Chapter 412： Voskars' Renegade

The wooden wall of Fort Voskars was broken, and after the city was broken, it should be a carnival for the victors.

Those soldiers who stepped on the enemy's corpse into the gap, they naively thought that the enemy would become a lamb to stay after the city was broken, and the enemy should be obediently slaughtered.

Unexpectedly, what greeted them was the panicked warrior's trapped beast in the fortress.

There are not many Danish mercenaries in armor, but there are still many Volskas who are armed. They have a simple idea left in their minds—continue to resist.

The lightly armed soldiers on the offensive side who rushed in were smashed by the spearhead of the fortress defenders.

"Stop it all! Don't be impulsive!" Yelmalen leader Wenderson tried to give orders, but his roar was not very useful in the chaos.

Only when more soldiers were stabbed to death by the assembled defenders, they did not continue the attack.

Although the fortress was breached, the battle within the wooden wall was even more confusing.

After Carl and his "black warrior" deliberately rushed in, completely overwhelmed the enemy and then began to kill, now he has no chance.

Look at the faces of these enemies!

Men and women, armored, commoner. Most of them are holding simple spears, and even some women just hold a wooden stick high.

They gathered in a circle, all kinds of weapons aimed at the outside, under the dim light were the faces of this group of people full of tears in grief and anger, and some corpses lying under their feet.

As more and more people entered the fort, why didn't the Swedish coalition, with absolute strength, take the initiative to attack?

Karl hesitated for a while and finally calmed down. He felt that his soldiers had adjusted their mentality, so he held up his sword and cursed, "Brothers, charge me!"

However, even the elite Mellaren's "black warriors" did not dare to act rashly.

Why?

They were never steel and iron bones. Even if they were wearing chain mail, facing the enemy's "hedgehog formation", rushing into the formation was just looking for death. Even if they formed a shield wall to advance, it was dangerous.

"What are you doing in a daze? Kill them all!"

"Are you all cowards? Or is it because there are women in them?"

"Hurry up and destroy the enemy and end all this..."

Carl yelled continuously, and even pushed himself personally, and he couldn't clamor for another offensive.

Other tribes saw that the most powerful Melalen people did not attack, and their weapons and equipment were actually poor, so they no longer took the initiative to wade through the muddy waters, even if everyone knew that the buildings behind the enemy inevitably contained huge wealth.

The Ross people were late to arrive because of helplessness, and Otto and Reurik, with a group of mercenaries, managed to squeeze into the battlefield in the fort from the side of the friendly army. Although the strange confrontation scene was strange, the friendly army did not attack, and the Ross people had no choice but to be a spectator for the time being.

Fortunately, the Ross people just kept squeezing forward.

Otto twisted his body in the crowd to make a way, while yelling: "Make way for me, we Ross people will continue to attack."

No, I'm afraid that I will become a friendly soldier who will become a target, and I hurriedly dodge subconsciously.

Like Rurik, who was still short in stature, he finally stood on the front line of the war.

He didn't have the slightest fear, or that there was no concept called "fear" in his mind.

The continuous fighting made his heart hard as a stone, and he mechanically commanded: "Brothers! Lined up! Three rows!"

This time, Carlotta, Fisk, and Kanuf, three little warriors who don't know how dangerous they are, they knelt on one knee holding a wooden crossbow, and their arrows pointed at the grieving enemy.

Carlotta is also like the same machine, her gold threads are flowing with the wind, her sweaty plump cheeks are pressed against the wooden support, and the front sight is aimed at the enemy of the hedgehog. mercy? Worried? tension? Everything became meaningless, and she seemed to be a warrior of Mord feeling waiting for Rurik's order.

Not only her, as long as Rurik ordered, more than a dozen arrows in the first row flew immediately.

So from the perspective of the Voskars, those who once pulled down from the wooden wall nervously, they already knew very well the enemies who were kneeling in front of them and the deadly weapons they were holding. It must be some kind of bow, but it is more lethal than a normal bow.

In fact, many offensive fighters hope that the Rus will immediately release arrows to break the confrontation, and it is best to keep shooting and sweeping everything.

After all, Rurik didn't do this, only because it noticed the arrogant Karl.

"Boy, this battle is very important to you! If I continue to take your credit, will you be jealous of revenge?" Rurik decided to wait and see for the time being.

