Rise of Rurik

It looked like the battle was going the way Aric had hoped, and the ready-to-play Russ were attacked by their opponents, a situation that Aric could only dream of.

But things have changed dramatically.

There was a whizzing sound in the air, and the Ross warrior saw that many guys were throwing javelins? !

Yes, some sticks do get thrown by shaggy enemies.

"Damn! Stacked shield walls! Defense!" Arik ordered loudly.

He had just given the order, the soldiers had just raised their shields over their heads, and the javelins were smashed across their faces.

The sharp point of the gun directly pierced through the wooden shields of many people, and only those shields reinforced with copper sheets and leather on purpose barely resisted the attack.

Arik under the shield widened his eyes, and he saw a slender javelin head beside his left arm. It is like a huge arrow, and it becomes a little crooked when it penetrates its own shield.

The entire shield became heavier, and the wooden handle of the enemy's javelin hung on the outside, which became an extremely embarrassing burden.

"Is there such a thing?"

Arik had never been attacked by such a weapon before, but fortunately, he had seen a lot of battles, and when he encountered an accidental blow, he quickly regained his consciousness.

He simply knelt down halfway, stood the round shield on the ground, raised his steel sword with his strong right arm, cut off the entire javelin directly, and then pulled out the slender head of the javelin.

The first thing the Russ encountered was the opponent's long-range offensive. The distance between the two sides was actually within 50 meters. After withstanding this javelin, the Russ saw their commander cut off the hateful javelin skillfully, and they also raised themselves. The swords are imitated.

Encountered by the attack of the javelin in the face, the Ross people were a little confused.

For these ancient Estonian villagers, their proud "bear hunting javelin" did not directly destroy the opponent's front line, and even the opponent completely destroyed the javelin neatly, they received a great heart shock.

Arik roared in rage, followed by all the warriors with the same roar.

The Estonian leader gritted his teeth and hurriedly ordered his men to throw another, the last javelin attack they had.

They choose to get as close as possible,

Running together, eager to give the javelin a stronger momentum to obtain greater results.

They did, and really got some results.

The Ross soldiers in the first row experienced the greatest pressure. Fortunately, everyone's arms were very strong, and they relied on their own strength, and even the help of their partners in the second and third rows, to resist the momentum of the javelin.

Inevitable injuries still occurred.

The next door of the Ross warrior was scratched by the javelin head. Fortunately, it lost a lot of kinetic energy after smashing through the oak shield. Then it hit the warrior's leather coat and linen lining. Congestion.

The arms of several soldiers could no longer lift their shields. For morale and to avoid letting their companions see their slump, they clenched their teeth and retreated smoothly to the back row.

Arik noticed this, "Damn, I have to strengthen the defense of my arms and legs in future battles."

The Russ suffered a loss by not equipping the front-line "hoplites" with metal neck braces.

All the tragedy of course stems from the enemy's damn javelin.

In Arik's concept, the battle between the Rus and other tribes, and the bloody fierce battle, rarely throw spears at each other, let alone such a strange-looking javelin.

He himself had no insight into it, and Rurik had figured out something.

Several javelins fell from the sky and landed not far from the "tortoise shell" ordered by Yevlo, and they were almost straight into the mud.

Yevlo breathed a sigh of relief: "They actually threw the javelin, but luckily they didn't hit us. Your lord, are you alright."

"I'm fine. Stay vigilant."

Rurik saw clearly the whole of the javelin through the gap in the shield that made up the turtle shell.

A strong sense of familiarity directly made him feel that the world was too crazy.

"Pilum?!"

Rurik could hardly believe his eyes.

"Sir, what did you say?" Yevro asked nervously.

"That weapon is pilum, why does it appear here."

Yevro didn't know Latin, and he had no way of knowing that the owner was talking about a Roman javelin, which did not prevent him from explaining: "In fact, even we Finns throw some javelins when we fight, and we all use This weapon, it hits something hard and the head of the javelin bends."

"I know! How could it be here?! Forget it, leave it alone."

Rurik really didn't understand that those Roman javelins of the first century AD, which were obviously classic shapes, almost hit him in the ninth century. Could this weapon also travel through time and space? !

The javelin certainly did not cross, because it was made by these Estonian tribes who occupied the pyrite. All because their ancestors fought Roman armies and learned a little bit in the war. In the past, they were also poisoned by the Roman javelin. Now, they regard it as the only magic weapon for hunting bears, and it is also a weapon for killing enemies in tribal wars.

The tribes in this area, or a consortium of several villages, shared an iron ore and elected the most powerful family as their leader. Compared with other tribes, because they control iron ore, they can use iron weapons, such as javelins, relatively luxuriously.

They stocked up more bear hunting javelins. The leader heard that some of the Varyags were plotting bad things, and learned that the opponent's troops were not strong, so he did not lead all the men to carry as many weapons as possible, and fought back after a night.

In other words, this Estonian counterattack is a kind of encounter in a sense. They did not make adequate preparations, but seeing that the opponent's troops were not many, they also arched into a group that looked like a tortoise.

