is in a daze! Prepare to fight!"
But Speuter squinted and seemed to be still in a daze.
"Hey! Friends, are you still in a daze? Organize your people and prepare to fight!"
Strange to say, Stkander noticed that the Roths were all looking at the "things" slowly approaching in the distance, as if they were watching the fun and not fighting at all. They pointed their heads and pointed, and the hands that were supposed to be gripping the hilt were rather slack.
The Danish leader's voice was in his ears, and Speuter heard calluses in his ears. He turned his head with a sullen face and asked impatiently from his soul: "The people who come here are all the people you call Semigalians. ?"
"Yeah. You...doubt it."
"Yeah. I'm skeptical. I'm not blind, how do I think it's actually a bunch of guys on horses."
"Equestrian?" Ashamed to say, this concept is very unfamiliar to the Danish leader Strykander. "Who knows. Better get ready for battle right now."
"Don't worry. I... feel very strange."
Although quite bizarre, Speuter noticed that the riders were all white toned and carried what looked like flags. The distance is still shortening, and the opponent's movement speed has also slowed down.
A very weird thought came to his mind: "Strange thing, shouldn't it be... our cavalry?"
People on horseback, dressed in white tones, the only Ross cavalry who knew how to dress like this for so many years in the ocean. Since the war he has been in charge of patrolling the seas, knowing that the cavalry has returned by boat, and since then he has not known anything about the cavalry.
Don't jump to conclusions yet!
Spuut was in a hurry, he ordered his subordinates to hang the folded flag on the wooden pole, and then performed an extremely inexplicable action to outsiders.
"Semaphore Soldiers! Go! Greet those guys!" he ordered.
There are naturally people under Spuut who understand the semaphore. Since the "semaphore" was invented, it has been used in naval warfare. Now, as a marine enforcer, he has greatly developed this technology. He felt that as long as the opponent was a Ross army, he must understand the concept of semaphore. No matter whether the opponent understood it or not, as long as he noticed a person doing a seemingly inexplicable set of gymnastics, he would realize that he was a friendly army.
The so-called flag is the temporary binding of cloth strips and two wooden sticks.
"What are you doing?" Stkander felt that the world had become extremely absurd.
"I'm trying it out."
"What are you exploring again?"
"See if the other party is ours."
"Ah?! It's really inexplicable." Stkander really didn't understand.
It is obvious that the semaphore's slapstick operation really caused the approaching enemy to move. Listen carefully, the wind brings a distant sound, which is the movement of the horn, and the rhythm of the sound is the signal.
Spuut showed a comfortable smile, he simply sheathed his sword, and ordered all the soldiers to put away their weapons.
"Is this a no-fight?" Stkander asked again.
"Stop fighting! I don't know what's going on with you, the information is simply wrong. But those people are not Semigallians, they are...we Russ."
"Um?"
"It's us Ross!"
Spuut may have individual ears that can mishear the sound, but the ears of all the Rus who landed will not all be misunderstood. The melodious sound of the horn turned into a muffled sound, and everyone could still tell that it was a signal for "retracting troops". "Withdrawing troops" means rest, armistice, and non-combat state of truce, and it is also extended to mean peace.
He asked his allies not to be nervous anymore, because the other side was no longer hostile. He even said: "Don't worry! If there is a real fight, Ross's cavalry will make you cry, but fortunately they have no hostility."
"Ah? Are they really yours? Didn't you come across the sea? Why did you come from upstream on horseback?"
"Who knows? At least I can guess who their leader is."
When all the Varyag mercenaries gradually slackened collectively and the Latvian militia was at a loss, the cavalry had reached the range of the Ross Torsion Slingshot.
The cavalry lined up in a wide line, the front row was full of uniformed Russ cavalry, the second row became the Ostara cavalry, and the steppe cavalry was at the end. The cavalry flies the Ross flag and the Ostara flag, and the two flags are very clear in Spuet.
The cavalry had no intention to fight, or they had once. They became suspicious when they saw someone in the distance doing some weird physical movements that only semaphore soldiers would do. Then they noticed that there was a Ross flag in the army arrayed in the distance. This kind of war was quickly resolved.
