Chapter 404： That call is the fire support of the Russian army

It is true that a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. This time, the Swea tribe alliance, with the new identity of the Kingdom of Sweden, in the same bay and the same battlefield, is to reproduce what the Danish Gotland people did. Only this time, the invaders became the invaders, and sooner or later they would have to pay them back. The Gotland port town of Börköping, built on the burning ruins of Old Ostara, is facing as many as four thousand. The assault of a mixed fleet of people.

In terms of scale alone, the strength of the Swedish coalition is comparable to that of the Danish coalition.

As the target of the attack, the colonists of Norrköping had a smaller population and weaker military strength. There are also some tough guys among them, but unfortunately they are not Gotlanders.

Some fishing boats began to flee for their lives. Behind them were huge sails and rushing boats. Even people with good eyesight can't help rubbing their eyes vigorously. They can't believe what they see in front of them, especially thinking that the ship with the huge spinnaker behind it can be a human thing.

It would be great if it was the Danish army, so maybe it was the Danish leader Hafgen who finally decided to use force against those guys in Lake Mälaren. However, the various characteristics of the visitors indicate that they are not Danes.

A handful of smart people have rushed to the beach, pushed the boat to the bay, took their women and children to the depths of Bulow Bay, and entered the inland lake area to hide. But there are many people who are purely watts of brains. They are really naive to think that only the Danes in this world can organize a huge army and can fill the entire bay with boat canvas. Regardless of how strange it is, they must be Danes.

However, Carl, who was rushing violently on the beach, faced the more than 30 people drying fishing nets on the shore, as well as the large and small wooden houses behind them, some just looked at the ants' contempt.

He drew out his iron sword and shouted, "Merlaren, come with me! Destroy these Gotlanders!"

After all, he was the first to jump down, regardless of the shock and confusion of the other party, and began to hack and kill indiscriminately. He has no humanity, only the animality of being a berserker. A large number of his men who jumped off the boat rushed to the under-prepared residents of Berköping with their battle axes high. Those who were stranded on the beach were knocked down one after another, and the remaining people fled in all directions.

All three long ships washed up on the beach, and a hundred Mellaren fighters launched the first round of attacks. Behind them, a larger fleet is on the way to the beach, which just needs some time.

Finally, some Gotland men who came back to their senses gathered spontaneously.

They have no time to wear leather armor and lock armor, but now they only wear light leather and cloth clothes, holding bucklers and axes, and at most wearing helmets. They ran out of their wooden houses one after another, leaving behind the shivering woman holding the child, and throwing themselves into the resistance, even if the resistance was in vain.

More than 30 lightly armed armed men in Gotland rushed to their port, facing the swarming enemies, and they lost their positions for a moment.

Carl opened his mouth wide, pointed at the other suddenly appeared, and screamed, "Brothers! Give me all!"

There is no need for more nonsense. Carl's soldiers always receive the favor of their masters on weekdays. Now they can be regarded as looking forward to the opportunity to be loyal. They rushed over with their battle axe and sword high. These people didn't even have the time to organize the shield wall. They rushed to attack, for fear that their trophies would be taken away by others.

The violent collision of nearly a hundred people can be resisted by more than 30 enemies? What's more, most of these people are wearing chain mail, and how strong they are.

The heavy wooden shields wrapped in cowhide and iron-skinned by the Mellaren Army smashed the Gotlandmen to the ground, and then finished the **** end with an axe and a stab.

It can be said that in the first wave of tidal flat battles in the true sense, Carl’s Mellaren Army can be called a reckless vanguard force to complete a very complete victory.

Now, only the desire for gold and silver in Carl's eyes. He firmly believes that there are many treasures hidden in the fishing village of Gotland, the so-called "Norköping" in front of him.

Yes, who can deny that a settlement named after a trading stronghold is poor.

On the other side of the battlefield, Olekin trembled with excitement as he watched his son's victory.

The remaining Mellaren people are also very interesting. They all understand that after the death of Origen, who was not young, Karl, who was fighting in front of him, was everyone's second king.

"Carl! Carl! Carl!"

The people on the long boat were still rowing desperately, and calling "Carl" in unison became everyone's new chant.

The shouts of the Mellaren army aroused the excitement of the troops on the shore.

Carl's face was stained with the enemy's blood. He wiped it with his elbow, and carrying a **** sword, he began to take his men into the village of Gotland and began his feast of plunder.

However, the spear that suddenly protruded from the wooden house stabbed many soldiers at once.

