Chapter 417: Borgholm Fortress on the Blood
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Suddenly, there was a strange whoosh in the sky.
On the other side of the battlefield, the sword held high by Rurik fell suddenly: "The men of Elronburg! Shoot!"
Yes, the first wave of arrows all came from the thirty longbows of the Elon Fort troops, and the bone cluster arrows fell from the sky, giving a heavy blow to those who carried the stones in the fort to support the defender.
The men and women holding the stone were holding their wounds and crying bitterly. Some were shot through the neck by accident and were lying in the mud and struggling.
Rurik continued to order: "Taravis, take your Elronburg army, give us ten volleys, and then rest!"
"Yes!" Telavis replied calmly. After all, this kid had seen large-scale battle scenes. He was just an opponent in the past, and now he is participating in a larger-scale battle as an alliance.
The second round of arrow rain leaped away. Considering that the pewter rod's longbow weight is not low, the arms of those scientific men must have been sore after shooting ten times.
Rurik continued to hold the arrow aloft, but this time he led all the crossbowmen.
What kind of force is this?
More than fifty shield-wielding Ross warriors in chain mail became the guards in the front row, and behind them were as many as a hundred crossbowmen!
Their weapons are wooden crossbows, and even more terrifying steel-armed crossbows.
They were divided into five groups, arranged in a very sparse formation, and directly began to support the Mellaren army, which was the main attacker. All this is exactly what King Olekin hopes to see, it is the specific lineup of the Russian army that makes him feel bizarre.
Olekin had no idea that there were many short warriors in the team. Do not! They were all children, like children of Rurik's age.
"A group of little boys can fight? Do the Ross people lack fighters?" Olekin couldn't even think that some of the little fighters were girls themselves. He just glanced a few times, and then continued to look at the soldier who hit the door, hoping that the door would be opened soon.
The heavy arrows fired by the steel-armed crossbow caused a group of little soldiers to almost fall.
"It's so powerful!" Fisk put down his crossbow in surprise.
After Rurik changed his past, he immediately yelled: "Don't dawdle Fisk, keep on winding!"
He turned around again: "The second group! Shoot!"
Then three groups, four groups, fifth groups...
The Ross Arrow formation was turned into a five-segment hit by Rülik. It was controlled to basically reach the level of a 30-second volley. Naturally, the target of its shooting was the person on the wooden wall, suppressing the enemy and preventing it from continuing. Throw stones.
In addition, the longbowmen's projectiles did not stop, and as the birds on the wall were cleared, Rurik began to order the crossbowmen to project.
Because the wooden crossbow itself is a modification of the short wooden bow, the warriors holding such a crossbow have already started a new projectile!
For this battle, the Ross people decided to let a team of two hundred people shoot out five thousand arrows. This is not a shameful waste, because most of the arrows hit are bone clusters and glass clusters, which are of inferior quality. If they are completely lost, it would not be a pity for Rurik. Besides, these arrows can eventually recover a lot.
But the defenders of Fort Borgholm had never seen such a trick in their entire lives.
The attackers' archery methods gave them a new approach to warfare, and many Gotland mercenaries had no chance.
Why?
Many people who throw stones on walls and hold slings are hit with precision by crossbows, like a bird falling from a branch with an arrow.
Soon after the battle began, the soldiers at the top of the wall dared not show up!
Just because no fewer than thirty people have fallen under the fortress, they either fell to death or were shot. There were also a group of wounded in the fort who were dragged away by warriors holding wooden shields and arrows. As for the wounded of the Gotland mercenaries, the Saxons in the fort had no time to take care of them. How to manage them?
At this moment, the Gotland mercenary who stood by the wall was so truly aware of how humble his situation was. If the battle is allowed to continue, either everyone is killed by the enemy's arrows, or the gate is smashed and a huge enemy rushes in. Then no one will want to live!
Do not! Maybe it’s not that bad...
Everyone is from Gotland, should they be sacrificed for the tortoise-like Saxons for a few bad money? Can everyone find a chance to escape?
They clenched their teeth under the arrow rain, but saw the Saxons guarded by them hide in succession.
Someone tried to fight back, or poked their heads to see the enemy's movements.
However, those outcropping were immediately sniped by the Ross Crossbowmen who were waiting to stand by.
Rurik has changed his tactics. The most critical fire suppression is obviously to prevent the enemy from showing up. The rest is free shooting to ensure that the enemy will not interfere with the Mellaren and continue to hit the wall.
In this case, the crossbow arrows fired by children are as deadly. Their disadvantage is probably limited to having to wind with a winch. It is not like some reckless men who use leather gloved hands to violently wind a steel-armed crossbow.
Rurik glanced at his combat maids with satisfaction. They have grown a lot in the past two years, and they have gradually begun to appear "feminine", but they are too thin.
Anna, Bella, Cesia...Rulik deliberately and clearly called out the names given to them, and this battle was also their first actual battle.
The prolonged shooting made the Russian army tired, and turning the winch was rapidly consuming the children's physical strength.
The twelve-year-old bald Fisk suddenly became discouraged. He put down his crossbow, drew his father's sword and stuck it on the ground, looking at Rurik with an embarrassed expression: "Is it effective for us to continue shooting? It looks like the Mellaren people. It's hard to break the wall."
"you are tired?"
"Yes! Worry about your women first, they are even more exhausted."
Rurik stared at the wooden wall, and there were still some trembling figures on it. It seemed that some enemies with short spears were shivering behind the cover.
"Let's continue firing! Fisk!" Rurik looked at the guy he trusted, "Continue shooting, and try to interrupt the enemy's nasty spear."
The towering wooden walls blocked the view of the attackers, and Rurik could only speculate about the current situation of the enemy in the fortress. Many people think that a large number of archery will do little harm to the enemy. The enemy is a human rather than a fool. Wouldn't they avoid it?
The Saxons did hide one after another. The Gotland mercenaries wanted to hide, but they were crossed out because the furious leader Stein ordered you to continue fighting.
What made Stein resented was that he could no longer use hot oil to attack in the light rain. He had some grease remaining, but the firewood that burned the grease into the hot was over-soaked in the rain last night.
The defenders have no better weapons to deal with the siege army. The Saxons, old and young, have gathered around their priests, praying for gods to save them.
Or realistically hope that the wooden wall will stand upright.
The offensive operations have been for some time, and the soldiers with the siege hammer boasted that they had worked so hard to smash them more than a hundred times, and the enemy's wooden walls and gates did not move? !