No matter how big the results of the two rounds of the javelin are (actually it seems useless), the leader has no javelin at hand, so he can't throw the iron spear as well?

The leader held an iron sword and issued an order to strike across the board.

The Estonian villagers finally waited for the decisive battle to defend their homes and resist the Varyag gangsters. They almost tore their throats and charged with their weapons from multiple directions with their heads blank, vowing to break through the opponent's shield. The wall front, and then relying on the absolute advantage of the number of people, carried out the most brutal and ruthless fighting.

Seeing that they were charging, Arik was cool.

He kept calm and ordered: "Brothers, hold on, let them attack!"

"Hold your swords and stab them in the neck and stomach."

"Second row, your spears smashed their faces."

"The third row, your axes smash their heads."

Arik briefly repeated the tactics again, and suddenly he felt that something was missing, so he turned his head abruptly, and through the gap of the soldiers, roared at the rear: "Rurik, stupid brother, what are you still doing? Come with your people and protect our backs!"

Originally, Rurik felt that the heroic Arik could withstand the enemy's attack, but now it seems that the enemy also has a normal IQ and plans to flank him.

In other words, the opponent did not have a clear tactic. They tended to instinctively find flaws and then attacked, which naturally turned into a pincer attack.

Arik could not help but say that Rurik would also take the mercenaries as guards. Because of all this, it was too much like the siege of 800 Kowen people on the frozen Oulu River half a year ago.

Just as the Estonians completed the encirclement, Yevlo not only threw his master into the safe area of ​​the core of the Russ army formation, but also completed the rearguard line with all the mercenaries.

The shield walls of the Rus are connected together to form a ring.

The Estonians were red-eyed, apparently an undisciplined rabble, but their performance speaks volumes about what it means to be aggressive.

Desperate for their lives, they showed that they were approaching and throwing spears, and then jumped onto the shield that the Russ held over their heads, trying to lift the shield with both hands.

Others saw that the spearhead couldn't give enough damage to the opponent's shield, so they simply slammed into it.

Of course, the enemy's death-defying behavior is exactly what Arik dreams of.

The current formation of the Rus is extremely rigid, but it is also the most effective tactic to deal with unorganized enemies in the current state. In short, the Rus can win as long as they stabilize the formation of the now motionless tortoise. Because, sticking out from the gap of the tortoise shell is a bright white steel sword!

The bravest Estonian warriors, their blood spilled on the Rus through their shields.

The smell of blood greatly stimulated both sides, witnessing the death of their companions, and the subsequent Estonians were even more crazy.

What about the Ross warriors? They fought in the early morning light, that is, under the watchful eye of Odin, and the blood was like a tribute to the warriors.

Swords and spears jab wildly at any enemy that tries to get close to the shield wall.

There are even some Estonian fighters, who were simply smashed in the head or cut off by the axe that fell from the sky.

Inside the shield, the sweaty Rusians were calm, especially the soldiers in the first row. They were half-squatting, holding up the shield covering most of their torso, and stabbing blindly with their swords up. The soldiers in the second row were also very busy, and their spearheads were dripping blood.

The "tortoise" of the Rus is simply indestructible.

The Estonians were trying to find a breakthrough, charging from all over in exchange for the death of one companion after another.

More than fifty of the bravest young men were killed in battle, the blood of the dead seeped into the ground outside the village, and the corpses surrounded the enemy's shield wall, which remained unmoved.

Now that the courage of the brave has been polished, the Estonian warriors are shivering with shock, and they start to retreat uncontrollably.

This situation also shocked their leader.

The war has actually become like this. Of course, the tribal war will kill people. He has never seen the scene of his own people being killed on a large scale at the beginning of the battle.

"You really are Varyag people, you robbers really live up to their reputation!" The leader can only sigh with emotion now.

The leader thought of retreating, but it was against his face, and he was afraid that he would lose the support of various villages because of the defeat.

Maybe with a little more effort, or can the Varyag line be broken?

The Estonian leader simply went to the front line. He kicked and beat many young people who were frightened and sneered: "Didn't you hunt bears? Why are you afraid now? Keep rushing for me!"

Seeing that everyone was still a little hesitant, the leader was ruthless. He directly bit off his crumbling front teeth (after all, he was old), and without a mouthful of blood, he called his clansmen grimly: "Follow me to destroy them! Otherwise, all men will Die, all women and children will be slaves. To protect your family, fight like a man!"

Only Yevlo heard the last cry of grief and indignation from such a character. It was really exciting, but it was useless.

The Rus are not simply sitting still.

Is the enemy about to strike the final blow?

Arik responded calmly: "Brothers! Push!"

The turtle's shell was deliberately loosened, and it returned to a semi-circular offensive formation, slowly evolving toward the line.

The Rus warriors roared "rua" rhythmically, and took a step with a "rua" sound. The strong discipline simply frightened off many Estonian warriors who had regrouped and charged with the leader.

The leader was dumbfounded, and he realized that no matter what, he had to have 200 people rushing behind him, but only 30 people accompanied him.