The Ross fighters have not received the shooting command for a long time. When many people saw their young leader, their eyes were obviously looking at Karl who was dancing and holding his sword.

The farce of the confrontation finally took a turn for the better at this critical moment with the appearance of a big man.

That was Olekin, the first king of the Kingdom of Sweden in this time and space.

He walked out of the crowd with his sword, without any guards, standing directly between the two armies.

Even the Swedish coalition forces did not know the clear identity of their enemies until the war. In the same way, the residents of Voskars Harbor did not know who the attacking party was. The two sides fought in confusion but bloody.

The advantage is obviously in Sweden, Olekin raised his arms, the entire battlefield was quiet for him, and the only environment was the crackle of burning houses.

"You ordinary Danes! I am the King of Svealand! You crusade and kill my people, now I will crusade you!"

As soon as these words came out, the Voskars were in an uproar in despair! They talked immediately, the buzzing like wild bees dancing.

Olekin's sword pointed at them again: "You Danes of Kalmar! Today I will kill you all!"

Kalmar? Who is Kalmar? This is not Kalmar at all!

At least they heard the determination of this group of Svealans from the north to "kill to death". The desperate women holding wooden sticks threw the sticks to the ground, while some men shouted, "Then Come to fight! Even if the last Voskars are left, fight to the end!"

However, the Hedgehog has individual Danish mercenaries, and they are aware of the subtleties of the situation.

If this guy with a golden crown and reminiscent of the Danish leader "Hafgen the Lion" is the King of Svealan, and this person wants to be killed, why bother staying here for a long time?

As mercenaries, everyone is not a slave to a certain family, and the relationship between everyone and the owner is essentially a commercial transaction. The metal pays for it, and the brothers are working hard for it. If the situation is in crisis, everyone will have a big deal and run away. As for whether it is brave or not, the mercenaries even want to save their lives.

An armored Danish mercenary squeezed out of the hedgehog array, and in full view, he took off his helmet, revealing his golden hair and beard. He threw his battle axe and shield again, and even took off the leather belt with his dagger.

He opened his arms to show that he was not threatening, and approached Olegin with a high degree of caution.

Standing Carl always felt that the situation was not right, but in his heart he really hoped that these reckless enemies could be assassinated while his father was unprepared, so that he could assassinate the battlefield.

A seemingly innocent person approached the king, and the leaders of the tribes all stood still, watching all this nervously.

Otto did a little bit of preparation. He ordered Rurik and the three rows of mercenaries with bows and crossbows in line, all the arrows were always aimed at the enemy.

Everyone quickly saw such a scene, a man in chain mail kneeling on one knee about five steps away from Oleg, and saluting the old man wearing a golden crown.

Then the man said in Gnostic: "King of Svealan, this is not Kalmar, this is Voskars."

"Huh?" Olekin stunned, taking a step back subconsciously.

In fact, as the battle became anxious, Olekin increasingly felt that this place might be Kalmar. What he learned was that Kalmar also had a wooden fort, and the locals were rich and tough.

Isn't this really Kalmar, but a strange place called "Voskas Port"?

Olegin was very satisfied with the warrior's humility, and then looked at these guys who insisted on resisting until the end. In an instant, he had a plan to incorporate it, provided that of course they were willing to make a hint of resignation just like this man.

Origen simply took the sword into its sheath, and continued: "Warrior, tell me your name."

"I'm Francis, I'm... a Danish."

"You! Danes?!" Olekin's slightly steady heart became tense again, and his slack right hand held the hilt again.

However, this honest mercenary Francis still half-kneeled on the ground. He himself knew that he was on the verge of dying frantically, but it was worth the risk of his life.

"My brother and I are both from Denmark. We are mercenaries. We only serve noble people. King Sve Aran, we are willing to be your mercenaries and fight for you. I'm kneeling here, you can Kill me immediately, but you will lose a reliable warrior."

A witty guy who can speak beautiful words, with some words, directly hit Olekin's tickling flesh. "Both you and your brother are willing to surrender to me?"

Mercenary Francis’ silent appearance was filled with inner ecstasy. He randomly sent a signal from the guys. Nearly fifty Danish mercenaries who were still alive immediately threw their axes and shields, and only their chain mail knelt down in Austria. Lie Jin's feet.

Olekin has lived for more than fifty years, and he has never seen such a sight in his life. The enemy's elite fighters actually admired their dignity and put down their weapons to show their submission.