"Prince, everyone is getting tired if this continues. What should we do? Continue to spend here?"
"It can't be like this anymore, I have to think of a different way."
"Prince, it's better to throw the rope up and let the warriors climb the wall..."
Carl's thoughts were very messy under the city gate, and his panting subordinates either explained his fatigue or made suggestions.
As if a fire burst out from the gap in the helmet, Karl simply took off the helmet and slammed it against the hard oak wall: "Damn the wall! Brothers, let's withdraw!"
The offensive in the morning did not seem to have made any progress. The strong Mellaren Army took the lead in retreating, and friendly forces followed suit.
The Swedish army was still wandering in the light, and the situation surrounding the fort had not changed in the slightest.
Is the most dangerous moment over?
The Gotland mercenaries who had endured the rain of arrows, they began to check which strange arrows, only to discover that they were actually a large number of obsidian arrow clusters?
It is true that the die-cast glass arrow cluster produced by Rurikle in Roseburg has a huge amount of impurities, and its finished product is no different from obsidian.
This kind of arrow hits harder things that will break apart. It is suitable for hunting, but it is mostly a one-time weapon in battle.
The Gotland mercenaries were resentful, and their archers had captured a batch of arrows, but they couldn't expect how much they could bring.
The enemy is retreating temporarily, and the enemy has almost no loss in the entire combat.
The mercenaries who probed under the wooden wall, they saw only a dozen of the latest corpses, and the worst thing was that there were also their own people who fell from the wall after the arrow was hit.
No one was happy for the attacker's retreat. The people in the fort knew that they would launch a new attack in the afternoon after eating something. But can the fortress hold on to a brand new offensive?
Through the terrified faces of the Saxon women and children, as well as the selfishness and cowardice of the men to avoid arrows, the Gotland mercenaries who suffered great losses, they gathered in the leader’s army with weapons. At the door of the house.
As a last resort, the leader Stein and the elders brought armed entourage to meet these angry mercenaries.
"A lot of people died! You are turtles!"
"Give us more money, otherwise we won't fight!"
"Give us silver coins now, give us double."
The demands of the Gotland mercenaries are getting higher and higher, the fighting has escalated, and it is only natural to increase the money.
Looking at the situation that is about to get out of control, is it still useful to continue to treasure a lot of silver coins? In the critical moment, Stein's mind was still sober. As the leader, he ordered the other elders to shut up, and he took out silver coins from the "everyone's warehouse" on his own initiative. There was one mercenary present at the scene, and each of them stuffed twenty in his hand. Pieces! This is not over yet, he urgently needs a promise: "We must stick to it, I need your strength. After the victory, I will give you more money!"
The mercenaries who got the money calmed down. In the end, everyone has their own lives. The silver coins that they hold tightly now make more sense. This is what they plan to do.
On the other side of the battlefield, the withdrawn Swedish army was not discouraged by the setback of the third challenge.
Everyone was really angry, and the dukes of all tribes gathered again to discuss the next battle.
At this moment, no one questioned whether King Olegin’s tactics were problematic. Everyone looked at each other. Since the loss of troops was only a handful, there was no questioning the King’s motives. In fact, everyone really can't come up with a better way than knocking down the city gate.
Do not! and many more!
Olekin, who hopes to break the city and obtain the spoils as a package to complete the supply of the army, knows that he can't hold on.
He suddenly thought of a trick: "Since their walls are made of wood, use an axe to chop them off, just like logging wood. As long as we insist on logging, even if the oak is harder, it will collapse."
"Wonderful!" Wenderson of Yilmallen patted his forehead: "Why didn't I expect?"
Ungriffe of Unkrass is even more questioning: "If my people are the first to cut down the wooden wall, can they be the first to enjoy a batch of trophies?"
Amidst their babbling, Otto and Liurik remained cautiously quiet.
Olekin likes the feeling of being praised. He feels that his resourcefulness is unmatched, so he deliberately asked Rurik, who was present to keep quiet, "Boy, what's my strategy?"
"Very good." Rurik replied lightly.
Olekin’s proud smile did not diminish a single bit, “It’s not a small thing! It’s a great thing! God will bless us, and we will definitely be able to break the city before it gets dark today.”
The soldiers of the Swedish army actively eat, and the axe-bearers also began to polish their axe blades with stones.
Unlike the carbon steel axe partially equipped by the Russ, the axe of the friendly army is made of wrought iron. It cannot be said that it is a bad tool. Frequent slashing and slashing of hardened oak that has stood for more than ten years will quickly dull its blade.
The sun has been hiding under the dark clouds, and the offensive side realized that it was already afternoon. They recovered some physical strength in the light rain and started a brand new attack.
The shouts of the Swedish army almost scared the defenders of Borgholm Fortress. Now only the Gotland mercenaries who have taken the money are in the front line of the last morality of the mercenary profession.
Suddenly, some hemp ropes with nooses were thrown onto the wooden wall and began to trap the sharp points of the wooden wall.
Already, the Merlaren warriors with their bare backs, a dagger hanging from their waists and an axe in their waists began to climb the wall. They were skilled like monkeys, but the defenders who insisted on not retreating on the top of the city were not stupid.
The siege hammer of the Swedish army began to slam into the gate again. More than 200 warriors with axes gathered under the wall and began to violently smash the wall. The Rus also continued to throw arrows in the rear to support.
Olekin hoped that those climbers could overcome some enemies, then touched behind the wooden wall and removed all the wood that was against the gate.
However, he saw that the bodies of the desperadoes he had sent were thrown down by the defenders.
Although there were also armored defenders who were hit by the arrows of the Ross people and fell, it can be seen that the tactics of climbing the wall and breaking the city were not considered from the beginning.
The entire battlefield resembled a large-scale civil construction site, and the so-called enemy's resistance was weak and futile.
Although there are still a lot of debris falling from the sky, but there are not many rocks available.
The wood wall made of aged oak, which is almost like fossils, cannot be cut by a strong man in a few hours unless it is cut with a chainsaw. Even if they really cut down the oak, they will find that there is still a layer behind.
The Saxons who immigrated here brought with them the technique of building a wooden fortress. To make the wooden wall strong, they extravagantly used a mix of oak and pine wood. The first layer was difficult to block the strong wind. They used double layers. The wooden piles are deeply rooted in the ground, and behind the wooden wall there is a reinforced foundation made of rammed soil.
If Olekin knew that the fortress had such a structure, he wouldn't even want to cut down the wooden wall.
What is really effective is the frontal ramming of the siege hammer.