The other clansmen were not watching the fire from the other side, they were already frightened and foolish, and they gathered into a group at a loss.

run away? right! Run away.

The Estonians do not have a warrior culture. Seeing that the clan members are not cooperating, the leader cannot commit suicide when he thinks about it. Anyway, the people of this village just ran away yesterday. Anyway, the Varyag people are here to plunder the property. As long as everyone flees into the woods with the softness, can the enemy still chase you for a whole year?

"Flee! We have no chance."

The leader ordered to retreat, but the overwhelmed people saw that all the charging companions were following the leader to evacuate. Of course, they ran first.

The retreat turned into a rout, and the best moment the Rus had been waiting for had come.

Arik gave an order: "Brothers! Chase me, Odin is watching us, kill the enemy!"

The clansmen that Arik brought were to kill, just because everyone believed that it would accumulate more merits.

In the end, these Estonians are also masters of forest life. They are running lightly and wildly not something that the heavy infantry like Ross can catch up with. Not to mention that everyone has resisted the impact of hundreds of people and fought for a while. Wheat cake, there is not much physical strength now. They want to pursue a complete victory, but their physical strength simply does not allow it.

Seeing that the guy with blood all over his face and obviously the commander was running, thinking that a coward could actually command hundreds of people to fight? Why!

Arik grabbed a companion at random: "Brother, borrow your short spear."

The Ross warrior handed the boss his bloody spear without hesitation.

I saw Arik bowed his body and threw the world, this virtuous spear turned into a heavy javelin, and smashed through the back of the Estonian leader directly from behind!

The leader of an Estonian village complex died so uselessly, and his death made Arik's military might.

When the remaining Estonians saw the leader, they became the prey of the Varyags, like a shot bear, they simply threw their weapons, and fled into the forest at the fastest speed with bare hands. The core of their settlement ran wild to give early notice to the entire family to evacuate. Later, these thrown iron swords, spearheads and axes all became the spoils of the Rus.

Yes, the only thing that can give them safety now is the dense forest.

Some Rus warriors wanted to go deeper into the woods, but they were stopped by Arik.

He pulled out the blood-stained spear and spit on the lying enemy leader, "You are a coward, a coward who was killed by me from the back."

Rurik then walked across the battlefield full of enemy corpses, approached his cousin, and asked as if nothing had happened: "I thought you were going to continue the pursuit?"

"Pursue? I don't want to venture in the forest. And you, brother, I thought you'd be afraid."

"I'm not afraid. I thought the enemy was very brave. I didn't think it would be better than the Kewen people who were conquered by us. They at least died almost 200 people and escaped. Of course, they were almost all killed by our army."

Rurik's words were unintentional, but in fact Arik felt offended.

"Well, it seems that I'm still not as good as my uncle. I still need more war experience to become as brave and glorious as our leader."

Rurik didn't want to say more: "Let's look at the reality. We don't have time to fight them, and we don't have the strength to conquer them now. Brother, I know you want them to kneel before you."

Arik smiled: "They are in this area, and one day I will bring a large army to conquer them, just like conquering the Kewen people. You are treating those Kewen people kindly. It must be the leader who must have been very brave before opening the net. On the one hand. Oh, these guys are cowards, only worthy slaves."

"Stop talking, let's go, we have to continue to run east."

The younger brother was urging, Arik thought about it, and he felt that he really didn't have time to stay. All the things that should be grabbed are in hand. After a little statistics, the result of the whole battle is that five people from the Rus were injured in their arms and could not paddle, and the rest of the soldiers were completely healthy.

There were more than 80 enemies lying on the ground, and the mourning wounded were all repaired by the Rus. Such was the case in ancient wars. The wounded soldiers of the lone enemy were basically stabbed to death, regardless of the severity, and they were euphemistically called "don't let them continue to suffer".

At this moment, the sun has risen, and the fog in the forest has completely dissipated. The Ross people ate some prepared wheat biscuits, and threw the grabbed batch of wheat and the messy iron tools they had seized onto the boat. Of course, there are some wheat that cannot be taken away. On the principle that if you can't eat it yourself and can't let others eat it, the burlap sack containing the wheat was thrown onto the thatched roof of the Estonian wooden house.

This is a waste of money!

Rurik didn't stop his companion's "stupid" act of destroying the food because the ships really couldn't carry that much.

The three Ross longboats were pushed to the sea by the soothing river water. They had enough drinking water and a lot of food, and the subsequent journey was worry-free.

Rurik opened his eyes wide and looked at the village in the back where the fire was burning into the sky. He was in a mixed mood and didn't know what to say.

"Maybe I did something wrong. But if we lost that war, I would have been a slave to the Estonians too."

Rurik put his little head back, and soon the ship rounded a big turn, and the forest in the distance was thick with smoke and dust, and the Rus on board were talking and laughing.

In front is the Gulf of Finland, which is the Gulf of Tallinn in later generations.

The place where the smoke burns has been written down by the Rus, and conquering them is a matter of course.