Chapter 928： Russ cavalry vs Frankish cavalry

Charlemagne's flag of the Three Lions flutters on the top of the mound where the fortress of Aleb is located.

The castle built around the mound was crowded into nearly ten thousand soldiers and civilians. Most of these people are Saxons who have lived in Jutland for nearly half a century. They support Sun Liudov, the official brand of Widukind, and are very happy that they have finally ushered in the king. , they have moved to the emerging Aleb fort to settle down.

Who would have thought that after the first winter, the newly opened farmland oat seedlings were growing well, and the war broke out.

People thank God, thank Liudov for his wisdom, and give shelter to everyone thanks to a solid ring of stone walls.

But a large number of old and weak women and children crowded in the city is not a good thing after all.

What Liudov needed was a large number of young men and mature men. Although it was too far-fetched for those twelve or thirteen-year-old boys to be soldiers, it was best to have a large number of twenty-year-old men here for him to recruit.

Since the people are passively assembled in a small fortress, a large number of people of insight are willing to stand up and take up arms for the lives of themselves and their families in a situation where everyone is in danger.

People who were once extremely frightened saw that Lord Liudov personally led the cavalry to carry out punitive killings against the barbarian landing personnel. The cavalry returned with almost no losses and a great victory.

Liudov was covered in the blood of the enemy, and his subordinates were bathed in blood.

The cavalry's killing was seen by the people, and the people cheered, and their fears disappeared, because they saw that the Ludov they supported was indeed the descendant of Widukind.

The optimism spread throughout Aleb Castle, and the people trapped in it completely ignored any potential crisis.

For example, there is no water source, and the food in the fortress is also seriously insufficient.

There is nothing wrong with building a fort around the top of a hill in Europe.

Because a fort can provide for hundreds of people at most, and almost all the supplies come from the bottom of the mountain, relying on manpower to carry and drag supplies on the shoulders, it can fully cope with the long-term daily living of this scale of people.

However, there has been a sudden influx of nearly 10,000 people...

Ludov was the real count of Westphalia. He had experience in governing a land, and he knew very well that the people of the territory provided supplies to the nobles, and the nobles were also obliged to protect the right to life of these people.

Protecting the people with a fortress is the morality of practicing one's own beliefs.

But there are too many people! The huge people took refuge at the same time, and the lords mainly provided these people with food and water, which was "the obligation given to the nobles by God".

The reality is very cruel. Liudov gave the people food and water according to the rules of the nobles. Just a collective dinner emptied nearly one-third of his material reserves. in some soft condition.

A rain can greatly alleviate the people’s drinking water problem, but the food reserves can be eaten quickly. If the situation cannot be opened within three or four days, the Aleb Fortress may begin to turn into a starvation purgatory.

Ask some old and young women and children to leave the fort and run for their lives in the dark?

Liudov did not speak, nor did the northern sage Eskil have such "inhumane" thoughts at all.

In terms of absolute rationality, these old and weak are all burdens of defensive warfare. In addition to consuming the food and water of the defenders, they also force the defenders to allocate their manpower to protect them.

Ordering them to leave while the chaos is good for defense is a ruthless trampling of faith.

Because Moses never abandoned his people.

What the world sees is the Ludov who has made great achievements and is like the resurrection of Widukind.

The world does not see the enormous pressure Liudov himself is facing.

The Normans (referring to the partial division of the Rus army and the Danish army of Ragnar) used to be huge, and to deal with this kind of army, I was afraid that their master, Prince Ludwig, would lead the main force to crusade.

With only 500 cavalry on hand, he could only resort to mad bull-like tactics, doing everything he could to create massacres, hoping to drive away all the Normans and wait for the theoretically existing Horrick's northern reinforcements.

Oh! Poor Ludoff! He didn't know that Horrick had been beaten and was fleeing towards the Aleb Fortress with his tail tucked.

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Overnight, there were more than 2,000 armed men in Aleb Fortress, and many of them deliberately took up sharpened sticks to defend.