Before he could react, a group of Gotland people in ambush were suddenly killed, and there were even women among them.

When they rushed into the village, they encountered a real head-on attack. Suddenly, more than fifty sturdy warriors in full chain mail came out, wearing their iron helmets with only two small holes exposed, and they rushed over calmly.

These guys don't look like ordinary unprepared Gotlanders, and they are obviously coming from a lot of excellent wooden houses.

While the Mellaren Army soldiers were still fighting the ambushers and gradually gaining the upper hand, who could have expected the sudden killing of a group of literally iron berserkers?

More than a dozen of Karl's men were directly knocked down, and then either were killed by a spear, or their heads were smashed by an axe.

"Brothers, don't panic. Let's gather together!" Carl yelled.

He himself is not very panicked, but his men have never seen such a battle in his entire life!

"My lord, we are not prepared! They are full of iron!" a soldier roared in grief and anger.

"Idiot! Can't return! You are the strongest, you can't embarrass me."

Carl wanted to resist it, but his situation became more passive.

Just as the old guy on the ship advised Olegin, Carl’s lone army went deep or became a target. Unexpectedly, it became a truth.

It can be said that the information is inaccurate, and the Mälaren army thinks that there are immigrants from Gotland in Norrköping, and there are very few Danes.

But how is this possible? !

Carl still didn't know that what he encountered was really an elite group, even if this group of "iron guys" didn't have many troops.

The few here are of course for the entire Swedish coalition, but at the moment of local combat, the Danes and Gotland armed men are more than Karl.

Carl had to shrink his troops. He had already lost 30% of his troops. Although he had caused several casualties of the "iron guys", he suffered the most in the end.

More than sixty Merlaren fighters formed a circle, with staggered round shields as a protective barrier, and slowly retreated to the beach.

Carl's sword is still dripping blood, that is, his shield has been smashed into multiple holes by the enemy's axe. It was the second time in his life that he was as embarrassed as he is today. The last time he competed with Rose's Arik, this time he might not be saved.

When Carl landed, his men were armed with short weapons, and they were also capable of "Ma Run".

However, what they encountered was a real Viking heavy infantry. The long-handled battle axe that the Danes descended from the sky repeatedly shattered the skulls of the Mälaren army, and Carl's retreat was full of **** sorrow.

Just as everyone clearly saw the coast in extreme hardship, their morale suddenly collapsed when they saw a steady stream of approaching long ships.

Carl only had more than 30 living subordinates left, and they ran with Carl's legs in her arms.

The "iron guys" first pursued them aggressively, but when they saw the overwhelming ships, they were stunned on the spot for a while, and even subconsciously stepped back a few steps, after all, they had no intention of escape.

"What's going on?! Are they kicked out?" Standing on the bow of the ship, Olekin narrowed his eyes to see the embarrassment of his son.

The Ross people's fleet has been closely following the Mälaren people, Carl's embarrassed appearance, Rurik and Otto can see clearly. Even the group of armed men with a dull metallic color that emerged suddenly was seen by everyone.

Otto sensed something wrong with his warrior's keenness. He slapped Rurik on the back sharply, making his hand a little harder because of tension.

"Dad! What are you doing?"

"How about? Think of a way to fire a few javelins to support it? You see, the Mellaren people are all frightened by the enemy."

Liu Li Ke was very vigilant. Based on his intuitive judgment, the current position of the Aphrora was about two hundred meters away from the waterline of the beach. At this distance, the big ship should consider breaking down.

Rurik tried to calm down and thought about it: "Look, the Mälaren people are rushing to the beach with all their strength. There are ships chasing their fugitives over there. Dad, the agreement says that we should not intervene."

"Bah! It's all about this. We really stood by and tarnished the identity of the soldier. Boy, do you think you can hit the beach with your javelin?"

Otto's face became extremely hideous, and Rurik was taken aback. The wrinkled lines on this old face were simply shouting "I am eager to fight."

Nothing! These torsion slingshots have all been tested, firing crossbow javelins at the maximum elevation angle, or simply glass bullets, it is no problem to intervene in battles more than 200 meters away, but the spreading problem may be a little troublesome.

Rurik gritted his teeth, and immediately faced the envious Jeflo on the boat (in fact, everyone wants to go ashore to fight): "Install the javelin! The maximum angle!"

Soon, the Aphrora adjusted its side to the enemy, and the three torsion slingshots on one side were all set to the maximum angle of fire of 45° according to their designed adjustment mechanisms.