The door of Borgholm finally loosened, and Carl who saw hope yelled excitedly: "Haha, keep on hitting! We are the first to break through the city from Mellaren, brothers, silver coins, fish, and women, all of them are yours. !"
The resentful soldiers in black who had been tortured by bitter fighting and the cold rain for a long time, they erupted with formidable power, and the collision momentum became more and more fierce.
The weak point of the wooden wall finally began to loosen, and it was this weak point at the gate. It began to sway violently with the collision, and the Gotland mercenaries who frightened the guard retreated.
Even the garrison on the wooden wall was shaken to the ground by the violent shock, holding his broken leg and wailing. Unfortunately, more than forty companions were holding spears, nervously waiting for the collapse of the gate.
This fear also awakened Saxony, who had illusions.
Chief Stein picked up his axe and ordered the men in his own dialect: "Warriors, this is the last battle! Fight the enemy to the end!"
Suddenly, no one was prepared, and the gate collapsed!
All the beams on the gate collapsed, causing the platform above the gate to fall as a whole, like a big rock, suddenly hitting a ticket of Mellaren soldiers holding a siege hammer against the wall.
Carl's face was stabbed by a piece of sawdust, and he fell into the mud. Regardless of his bleeding face, he subconsciously held the sword and was about to rush with his horrified brothers.
Ten people were held down by the collapsed city gate. Even if they were not killed on the spot, they lost their combat effectiveness.
The collapsed gate created a ruin with a height of more than two meters. A gap was seen, and soldiers from all tribes of the Swedish army were attacking here.
In order to take the lead, more than a dozen black soldiers from Mellaren had already rushed in first. Who could have imagined that their bodies pierced by a lot of spears were pushed out by the enemy abruptly.
The gap suddenly appeared, Olekin's goal succeeded! However, the red-eye attacker and the decisively counterattack defender started the fiercest battle around this gap!
In this situation, Rurik was trembling in the rain.
"Son, what's the matter with you?" Otto put his big hands on Rurik's head, trying to calm him down.
"It's terrible... It can still be like this..."
Rurik always feels that this scene is like the shocking scene in "The Kingdom of Heaven". The offensive and defenders are fighting to the end for a gap, until the corpses are everywhere?
He was shocked and sighed: "This is no longer a duel of force, but a battle of will."
"You? Want to join?"
Rurik glared and rejected: "No, our support mission... has been completed. Let's just watch! Just watch..."
As a result, the corpses of the soldiers on both sides looked like "bleeding stones", and the gaps were piled up by these terrible stones. The battle is still extremely anxious, and the new wall is getting higher and higher.
Olekin could not have imagined that the enemy was so crazy. He trembled with heartache as he watched the battle: "They are obviously not Danes! They are more brave than the Danes!? Who am I attacking!"
The battlefield environment is really fascinating. When the wooden wall is still stable, the Saxons are like frightened sheep, but now the wooden wall collapses with a fatal gap, and they instantly become a pack of wolves! The leader Stein is a wolf.
No one noticed that the rain had stopped, and the hidden sun suddenly poked out from the west, and the whole world was blood-red in a snapshot.
In the setting sun, Olegin could not feel any warmth, and some had a stronger feeling of coldness. He felt that a normal battle was a sacrifice to Odin. To achieve such an unprecedented anxiety in the war, there must be the participation of gods~www.novelhall.com ~ He just believed this, and only hated that he didn't bring a few priests over.
The fighters on both sides on the battlefield were out of breath for a long time. The two who killed the red-eyes didn't care about the corpses of enemies and friends, and continued to climb higher and higher "walls" to continue fighting, but their sword-wielding arms no longer had the strength.
Olekin knew that it was out of place to continue fighting, so he gave the order to retreat. And to retreat, or to prepare for the final blow of tomorrow!
Carl was too tired to stand up. His wounded face made his whole person particularly hideous. He was dragged by his companions to retreat, and behind him was a large group of black soldiers retreating. Seeing that De Melaren's army was talking, all the friendly forces retreated.
Won the fourth round of defense? Stein, the defender of the city, looked at the enemy who was gradually leaving, and asked with all his might: "enemy! Who are you guys on earth?!"
Carl, who was almost out of strength, suddenly twisted his body and shouted with all his strength: "Melaren!"
Everything is clear now. Stein wiped the sweat from his face and the blood of the enemy, looking at hope: "Oh my God! Are these the Svearans? Are we Saxons evacuated here, or are we going to be evacuated? Do the people in the north cut weeds and roots? God, please give us life!"
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Suddenly, there was a strange whoosh in the sky.
On the other side of the battlefield, the sword held high by Rurik fell suddenly: "The men of Elronburg! Shoot!"
Yes, the first wave of arrows all came from the thirty longbows of the Elon Fort troops, and the bone cluster arrows fell from the sky, giving a heavy blow to those who carried the stones in the fort to support the defender.
The men and women holding the stone were holding their wounds and crying bitterly. Some were shot through the neck by accident and were lying in the mud and struggling.
Rurik continued to order: "Taravis, take your Elronburg army, give us ten volleys, and then rest!"
"Yes!" Telavis replied calmly. After all, this kid had seen large-scale battle scenes. He was just an opponent in the past, and now he is participating in a larger-scale battle as an alliance.
The second round of arrow rain leaped away. Considering that the pewter rod's longbow weight is not low, the arms of those scientific men must have been sore after shooting ten times.
Rurik continued to hold the arrow aloft, but this time he led all the crossbowmen.
What kind of force is this?
More than fifty shield-wielding Ross warriors in chain mail became the guards in the front row, and behind them were as many as a hundred crossbowmen!
Their weapons are wooden crossbows, and even more terrifying steel-armed crossbows.
They were divided into five groups, arranged in a very sparse formation, and directly began to support the Mellaren army, which was the main attacker. All this is exactly what King Olekin hopes to see, it is the specific lineup of the Russian army that makes him feel bizarre.
Olekin had no idea that there were many short warriors in the team. Do not! They were all children, like children of Rurik's age.
"A group of little boys can fight? Do the Ross people lack fighters?" Olekin couldn't even think that some of the little fighters were girls themselves. He just glanced a few times, and then continued to look at the soldier who hit the door, hoping that the door would be opened soon.
The heavy arrows fired by the steel-armed crossbow caused a group of little soldiers to almost fall.
"It's so powerful!" Fisk put down his crossbow in surprise.
After Rurik changed his past, he immediately yelled: "Don't dawdle Fisk, keep on winding!"