Although these guys are all from Denmark, it seems that they don't want to be Danes anymore.

Olekin continued to ask in detail, and fully understood the difference between Volskas and Kalmar.

It turns out that there are many settlements in this narrow sea area, Kalmar is the largest one, and the rest are large-scale strongholds such as Borgholm. Hearing these unheard information, for a moment, he also had to think about his own military strength.

At this moment, Olekin realized for the first time that his 3,500 Swedish fighters were not as strong and indestructible as he had imagined.

"Okay! Francis, and you Danes. From now on, you are the Mälaren and my mercenaries. Your chain mail will soon be painted with ink, and you are my soldiers!"

"Oh, then I am now... your fighter." After all, Francis didn't know anything about the Mellaren tribe.

As a mercenary, you always give your life to the gold master. Now if you have money to get the master, why not do it? Besides, it seems that the new master is powerful, and he can directly give his life to the new master, at least more promising than selling his life to the wealthy businessman.

With such a move to incorporate the apostasy, Rurik felt familiar all the way around.

"Well, Oleg, you guys know how to win people's hearts? I thought you were a greedy person."

Rurik still felt that the so-called collection was definitely not a true loyal person. If the kneeling person expressed surrender, it was not an expedient plan for soldiers to come to the city?

There is also Karl who has the same concerns. As the crown prince of the Kingdom of Sweden, he rushed to his father: "Should we include them? In my opinion, they don't want to be killed. They are only worthy of being lowly slaves."

"Bah! They obviously admire my military might." Olekin stared at his son viciously.

Carl pursed his lips and angrily said, "Father, wake up! Are you going to include those people? If you knew this, why didn't you persuade them to surrender earlier?"

"It's not too late now."

The Voskars were in chaos, and now the most elite Danish mercenaries joined the offensive side and turned into an enemy. The former master of their Danish businessman was so angry that the morale of the Voskars collapsed.

Almost all of them are waiting for the fate of being killed, until Olekin "generously" put forward the condition of exemption from death.

The so-called throw down the weapon immediately, immediately surrender all the wealth in the fortress, all men immediately swear to fight for the Swedish army, in order to avoid death. In fact, this is not only to avoid death, as long as the person expresses surrender, he and his family do not need to be slaves.

Their morale collapsed completely, and the harming party took out the "olive branch", and they did not hesitate to grab it.

In an instant, the Voskars threw their weapons and knelt on the ground one by one. Some men were recommended to climb in front of Olegin, and swore that the entire residents of Voskars Harbor would never recognize the Danish leader from now on. It is the master, who will honor the King of Sweden as the new master, will pay tribute every year, and will fight for it.

Obviously, the battle must be completely over because of their surrender, which Olegin did not expect.

He once felt that the only way to deal with the guys in the southern part of the Old Ostala tribe was iron and blood. He never thought of making peace and incorporating them. Now, he feels that future battles can first try to persuade surrender.

In the final analysis, the Voskars were also Gotland immigrants. Olekin was eager to recruit a group of fighters to make up for his fighting losses. He indulged in the scene of the enemy's return to worship, and forgot the collective betrayal of the Gotland residents. . As the saying goes, "The greatest lesson learned by mankind in history is that you can’t remember the lesson." Olekin doesn’t care about this. He wants thousands of people to worship and expand the battle. Even if the situation becomes complicated, he has to take down Karl. The horse completes the combat goal, otherwise it is the sorrow of life.

Fortunately, Carl has a clearer mind on this issue.

It cannot be said that Carl is smart, but that he does not believe that the Danish mercenaries who are still fighting in the evening will turn apostasy and become loyal when the moon rises. There are also those fishermen in the rags and mediocre fighting capacity of Voskars Harbor. Karl is not happy to admit that these guys have the same strength as his Mellaren.

Since it's the father's decision, Carl is really not good at rejecting it, but they, apostasy, need a certificate of approval.

The battle before and after the attack on the Port of Voskars lasted for four hours. The overall time was not long, but the intensity of the war was the first time that the Ross people saw it.

Facing the devastated homeland, the surrendered Voskars began to carry the dead body, pile it on a fishing boat, pile up wood, and burn it into the sea. They no longer have the right to return to their homes, so they had to obey the orders of the victor, take their wives and children, and huddled together in the long house where the Danish merchants stored their goods.

As for the women whose husbands died, they suddenly became the playthings of the victors because they did not receive any protection.

