Chapter 912： The Rus flag flies in Vaxjo, right in the middle of Götaland…

Those Växjö warriors struggled in the rain of arrows, people wailed in pain, the wounded were helpless with bleeding wounds, and the living clung to their shields.

There is no one to command them, and the army has become a large mob!

"It can't be like this!" someone shouted.

Suddenly, in the chaos, it was seen that Olaf, the supreme war chief, had died in a pool of blood.

"The boss is dead, and we can only persevere. Brothers, we fought with them." Some Danes decided to fight back in the storm, and a group of Danes left the team directly.

Fisk noticed this situation, and the armored warriors who were out of the array and did not accept the beating well gave him a good plan.

"A bunch of idiots thought I would obediently dismount and fight with you?"

Fisk adjusted his tactics, and with a handful of cavalry he deliberately kept his distance from the Danes.

More than fifty Danes left the formation. They formed a small shield wall, shouted with swords and axes, and tried to trick Ross into the so-called "dignified duel".

"Stand up and shoot, aim the armor-piercing arrows at their faces," Fisk ordered.

The steeds obediently distanced themselves, and while most of the cavalry were still suddenly attacking and taking a bite like bloodthirsty piranhas, Fisk dispatched a standing archery team.

Once they were standing and shooting, they were able to aim steadily while standing on Ma On Shan.

The precision armor-piercing arrow of the recurve bow struck the Dane with a left-handed precision shot so that the Dane could not lift his head. Their shields were covered with leather, which could not stop the armor-piercing arrows. Some soldiers were hit by the penetrating arrows on their left arms holding the shields, but the wounded did not dare to scream and struggle, even the broken teeth had to be supported. .

"Not dead yet?!" Fisk shook his head.

Suddenly, a soldier shouted: "Boss, we are running out of arrows."

Fisk immediately looked around. The quivers were indeed not enough, and there were some cavalrymen in the rear who were receiving new arrows.

"Then change the tactics. Brothers draw swords! Crush the guy in front of you, completely crush them!"

Well, with the humming of the sword wind, Fisk pointed at the Danes who had left the array.

He assembled and about fifty cavalry, and charged fiercely with a wall charge.

The shock of the half-ton warhorse caused the earth to tremble, and the Danes looked out of their eyes to observe the situation, only to see the cavalry roaring back, as if they were going to perish with themselves.

It's ridiculous!

In these Danish mercenary team concepts, the cavalry has and only the Frankish cavalry, and the Frankish tactics are all cavalry tactics.

In the Franks, the principle of cavalry is not to rush into the formation, but the super long spears continue to stab the opponent's array until the enemy is stabbed to collapse. Well now, the Ross cavalry went crazy with arrows to kill, and now it hits like crazy again.

The collision happened fiercely, and the Danes were rushed over the wall. Just like the crushing of a torrent of steel, the fallen warriors were trampled on the ground by Ma Tietie, and their chests shattered and died violently, carrying hundreds of kilograms of trampling force.

Stamping, hacking, or slamming the back of the sword directly. With just this collision, the Danes who got out of the line collapsed.

Those who were still holding on never imagined that the cavalry could still fight like this, and the morale of Vaxjo's army always collapsed.

The peasants and warriors have already ignored the dead bodies on the ground and the wounded who are constantly twisting their bodies and screaming. Half of them are still holding on. They have no choice but to escape back to the village.

At least it must be safe to escape back to the village. There are still many people there. At that time, everyone should take up arms and should be able to block these Rus people. People are so fanciful.

However, when they lifted the last shield wall barrier and showed their backs to the Ross cavalry, everything was over.

Fisk and many cavalrymen saw their total collapse. Now, don't bother Fisk's order, and the happy hunt officially begins. Those who don't have arrows don't care about replenishing new arrows, or draw their swords to hunt down, or carry the spears of the enemy who are on the ground with a tire. The spear stabbed the Vaxjo soldiers in the back, and the sword slashed directly at them.

About 800 people fled, they are not even as good as 800 reindeer running away, trapped beasts still exist, they are panting and running on a road of destruction.

"You run away! Running away will only make you die faster! Since you have chosen war, I will grant you to die on the battlefield. You will die uselessly, and die now!"

Fisk shouted loudly, and was proud of himself for creating this miracle of war. Now that he is benevolent, there is no need to show mercy to the Vaxjos who are resolutely opposed.

Hagrid from Jönköping is still locked in a ox-cart wooden cage. If he is shot by an arrow, he will die. Now Hagrid watched the Vaxhes drop the dead and the wounded and ran away, and watched them being chased to death by the cavalry.

In fact, many Russ cavalrymen saw the unfortunate man in the cage, although they did not see his appearance clearly, because things were too strange, so they did not shoot arrows at him.

It was Fisk who recognized the guy's face and rode over to find out.

