Chapter 936： Unplug the Aleb Fortress and capture the willow of the Westphalian Earl...

The black-haired and short Finnish warriors held longbows that were close to their height, and the bows were pulled to the maximum. With Yevlo's order, the entire flag team fired nearly 600 arrows.

The torsion slingshots transported to the front are one hundred larger, and they are placed at a very large firing angle, and the chute is equipped with a javelin, which can be fired in a semi-charged mode.

Twenty bull catapults were also on the front line, and they were also in a semi-charged state, firing all small stones.

The first round of salvos, the dense arrows, javelins and stones, were a hundred times more terrifying than hail!

There was a strong swish from the sky, and Liudov, who was standing on the city wall, immediately ordered: "Raise the shield above your head!"

People knew that the Norman arrows were coming, but they didn't expect the arrows to fall.

The soldiers on the city wall tried their best to cling to the stone wall, curled up and protected their bodies with round shields.

They are very lucky to stay on the city wall, because in the inner fort, a large number of soldiers and civilians have almost nowhere to escape!

The entire inner fort was covered by the long-range firepower of the Rus army, and Rurik's order was to fire the planned arrows cleanly. The Ross army has plenty of arrows and javelins, and it is too outrageous to deal with the "Vandergrift ammunition" blow to the exhausted enemy trapped in the lonely city.

Rurik insisted on this for no other reason - the great nobleman named Ludov refused to surrender.

Kill this nobleman? If it can be captured alive, it would be even better.

But this nobleman is expressing his belief that he refuses to surrender with arrows, which is naturally benevolence.

Those javelins and arrows all have sharp and narrow heads, and they fall with strong force, making the roof made of wooden boards and haystacks in the inner fort meaningless.

The refugees who are still alive are hiding in the longhouse in the fortress. The soldiers who are still able to fight are either standing by the city wall, or they are ready to support the brothers on the city wall at any time in the fort.

The 2,000-man army that Liudov had so-called gathered, now there are only 500 exhausted men who can continue to fight.

Thousands of soldiers and civilians, tortured by hunger and thirst, huddled in various longhouses. In fact, if the siege continues, the refugees will all die within three days...

But now, they've been hit hard.

Could a thatched house withstand the vertical blow of a javelin?

The heavier javelin penetrated directly through the grass hut, and some arrows were lucky enough to penetrate, which made the longhouse not a safe place at all, or the refugees who were sitting or lying down suddenly suffered fatal blows. The javelin pierces the body of a person, hits the key and causes immediate death, and when it hits a person, it causes the wounded to be drained.

Those who were still able to move began to flee the longhouse, only to be hit harder outdoors.

People saw that the person who had just moved outdoors was immediately shot with several arrows, vomited blood to the end, and shot several more arrows while he was dying.

People were screaming and burrowing wherever they could hide, like mice.

There are even chicken thieves who carry the bodies of the dead or seriously injured and cover themselves to ensure that they will not be hit by arrows.

Unfortunately, all their efforts are doomed to be in vain.

Young priests prayed in the rain of arrows, standing together with closed eyes and chanting scriptures, hoping for a miracle to happen to them.

That is the deadly arrows fired by the warriors who believe in Odin!

The sharp arrows were stabbed mercilessly and indiscriminately. The young priests stood so exposed and so bold that they were killed by the dense arrows.

Outside the city, Yevro gave the order: "Free fire! Even if the arm is sore, the thirty arrows will be shot!"

Fire thirty arrows with a high-pound longbow? It's really a challenge for everyone.

Rurik issued such an order because he noticed that the arms of the Finnish fighters selected by Yevlo were thicker than their legs.

In contrast, the torsional slingshot and the catapult both use the winch to store power, and each position enters a state of free fire, and the operator does not need to be too tired.

The arrow shooting seemed endless, and Ragnar was shocked by a series of dazzling scenes.

The arrows flying in the sky are full of the arrows of the Rus army. If they attacked the army formation, it is obvious that a large army will be directly destroyed by such dense arrows and javelins.

"Fortunately we are allies! I... should also learn from the Russ."