He turned around again: "The second group! Shoot!"
Then three groups, four groups, fifth groups...
The Ross Arrow formation was turned into a five-segment hit by Rülik. It was controlled to basically reach the level of a 30-second volley. Naturally, the target of its shooting was the person on the wooden wall, suppressing the enemy and preventing it from continuing. Throw stones.
In addition, the longbowmen's projectiles did not stop, and as the birds on the wall were cleared, Rurik began to order the crossbowmen to project.
Because the wooden crossbow itself is a modification of the short wooden bow, the warriors holding such a crossbow have already started a new projectile!
For this battle, the Ross people decided to let a team of two hundred people shoot out five thousand arrows. This is not a shameful waste, because most of the arrows hit are bone clusters and glass clusters, which are of inferior quality. If they are completely lost, it would not be a pity for Rurik. Besides, these arrows can eventually recover a lot.
But the defenders of Fort Borgholm had never seen such a trick in their entire lives.
The attackers' archery methods gave them a new approach to warfare, and many Gotland mercenaries had no chance.
Why?
Many people who throw stones on walls and hold slings are hit with precision by crossbows, like a bird falling from a branch with an arrow.
Soon after the battle began, the soldiers at the top of the wall dared not show up!
Just because no fewer than thirty people have fallen under the fortress, they either fell to death or were shot. There were also a group of wounded in the fort who were dragged away by warriors holding wooden shields and arrows. As for the wounded of the Gotland mercenaries, the Saxons in the fort had no time to take care of them. How to manage them?
At this moment, the Gotland mercenary who stood by the wall was so truly aware of how humble his situation was. If the battle is allowed to continue, either everyone is killed by the enemy's arrows, or the gate is smashed and a huge enemy rushes in. Then no one will want to live!
Do not! Maybe it’s not that bad...
Everyone is from Gotland, should they be sacrificed for the tortoise-like Saxons for a few bad money? Can everyone find a chance to escape?
They clenched their teeth under the arrow rain, but saw the Saxons guarded by them hide in succession.
Someone tried to fight back, or poked their heads to see the enemy's movements.
However, those outcropping were immediately sniped by the Ross Crossbowmen who were waiting to stand by.
Rurik has changed his tactics. The most critical fire suppression is obviously to prevent the enemy from showing up. The rest is free shooting to ensure that the enemy will not interfere with the Mellaren and continue to hit the wall.
In this case, the crossbow arrows fired by children are as deadly. Their disadvantage is probably limited to having to wind with a winch. It is not like some reckless men who use leather gloved hands to violently wind a steel-armed crossbow.
Rurik glanced at his combat maids with satisfaction. They have grown a lot in the past two years, and they have gradually begun to appear "feminine", but they are too thin.
Anna, Bella, Cesia...Rulik deliberately and clearly called out the names given to them, and this battle was also their first actual battle.
The prolonged shooting made the Russian army tired, and turning the winch was rapidly consuming the children's physical strength.
The twelve-year-old bald Fisk suddenly became discouraged. He put down his crossbow, drew his father's sword and stuck it on the ground, looking at Rurik with an embarrassed expression: "Is it effective for us to continue shooting? It looks like the Mellaren people. It's hard to break the wall."
"you are tired?"
"Yes! Worry about your women first, they are even more exhausted."
Rurik stared at the wooden wall, and there were still some trembling figures on it. It seemed that some enemies with short spears were shivering behind the cover.
"Let's continue firing! Fisk!" Rurik looked at the guy he trusted, "Continue shooting, and try to interrupt the enemy's nasty spear."
The towering wooden walls blocked the view of the attackers, and Rurik could only speculate about the current situation of the enemy in the fortress. Many people think that a large number of archery will do little harm to the enemy. The enemy is a human rather than a fool. Wouldn't they avoid it?
The Saxons did hide one after another. The Gotland mercenaries wanted to hide, but they were crossed out because the furious leader Stein ordered you to continue fighting.
What made Stein resented was that he could no longer use hot oil to attack in the light rain. He had some grease remaining, but the firewood that burned the grease into the hot was over-soaked in the rain last night.
The defenders have no better weapons to deal with the siege army. The Saxons, old and young, have gathered around their priests, praying for gods to save them.
Or realistically hope that the wooden wall will stand upright.
The offensive operations have been for some time, and the soldiers with the siege hammer boasted that they had worked so hard to smash them more than a hundred times, and the enemy's wooden walls and gates did not move? !
"Prince, everyone is getting tired if this continues. What should we do? Continue to spend here?"
"It can't be like this anymore, I have to think of a different way."
"Prince, it's better to throw the rope up and let the warriors climb the wall..."
Carl's thoughts were very messy under the city gate, and his panting subordinates either explained his fatigue or made suggestions.
As if a fire burst out from the gap in the helmet, Karl simply took off the helmet and slammed it against the hard oak wall: "Damn the wall! Brothers, let's withdraw!"
The offensive in the morning did not seem to have made any progress. The strong Mellaren Army took the lead in retreating, and friendly forces followed suit.
The Swedish army was still wandering in the light, and the situation surrounding the fort had not changed in the slightest.
Is the most dangerous moment over?
The Gotland mercenaries who had endured the rain of arrows, they began to check which strange arrows, only to discover that they were actually a large number of obsidian arrow clusters?
It is true that the die-cast glass arrow cluster produced by Rurikle in Roseburg has a huge amount of impurities, and its finished product is no different from obsidian.
This kind of arrow hits harder things that will break apart. It is suitable for hunting, but it is mostly a one-time weapon in battle.
The Gotland mercenaries were resentful, and their archers had captured a batch of arrows, but they couldn't expect how much they could bring.
The enemy is retreating temporarily, and the enemy has almost no loss in the entire combat.
The mercenaries who probed under the wooden wall, they saw only a dozen of the latest corpses, and the worst thing was that there were also their own people who fell from the wall after the arrow was hit.
No one was happy for the attacker's retreat. The people in the fort knew that they would launch a new attack in the afternoon after eating something. But can the fortress hold on to a brand new offensive?
Through the terrified faces of the Saxon women and children, as well as the selfishness and cowardice of the men to avoid arrows, the Gotland mercenaries who suffered great losses, they gathered in the leader’s army with weapons. At the door of the house.
As a last resort, the leader Stein and the elders brought armed entourage to meet these angry mercenaries.
"A lot of people died! You are turtles!"
"Give us more money, otherwise we won't fight!"
"Give us silver coins now, give us double."
