Chapter 353： To conquer them for granted

It seems that the war situation is developing as Arik had hoped. The Ross people who were waiting in full battle were attacked by their opponents. This situation is what Arik dreamed of.

But the situation has changed quite astonishingly.

There was a whistling sound in the air. Soldier Ross saw that many guys were throwing javelins? !

Yes, there are indeed some sticks being thrown by shaggy enemies.

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

He had just issued the order, and the soldiers had just raised their shields above their heads, and the javelins smashed over.

The sharp spear head directly pierced many people's wooden shields, and only those shields that were deliberately reinforced with copper and leather barely resisted the offensive.

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

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

"There is such a thing?"

Arik had never been attacked by such weapons. Fortunately, he had seen a lot of battles, and when he encountered an unexpected blow, he quickly regained his consciousness.

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

The first thing the Rus encountered was the opponent’s long-range offensive. The distance between the two sides was actually within fifty meters. After bearing this javelin, the Rus saw their commander cut off the hateful javelin with capable means, and they raised themselves. The sword is all about learning.

Encountered a head-to-head attack from a javelin, the Ross was a little confused.

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

Arik roared all over, and then all the soldiers roared the same.

The Estonian leader gritted his teeth and hurriedly ordered his men to throw another javelin, which was the last round of javelin attacks they had.

They chose to get as close as possible and ran together, eager to give the javelin more momentum to obtain greater results.

They did this and really achieved some results.

The Ross fighters in the first row experienced the greatest pressure. Fortunately, everyone's arms were particularly strong, and relying on their own strength, and even the help of their partners in the second and third rows, they resisted the impulse of the javelin.

The inevitable injury still happened.

The next door of a Ross soldier was scratched by a javelin head. Fortunately, it lost a lot of kinetic energy after smashing through the oak shield, and then hit the soldier’s leather jacket and linen lining. It could no longer pierce the soldier’s skin and flesh, but that kind of internal injury was instantly caused. Congestion.

The arms of several soldiers could no longer lift their shields. For the sake of morale and to prevent their companions from seeing the depression, they gritted their teeth and at the same time retreated smoothly to the back row.

Arik noticed this, "Damn, I have to strengthen my arm and leg defenses in the future."

The Ross people suffered a loss if they did not equip the front-line "heavy infantry" with metal neck guards.

All tragedies of course originate from the enemy's **** javelin.

In the concept of Arik, the battle between the Rus and other tribes, even in the **** fierce battle, the two sides rarely throw spears at each other, not to mention this peculiar javelin.

He himself couldn't have any insights on this, and Rurik had realized something.

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

Yevlo let out a sigh of relief: "They actually threw the javelin, but fortunately they didn't hit us. Sir, are you okay."

"I'm fine. Keep on guard."

Through the gap in the shield that formed the tortoise shell, Rurik could clearly see the whole picture of the javelin.

A strong sense of familiarity directly made him feel that this world is too crazy.

"Pilum?!"

Rurik couldn't believe his eyes.

"My lord, what are you talking about?" Yevlo asked nervously.

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

Jeflo didn’t know Latin, and he didn’t know that the master said the Roman javelin. This did not prevent him from explaining: "In fact, even our Finns throw some javelins when we fight. We all use it. This kind of weapon, if it hits something hard, the javelin head will bend."

"I know! Why is it here?! Forget it, leave it alone."

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

Of course, the javelin did not cross, because it was made by the Estonian tribes who occupied the pyrite. It is entirely because their ancestors had fought with the Roman army and learned a little bit during the war. Once they were also poisoned by the Roman javelin, but now they regard it as the only magic weapon for hunting bears, and even a weapon for killing enemies in tribal wars.

The tribes in this area, or a combination of several villages, share the same iron ore, and elect the strongest family as the leader. Compared with other tribes, because they control iron ore, they can use iron weapons such as javelins in relative luxury.

They stocked up more bear hunting javelins. The leader heard that some Varangans were plotting misconduct and learned that their opponents were not strong enough, so they did not lead all the males to carry as many weapons as possible, and counterattack after a night.

In other words, the Estonian counterattack this time is a kind of encounter. They did not make adequate preparations, but they saw that their opponents were not strong enough, and they were still arched into a tortoise-shaped ball.

The leader has achieved a lot of results regardless of the two rounds of the javelin (actually it seems useless). After all, he has no javelin on his hand, so he can't throw the iron spear too?