It was normal for Ragnar to follow the example of the Ross Army in a hurry. The other lords of Zealand Island saw the Ross Army fighting for the first time.

Liudov and his defenders were struggling, and through the gaps in the shields, he saw the tragedy in the fortress, as well as more bizarre wonders.

Arrow feathers are mostly glued by chicken flight feathers, which are brownish-yellow in color and somewhat similar to mature oats or wheat. Especially wheat, in his own Westphalian fief, the local farmers are a mixture of oats, wheat and rye. As the first local nobleman, Ludoff naturally eats more wheat.

He saw an additional wheat field in the fort. Do not! Those were arrow feathers, denser than the ears of wheat in a good harvest.

Several arrows were inserted into his own shield, as were many of his subordinates.

For the time being, the defense line of the city wall has not been broken by the Normans, that is, the people, troops and priests in the fort have collapsed.

Because he saw the men in black who were standing in a row unfortunately had fallen.

To scold the idiots of the priests in black? Liudov's mood was on the verge of collapse.

Eskil's life or death is now uncertain, and many of the priests in his entourage have fallen, corpses strewn with arrows.

The faith of the defenders collapsed, and some people curled up under the shield cried out: "God has abandoned us! God's servant is dead! We have been abandoned, and we must die today."

The pessimism had reached its peak, and Liudov's roar of "hold on" had now become extremely boring.

The arrows of the Normans seemed to be endless, and the defenders were completely suppressed by firepower. As those who were watching with probes were directly pierced through their heads by the stubby arrows, they were killed on the spot. Now there are no people who are trying to detect.

Because a group of fighters did not participate in the "fire coverage", they took the steel arm crossbow of the Russian army's fist weapon, and put the charged weapon on the temporary wooden bracket, and the mechanical sight was facing the battlements at three points and one line, waiting for an opportunity Sniper outcroppings.

There was a fierce battle here, and over there, Esquil, who was pulled to the rear, was forced to pull up his black robe.

Poor Eskill felt that he was going to be executed, and seeing Rurik himself standing in front of him, he immediately shouted: "Looking at the past friendship, you spared me. I ... useful to you."

"You're useful to me? Yes. I don't want to kill you either."

Rurik pondered that this guy was quite self-aware that the arrow in his thigh near his knee was not Ross's.

It was clearly a flaky and barbed sword. Attempting to pull it out immediately caused Eskil to scream and move.

The young warriors in the extremely standing army were ordered to heal the unfortunate "sage". They are all warriors, how could the means be so refined?

Realizing that Rurik did not intend to persecute himself, considering that the Russ army was shooting arrows at the fortress frantically, Eskil, who concluded that Ludov could not support him at all, could not take care of his own comfort for the time being, and begged: "Rurik, I beg I beg you."

"Please? I didn't want to kill you. If I were to kill you, I would have died years ago."

"No. I am interceding for Ludov in the fortress. He is not a Frankish, but a Saxon, a Saxon nobleman since ancient times. He can't stand your attack now."

"For that man? Didn't he refuse to surrender? If he does, I'm not going to kill him. But he's looking for his own death."

"Even so..." Eskil continued to wailing: "He is the only descendant of Widukind. He is not Frankish, he is useful to you!"

But now, Rurik couldn't listen and didn't need to.

Who is Widukind? Rurik, who knew little about the history of the Saxons, just wanted to fight a ruthless man who refused to surrender.

"Come on here! Bring the spirits and get this old man drunk!"

So, three bottles of vodka were brought. The fine glass bottle contained a liquid that looked like pure water, and Esquil, who never drank, remembered it as the "magic wine" of the Rus, simply because it could burn.

Drinking alcohol is a great humiliation for the ascetic. Esquil kept twisting, and the warrior who suppressed him slammed his wound, opened his mouth, and forced three bottles of wine down.

The spirits choked the old guy, Esquier, for a while, and most of the three bottles of spirits totaling more than 600 ml entered his stomach. Gradually, the old priest who had never had a drink in his life passively broke his precept.

A strange feeling came to his head, he began to feel in a trance, and began to talk nonsense. In the end, when the Ross Army finally finished shooting the last javelin, the old guy was cut off. What awaits him is to cut the flesh, take out the arrow cluster, debride the wound and sew the wound.