At the same time, the infantry of Kanuf, who had been passively watching the play, finally came to work. They drew their swords forward and began to frantically make up their swords on the battlefield.

Prisoners of war? Let the prisoners of war go to hell. Regardless of the dead who fell to the ground, the wounded will be stabbed and killed. The so-called let them slowly lose blood and cry to death, it is better to stab them now and give a happy one. This is the last kindness of the Ross Army.

Fisk led some people on horseback and stood beside the cage, pouting and tilting his head to look at the unlucky and lucky man.

"It's unexpected. Hagrid, I thought you were cut by them. So I made the army ruthless, just to avenge you." He spoke with a weird smile, making him look like a monster.

"Am I worthy of your revenge?"

"Why not? Your daughter is in my hands, she will be my wife, so you are also very important to me. Fortunately, my people have sharp eyes, you are not injured!"

"Thank you so much for that."

"You're free now, I'll let you out." Fisk immediately dispatched someone to dismount, picked up an axe and smashed the bronze lock.

Hagrid was freed and even withdrew from the battlefield. He was even reunited with his daughter Astrid, and it was a great sigh of relief to see all the non-combatants safe, especially those he brought from Jönköping were emotionally stable.

Killing eight hundred fleeing enemies was no trouble, and the horse-riding Rus and Pechenegs enjoyed the battle as if they were hunting.

The corpses lay in a line on the meadows along the lake, which stretched for two kilometers. Except for some individuals who managed to escape into the forest or jumped into the lake to swim for their lives, most of the Vaxjo soldiers died.

The cavalry dismounted to deliver a fatal blow to the dying man, then frisked the body and took away the weapons, especially the arrows, and the quiver was recovered after the blood was dried.

Ravens came sniffing blood, they were already circling the sky.

Some soldiers happily speeded Fisk: "It's the raven, Odin is watching us. Boss, today's battle has been approved by the gods."

"Yeah." Fisk looked at the sky, and it was obvious that there were more and more ravens. "Brothers are already very tired of hacking and shooting. Everyone, hurry up and recover the arrows. Let's find a place to rest. Check again to see if we have casualties."

The Russ army quickly left the battlefield, and it stands to reason that they would have to dig a pit to bury the body. Since there were too many dead, they simply ignored it and let the ravens fall down to peck at the eyes of the dead...

In this battle, apart from the tired and breathless soldiers and horses, the Rus army did not even get injured. This is non-contact combat, and the cavalry always keeps a safe distance from the enemy, constantly causing damage at this distance.

Fisk ushered in the biggest victory of his life, and he saw many dead armored warriors, and many more fallen farmers. The weapons and armor were collected as much as possible, and he decided to continue to Vaxjo with the spoils.

At night, by the bonfire.

Hagrid, who suffered in Vaxjo, finally settled down. He never thought that the Ross cavalry would be so powerful that they could win without any losses? I am afraid that Rurik's claim to be "loved by Odin" is not a boast, and his warriors are invulnerable.

Fisk wildly pointed to the future resolution: "Those Vaxjos chose war, and I'm going to keep fighting to bring them down. I'm going to kill them, they brought it on themselves. Hagrid, give me a suggestion, say Tell me about your experience."

"Me? My advice is to persuade you to be kind."

"Benevolence? Is it necessary?"

"Because they themselves are quarreling, there are actually many villages that don't want to fight at all." Hagrid said cautiously.

"Oh? What do the villages want?"

"Submit. If you pay some tribute in exchange for safety, they are willing to surrender. Just..."

"how."

"There are actually a lot of Danes in Växjö. They have a deep hatred with you. I don't know where their hatred comes from. It's because they are clamoring for a group of people to be your enemies. Many Växjö people are deceived. You can be kind. Come on, after all... I heard that the king is for you to conquer, not to kill them all."

Fisk had to think about it, pinching his beard. "Alright. Since they are not power resistance, I will forgive those who are willing to surrender. As for those who are fighting, I will kill them. We will rest for the night and leave early tomorrow."

Those who fled into the woods fled overnight, hid and slept in a hurry due to hunger and cold, while those who escaped by swimming mostly drowned due to lack of energy.

No one fled back to report the army's defeat, and Vaxjo was still waiting for news of the army's victory.

On a new day, the Vaxjos take care of their agricultural work, and their settlements are completely undefended.

As a result, they saw the cavalry, who was better than seeing once, came swaggeringly, and their curiosity outweighed their fear.

But what happened next was terrifying.

Fisk ordered some heads to be chopped off on the battlefield, collected and piled on the captured bullock carts and driven south. This ox cart was originally a cage that trapped Hagrid, but now it has become a "head-carrying" truck.

The heads of the dead were already gray and white, and they were piled up on the car into small hills. Witnesses were immediately shocked when they saw it. The urchins who were curious onlookers probably didn't know the horror of the cavalry, but when they saw the pile of blood dripping heads, they ran away screaming.