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

The Estonian villagers finally waited for the decisive battle to defend their homeland and revolt against the Varyag bandits. They almost tore their throats, holding their weapons from multiple directions, charging blankly with their heads, vowing to break the opponent’s shield. The wall line, and then relying on the absolute advantage of the number of people, execute the most cruel and ruthless fight.

Seeing that they were charging, Arik was secretly cool.

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

"Hold your swords and assassinate their necks and stomachs."

"In the second row, your spear smashed their faces."

"In the third row, your axe smashed their heads."

Arik repeated the tactic briefly again. Suddenly he felt that something was missing, and then suddenly turned his head, through the gap of the warrior, shouted at the rear: "Rurik, stupid brother, what are you doing in a daze? Come over with your people and protect our backs!"

Originally, Rurik felt that the heroic Arik could withstand the enemy's attack. Now it seems that the enemy also has a normal IQ and intends to outflank it.

In other words, the opponent does not have clear tactics. They tend to instinctively find flaws and attack again, which naturally becomes a pincer offensive.

Arik could not help but say that Lurik would also take the mercenaries to be a guard. Because of all this, it's too much like the siege of eight hundred scientific men on the frozen Oulu River half a year ago.

Just as the Estonians completed their encirclement, Jeflo not only threw his master into the safe zone at the core of the Rus’ army of the shrinking line, but also completed the back line with all the mercenaries.

The Ruthian shield wall is connected into one piece, forming a ring.

The Estonians were eye-catching. They were obviously a mob of undisciplined people, but their performance fully explained what it means to be aggressive.

In spite of life and death, they showed that they were throwing their spears close, and then jumped up and climbed onto the shield that the Ross people had raised above their heads, trying to lift the shield with both hands.

Some saw that the spearhead couldn't inflict enough damage on the opponent's shield, and they simply slammed into it.

Of course, this act of death by the enemy is exactly what Arik dreams of.

The current formation of the Ross is extremely rigid, but it is also the most effective tactic for dealing with unorganized enemies in the current state. In short, the Ross people can win as long as they stabilize the current formation of the tortoise that is motionless. Because there is a bright white steel sword sticking out from the gap in this tortoise shell!

The bravest Estonian warriors, their blood splashed on the Rus through the shield of the Rus.

The gore of blood greatly irritated both sides, witnessing the death of their companions, the subsequent Estonians became even more crazy.

Where's the Ross Warrior? They participated in the battle under the dawn of the morning, that is, under Odin's gaze, and their blood seemed to be a tribute to the soldiers.

Swords and spears stab any enemy who tries to approach the shield wall frantically.

There are also some Estonian fighters, who were simply smashed into their heads or cut their faces by the axe that fell from the sky.

In the shield, the Roths with sweaty faces were calm, especially the first row of fighters. They squatted halfway, holding the shield that covered most of their torso, and stabbing blindly with their swords. The soldiers in the second row were also very busy, their spearheads were bleeding.

The "tortoise" of the Ross people is simply indestructible.

The Estonians tried to find a breakthrough. They attacked from various places, in exchange for the death of one companion after another.

The bravest young men killed more than fifty men in battle. The blood of those who died infiltrated the land outside the village, and a large number of corpses surrounded the enemy's shield wall, and the **** shield wall was unmoved.

Now that the spirit of the brave has been polished, the Estonian warriors were shaking with shock, and they began to retreat uncontrollably.

This situation also shocked their leader.

The war actually became like this. Of course, tribal wars would kill people. He had never seen a scene where his own people were killed on a large scale at the beginning of the battle.

"You are indeed Varanges, you bandits really deserve a reputation!" The leader can only sigh with emotion now.

The leader thought of retreat, but it was a hindrance to face, and he was afraid of losing the support of various villages because of the defeat and being driven down, and even his family members were persecuted as the vent of his companions.

Maybe if you work harder, you can still break the line of the Varangans?

The Estonian leader simply came to the front line. He continuously kicked and beat a number of frightened young people, and scolded: "Didn't you hunt the bear? Why are you afraid now? Give me the charge!"

Seeing that everyone was still hesitating, the leader was fierce, and he directly bit off his shaky front teeth (after all, he was old), and ignoring a mouthful of blood, he called his people with a grim expression: "Follow me and destroy them! Otherwise, all men will do it. Death, all women and children will be slaves. To protect your family, fight like a man!"

Only Jeflo heard the last cry of grief from such a character, which was indeed very exciting, but it was useless.

The Ross people are not simply waiting to die.

Is the enemy about to make the final blow?

Arik responded calmly: "Brothers! Push!"