"Okay, you treat him according to the rules. Others!" Rurik ordered casually.

Standing army soldiers on standby are called yes.

"Follow me! Go to the front to assist the general attack!"

Rurik arrived at the front line with more than 300 people, and joined Ragnar, who had been waiting for a long time, and his "Berserker Death Squad" of nearly 1,000 people.

Take a good look at these berserkers! Now it's not surprising that the mushroom soup gave them violent fighting power, but everyone drank a little ale before the war to boost their momentum.

Most of them came from Zealand, and a few came from Jutland in the fierce battle. In order to show their martial might, the Danish warriors took off some armor and wore only shy trousers or long skirts, showing the thick chest hair on their chests and the fancy tattoos on their backs.

They generally have beards, and their beards are tied into very characteristic braids. The hair is fluffy and braided, or directly bald.

Many people even disdain using shields, holding a handy and flexible hand axe in each hand, they will climb the long ladder to be built to break through the city and fight.

Looking at the still towering city wall, Ragnar did not feel the depression at all.

Seeing that Rurik arrived at the front line with a group of ruthless people, he was quite worried that his good brother had suddenly changed his mind and planned to compete with him for merit.

"You fired about 10,000 arrows? The enemy has collapsed. We should take care of the rest."

"Twenty thousand swords and a thousand javelins," Rurik corrected.

Of course, this description made Ragnar shudder.

"You?! Actually... for a small fortress, are you willing to shoot 20,000 arrows?"

Ragnar looked incredible and heartbroken. Seeing him like this, Rurik couldn't help pinching his waist with his hands: "How? Our Ross Army was dispatched, and the momentum was naturally huge. What is a mere 20,000 arrows? My backup arrows are still there. There are many."

This is a truth. Ross has launched more than 200,000 people in the territory into combat readiness since last fall.

While Ludov was mobilizing his Saxon kin, the Danes who followed, to build a strong fortress of Aleb, the Rus were desperately making arrows.

A large number of children of Shi Junzhilu have nothing to do in winter, and they all start to make arrows. The cost of such an action is naturally very high, and almost all the poultry in Russia are bald, so that the feathers of a large number of arrows are mixed with various small feathers.

However, the Ross Army has reserved 100,000 arrows for common use. Even if there are a lot of cheap items in it, they will be put into today's actual combat based on the principle of improvisation.

Ragnar had nothing to say, and now Rurik explained a new task: "I heard that the enemy's commander-in-chief is named Ludov, and he is a great noble."

"I know? What? Afraid that I will kill him when I go to the city and steal your merit?"

"No. The rest of the fight is yours. I only have one request."

"what?"

"Try to catch as much as possible. You need slaves, and I need that Ludov alive."

"Why?" Ragnar felt absurd and shook his head directly: "You are willing to shoot 20,000 arrows, and any enemy will be killed by you?!"

"If that person dies, there is nothing we can do. If he is alive, we must capture him alive. We can keep it for later."

"Really? For example, as a sacrifice."

"That would be a waste. I think it is more useful for this Ludoff to have a life than to die. I bet you that the king of the Franks is likely to give out a lot of gold and silver in exchange for this man's life."

Hearing that, Ragnar's eyes lit up: "Is it possible?"

"If they don't pay the ransom, the prisoner will be burned to death, and we will have nothing to lose. Remember, the more extraordinary you are, the more you have to keep it. Bring more ropes, and be sure to catch the ones alive."

"All right."

...

The rest of the battle was completely meaningless for the defenders.

After all, it was twenty thousand arrows and a thousand javelins, accompanied by the sniping of the crossbow, and the large number of stones thrown by the bull catapult.

The small fortress is already full of corpses, and the entire fortress looks like a tomb. Strangely, at first glance, there is a huge wheat field in the fortress.

Liudov finally reached the end of the arrow attack. He estimated that the enemy was about to attack, and immediately ordered his subordinates: "Bow bearers, prepare to counterattack. Brothers, we must repel them."

However, few responded to him.

Just seeing that there were only a dozen people with symbolic voices, he knew that he had lost the battle, but the siege army did not give him time to think.