A tall cavalry first waved his hand, and then ran to the formation of the army alone.
This time, even the Danish mercenaries saw clearly the attire of the man on horseback. You can notice the huge nose guard of this man's iron helmet, as well as the chain armor that covers most of his face. The round shield hangs on the saddle, and the pictures painted on it cannot be said to be slightly similar to their allies, only the same.
Drawing patterns for the round shield is very particular about being unconventional to reflect the master's bravery and stubbornness. A small group will draw a pattern collectively. The larger the group, the more consistent the pattern must be to ensure that everyone can recognize the friendly army in battle.
It was like a dream for Stkander, seeing the cavalry up close for the first time in his life.
Because the Latvian tribes do not have cavalry, he only heard that there are horsemen in the Utvan (Lithuania) tribe far to the southwest. He didn't know anything about fighting on horseback, not to mention the fact that there were cavalry in front of him.
Now, the Rusian Speuter took off his helmet directly, revealing his old face: "Fisk! Is that you?"
I saw the equestrian let go of the saddle, holding the helmet with both hands and slowly showing his face. I saw a funny big bald head under the helmet!
With a moustache and a big bald head, there are no wrinkles on his forehead to prove his youth, and his face Spuut naturally recognizes. Now that the truth is revealed, it makes the current situation full of absurdity and banter.
"Fisk! I can't believe it's really you! Why are you here?"
"It's Uncle Speuter? That's weird, why are you guys in Riga?"
"Huh?!" Now, it was Spuut's turn to be further surprised: "You know this is Riga?"
"I know. I'm here to find people here, but there's still a fight? I don't want to fight." Fisk said it lightly, he never thought that such a lighthearted attitude would add to the absurd feeling.
"Then don't fight! Let's talk about anything. Damn it, what kind of army did you know if you were on your side?" The Norse language kept shouting: "It's all gone! It's all a misunderstanding! They are not enemies at all."
If this is the case, the Danes can immediately announce that they will not fight, but the Latvians look at the situation in front of them, and the nobles subjectively do not want to withdraw their troops casually. The local nobles learned that an enemy was destroying the village, and the suspect was locked in the Semigallians. Who knows? They don't know these guys at all, and their strength is strong. If there is a fight, the Varyag mercenaries will collectively choose to quit~www.novelhall.com~ Will Riga be destroyed by then? !
Ordinary militiamen can only see the situation in front of them. They find that the battle is impossible at all, and the morale that was already drained is now even more discouraged. Those so-called enemies are not Semigallia at all. Although the other party is very strange, there is no hostility. He even had a good time talking with those Varyag leaders.
Even if the local nobles remained on alert, when the militia felt that there was no point in continuing to stand here stupidly, they began to withdraw from the battlefield on their own accord.
The nobles felt fear, but then they thought that the group of horse riders, who were very similar to the Rus, did not look hostile, and they could ask the situation by talking to them.
As a result, the so-called military confrontation was only a theory that existed for no more than thirty minutes. When the Varyag mercenaries began to chat with the so-called enemy, the strong Latvian militia directly disbanded itself. The local nobles stood up and approached the casual formation of the Varyags, the bald stranger, and the cavalry army behind him.
Although it can only be determined from the clothes that the strangers have a very close relationship with the Rus, some local nobles simply greeted them in Norse with a strange accent: "People from afar, who are you...?"
Fisk just wanted to have a good chat with the relatives he met miraculously, but saw some "warriors" dressed in various furs approaching and asking very stupid questions.
"We are Rus," he replied arrogantly. "It looks like you are local leaders?"
"Yes"
"Very well, we just want to chat with the Riga people here. We have no hostility, I don't know why you are hostile. It's okay! I didn't expect my clan to arrive here first, so that our future communication will be less misunderstood. I'm really lucky. It's almost a war..."