The demands of the Gotland mercenaries are getting higher and higher, the fighting has escalated, and it is only natural to increase the money.
Looking at the situation that is about to get out of control, is it still useful to continue to treasure a lot of silver coins? In the critical moment, Stein's mind was still sober. As the leader, he ordered the other elders to shut up, and he took out silver coins from the "everyone's warehouse" on his own initiative. There was one mercenary present at the scene, and each of them stuffed twenty in his hand. Pieces! This is not over yet, he urgently needs a promise: "We must stick to it, I need your strength. After the victory, I will give you more money!"
The mercenaries who got the money calmed down. In the end, everyone has their own lives. The silver coins that they hold tightly now make more sense. This is what they plan to do.
On the other side of the battlefield, the withdrawn Swedish army was not discouraged by the setback of the third challenge.
Everyone was really angry, and the dukes of all tribes gathered again to discuss the next battle.
At this moment, no one questioned whether King Olegin’s tactics were problematic. Everyone looked at each other. Since the loss of troops was only a handful, there was no questioning the King’s motives. In fact, everyone really can't come up with a better way than knocking down the city gate.
Do not! and many more!
Olekin, who hopes to break the city and obtain the spoils as a package to complete the supply of the army, knows that he can't hold on.
He suddenly thought of a trick: "Since their walls are made of wood, use an axe to chop them off, just like logging wood. As long as we insist on logging, even if the oak is harder, it will collapse."
"Wonderful!" Wenderson of Yilmallen patted his forehead: "Why didn't I expect?"
Ungriffe of Unkrass is even more questioning: "If my people are the first to cut down the wooden wall, can they be the first to enjoy a batch of trophies?"
Amidst their babbling, Otto and Liurik remained cautiously quiet.
Olekin likes the feeling of being praised. He feels that his resourcefulness is unmatched, so he deliberately asked Rurik, who was present to keep quiet, "Boy, what's my strategy?"
"Very good." Rurik replied lightly.
Olekin’s proud smile did not diminish a single bit, “It’s not a small thing! It’s a great thing! God will bless us, and we will definitely be able to break the city before it gets dark today.”
The soldiers of the Swedish army actively eat, and the axe-bearers also began to polish their axe blades with stones.
Unlike the carbon steel axe partially equipped by the Russ, the axe of the friendly army is made of wrought iron. It cannot be said that it is a bad tool. Frequent slashing and slashing of hardened oak that has stood for more than ten years will quickly dull its blade.
The sun has been hiding under the dark clouds, and the offensive side realized that it was already afternoon. They recovered some physical strength in the light rain and started a brand new attack.
The shouts of the Swedish army almost scared the defenders of Borgholm Fortress. Now only the Gotland mercenaries who have taken the money are in the front line of the last morality of the mercenary profession.
Suddenly, some hemp ropes with nooses were thrown onto the wooden wall and began to trap the sharp points of the wooden wall.
Already, the Merlaren warriors with their bare backs, a dagger hanging from their waists and an axe in their waists began to climb the wall. They were skilled like monkeys, but the defenders who insisted on not retreating on the top of the city were not stupid.
The siege hammer of the Swedish army began to slam into the gate again. More than 200 warriors with axes gathered under the wall and began to violently smash the wall. The Rus also continued to throw arrows in the rear to support.
Olekin hoped that those climbers could overcome some enemies, then touched behind the wooden wall and removed all the wood that was against the gate.
However, he saw that the bodies of the desperadoes he had sent were thrown down by the defenders.
Although there were also armored defenders who were hit by the arrows of the Ross people and fell, it can be seen that the tactics of climbing the wall and breaking the city were not considered from the beginning.
The entire battlefield resembled a large-scale civil construction site, and the so-called enemy's resistance was weak and futile.
Although there are still a lot of debris falling from the sky, but there are not many rocks available.
The wood wall made of aged oak, which is almost like fossils, cannot be cut by a strong man in a few hours unless it is cut with a chainsaw. Even if they really cut down the oak, they will find that there is still a layer behind.
The Saxons who immigrated here brought with them the technique of building a wooden fortress. To make the wooden wall strong, they extravagantly used a mix of oak and pine wood. The first layer was difficult to block the strong wind. They used double layers. The wooden piles are deeply rooted in the ground, and behind the wooden wall there is a reinforced foundation made of rammed soil.
If Olekin knew that the fortress had such a structure, he wouldn't even want to cut down the wooden wall.
What is really effective is the frontal ramming of the siege hammer.
The door of Borgholm finally loosened, and Carl who saw hope yelled excitedly: "Haha, keep on hitting! We are the first to break through the city from Mellaren, brothers, silver coins, fish, and women, all of them are yours. !"
The resentful soldiers in black who had been tortured by bitter fighting and the cold rain for a long time, they erupted with formidable power, and the collision momentum became more and more fierce.
The weak point of the wooden wall finally began to loosen, and it was this weak point at the gate. It began to sway violently with the collision, and the Gotland mercenaries who frightened the guard retreated.
Even the garrison on the wooden wall was shaken to the ground by the violent shock, holding his broken leg and wailing. Unfortunately, more than forty companions were holding spears, nervously waiting for the collapse of the gate.
This fear also awakened Saxony, who had illusions.
Chief Stein picked up his axe and ordered the men in his own dialect: "Warriors, this is the last battle! Fight the enemy to the end!"
Suddenly, no one was prepared, and the gate collapsed!
All the beams on the gate collapsed, causing the platform above the gate to fall as a whole, like a big rock, suddenly hitting a ticket of Mellaren soldiers holding a siege hammer against the wall.
Carl's face was stabbed by a piece of sawdust, and he fell into the mud. Regardless of his bleeding face, he subconsciously held the sword and was about to rush with his horrified brothers.
Ten people were held down by the collapsed city gate. Even if they were not killed on the spot, they lost their combat effectiveness.
The collapsed gate created a ruin with a height of more than two meters. A gap was seen, and soldiers from all tribes of the Swedish army were attacking here.
In order to take the lead, more than a dozen black soldiers from Mellaren had already rushed in first. Who could have imagined that their bodies pierced by a lot of spears were pushed out by the enemy abruptly.
The gap suddenly appeared, Olekin's goal succeeded! However, the red-eye attacker and the decisively counterattack defender started the fiercest battle around this gap!
In this situation, Rurik was trembling in the rain.
"Son, what's the matter with you?" Otto put his big hands on Rurik's head, trying to calm him down.
"It's terrible... It can still be like this..."