When the cavalry rushed out of the fort, the winch hurriedly pulled up the drawbridge, and the hardwood door of the front door also fell heavily.

This move is by no means Liudov's back-to-back fight, he is to ensure that the fortress does not leave any flaws.

After all, the enemy only has a lot of troops at a glance, and the cavalry kills the Quartet in one place. If an enemy division succeeds in secretly storming the fortress, everything will be over.

Now the cavalry is thinking about the camp assault of Ragnar's seaside warriors. There was no room for everyone to slack off in that vast formation. It was supposed to carry the bodies of the dead last night in the early morning.

Liudov was actually happy to see the Normans organize the shield wall.

"They are already prepared! Soldiers, organize the lances and prepare for the wheel battle!"

In the wheel battle, the cavalry is divided into various combat teams, which take turns to challenge the shield wall, and use their super long spears to take a chance to stab.

In principle, this classic Frankish tactic is not fundamentally different from the face-to-face riding and shooting of the steppe cavalry.

The onslaught of the Frankish cavalry was about to begin, and Ragnar and his men lined up for a short time, clenching their teeth and preparing for a hard attack. Some bowmen also began to throw arrows in the direction of the rushing cavalry, but this was a deterrent.

The nervous Ragnar's team completely ignored a strong force and completely escaped from the Rus' camp.

A guard cavalry whipped the horse with whips at a critical moment. He rushed to Liudov's side and shouted: "Sir, look behind us! Those are not our cavalry."

"what?"

Liudov turned his head subconsciously, and was shocked to see a scene that he could not have dreamed of.

"I'm blinded? Whose cavalry is that? We Saxons?"

He took a closer look and saw that the cavalry behind him was carrying a flag. The flag is white, with a blue stripe extending diagonally to form the X coat of arms.

That's Ross! It's actually a Ross cavalry!

"Damn it. Eskil was right, the Rus among the Normans had cavalry. Damn, where did these cavalry come from?!"

The dire situation was beyond his imagination, and he didn't even have time to think.

Because of the Ross cavalry who were chasing like crazy, one was the state of everyone's legs tightening the horse's belly, and the soles of their feet never leaving the saddle.

Fisk ordered loudly: "Throw! Harassment!"

The noise was noisy, and he ordered his subordinates to do things with the simplest vocabulary.

I saw the Russ cavalry in uniform white robes and blue stripes, the left hand clenched the recurve bow to the sky, the right hand immediately pulled out the quiver on the horse's back, and pulled out the armor-piercing arrow to shoot right.

Accuracy is no longer pursued, and the Ross cavalry, who are inferior in strength, are now all prairie light cavalry.

The recurve bow of the big saw and the rapid throwing of light arrows, the extreme tactics trained in the training ground, are now being tested in actual combat.

The Ross cavalry is shooting arrows at the fastest speed possible, and those who do it well can complete the speed of one arrow in two seconds.

The super-fast rate of fire completely made up for the lack of troops, and the dense arrows hit the heads of the Frankish cavalry group.

These armor-piercing arrows leap great distances, falling almost entirely with gravitational potential energy.

The arrow no longer had strong kinetic energy, and hit the Frankish cavalry like a hailstone.

The leather helmets were smashed into deep depressions, and those warriors who did not use cloth linings were immediately smashed to the point where their heads hummed.

An arrow just pierced into the gap of the shoulder iron ring, giving the cavalry a not serious but very painful trauma.

There are also unfortunate people who are fine, but the lack of defense of the horse is an arrow, which is a disaster for the fast-moving horses.

Ludov could not ignore the existence of the Rus cavalry at all, and his subordinates were suffering casualties. This scene reminded him of the legend that when Charlemagne conquered the Avars, he was attacked by a large number of enemy cavalry archers.

That was just a legend from a long time ago, Liudov didn't know about it, and now he can only face this dilemma himself.

The life and death of some of the fallen horses is unknown, and some horses clearly broke their legs after falling.

"Stop the assault! Turn around! Fight the enemy cavalry!"