After landing in Riga, Spuut never showed Ross's force to the locals because of his strict discipline.Even if most of the Rus who landed were given this identity later, it has been nearly ten years today.Regardless of their origins, Saaremaa Islanders have been completely abolished by the sins of their old identity, and legally they have become New Rus. Now that I have become a Russ, all aspects must be close to the real Russ. They added new clothes and new weapons.A plain white robe is sewn, with blue strips sewn on the front and back. Such a shirt does not have any defensive ability, it can keep out the cold, and the biggest significance is to show your identity to others.Even a group of pirates unified the clothing, but the texture was far inferior to the craftsmanship of the state-run garment factories.Every northerner longs for a good sword!What was once popular throughout the Viking world was the so-called Viking sword imitating the broad-edged sword from Roman times. That kind of sword was made of pure wrought iron. It was inelastic and easy to bend. In order to increase its strength, it was deliberately made thick in the middle, with a bleeding groove and a wide blade. This kind of sword pays attention to slashing and thrusting, but the blade is too heavy, so that the warrior always installs a weighted iron piece on the hilt.In the Danish community living in Riga, the local elite warriors all carry this style of saber.Indeed, only elite warriors have the financial means to equip such swords.The Rus are completely different.Even Saaremaa Islanders are willing to accumulate a fortune and go to the mines in the north to buy a cheap sword embryo. The so-called sword embryo is a steel bar without an edge. When the islanders get it, they will hot forge it by themselves, and then they will cut the edge and polish the sharp sword tip. Their craftsmanship is inferior to that of the masters of the state-run smithy, but the cost of their own swords is low.Even so, the islanders have been equipped with such 'self-made swords' on a large scale.They showed their swords on a large scale for the first time, and bought some suet and tallow from Riga, and used the grease to maintain their swords.The temporary settlement of the Rus is the site of the Danish community, and these sleepers are not afraid of the wide-eyed onlookers of their temporary allies.The leader Stekander, who was also sharpening his sword urgently, could not have imagined that all the Russ actually had swords.A sword, a round shield, and a leather helmet with a huge nose guard fulfilled all his visions of a good warrior.Even, this group of Rus people also unloaded a heavy weapon called Torsion Slingshot from the ship. It has six giants, each of which can fire stone bullets and javelins, and its power is unfathomable.The weapon called the crossbow was also transported from the ship by the Rus. It seemed to be a flat bow, but there was a mechanism to freely control the timing of the shooting, so that a poor hunter could use it to shoot squirrels from a long distance.It was always in front of him that Stkander had to think about it. If it was not the 200 pirate-born Russ merchants who landed this time, but the real Russ army, what would happen to Riga? Maybe... then we can only make a high-profile announcement that we are Danes, a true ally of Ross, in order to protect ourselves.Judging from the armament displayed by the Rus, he felt that the future fighting coalition would definitely win.This is all because the elderly Ross nobleman is full of confidence with this small amount of troops on hand.A group of monsters are coming from afar, and a beast has penetrated into the warm shack, and this beast is not just mad. This is a new impression of the local Latvian nobles in Riga on the Rus merchants.Indeed, when the sun drenched the earth the next day, Ross's guest geography emerged from a crowd of uniformly dressed, uniformly shielded, sword-wielding warriors. They look exactly the same, talking and laughing together. To outsiders, they are really a group of blue and white people who are not to be provoked.The vast number of Latvian militiamen learned of this situation. Most of them are simple people. They only feel that the big men have recruited a group of excellent mercenaries. This time the Semigallians' sneak attack will fail.Obviously they are guarding their own territory and surrounding their own grain and livestock, but the militiamen are not willing to go all out. It's fine to let those Varyag mercenaries fight, the big deal is that they go to get a lot of spoils after the war, everyone's life is still the most important thing. It cannot be said that these militiamen are cowardly, only that they are very thieves.Keeping this idea, there are indeed a thousand militiamen. Their weapons are mainly agricultural tools, and their clothes are very messy.Their clothes were messed up, their weapons were messed up, mostly with a twine tied around their messy hair, those in good condition