Rurik always feels that this scene is like the shocking scene in "The Kingdom of Heaven". The offensive and defenders are fighting to the end for a gap, until the corpses are everywhere?
He was shocked and sighed: "This is no longer a duel of force, but a battle of will."
"You? Want to join?"
Rurik glared and rejected: "No, our support mission... has been completed. Let's just watch! Just watch..."
As a result, the corpses of the soldiers on both sides looked like "bleeding stones", and the gaps were piled up by these terrible stones. The battle is still extremely anxious, and the new wall is getting higher and higher.
Olekin could not have imagined that the enemy was so crazy. He trembled with heartache as he watched the battle: "They are obviously not Danes! They are more brave than the Danes!? Who am I attacking!"
The battlefield environment is really fascinating. When the wooden wall is still stable, the Saxons are like frightened sheep, but now the wooden wall collapses with a fatal gap, and they instantly become a pack of wolves! The leader Stein is a wolf.
No one noticed that the rain had stopped, and the hidden sun suddenly poked out from the west, and the whole world was blood-red in a snapshot.
In the setting sun, Olegin could not feel any warmth, and some had a stronger feeling of coldness. He felt that a normal battle was a sacrifice to Odin. To achieve such an unprecedented anxiety in the war, there must be the participation of gods~www.novelhall.com ~ He just believed this, and only hated that he didn't bring a few priests over.
The fighters on both sides on the battlefield were out of breath for a long time. The two who killed the red-eyes didn't care about the corpses of enemies and friends, and continued to climb higher and higher "walls" to continue fighting, but their sword-wielding arms no longer had the strength.
Olekin knew that it was out of place to continue fighting, so he gave the order to retreat. And to retreat, or to prepare for the final blow of tomorrow!
Carl was too tired to stand up. His wounded face made his whole person particularly hideous. He was dragged by his companions to retreat, and behind him was a large group of black soldiers retreating. Seeing that De Melaren's army was talking, all the friendly forces retreated.
Won the fourth round of defense? Stein, the defender of the city, looked at the enemy who was gradually leaving, and asked with all his might: "enemy! Who are you guys on earth?!"
Carl, who was almost out of strength, suddenly twisted his body and shouted with all his strength: "Melaren!"
Everything is clear now. Stein wiped the sweat from his face and the blood of the enemy, looking at hope: "Oh my God! Are these the Svearans? Are we Saxons evacuated here, or are we going to be evacuated? Do the people in the north cut weeds and roots? God, please give us life!"
Suddenly, there was a strange whoosh in the sky.On the other side of the battlefield, the sword held high by Rurik fell suddenly: "The men of Elronburg! Shoot!"Yes, the first wave of arrows all came from the thirty longbows of the Elon Fort troops, and the bone cluster arrows fell from the sky, giving a heavy blow to those who carried the stones in the fort to support the defender.The men and women holding the stone were holding their wounds and crying bitterly. Some were shot through the neck by accident and were lying in the mud and struggling.Rurik continued to order: "Taravis, take your Elronburg army, give us ten volleys, and then rest!""Yes!" Telavis replied calmly. After all, this kid had seen large-scale battle scenes. He was just an opponent in the past, and now he is participating in a larger-scale battle as an alliance.The second round of arrow rain leaped away. Considering that the pewter rod's longbow weight is not low, the arms of those scientific men must have been sore after shooting ten times.Rurik continued to hold the arrow aloft, but this time he led all the crossbowmen.What kind of force is this?More than fifty shield-wielding Ross warriors in chain mail became the guards in the front row, and behind them were as many as a hundred crossbowmen!Their weapons are wooden crossbows, and even more terrifying steel-armed crossbows.They were divided into five groups, arranged in a very sparse formation, and directly began to support the Mellaren army, which was the main attacker. All this is exactly what King Olekin hopes to see, it is the specific lineup of the Russian army that makes him feel bizarre.Olekin had no idea that there were many short warriors in the team. Do not! They were all children, like children of Rurik's age."A group of little boys can fight? Do the Ross people lack fighters?" Olekin couldn't even think that some of the little fighters were girls themselves. He just glanced a few times, and then continued to look at the soldier who hit the door, hoping that the door would be opened soon.The heavy arrows fired by the steel-armed crossbow caused a group of little soldiers to almost fall."It's so powerful!" Fisk put down his crossbow in surprise.After Rurik changed his past, he immediately yelled: "Don't dawdle Fisk, keep on winding!"He turned around again: "The second group! Shoot!"Then three groups, four groups, fifth groups...The Ross Arrow formation was turned into a five-segment hit by Rlik. It was controlled to basically reach the level of a 30-second volley. Naturally, the target of its shooting was the person on the wooden wall, suppressing the enemy and preventing it from continuing. Throw stones.In addition, the longbowmen's projectiles did not stop, and as the birds on the wall were cleared, Rurik began to order the crossbowmen to project.Because the wooden crossbow itself is a modification of the short wooden bow, the warriors holding such a crossbow have already started a new projectile!For this battle, the Ross people decided to let a team of two hundred people shoot out five thousand arrows. This is not a shameful waste, because most of the arrows hit are bone clusters and glass clusters, which are of inferior quality. If they are completely lost, it would not be a pity for Rurik. Besides, these arrows can eventually recover a lot.But the defenders of Fort Borgholm had never seen such a trick in their entire lives.The attackers' archery methods gave them a new approach to warfare, and many Gotland mercenaries had no chance.Why?Many people who throw stones on walls and hold slings are hit with precision by crossbows, like a bird falling from a branch with an arrow.Soon after the battle began, the soldiers at the top of the wall dared not show up!Just because no fewer than thirty people have fallen under the fortress, they either fell to death or were shot. There were also a group of wounded in the fort who were dragged away by warriors holding wooden shields and arrows. As for the wounded of the Gotland mercenaries, the Saxons in the fort had no time to take care of them. How to manage them?At this moment, the Gotland mercenary who stood by the wall was so truly aware of how humble his situation was. If the battle is allowed to continue, either everyone is killed by the enemy's arrows, or the gate is smashed and a huge enemy rushes in. Then no one will want to live!Do not! Maybe it's not that bad...Everyone is from Gotland, should they be sacrificed for the tortoise-like Saxons for a few bad money? Can everyone find a chance to escape?They clenched their teeth under the arrow rain, but saw the Saxons guarded by them hide in succession.Someone tried to fight back, or poked their heads to see the enemy's movements.However, those outcropping were immediately sniped by the Ross Crossbowmen who were waiting to stand by.Rurik has changed his tactics. The most critical fire suppression is obviously to prevent the enemy from