Liudov's troops were well-trained, and all the cavalry as a whole made short counterclockwise turns.

Their rapid evolution also surprised the chasing Ross cavalry.

In this regard, Fisk had finished a meeting with his brothers long before the war, and he held his recurve bow high: "We made it! Some things went according to plan!"

So, the Russ cavalry responded with an evolution.

The Ross cavalry currently participating in the war is full of 290 cavalry. After the injured and injured horses are absent, the remaining people are divided into three hundred-man teams and subdivided into twenty-nine ten-man teams.

Since they are going to fight in the way of the Pechenegs, some of the lower-level officers in the team are Pechenegs, and a grand drama of the grassland cavalry versus the Western European cavalry has been staged.

At the beginning, from the perspective of Ludov's Frankish cavalry, these enemies were going to have a cavalry hedging against him.

Hedge? Isn't that suicidal?

The spears moved forward, Liudov said nothing, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his spear pointed to the direction of the cavalry charge.

The Frankish cavalry adopted new tactics. They quickly built a wide cavalry wall to pressure the Rus cavalry.

On the other hand, the Russ cavalry, the twenty-nine squads of three centurions, spontaneously divided into two groups, and quickly circled to the two flanks with the mobility advantage of the light cavalry.

The cavalry passing by like a wind board shot two arrows rapidly, and when they went around the cavalry wall one after another, they did not forget to add two more arrows.

Only in the first round, the two flanks of Ludov's cavalry suffered special casualties.

Some warriors were shot with arrows and fell off their horses inadvertently due to pain.

Some unfortunate people were hit in the face and died on the spot by piercing arrows through their skulls.

More than a dozen warriors stumbled and endured multiple arrow shafts in their chainmail, drawing their sabres high and eager to fight. Naihe, his horses were already stuck with arrows all over their bodies, laying on their side on the near-shore battlefield, trying to raise their heads and vomit blood...

"It can be done! It's just to bully them without bows and arrows." Fisk was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to keep their current positions and continue to shoot arrows.

If the Frankish cavalry did not attack, the Russ cavalry kept a safe distance from them and kept shooting arrows.

There are quivers on both sides of the saddle, and each bag is abruptly stuffed with fifty swords. They are very heavy burdens, so avoid the horses being too tired. The Russ cavalry is fighting without armor today.

One of the advantages of continuous archery is that the load on the war horse is constantly decreasing.

Liudov had never seen such cavalry tactics in his life. He saw his subordinates unload the round shields they carried on their backs and protect themselves on horseback.

It's not a problem to be passive like this, the enemy's arrows seem to be infinite.

Looking at the current situation, the Norman army has begun to take the opportunity to advance!

Also, what happened to the west side? ! A forest moving? !

In an instant, an arrow accidentally penetrated the Liudov round shield. He looked closely, and to be fair, it was a very beautiful cluster of armor-piercing arrows, like a needle.

He also suddenly realized, and looking at this needle, it can mercilessly penetrate the chain mail iron ring and pierce deeply into the flesh.

"Not good! I've been tricked."

escape? Do not! You can't just run away.

The furious Liudov hurriedly ordered: "You can't sit still! Continue to follow me!"

Immediately Vidukind's soul was possessed, and the furious Ludovlin threw away his spear. He pulled out a battle axe: "Let them see how powerful the axe is!"

Therefore, in the face of this situation, it is better to restore the glorious tradition of the Frankish cavalry - throwing axes.

Farrak's cavalry resumed the charge, and Fisk felt deceitful not to see them holding their spears.

Fisk didn't think much about it, and his subordinates continued to use the old tactics to deliberately maintain a distance to carry out mount-and-shoot battles.

Just as the two cavalrymen approached, a bunch of axes were thrown towards the Ross cavalry.

And the Russ cavalry did not give it in vain. Some high-level fighters simply stood on the stirrup, holding three arrows in their right hand, and aimed at the Frankish cavalry who were very close.