had leather shoes, and many others simply went barefoot.One is uniform in clothing and equipment. Although he is a pirate, he is sturdy.One of them is a local farmer, armed with messy clothes and messy clothes, and thinks that the battle is just a group fight.In between are the fighters from the Danish community, who can maintain a certain degree of discipline and set up a shield wall to fight in formation under the command of the boss Strand. Their clothes are also varied, which makes the whole a little richer. If the clothes are not uniform, at least they should be kept clean, and the soldiers will decorate their clothes according to their own preferences. Therefore, there are many people who make leopard skins for shawls, and it is obvious that this special leather is bought from Polotsk or Drigovich.In just one night, Riga organized an army. Of course, this is not because they have a very high degree of organization. It is because of the sudden large-scale surge in the population of the city, and the help of the Varyags who settled and lived.Then in the next day, public opinion has quietly changed from initial fear to daring to fight. They waited for a full morning without waiting for the enemy, and in the afternoon, daring to fight after boring waiting turned into a fight.Could it be that those Semigallians stopped?The Latvians in Riga set up sentries further upstream, but these sentries were afraid to go too far. The sentinels were also very smart. They gathered some cow dung and prepared fire. They planned to create thick smoke for the rear to see after finding the enemy.There were no danger warnings until the sun went down, and in the boring and tense waiting, the third day came quietly.No one would doubt that the Semigallians would not come, and in the past quiet day, the war alarm had been sent to distant villages by well-legged messengers.The top priority now is to protect their own territory, and it was only later that they got the news that the guys in Riga had hired two Varyags themselves as generals. They had no time to accuse the move because it was not a vote of all the chiefs that was called illegal, but an emergency from the village. Li chose the strong to go to Riga to help in the battle.More Latvian militias! The more they were, the more confident they became, and the more eager they were for the Semigallians to show up.The boring waiting is finally over, and the dramatic variables do not exist.Because even the elderly can see the smoke in the distance.Horns and drums blared loudly, and the whole Riga was plunged into a commotion.The militia's strength has swelled to 1,500! Coupled with the Varyag mercenaries, the Latvian tribe forcibly organized an army of 2,000 people. Objectively speaking, this is the history of the tribe.If the enemy is directly attacking Riga, they have the only way to go straight to the mouth of the sea along the river, so that once the battle is fought, the situation will be extremely simple.As a result, the so-called Varyags, that is, mercenaries from Denmark and Rus, lined up in front of the battle according to the conditions negotiated with the local nobles.The Rus gathered in a rectangular array of blue and white, with six Torsion Slingshots in the front row, with crossbow bearers on standby, and sword and shield fighters in the back.The Danes have already laid out the shield wall in advance, and the leader Strykander has drawn his broad-edged sword and paced in front of the shield wall.Behind them were a large number of Latvian militiamen armed with long-handed weapons. The militiamen stood in a disorderly manner and gathered together in an oval shape. Many village leaders fought in person, but this group of nobles only managed their own men. The armies of each village can only fight under the command of their own leaders, and macroscopically, they fight independently.Latvians are like that, so are Semigallians.At first Spuut didn't think hiring his own allies was so stupid. Check out the reality! As long as you turn your head to look at this group of allies, although there are signs that they are a group of armed kung fu, a group of wild animals who can only fight by instinct.However, he was relieved when he thought that the enemy he had to face was also half a catty."It's too slow! We're just here waiting?" Spuitt couldn't help complaining after standing for a while without seeing any sign of the enemy.Hearing the complaint, Stkander came over subconsciously: "Give those idiots some time.""Just keep waiting?""Why don't we all sit down and wait for those guys first."In fact, as long as you look at the current situation, the Latvian militiamen who gathered after hearing the sound of the horn were already sitting on the ground because they could not wait for the enemy, and their slack mood was contagious. Gradually, more and more militiamen were sitting on the ground, holding their weapons in their arms and chatting with their companions. . It's not like fighting a war, it's like watching an