showing up. The rest is free shooting to ensure that the enemy will not interfere with the Mellaren and continue to hit the wall.In this case, the crossbow arrows fired by children are as deadly. Their disadvantage is probably limited to having to wind with a winch. It is not like some reckless men who use leather gloved hands to violently wind a steel-armed crossbow.Rurik glanced at his combat maids with satisfaction. They have grown a lot in the past two years, and they have gradually begun to appear "feminine", but they are too thin.Anna, Bella, Cesia...Rulik deliberately and clearly called out the names given to them, and this battle was also their first actual battle.The prolonged shooting made the Russian army tired, and turning the winch was rapidly consuming the children's physical strength.The twelve-year-old bald Fisk suddenly became discouraged. He put down his crossbow, drew his father's sword and stuck it on the ground, looking at Rurik with an embarrassed expression: "Is it effective for us to continue shooting? It looks like the Mellaren people. It's hard to break the wall.""you are tired?""Yes! Worry about your women first, they are even more exhausted."Rurik stared at the wooden wall, and there were still some trembling figures on it. It seemed that some enemies with short spears were shivering behind the cover."Let's continue firing! Fisk!" Rurik looked at the guy he trusted, "Continue shooting, and try to interrupt the enemy's nasty spear."The towering wooden walls blocked the view of the attackers, and Rurik could only speculate about the current situation of the enemy in the fortress. Many people think that a large number of archery will do little harm to the enemy. The enemy is a human rather than a fool. Wouldn't they avoid it?The Saxons did hide one after another. The Gotland mercenaries wanted to hide, but they were crossed out because the furious leader Stein ordered you to continue fighting.What made Stein resented was that he could no longer use hot oil to attack in the light rain. He had some grease remaining, but the firewood that burned the grease into the hot was over-soaked in the rain last night.The defenders have no better weapons to deal with the siege army. The Saxons, old and young, have gathered around their priests, praying for gods to save them.Or realistically hope that the wooden wall will stand upright.The offensive operations have been for some time, and the soldiers with the siege hammer boasted that they had worked so hard to smash them more than a hundred times, and the enemy's wooden walls and gates did not move? !"Prince, everyone is getting tired if this continues. What should we do? Continue to spend here?""It can't be like this anymore, I have to think of a different way.""Prince, it's better to throw the rope up and let the warriors climb the wall..."Carl's thoughts were very messy under the city gate, and his panting subordinates either explained his fatigue or made suggestions.As if a fire burst out from the gap in the helmet, Karl simply took off the helmet and slammed it against the hard oak wall: "Damn the wall! Brothers, let's withdraw!"The offensive in the morning did not seem to have made any progress. The strong Mellaren Army took the lead in retreating, and friendly forces followed suit.The Swedish army was still wandering in the light, and the situation surrounding the fort had not changed in the slightest.Is the most dangerous moment over?The Gotland mercenaries who had endured the rain of arrows, they began to check which strange arrows, only to discover that they were actually a large number of obsidian arrow clusters?It is true that the die-cast glass arrow cluster produced by Rurikle in Roseburg has a huge amount of impurities, and its finished product is no different from obsidian.This kind of arrow hits harder things that will break apart. It is suitable for hunting, but it is mostly a one-time weapon in battle.The Gotland mercenaries were resentful, and their archers had captured a batch of arrows, but they couldn't expect how much they could bring.The enemy is retreating temporarily, and the enemy has almost no loss in the entire combat.The mercenaries who probed under the wooden wall, they saw only a dozen of the latest corpses, and the worst thing was that there were also their own people who fell from the wall after the arrow was hit.No one was happy for the attacker's retreat. The people in the fort knew that they would launch a new attack in the afternoon after eating something. But can the fortress hold on to a brand new offensive?Through the terrified faces of the Saxon women and children, as well as the selfishness and cowardice of the men to avoid arrows, the Gotland mercenaries who suffered great losses, they gathered in the leader's army with weapons. At the door of the house.As a last resort, the leader Stein and the elders brought armed entourage to meet these angry mercenaries."A lot of people died! You are turtles!""Give us more money, otherwise we won't fight!""Give us silver coins now, give us double."The demands of the Gotland mercenaries are getting higher and higher, the fighting has escalated, and it is only natural to increase the money.Looking at the situation that is about to get out of control, is it still useful to continue to treasure a lot of silver coins? In the critical moment, Stein's mind was still sober. As the leader, he ordered the other elders to shut up, and he took out silver coins from the "everyone's warehouse" on his own initiative. There was one mercenary present at the scene, and each of them stuffed twenty in his hand. Pieces! This is not over yet, he urgently needs a promise: "We must stick to it, I need your strength. After the victory, I will give you more money!"The mercenaries who got the money calmed down. In the end, everyone has their own lives. The silver coins that they hold tightly now make more sense. This is what they plan to do.On the other side of the battlefield, the withdrawn Swedish army was not discouraged by the setback of the third challenge.Everyone was really angry, and the dukes of all tribes gathered again to discuss the next battle.At this moment, no one questioned whether King Olegin's tactics were problematic. Everyone looked at each other. Since the loss of troops was only a handful, there was no questioning the King's motives. In fact, everyone really can't come up with a better way than knocking down the city gate.Do not! and many more!Olekin, who hopes to break the city and obtain the spoils as a package to complete the supply of the army, knows that he can't hold on.He suddenly thought of a trick: "Since their walls are made of wood, use an axe to chop them off, just like logging wood. As long as we insist on logging, even if the oak is harder, it will collapse.""Wonderful!" Wenderson of Yilmallen patted his forehead: "Why didn't I expect?"Ungriffe of Unkrass is even more questioning: "If my people are the first to cut down the wooden wall, can they be the first to enjoy a batch of trophies?"Amidst their babbling, Otto and Liurik remained cautiously quiet.Olekin likes the feeling of being praised. He feels that his resourcefulness is unmatched, so he deliberately asked Rurik, who was present to keep quiet, "Boy, what's my strategy?""Very good." Rurik replied lightly.Olekin's proud smile did not diminish a single bit, It's not a small thing! It's a great thing! God will bless us, and we will definitely be able to break the city before it gets dark today.The soldiers of the Swedish army actively eat, and the axe-bearers also began to polish their axe blades with stones.Unlike the carbon steel axe partially equipped by the Russ, the axe of the friendly army is made of wrought iron. It cannot be said that it is a bad tool. Frequent