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

The Ross soldiers let out a "rua" roar rhythmically, and took a step with a "rua" sound. The strong discipline simply scared off many Estonian fighters who had regrouped and charged with the leader.

The leader was dumbfounded, and he suddenly realized that there were two hundred people behind him, but only 30 people were accompanying him.

The other tribesmen are not watching the fire from the other side, they have been frightened stupidly, and they have gathered together at a loss.

Run away? Correct! Run away.

The Estonians do not have a warrior culture, and it seems that the clansmen do not cooperate, and the leader can't commit himself to death if he thinks about it. Anyway, the people in this village just ran away yesterday. Anyway, the Varangans came to plunder their property. As long as everyone flees into the woods with their softness, can the enemy chase everyone for a whole year?

"Flee! We have no chance."

The leader ordered a retreat, but the people who were at a loss saw that all the charging companions were following the leader to evacuate, and of course they ran first.

The retreat turned into a retreat, and the best time for the Ross people to wait has arrived.

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

The tribe that Arik took was to kill, just because everyone believed that it would accumulate more merits.

After all, these Estonians are also masters of forest life. They rushed lightly. It is really not something the heavy infantry like Rose can catch up. What's more, everyone resisted the impact of hundreds of people and fought for a while, and everyone has been gnawing a little bit yesterday. Oatmeal, there is not much energy now. They want to chase and complete a complete victory, but their physical strength is not allowed at all.

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

Arik grabbed a companion casually: "Brother, borrow your short spear to use it."

The Ross warrior handed the **** spear to the boss without hesitation.

I saw Arik slamming through the world with a bow, this spear of martial virtue turned into a heavy javelin, directly from behind, pierced the back of the leader of Estonia!

The leader of an Estonian village consortium died so badly. His death made Arik's martial power again.

When the remaining Estonians saw the leader, they became the prey of the Varangians, like a bear that was shot. They simply threw their weapons and fled into the forest with their bare hands at the fastest speed, and after entering the forest, they acted in spirit. The core of their settlement rushed to inform their families to evacuate as soon as possible. Later, these thrown away iron swords, spearheads and axes all became the trophies of the Rus.

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

Some Ross fighters wanted to go deep into the woods, but they were stopped by Arik.

He drew out the blood-stained spear, and broke a bite of sputum on the enemy leader who was lying on his stomach, "You are a coward, the coward I killed from the back."

Rurik walked through the battlefield full of enemy corpses, approached his cousin, and asked as if there was nothing wrong with him, "I thought you would continue to pursue it?"

"Chasing? I don't want to take risks in the forest. And you, brother, I thought you would be scared."

"I'm not afraid. I thought the enemy was very brave. I didn't think that the Corvins who were not as good as our conquered. They died and escaped. Of course, they were almost all killed by our army."

Rurik said it unintentionally, but Arik felt offended.

"Oh, it seems that I am still inferior to my uncle. I still need more experience in war to become as brave and glorious as our leader."

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

Arik smiled: "They are in this area. One day I will bring an army to conquer them, just like conquering the Kewen people. You are treating those Kewen people kindly. You must be the leader so that they have been very brave before opening the net On the one hand. Oh, these guys are cowards, only worthy of being lowly slaves."

"Stop talking, let's go, we will continue to run towards the east."

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

There were more than eighty enemies lying on the ground, and the wailing wounded were all compensated by the Ross. This was the case in ancient wars. The wounded soldiers who were alone were stabbed to death regardless of their severity, and they were dubbed "Don't let them continue to suffer."

At this moment, the sun had risen, and the fog in the forest had completely dissipated. The Ross people ate some prepared wheat cakes, and threw the looted batch of wheat and the seized mess of iron objects onto the boat. Of course, there are still some wheat that can't be taken away. Based on the principle that you can't eat it, you can't let others eat itThe linen bag containing the wheat is thrown onto the thatched roof of the Estonian wooden house.

This is the violent thing!

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

The three Ross long boats were pushed to the sea by the soothing river water. They stored enough drinking water and a large amount of food, and the subsequent journey was worry-free.

Rurik opened his eyes and looked at the village behind which was soaring to the sky. He was in a mixed mood and didn't know what to say.

"Maybe I did something wrong. But if we fail in that battle, I will be a slave to the Estonians too."

Rurik turned his little head back, and soon the ship rounded a big turn, only to see thick smoke and dust from the forest in the distance, and the Ross people on the ship 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 recorded by the Rus, and it is only natural to conquer them.