Liudov heard a deafening roar, and he cautiously exposed half of his face, and suddenly an arrow flew toward him.

His face was already injured, a sackcloth was wrapped around his head, and a helmet was just put on his head. The stubby arrow weighed half a pound and directly penetrated the leather helmet, easily knocking it away from Liudov's head. As long as the arrow was any lower, Liudov's life would be over.

He hurriedly hid behind the battlements, his eyes stared like copper bells, his entire face was pale and bloodless, and his heart was beating wildly as if it was about to explode.

With just this glimpse, he saw Normans with various hideous patterns on their upper bodies, either holding iron swords, or grasping axes, and even some madmen who had their mouths broken and broken blades, carrying a large number of ladders to attack the fortress.

The defensive line of the city wall collapsed in an instant, because the defenders had no resistance at all.

Liudov had no way to retreat. In principle, he could not commit suicide, nor did he wish to die at the hands of the Normans.

He subconsciously took a few entourage soldiers down the city wall, retreated in the inner fort field full of arrow feathers, and reunited with some soldiers who had successfully survived the arrows.

After some inventory, he was sure that he had fewer than fifty soldiers on hand, and what was worse was that the noble soldiers he brought from the Westphalian fief had almost disappeared.

"Sir, what should we do?!"

"The enemy has climbed over the wall!"

"Are we all going to die here?!"

Liudov couldn't promise his subordinates safety. He almost broke his teeth, the wound on his head cracked, and the blood soaked the sackcloth that wrapped his head and half of his face.

He didn't give any orders because as many as a hundred berserkers had already entered the inner fort.

Ragnar kept his word, and this was the first men to break into the inner castle. As the king of the New Kingdom of Denmark, this behavior really makes many lords admire.

Because the lords deliberately stayed behind, seeing Ragnar and his brothers aggressively oppressing the small group of armed men in the fortress, they immediately joined them with their subordinates.

Without encountering any resistance, Ragnar felt that his previous battle was a joke. The enemy's momentum is very weak?

Holding his steel sword at the retreating enemy, he roared in Norse-Danish dialect: "Are any of you Ludov? Who is Ludov? Surrender to me!"

calling his name. As for surrender? ! Pooh!

At this moment, it would be cowardly to keep silent. Ludov, wearing a blood-stained bandage, raised his sword and roared in Saxon: "I am Ludov! Norman! Are you going to duel with me?"

The wounded Liudov was so conspicuous that Ragnar easily noticed that the speaker was a wounded man. A wounded man is still fighting? The enemy's commander-in-chief was a ruthless man, and with only a few soldiers left in his hand, he planned to duel.

It stands to reason that Ragnar can completely accept this kind of confrontation. Some disputes between tribes are resolved by sending brave men from both sides to duel, which is a habit in the Danish world.

However, the opponent is a man who has converted to God, and this person is not entitled to the "Danish Dueling Law".

"You are Ludov? My enemy?!"

"It's me! Norman, who are you?!"

"I am Ragnar! The real Ragnar of Denmark! Ragnar, son of Sigurd of the Ring! From now on, the world will know my name, Ludov, and I will capture you alive."

If you say that it was captured alive, it really meant to be captured alive. Ragnar was already prepared, so he threw a lot of hemp ropes tied with nooses.

The noose immediately wrapped around the soldier's head, and was immediately pulled over.

Since the target has been determined, Ragnar's attitude is naturally to kill all the other enemies.

Liudov, who was already tired, wanted to break free after being hit in his head, but he was discouraged after struggling. He was thirsty and hungry, and he had consumed a lot of stamina to deal with the battle before.

Ragnar saw the man completely disarmed, his knees and legs pressed against his neck, forcing Ludov to nearly suffocate. A group of berserkers were instructed to hold the ropes, tying Ludoff tightly like a prey.

For the rest of the Berserkers, the raid on the inner castle begins!

People are willing to believe Ragnar's pie, the so-called stubborn resistance of the enemy is to protect the mountains of silver coins and gold in the fortress.

