Chapter 260： Kewen War Story 1: The Ross people have entered the village

At last war was about to come, and Jevlo was a little nervous.

Although about ten days ago, his Ross army easily defeated a group of pediatric literati. After all, it was a surprise attack, and his master, Lurik, used tactics to make the Ross army take the lead in all aspects.

He knew that a strong man's preemptive strike would often be the first to beat his opponent out of nowhere.

It was the current situation that Yevlo was a little worried.

Don't put his iron sword and axe on the belt around his waist, and ten heavy crossbow arrows are inserted into the linen pocket on the belt.

With a crossbow in his hand, Jeflo led the scouts cautiously into the village of the so-called Corvin.

"Brothers are all careful, watch out for the enemy that suddenly rushes out."

"Don't trust your crossbow too much. When the situation is critical, draw your sword and fight!"

"Remember, don't show mercy! Except for the daughters and children who gave up resistance, the rest are all enemies."

As Jeflo walked, his opponent repeated some of the requirements that Rurik had confessed.

Most of the mercenaries are not as cautious as Jeflo, or that this meat reconnaissance is completely the first raid they have participated in.

These mercenaries, they are almost all landless farmers in Mellaren, it seems that their fate is to force them to live by selling their physical strength. It was a pity that these young people were not selected by the leader of Mellaren as the guards.

Moreover, in the past few years, the Melaren tribe has rarely seen large-scale foreign military use cases, making young people of the huge tribe lack the opportunity to seek benefits through war.

Serving as mercenaries for local tyrants has become an important means for young people to earn a living.

Today, these twenty Melalen people represent the participation of the Ross people in the battle.

They have begun to dream about killing into the village of Kewen, everyone can grab a large amount of high-quality furs that need to be shipped in linen bags.

The north wind swept across the frozen river, and the village on the beach fell into a strange silence.

There are more than a dozen sneaky figures hiding in the village's low fences, haystacks, or simply behind houses.

They wore deerskins, held bows and arrows, and showed their eyes in the gaps, quietly observing the approaching enemies.

"Those guys are here, are they really Varanga?"

"Are you stupid? Reki Alas, wait a while to listen to my orders. We shoot at least one Varangian." A senior hunter gave his buddy air, but the hunter was not in his heart.

"Are you so sure? Amovaro, look at their dress and their weapons. Believe me, maybe our arrows..."

"How can you know the effect if you don't try it. Are their armor thicker than the skin of a wild boar? Are they scarier than a bear?"

"Okay." The hunter Leki Alas looked at his bone arrow and couldn't help sighing deeply. No matter, he drew an iron-headed arrow from his quiver. "I hope this expensive sword can kill an enemy."

The residents of the village have all withdrawn to the mountain fort, and most of the necessary materials for life have also been transferred. The remaining things are really dispensable.

More than a dozen hunters were named and stayed because these people had experience in killing bears and wild boars. The leader Kehas felt that these people could shoot and kill several Varangians and force them to evacuate.

"They are getting closer, listen to my orders and then release arrows." Hunter Amovaro ordered.

The difference from the strong tension of the Corvin Hunter is that as the Ross scouts are about to set foot on the shore, they can enter the village in just a few dozen steps. They see the unusually quiet village, and the tension in their hearts dissipates a lot. The team has also become a little loose.

Jevlo was the first to set foot on the snow-covered river bank, and for a moment, he felt that the situation was indeed very delicate.

"It's too quiet. Brothers, be careful."

His instructions did not attract the attention of many people.

All the mercenaries landed ashore, as if they had discovered Jinshan Yinhai, and started to go straight to the nearest houses, wanting to be the first to break in and take away the good things.

Followed by the swords and shields of the Ross tribe. How can good things be snatched by Merlaren mercenaries, and they have also joined the wave of fighting for loot.

Looking at this scene, Jeflo felt a little helpless. As a Finn, he really understands that the mercenaries may not be able to find any treasures.

Suddenly, there was a swish in the air.

Then someone screamed.

Evlo, who was slightly relaxed, saw that some mercenaries were clutching their thighs and howling.

He squatted down subconsciously, holding the crossbow nervously, and pointed his sight in any suspicious direction.

A flowing arrow struck suddenly and flew onto the ice against Jeflo's face. He even felt the soft arrow feathers slapping his cheeks.

For a moment, he saw a suspicious person wearing a fur cap and realized that it was the enemy over there.

"Attention! There is an ambush! Everyone is back!"

It is true that only if someone is injured can the people entering the village be in danger here.

Because the enemy was hiding in the dark, the mercenaries dropped their injured companions, retreated to the river beach, and then shot at suspicious places with their crossbows.

Evlo, who was so angry at this time, yelled: "You idiots, do you think your arrows are cheap? You are not allowed to shoot without seeing the eyes of the enemy!"

On the other hand, the hidden Corvin hunter was happy that he shot a Varang.

The hunter Rekiaras mumbled disdainfully: "It seems that the bone arrow is clumsy, and the iron arrow is the most effective. The Varangans are not as scary as the legend."