Yevlo roared in excitement: "My lord! Ready!"

For a moment, Rurik didn't know the thread was wrong, and he yelled "Argong." Of course, the words "firewood smokes" that Novgorod people understand, but the Rus people present couldn't understand it.

He saw Jeflo looking at him stupidly, and hurriedly yelled "hjuta" in Norse.

The three torsion slingshots responded to the order and ejected the javelin, only the buzzing sound remained in the world.

Leaning on the friendly forces about to wash the beach, Carl and his embarrassed men finally stabilized on the **** beach.

Unexpectedly, there was a squeaking sound in the air! People with great eyes can see three lines moving fast in the sky, and the strange sound comes from them!

That is a special javelin fired by the Ross people! They are actually large arrows, with a slender pine shaft bearing a hardened wrought iron cone spearhead. Its tail is made of two glued feathers, the feathers deliberately tilted slightly on the central axis, giving the javelin in flight crazy rotation, and the swish sound comes from the feathers beating the air continuously.

Although this weakened its flight distance a little, it actually guaranteed stability and wind resistance.

The so-called javelin weighs only one pound, and the Ross's torsion slingshot can throw this light weapon up to three hundred meters away. It is indeed light, that is, it has the blessing of gravitational potential energy, and its strength is enough to beat enemies wearing cowhide armor.

Three crossbow arrows abruptly penetrated into the sandy land of the beach, and they suddenly appeared with a strong cry, which shocked those "iron guys" who didn't know how.

Before long, as many as five javelins came flying over!

They came from other Ross ships, and Rurik's orders were passed to all ships through the shouts of the brothers. The only torsion slingshot on the ship immediately fired at the coast with a deterrent, or it was aimed at the approximate target.

This time the Ruth’s firepower intervention was successful, and a magical javelin unbiasedly focused on a bewildered guy. The tapered spearhead hit an "Iron Guy" chain mail at a very fast speed and at a large angle. The spearhead pierced directly into the flesh, and the powerful force smashed it directly, just like a big tree. Collapsed!

Carl's bloodshot eyes widened, and he saw the "large arrow" descended from the gods successfully killing the enemy.

At this point, no one in the "Iron Guy" was in a daze. They left behind their dead companions and led all the Gotland militants who had slowed down and began to retreat.

Is it true that the Russian firepower intervention was a great success?

Perhaps there are reasons for this. As a soldier, the greatest sorrow and fear may come from the inexplicable and meaningless deaths of oneself and his companions. An "iron guy" with an axe dripping blood died, and no matter how bravery he was, his life was reaped inexplicably.

On the other hand, the Ross people, although they don't know who shot the enemy with their arrows, some people with extremely sharp eyes and completely farsighted people are chanting this achievement. In an instant, all the Ross ships cheered.

Otto’s old eyes were a little dim, but the brothers were all cheering that the torsion slingshot shot and killed the enemy at a very long distance.

The unbelievable result was so shocked that he suddenly lifted Rurik and put it down again.

To be honest, Rurik also felt that the luck of his own troops was incredible.

Of course, luck is also a kind of strength.

"Dad, look!" Excited Rürik pointed at the battlefield: "They finally started to fully land."

Satisfied Otto was slightly settled: "Let your men stop."

"No more support?"

"Nonsense!" Otto said with a smile: "Your arrows will accidentally kill the Mellarians This is not good. The enemy looks very strong, so let the Mellarians fight. Let them die and we are here to watch the battle. Haha, if they complain that we stand by, I will say that we shot the enemy. They said that we violated our contract and participated in the war, and I said that we did not land."

Rurik thought for a while: "That's true. If they break the contract, they are not worthy of being king. Although I am a little worried about King Olegin's contract spirit.

"It doesn't matter whether it's worried or not." Otto patted his son on the shoulder: "I want to rest. Let the brothers rest! After a while they have finished the battle, we will put down the boat and go ashore to see, we will go and beg to belong to us After that, Otto withdrew to the "Captain's Lounge" in the bow of his ship.

Rurik is still on the bow deck. He wants to talk to his peers, but Carlotta, Fisk, Kanuf, and even Telavis from Corvin are all caught by what just happened. The increasingly chaotic battlefield on the shore was shocked and chilled.

Especially Carlotta, she was sitting on the deck with the railing on the side of the ship, her eyes widened as if she lost her soul. She thought of the destruction of Ostara again, only this time, what the Avengers gave to these former invaders who occupied the magpie's nest was obviously a more fierce blow...