The armor-piercing arrow pierced through the body of the horse and through the chainmail of the warrior.

The thrown double-edged axe swirled, and hitting the unarmored warhorse was a serious crack.

The new round of confrontation between the two sides flickered losses, and the Ross cavalry also encountered unexpected casualties for the first time.

Fisk, who had beaten the battalion commander for too long, did not think that the cavalry would suffer casualties, and that his own people could be hurt by the axe.

It was Frank's axe that smashed the Ross cavalry sober, followed by rage and a smart response.

The Pechenegs in the team are asking everyone to keep the distance strictly, because the distance of manpower throwing axe is very limited, and the reserves of the axe must not be much, as long as the Ross cavalry keeps the distance and tricks the enemy to throw away the axe, the next is their own. kill.

Therefore, the Frankish cavalry, who had been beaten all over by cavalry shooting, finally found a way. They began to throw axes frantically, and at the same time resisted the enemy's always sharp arrows.

Round after round.

However, the battle situation was still deteriorating. The Franks had almost no losses in the more than ten rounds of confrontation that followed, and the Russ had no losses either.

The Russ army stuck close to Ludov's Frankish army like a plaster, and when the latter found their throwable axe was thrown clean, they suddenly realized that all this was the enemy's conspiracy.

"Haha! Their axes are gone!" Fisk, noticing the enemy's predicament, stood on the stirrup and shouted to all his subordinates: "Go on! Shock! Shoot them in the face!"

The right quiver was empty, so many people attached the left quiver to the right. This collective exchange of quivers, in the eyes of Liudov, who realized that something was wrong, was simply a sign of a decisive battle.

Suddenly, the Russ cavalry launched an attack. In the face of this, the Frankish cavalry had no strength to organize the shield wall. There were soldiers with chain mail in their armors. The horses were exhausted and panting. .

The Turkic horses with stronger endurance exerted a strong tactical advantage, and the Russ cavalry noticed that the enemy did not even have the energy to line up, and their confidence was greatly increased.

The arrows kept chiseling on the body, and the Frankish cavalry, together with their horses, kept falling.

A large number of soldiers dragged their wounded bodies and fled in the direction of Aleb Fortress following their Count Ludov.

The Frankish cavalry, who had high hopes, was finally bled under the almost infinite arrow blows. If they did not leave the battlefield, everyone would die!

This is a painful but not far road to escape. Compared with the embarrassing situation of the enemy, the Ross cavalry is also tired.

Constantly drawing bows and shooting arrows, the soldiers are chasing after enduring the pain in their right arms. Facing the last quiver that gradually empties, is it possible to continue the pursuit and let the horses fly over the stone wall with wings? !

In order to escape quickly, Liudov was desperately throwing away some debris. He untied a key rope, so that the armor protecting Brother Ma fell off. The other warriors followed suit, and the Frankish cavalry, mainly composed of Saxons, was literally beaten to pieces.

The grandeur of the battlefield was clearly seen by the people watching the battle at the stone walls of the fortress. They saw the tragic defeat of Lord Liudov and the escape of the last cavalry.

The soldiers in the fortress hurriedly opened the drawbridge, and those soldiers with bows climbed to the top of the city one after another and shot arrows at the chasing Ross cavalry. Arrows can't hit the enemy at all, they can only play a deterrent role.

The feathers of the big white goose feathers are too conspicuous Fisk clearly noticed the enemy's countermeasures.

Take the time to keep up with the greatness of the enemy and dash across the drawbridge and into the fort?

Do not! Let these cowards fleeing the battlefield go back to the fort!

Because in the rear of the Rus army, a coalition of more than 5,000 new Danish-Russian-Slavs has begun a siege march.

After all, even if the battle was hurried, Ragnar, Speuter, and Medved would never have missed the opportunity of the Ross cavalry.

"Let's go!" Fisk turned his horse's head: "Kill the enemy's wounded soldiers and save our wounded!"

After all, he muttered a few more words: "Rurik, don't blame me for today's loss..."

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