However, they searched for all the supplies, but not only did they find no gold and silver, but they saw corpses lying on the side of the house and a group of dying people. is a woman! many women. Too bad it's dead. The living people all have their mouths peeled and their faces wilted, and only half a breath is left.

Disappointed, the warriors lost even the thought of wielding their swords to kill against a group of dying men.

They are still looking for gold and silver everywhere, and they take into their arms some useful things they can find, but it is precisely the gold and silver that they find very little.

Meanwhile, the stones that blocked the gates began to be moved, and Ragnar's cronies were clearing the barriers.

All the cross flags flying in the fortress were cut down, especially the Frankish Three Lions flag which was folded completely after being captured by Ragnar. After all, this is the battle flag of the Frankish Charlemagne, and it is a huge honor to capture this battle flag!

For a split second, Ragnar felt that he was a greater being than the Lord Godfrey was decades ago. The leader of the alliance did his best to resist the Frankish invasion, and he, leading Denmark and other Viking heroes, directly destroyed the invading Frankish army and captured a Frankish nobleman.

The raven flag, which symbolizes Odin, is flying, and the warriors watching are doing their best to make a loud noise to boost the momentum.

Facing the scene where Ragnar's blood was surging, he stood on a high place with his sword held high and received the support of tens of thousands of soldiers.

In this scene, it seems that the entire Rus army and even the floating ships are cheering for the new Danish king.

"This kid can really show off." Arik gave his brother a disdainful look, and said to his brother: "Rurik, I'd rather you stand there and receive applause, I'd rather have our flag flying."

"You are angry for me? A small fortress is nothing to talk about. The war will burn into the Frankish territory, and I want to take a detour to attack Hamburg, how about it?"

"Okay! I know the way!" Arik was overjoyed and asked again, "How about that noble Liudov you care about?"

"Let's wait and see. Hope it's alive."

After a while, Ragnar felt comfortable enough, so he hoisted Ludoff, bound like a caterpillar, from the city wall, and finally dragged it directly to the ground, and more than a dozen people dragged the rope directly to Rurik. .

"Look. It's this guy, the noble Ludoff you want."

Rurik led a group of generals from Ross and leaned over to watch the man whose clothes were extremely embarrassing.

Liudov opened his eyes, and he couldn't move his mouth to say: "Stop humiliating me, kill me, let me die."

"Let you die? Don't you think about it." Rurik patiently squatted down on his feet and patted the man's face: "I heard that you are a Saxon, why did you become a Frankish noble? I would rather die than surrender. If you are willing to commit suicide, I admire you."

"You... who are you?"

"Me? I am Rurik, the King of Rus. You are in the hands of our Rus-Danish coalition. You won't lose. Now surrender to me. I will not insult you or let you die."

"You...are a barbarian."

Suddenly, Rurik smiled and said a long passage in fluent Latin, which immediately stunned Ludov.

"You? You know the sacred language? Unbelievable, you are a barbarian!"

"Do you know what I just said?"

"I don't know."

"Moses was in Egypt, always thinking of Canaan, and he never gave up when he was suffering. Ludoff, you are suffering now, you can bear it. I can let you go back, but I want some ransom, maybe your Frankish king will pay This money, or if you pay me a lot of wheat from your territory, I will give you back your freedom. As long as you surrender, I can untie you now, you look hungry and thirsty~www.novelhall.com ~I can feed you. Listen, Horrick has been captured by me, and all of Jutland has lost your power. There is no point in your insistence, because we are about to take revenge on your king. Surrender! "

Hearing the military threat from the young King Russ, Liudov no longer dared to think about the future. Because the main force of his master Prince Ludwig had been fighting Lothair, this huge Norman army suddenly attacked, and Ludwig was going to suffer a big defeat.

But this Rus king is very interesting. As a Saxon, does he really want to work for the top Frankish nobles? There is also the story of Moses' exodus from Egypt. This Rus king is actually trying to persuade himself to endure humiliation and bear the burden? !

In this world, the nobility of identity needs to be maintained by a powerful army. Although he is an earl, he has lost almost all the elite soldiers, and the earl has nothing to show.

"Okay!" Liudov twisted his head to the side and reluctantly said, using only some Latin words he knew, "I surrender."

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