audience that hasn't gotten off to a good start.What else can Spewt do? Can't let the armored warrior stand all the time? When he saw his son sitting down, he couldn't say anything.The most valiant Varyag mercenaries sat down collectively, and the literal meaning was to wait for work.I don't know how long I waited, but at the moment when the boredom continued to increase, a dark shadow really appeared in the distance. The people in a daze seemed to have been stung by a bee, and they all jumped up, patted their sackcloth cheeks hard, and then clenched their weapons. Ready to fight. The horns and leather drums in the army continued to sound, and people who were apathetic were cheered up."It's time to fight! Damn, these Semigallians are getting a little weird." Stkander didn't think about it, he yelled at his stunned allies: "The fool is in a daze! Prepare to fight!"But Speuter squinted and seemed to be still in a daze."Hey! Friends, are you still in a daze? Organize your people and prepare to fight!"Strange to say, Stkander noticed that the Roths were all looking at the "things" slowly approaching in the distance, as if they were watching the fun and not fighting at all. They pointed their heads and pointed, and the hands that were supposed to be gripping the hilt were rather slack.The Danish leader's voice was in his ears, and Speuter heard calluses in his ears. He turned his head with a sullen face and asked impatiently from his soul: "The people who come here are all the people you call Semigalians. ?""Yeah. You...doubt it.""Yeah. I'm skeptical. I'm not blind, how do I think it's actually a bunch of guys on horses.""Equestrian?" Ashamed to say, this concept is very unfamiliar to the Danish leader Strykander. "Who knows. Better get ready for battle right now.""Don't worry. I... feel very strange."Although quite bizarre, Speuter noticed that the riders were all white toned and carried what looked like flags. The distance is still shortening, and the opponent's movement speed has also slowed down.A very weird thought came to his mind: "Strange thing, shouldn't it be... our cavalry?"People on horseback, dressed in white tones, the only Ross cavalry who knew how to dress like this for so many years in the ocean. Since the war he has been in charge of patrolling the seas, knowing that the cavalry has returned by boat, and since then he has not known anything about the cavalry.Don't jump to conclusions yet!Spuut was in a hurry, he ordered his subordinates to hang the folded flag on the wooden pole, and then performed an extremely inexplicable action to outsiders."Semaphore Soldiers! Go! Greet those guys!" he ordered.There are naturally people under Spuut who understand the semaphore. Since the "semaphore" was invented, it has been used in naval warfare. Now, as a marine enforcer, he has greatly developed this technology. He felt that as long as the opponent was a Ross army, he must understand the concept of semaphore. No matter whether the opponent understood it or not, as long as he noticed a person doing a seemingly inexplicable set of gymnastics, he would realize that he was a friendly army.The so-called flag is the temporary binding of cloth strips and two wooden sticks."What are you doing?" Stkander felt that the world had become extremely absurd."I'm trying it out.""What are you exploring again?""See if the other party is ours.""Ah?! It's really inexplicable." Stkander really didn't understand.It is obvious that the semaphore's slapstick operation really caused the approaching enemy to move. Listen carefully, the wind brings a distant sound, which is the movement of the horn, and the rhythm of the sound is the signal.Spuut showed a comfortable smile, he simply sheathed his sword, and ordered all the soldiers to put away their weapons."Is this a no-fight?" Stkander asked again."Stop fighting! I don't know what's going on with you, the information is simply wrong. But those people are not Semigallians, they are...we Russ.""Um?""It's us Ross!"Spuut may have individual ears that can mishear the sound, but the ears of all the Rus who landed will not all be misunderstood. The melodious sound of the horn turned into a muffled sound, and everyone could still tell that it was a signal for "retracting troops". "Withdrawing troops" means rest, armistice, and non-combat state of truce, and it is also extended to mean peace.He asked his allies not to be nervous anymore, because the other side was no longer hostile. He even said: "Don't worry! If there is a real fight, Ross's cavalry will make you cry, but fortunately they have no hostility.""Ah? Are they really yours? Didn't you come across the sea? Why did you come from upstream on horseback?""Who knows? At least I can guess who their leader is."When all the Varyag mercenaries gradually slackened collectively and the Latvian militia was at a loss, the cavalry had reached the range of the Ross Torsion Slingshot.The cavalry lined up in a wide line, the front row was full of uniformed Russ cavalry, the second