"Is the iron arrow is very expensive, you save a little use." Hunter Amovaro again asked everyone to be cautious.

On the one hand, these Cowen hunters wanted to give the enemies that appeared, on the other hand, to restrain them. The leader Kejas never expected the Varangans to leave meekly. Large-scale battles are basically inevitable. Therefore, the Corvin "Lord of Salmon" tribe needs more preparation time to make the castle truly militarized. Mountain fort.

The mercenary who fell to the ground was still wailing, he was bleeding desperately because of the arrow in the aorta of his leg.

Seeing that the Varangans retreated, a Corvin hunter finally escaped from the hiding place uncontrollably. The hunters with shorter heads rushed out with their short spears, and directly pierced the screaming mercenary with obsidian spearheads in the throat.

The mercenary wailed twice, and the raised arm suddenly lowered.

The hunter was still not satisfied after completing the assassination. He drew out his **** spear and yelled at the Varang who was shrinking not far away.

"What is that idiot talking about? Boss, Statra is dead!" A mercenary gritted his teeth.

Yevlo was furious, and the deceased was a mercenary trained by himself anyway, so he died. What's more, the enemy's words are actually understood.

The so-called "Varyag people, you are looking for death when you arrive in our territory"!

"Brothers, shoot at the enemy!"

At first, everyone was waiting for Evlo's order.

More than a dozen crossbow arrows hit the target with extremely fierce force. The Corvin hunter who was still complacent about assassinating a Varyag was pierced by multiple crossbow arrows and died on the spot.

"Ah! What's going on? What kind of weapon is that?! Is it a kind of arrow?" Hunter Amovaro was taken aback.

"Isobra is dead, what shall we do?" a hunter asked loudly.

"Damn, fight with them! Brothers, use iron arrows!" Hunter Amovaro took the lead to stand out from the hiding place, and the rest of the hunters showed up.

The Corvin hunter began to shoot arrows at the Ruth scouts. This action completely exceeded Jevlo's expectations, forcing the Ruths to take precautions.

The swordsmen and shields with shields became a cover force, and those crossbowmen quickly stepped on the strings, mounted the crossbow arrows and immediately aimed and fired.

At this moment, arrows hit the Ruth's wooden shield from time to time. Looking at the slightly pierced wooden shield, the sword and shield player couldn't help laughing. Compared to the powerful crossbows of his tribe that can penetrate the ship's board, the enemy's arrows are really too weak.

The hunter Leki Aras is still questioning how the Varangians are good at archery. He hopes his companion can give an explanation. A crossbow arrow came without warning, it actually pierced the hunter Amovaro's head!

In the shock of Reki Alas, the companion opened his eyes wide, and fell to the ground with a rumbling stiff like a felled pine tree.

An experienced hunter, Amovaro, who had practiced archery since he was a child, and planned to shoot at least ten hundred bears in his life, died like this.

Five brothers also suffered bad luck, and they all died directly by strange arrows.

Reki Arras got down and tried to rescue his companion, but everything was in vain. In grief and indignation, he realized that the situation was very complicated, and after struggling to draw out the unique stubby arrow that would harvest the lives of his companions, he called on the other living brothers.

"Brothers, let's retreat, or everyone will die!"

In the end, only five Corvin hunters managed to escape, and they left seven bodies in the village.

A somewhat unexpected battle ended.

One mercenary was killed in the Rus, and seven were killed in the Corvin.

But in a sense, the Ross people didn't lose anything. Mercenaries, aren't they just a kind of "tool man" who spends money to buy?

The scouts occupied the entire Corvin village at the cost of one death.

The dead are mercenaries after all, at least the mercenaries are also dying in battle.

Everyone regretted the deceased a little, and wished his soul could enter the Hall of Valor, because the deceased was a mercenary of Rurik.

After all, everyone was from the village. They searched enthusiastically and found that the most valuable things in each house were empty clay pots and a pile of thatch.

A large number of clay pots were smashed just because everyone believed that there was something hidden inside.

As a result, the clay pots are empty, semi-cryptic houses, and they are not deserted.

The empty-handed warriors began to check the enemies they shot, looking for the crossbow arrows they had shot, and by the way, they collected the enemy's bows and used them as their trophies.

after a while……

It seems that the encounter ahead is over, and the scouts have taken control of the entire village.

Otto could detect that the troops he had dispatched were fighting with the enemy, and he ordered the rest of his men to squat down to stay on guard.

Now that the enemy was destroyed, Otto took Rurik and all the people onto the enemy’s village.

Rurik maintained a high degree of vigilance. He was a little afraid of the low village houses of the Corvin, for fear that an enemy would suddenly appear and point the finger at him.

Jeflo quickly stood in front of his father and himself.

Otto arrogantly asked: "You have fought a battle, have the enemy been defeated? How many enemies did you kill?"

"Seven."

"so little?"

"It's seven people. Chief, please look over." Yevlo gave a wink, and seven corpses were dragged out, leaving Yin Hong's terrible blood stains on the snow. To be honest, when he saw this scene, Rurik was a little touched.