Olekin's men also counted out more than 20 pure war orphans. They had men and women, and it seemed that being a slave was also a burden at the moment. At least the Mellaren army didn't need them, and in the end, the Ross people took over.

As for the goods in the longhouse, the hoarded wheat, jerky, leather and linen, they instantly became the trophies of the victors.

Their own undestroyed house became the victor's residence, and the hungry Swedish army received the supply they dreamed of, which was enough for everyone to fight for more than ten days.

Where do ordinary residents have such surplus food? The wealth of the five Danish merchants was completely looted, and the merchant's family was tied up. How could a dignified man kneeling in the empty field inside the fort? Thousands of Swedish coalition soldiers were watching the next execution.

Including Rurik, who brought his mercenaries to gather the arrows and slingshot projectiles, and Otto, who commanded his soldiers to carry wheat (the army rations allocated to the Russians) from the merchant’s warehouse, all saw the so-called The scene of "The name of the Danish mercenary".

At this moment, Olekin had set his next combat goal, which was to attack Borgholm on the narrow island (Eland) not far away. With the guidance of the renegade Danish mercenaries in the new battle, the army will never make detours, and can be prepared before the new siege.

How to prove that the apostasy of Danish mercenaries and Voskars is credible? They need sacrifices to prove themselves.

What is the use of keeping a fat Danish businessman? Without their property, these people are just a bunch of useless waste.

"Go to prove your loyalty!" Olekin left the large forest axe that was generally used for logging on the ground, and the mercenary Francis picked it up.

The man walked towards his former master intently, and his whole body was overwhelming.

The businessman who knew his family would be destroyed yelled: "Damn traitor! I gave you money, but you betrayed...you can't die..."

Francis raised an axe in his hand and fell, and the merchant's hideous head rolled down randomly. Immediately afterwards, the descendants of the merchant's wives and concubines were also beheaded by Danish mercenaries.

Did the gold master feel guilty before beheading? Not at all. Francis and his guys can be described as a group of desperadoes. They only need money, as long as they are happy, and their partners have died in large numbers. They can only say that those people deserve this. Life is short, they just want to live happily day by day.

The fishermen who had defected from Voskars also had to prove themselves. They closed their eyes with short spears. Because they really couldn't do it. To survive for themselves and their families, they just did it, and then they screamed and screamed mentally.

"It's really insidious," Rurik commented with goose bumps all over his body. He did feel a faint coldness, and he was also surprised by this scene.

Otto shook his head and deliberately said: "As a mercenary who is not loyal to him, this is not a mercenary, but a group of desperadoes, and doesn't deserve the title of warrior at all."

Rurik suddenly realized that Dad was talking like this, because there were also a large number of mercenaries in the current Rus army, and Dad was using words to beat Jeflo and other mercenary fighters.

"But Olekin and Carl are not really noble." Rurik said in a hurry and deliberately: "I am protected by God. People who died in battle for me or who were loyal for my life will directly enter Valhalla, and traitors will fall. Into the endless world of darkness."

As soon as the Duke of Rose and his son sang a peace, the mercenaries present were actually happy that they had followed the right master.

Otto asked Evlo casually: "Has the projectiles been gathered up yet?"

"Duke, most of it is over. We shot 120 rounds ~ www.novelhall.com ~ now we have found 100 rounds."

This number is also beyond Rürich’s expectation, "Well, cast iron projectiles are a weapon for destroying ships! I am afraid that we will still need them in the future battle against Borgholm and Kalmar."

"Continue to fight..." Otto sighed. He always felt that in order to attack Fort Worth, the momentum of the coalition forces had been consumed by most, and it was no longer appropriate to continue fighting.

Otto’s words reveal worries. Isn’t Rurik like that? He estimated that as many as three hundred soldiers died in this battle (injured basically means death)! Note that these dead are all fighters from the Svealand Plain, and the possibility of their betrayal does not exist.

However, among the newly recruited people, there are still 400 people who can serve the coalition forces. Will they really work hard if they have the title of nomination?

This is the big unknown.

Because both Rurik and Otto were sure that the coalition forces had to fix it in Voskars Port for two days at most, and then due to the shortage of food again, they swarmed to Borgholm to continue the looting. By then, the newly incorporated guys must be the main attacking force! After all, these people died in large-scale battles, Olekin and Carl had absolutely no regrets.