row became the Ostara cavalry, and the steppe cavalry was at the end. The cavalry flies the Ross flag and the Ostara flag, and the two flags are very clear in Spuet.The cavalry had no intention to fight, or they had once. They became suspicious when they saw someone in the distance doing some weird physical movements that only semaphore soldiers would do. Then they noticed that there was a Ross flag in the army arrayed in the distance. This kind of war was quickly resolved.A tall cavalry first waved his hand, and then ran to the formation of the army alone.This time, even the Danish mercenaries saw clearly the attire of the man on horseback. You can notice the huge nose guard of this man's iron helmet, as well as the chain armor that covers most of his face. The round shield hangs on the saddle, and the pictures painted on it cannot be said to be slightly similar to their allies, only the same.Drawing patterns for the round shield is very particular about being unconventional to reflect the master's bravery and stubbornness. A small group will draw a pattern collectively. The larger the group, the more consistent the pattern must be to ensure that everyone can recognize the friendly army in battle.It was like a dream for Stkander, seeing the cavalry up close for the first time in his life.Because the Latvian tribes do not have cavalry, he only heard that there are horsemen in the Utvan Lithuania tribe far to the southwest. He didn't know anything about fighting on horseback, not to mention the fact that there were cavalry in front of him.Now, the Rusian Speuter took off his helmet directly, revealing his old face: "Fisk! Is that you?"I saw the equestrian let go of the saddle, holding the helmet with both hands and slowly showing his face. I saw a funny big bald head under the helmet!With a moustache and a big bald head, there are no wrinkles on his forehead to prove his youth, and his face Spuut naturally recognizes. Now that the truth is revealed, it makes the current situation full of absurdity and banter."Fisk! I can't believe it's really you! Why are you here?""It's Uncle Speuter? That's weird, why are you guys in Riga?""Huh?!" Now, it was Spuut's turn to be further surprised: "You know this is Riga?""I know. I'm here to find people here, but there's still a fight? I don't want to fight." Fisk said it lightly, he never thought that such a lighthearted attitude would add to the absurd feeling."Then don't fight! Let's talk about anything. Damn it, what kind of army did you know if you were on your side?" The Norse language kept shouting: "It's all gone! It's all a misunderstanding! They are not enemies at all."If this is the case, the Danes can immediately announce that they will not fight, but the Latvians look at the situation in front of them, and the nobles subjectively do not want to withdraw their troops casually. The local nobles learned that an enemy was destroying the village, and the suspect was locked in the Semigallians. Who knows? They don't know these guys at all, and their strength is strong. If there is a fight, the Varyag mercenaries will collectively choose to quit~www.novelhall.com~ Will Riga be destroyed by then? !Ordinary militiamen can only see the situation in front of them. They find that the battle is impossible at all, and the morale that was already drained is now even more discouraged. Those so-called enemies are not Semigallia at all. Although the other party is very strange, there is no hostility. He even had a good time talking with those Varyag leaders.Even if the local nobles remained on alert, when the militia felt that there was no point in continuing to stand here stupidly, they began to withdraw from the battlefield on their own accord.The nobles felt fear, but then they thought that the group of horse riders, who were very similar to the Rus, did not look hostile, and they could ask the situation by talking to them.As a result, the so-called military confrontation was only a theory that existed for no more than thirty minutes. When the Varyag mercenaries began to chat with the so-called enemy, the strong Latvian militia directly disbanded itself. The local nobles stood up and approached the casual formation of the Varyags, the bald stranger, and the cavalry army behind him.Although it can only be determined from the clothes that the strangers have a very close relationship with the Rus, some local nobles simply greeted them in Norse with a strange accent: "People from afar, who are you...?"Fisk just wanted to have a good chat with the relatives he met miraculously, but saw some "warriors" dressed in various furs approaching and asking very stupid questions."We are Rus," he replied arrogantly. "It looks like you are local leaders?""Yes""Very well, we just want to chat with the Riga people here. We have no hostility, I don't know why you are hostile. It's okay! I didn't expect my clan to arrive here first, so that our future communication will be less misunderstood. I'm really lucky. It's almost a war..."