"Do you have any losses?" Rurik asked before his father.

"Master, we have died."

"Who is dead?!" Rurik asked in a panic.

"Statra is dead."

"Huh? He..."

Rurik remembered the names of all the mercenaries. It was not that he paid special attention to the mercenaries, but only because he had a small number of mercenaries.

Otto saw that his son's mood was a little depressed, so he soothed: "At least it's not our people who died. Why are you worried?"

"But, after all, it's a mercenary I hired."

"The mercenary was killed for us, but he was a mercenary, not a Ross man. That's the fate of that man. Next, we should launch a larger attack!"

Having said that, Otto squatted down and grabbed Rick’s cheek with a big hand, forcing his eyes to look at the hill not far away: "Child, do you understand the situation?"

Rurik squinted his eyes just to see the distant scenery clearly in the dazzling sunlight reflected by the snow.

I saw a hill not far away, and a wall appeared impressively.

"Dad?! What is that!"

"That's the mountain fort." Yevlo replied: "The people in this village must have withdrawn to the mountain fort."

When Otto heard this, he couldn't help but feel excited; "Oh? Jeflo, don't you know something about the mountain castle?"

"Yes! Big boss, my hometown, the village will also build a mountain fort surrounded by stone walls, it is to defend the enemy. Unexpectedly, the Kewen people are doing this too."

Jeflo's words led to Rurik's association. Since the Finns build a mountain fort, the Corvins who are also born out of the Finnish community will also build a mountain fort.

"Dad." Rurik asked. "Are we going to attack the fortress soon?"

"Otherwise? They don't want to kneel down and be slaves. We can only use force to make them succumb. Also, your people are dead, you don't want revenge?

"I think!" Rurik said angrily.

"That's right. My child, hatred is a weapon. I think your mercenaries are eager to attack and revenge immediately."

"Then fight." Rurik got into his fist. By now, he consciously had sufficient reason to fight.

Otto looked at his son with relief, and then through the condition of the enemy's corpse, he understood that the crossbow was indeed powerful.

For example, an enemy who has been smashed into a terrible hole in his face. I am afraid that only a crossbow can do this.

Since there was a war, Otto asked Woima Kashandra who led the way to be pulled over.

He made him kneel and asked, "This is your village? Where are your people?"

Regarding the current situation, Woima Kashad tried to suppress his inner joy. He deliberately put on a look of horror, deliberately trembled with his right hand, and pointed to the mound not far away: "That's it! The mountain fort. All our people must have been withdrawn to the mountain fort. They must have sent someone to provoke you. I hope to fight you decisively in the mountain fort."

"Really?" Otto's deep eyes looked at the stone wall of the fort, and his beard was swayed by the cold wind.

Otto clenched the hilt tightly and asked again: "Tell me, what's in the fort?"

"All... all the treasures. There are women who can be slaves, and many, many more."

"Is there food?" Otto asked a very crucial question.

"Yes! A lot of jerky, that's the key to our winter."

Otto nodded: "It just so happens that my people are very short of food. You! If you don't lead us here in time, I will really kill you."

"Oh, thank you sir for not killing."

Otto shook his head: "No, no, the work is not over yet. Now I'm going to attack the mountain fort. I want you to tell them that we are here in Rus."

After Jeflo's translation, Woima Kashard suddenly shivered in a panic, and lied: "I can't go! To them, I'm... a traitor. They will kill me and reject everything."

"Really? Indeed, the traitor should die!" Otto spit in the snow, and then said: "You are just a dog of mine now. Well, you stay here. After the victory, I will still need you. ."

Woimakashad immediately kowtowed his head, because it seemed that the Rus' army was going to hit the power to attack the mountain fort, and a **** battle was about to be staged.

So I finally got a chance to escape.

Woimakashad's actions deceived everyone, and even Rurik felt that this person was a real coward, a purely greedy person and fear of death.

Now, all the deer-keepers including Woima Kashad who led the way, and even Lumia, are required to stay in the village of the Kovin people. Otto appointed twenty relatively weak warriors to defend the controlled village, and promised to get some of their belongings after winning.

The remaining nearly three hundred warriors were all gathered in one place by Otto.

Standing on a haystack, Otto drew out his sword, looking at expectant eyes, the sword's edge pointed directly at the obvious stone wall on the hill to the east of the village. He roared loudly: "Brothers! I'm going to fight the Corvin. There is food! Animal skins! Women! Gold! Everything you need! They dare to attack our scouts, and soon I will make them kneel Come down and pray for forgiveness. Fight!"

The anger of the Ross people was ignited, and Otto's pre-war mobilization had a very good effect.

Rurik knew that the current team must rush up in one go, and it would be best to smash the enemy's castle in one go.

Immersed in the excitement of the whole, Rurik also drew his short sword, joined a large group of shield-beating clansmen, and issued his own Viking roar.

"Ross! Go ahead!" Otto Jianfeng pointed straight, and the three hundred soldiers began to go straight to the mountain fort.