People ran away, and the situation gave Ross an unexpected passive.

Fisk frowned: "I'm really scary? They're all over, who am I negotiating with? Hagrid, talk to them again."

Now it's Hagrid's turn to be under great pressure: "Young generals, let me negotiate with them now... My head will definitely be chopped off by them."

"I want to negotiate with them, what about their people?"

Helpless, Fisk stopped the army at the intersection of the largest settlement. In front of him was a wider road. On both sides of the road were neatly arranged longhouses and attached some general buildings. This is the origin of the name of Vaxjo, Fisk has led his troops to stand in the core settlement of Vaxjo.

The army did not act rashly, and no locals came out of their hiding places to strike up a conversation with them for a while.

Until, a man dragged his family and walked out of his mansion with a banner.

"Oh? I know that man very well."

"It's Haverus, the one you let go a few days ago." Hagrid's pressure is gone, at least Haverus can be a breakthrough.

But seeing that Haverus, he boldly walked out of the mansion with all his family. He himself had learned of the tragic defeat of the Vaxjos, and though it was something he could not bear, the fact was that the only thing he could do now was to take out the flags that were ready to be sewn.

They approached Fisk timidly, and the whole family, including the slaves, tried to hold their flag high.

"I surrendered to what I said." Haverus can introduce flatteringly: "You see, these are my family members, and we have made a lot of flags, which is enough to prove my surrender."

This move Fisk did not force him, it was his own act.

"Indeed, you surrendered. You are a smart person, and the safety of your family will be protected by our army. That is... Many people escaped, which makes me quite embarrassed." Fisk was satisfied and immediately narrowed his eyes: "You The natives, tell your friends our attitude. Vaxjo's army has been defeated, and there is no need for the rest to resist stupidly. I don't want to kill them, and now I will give them one last chance to surrender."

Having said this, Fisk paused again: "This is a matter that affects the lives of tens of thousands of people. I hope you can handle it well."

"Ah! As ordered. I'll do it right now."

It was not only the Haverus family who secretly sewed the flags, but a group of local Vaxjo businessmen and families were well-informed. Seeing that Haverus was safe and sound, they also showed their real bodies, held the flag high, and brought their own brewed products. The ale and the collected honey, literally slaughtered jugs, championed the rule of the Rus.

After all, they don't have a choice right now.

It was no longer possible for Vaxjo to organize an army against the Rus, but the resistance of the Vaxjos did not stop completely.

Haverus transformed himself into a special envoy for peace talks, and he hurriedly negotiated with the villages of the Lord Peace faction gathered here. Since what the Rus army asked for was only submission and undefense, the tribute requested was only to meet military needs, not the most sinful act of plundering the population. Why resist? Seizing the last chance to surrender, the village leaders of the Lord and Sect and the Wait-and-see Sect visited General Ross "Bald" Fisk on behalf of their relatives and friends to announce their surrender.

Now that you have surrendered, you need to do a good job in the scene.

The flag of Ross is a piece of white cloth with blue stripes stitched on the diagonal. It is very easy to make, and the villages can do it now.

As long as you hang this kind of flag on your mansion, you will prove your loyalty to Ross. In exchange, after receiving key provisions from a group of locals, Fisk took into account the feelings of the locals and set up camp outside the settlement.

In the evening, most of the families had already displayed the Rus flags they made by surprise. The entire commercial street is still very depressed. The surrendered businessmen are very interested in the promises of the Rus. They tried their best to show their flags, and more. He even sewed miniature flags on his hats, trying to tell others that he was indeed a surrendered good citizen.

However, a strong army is just outside the inhabited area. If the Rus people suddenly attack, everyone will still be unable to bear the blow. The people who did not escape were all the Lord Hepai. They made a compromise and put their fate in the hands of the conquerors Even if all the men sent by the Lord Hepai village to fight were killed, Pain is real pain, hatred is natural, they are not willing to fight with the Rus to the end.

The real main war faction instead ran away, and most of the soldiers came from them. The terrifying defeat meant the destruction of the most powerful Danish mercenary group, and also meant that a large number of men sent by the main battle faction villages were all killed in battle.

Having lost a large number of capable men, what else can the remaining villagers do? The leaders of many main battle faction villages led the expedition in person, and now they have died in different places.

The headless people instinctively thought of escaping. They all brought the soft ones that could be taken away quickly, dragged their families to the river, and rowed their boats to the south.

Where can the escape go? There is only one place that everyone prefers - Silver Castle.

Regardless of what the Silver Fort that has experienced war is like now, the reason for attracting Växjö fugitives is very simple. The so-called fishing in the face of the sea is expected to survive, and even he can be accepted by the locals. They have given up most of their livestock and poultry, and this year's wheat harvest is also missing. Only by catching some herring in the sea can we tide over the difficulties. As for whether we can make a comeback in the future, no one is thinking about it.