slashing and slashing of hardened oak that has stood for more than ten years will quickly dull its blade.The sun has been hiding under the dark clouds, and the offensive side realized that it was already afternoon. They recovered some physical strength in the light rain and started a brand new attack.The shouts of the Swedish army almost scared the defenders of Borgholm Fortress. Now only the Gotland mercenaries who have taken the money are in the front line of the last morality of the mercenary profession.Suddenly, some hemp ropes with nooses were thrown onto the wooden wall and began to trap the sharp points of the wooden wall.Already, the Merlaren warriors with their bare backs, a dagger hanging from their waists and an axe in their waists began to climb the wall. They were skilled like monkeys, but the defenders who insisted on not retreating on the top of the city were not stupid.The siege hammer of the Swedish army began to slam into the gate again. More than 200 warriors with axes gathered under the wall and began to violently smash the wall. The Rus also continued to throw arrows in the rear to support.Olekin hoped that those climbers could overcome some enemies, then touched behind the wooden wall and removed all the wood that was against the gate.However, he saw that the bodies of the desperadoes he had sent were thrown down by the defenders.Although there were also armored defenders who were hit by the arrows of the Ross people and fell, it can be seen that the tactics of climbing the wall and breaking the city were not considered from the beginning.The entire battlefield resembled a large-scale civil construction site, and the so-called enemy's resistance was weak and futile.Although there are still a lot of debris falling from the sky, but there are not many rocks available.The wood wall made of aged oak, which is almost like fossils, cannot be cut by a strong man in a few hours unless it is cut with a chainsaw. Even if they really cut down the oak, they will find that there is still a layer behind.The Saxons who immigrated here brought with them the technique of building a wooden fortress. To make the wooden wall strong, they extravagantly used a mix of oak and pine wood. The first layer was difficult to block the strong wind. They used double layers. The wooden piles are deeply rooted in the ground, and behind the wooden wall there is a reinforced foundation made of rammed soil.If Olekin knew that the fortress had such a structure, he wouldn't even want to cut down the wooden wall.What is really effective is the frontal ramming of the siege hammer.The door of Borgholm finally loosened, and Carl who saw hope yelled excitedly: "Haha, keep on hitting! We are the first to break through the city from Mellaren, brothers, silver coins, fish, and women, all of them are yours. !"The resentful soldiers in black who had been tortured by bitter fighting and the cold rain for a long time, they erupted with formidable power, and the collision momentum became more and more fierce.The weak point of the wooden wall finally began to loosen, and it was this weak point at the gate. It began to sway violently with the collision, and the Gotland mercenaries who frightened the guard retreated.Even the garrison on the wooden wall was shaken to the ground by the violent shock, holding his broken leg and wailing. Unfortunately, more than forty companions were holding spears, nervously waiting for the collapse of the gate.This fear also awakened Saxony, who had illusions.Chief Stein picked up his axe and ordered the men in his own dialect: "Warriors, this is the last battle! Fight the enemy to the end!"Suddenly, no one was prepared, and the gate collapsed!All the beams on the gate collapsed, causing the platform above the gate to fall as a whole, like a big rock, suddenly hitting a ticket of Mellaren soldiers holding a siege hammer against the wall.Carl's face was stabbed by a piece of sawdust, and he fell into the mud. Regardless of his bleeding face, he subconsciously held the sword and was about to rush with his horrified brothers.Ten people were held down by the collapsed city gate. Even if they were not killed on the spot, they lost their combat effectiveness.The collapsed gate created a ruin with a height of more than two meters. A gap was seen, and soldiers from all tribes of the Swedish army were attacking here.In order to take the lead, more than a dozen black soldiers from Mellaren had already rushed in first. Who could have imagined that their bodies pierced by a lot of spears were pushed out by the enemy abruptly.The gap suddenly appeared, Olekin's goal succeeded! However, the red-eye attacker and the decisively counterattack defender started the fiercest battle around this gap!In this situation, Rurik was trembling in the rain."Son, what's the matter with you?" Otto put his big hands on Rurik's head, trying to calm him down."It's terrible... It can still be like this..."Rurik always feels that this scene is like the shocking scene in "The Kingdom of Heaven". The offensive and defenders are fighting to the end for a gap, until the corpses are everywhere?He was shocked and sighed: "This is no longer a duel of force, but a battle of will.""You? Want to join?"Rurik glared and rejected: "No, our support mission... has been completed. Let's just watch! Just watch..."As a result, the corpses of the soldiers on both sides looked like "bleeding stones", and the gaps were piled up by these terrible stones. The battle is still extremely anxious, and the new wall is getting higher and higher.Olekin could not have imagined that the enemy was so crazy. He trembled with heartache as he watched the battle: "They are obviously not Danes! They are more brave than the Danes!? Who am I attacking!"The battlefield environment is really fascinating. When the wooden wall is still stable, the Saxons are like frightened sheep, but now the wooden wall collapses with a fatal gap, and they instantly become a pack of wolves! The leader Stein is a wolf.No one noticed that the rain had stopped, and the hidden sun suddenly poked out from the west, and the whole world was blood-red in a snapshot.In the setting sun, Olegin could not feel any warmth, and some had a stronger feeling of coldness. He felt that a normal battle was a sacrifice to Odin. To achieve such an unprecedented anxiety in the war, there must be the participation of gods~www.novelhall.com ~ He just believed this, and only hated that he didn't bring a few priests over.The fighters on both sides on the battlefield were out of breath for a long time. The two who killed the red-eyes didn't care about the corpses of enemies and friends, and continued to climb higher and higher "walls" to continue fighting, but their sword-wielding arms no longer had the strength.Olekin knew that it was out of place to continue fighting, so he gave the order to retreat. And to retreat, or to prepare for the final blow of tomorrow!Carl was too tired to stand up. His wounded face made his whole person particularly hideous. He was dragged by his companions to retreat, and behind him was a large group of black soldiers retreating. Seeing that De Melaren's army was talking, all the friendly forces retreated.Won the fourth round of defense? Stein, the defender of the city, looked at the enemy who was gradually leaving, and asked with all his might: "enemy! Who are you guys on earth?!"Carl, who was almost out of strength, suddenly twisted his body and shouted with all his strength: "Melaren!"Everything is clear now. Stein wiped the sweat from his face and the blood of the enemy, looking at hope: "Oh my God! Are these the Svearans? Are we Saxons evacuated here, or are we going to be evacuated? Do the people in the north cut weeds and roots? God, please give us life!"
