Chapter 969： The End of the Earl of Flanders

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These heavily armored warriors are strong and burly, standing on the battlefield like a pagoda.

They often wield two-handed tomahawks that can pierce, cutting down the enemies in front of them like logging.

A stab, the spear will see blood. A single cut will shatter bones.

Even just ramming from the side can stun the enemy.

These blond Nordic strong men lived up to Rurik's high expectations, and it was the most correct choice to keep them as a tactical reserve team.

Not only Grund's group, but the more than 300 soldiers who joined the battle behind them all used round shields to form a shield wall, which was indeed like "a wedge inserted into a wooden block".

They made a strong invasion and successfully completed the slack cutting of the Counties of Flanders. As a result, a circle was formed. The Count Baudouin, who was trapped in the circle, just wanted to break through. Facing all the iron men, he could only Can helplessly continue to resist.

As for the reinforcements blocked outside?

Do not! There are no reinforcements at all.

The morale of the Boguo Army has collapsed! Whenever the army was driven out of the circle, they completely abandoned their line, and the fief knights refused to fulfill their obligations of allegiance.

They have already killed a lot of people, and they have persisted at the risk of considerable casualties. It is already based on the special buff of the bishop's blessing, and they have tried their best to do their best.

However, the enemy is the devil!

No one could overwhelm the Normans, and now it was a one-sided killing by the opponent.

The Boguo army was beaten to the point of losing their helmets and armor. In order to escape quickly, the peasant soldiers threw away their weapons and scrambled to the south on the mud battlefield with bare hands.

Those fief knights also fled in a hurry, going straight to the horses placed in the rear, intending to take the horses and flee.

As for the rescue of the besieged Count, there are indeed lower-level knights who insist on morality and insist on saving them.

The offensive was ruthlessly interrupted by the Ross Army. Those warriors with bear heads were monsters, and now the monsters started to counterattack.

The few soldiers who threw the crossbow, their decision-making is really a chicken thief.

Since killing the enemy is the merit of blood sacrifice to Odin, sniping with a crossbow is also a good means of meritorious deeds. There are many enemies, and they can escape quickly. It is like hunting a herd of wild deer. Don’t think about taking an axe to chop off the deer’s head, or shooting arrows from a long distance.

Kneeling, winding, aiming, and shooting, the movements were all done in one go, and an enemy fell to the ground with an arrow in the back...

They were indecisive in their pursuit, and the battlefield evolved into more than one hundred people chasing nearly two thousand people.

If a Russ cavalry is suddenly killed, ruthlessly trampling, slashing, and stabbing, the enemy will suffer a devastating blow.

However, the enemy ran faster than the snow fox, and the skillful appearance made the brave Ross warriors contempt.

In the distance, the priest carrying the cross saw the whole process of the battle.

The young priest's legs trembled, and Bishop Paul Feder fainted several times.

The bishop finally woke up, and at this moment, he saw that there were panicked soldiers everywhere, and they were escaping in the direction of Ghent like no other.

In an instant, the bishop cheered up. He opened his old arms and asked loudly at the fleeing people: "Where is the Count?! Don't run away! Drive out the barbarians for the sake of faith! What you do is betrayal of your faith."

However, the fief knight on horseback did not show any respect to the bishop, and the horse swept past, splashing a lot of mud, but the bishop himself washed his face.

Affected by this humiliation, the bishop did not care about his dignity, and in a panic, he continued to curse at the back of the fleeing man on horseback, and even threatened to deprive him of his religious status.

However, the young priest leaned over and shivered and asked the soul, "pada...are we going to evacuate. Those savages..."

As long as you look at the current situation, you know that running is the best.

But he saw Bishop Paul Feder suddenly possessed like an angel. His trembling right hand grabbed the sterling silver cross on his chest, kissed it fiercely, and then took over the huge cross carried by the little priest. "Go away all of you! God is with me, and I will convince these barbarians to stop the killing and convert to the right path."

The priests felt that their teachers had gone mad. No matter how devout their faith was, could the blood-stained savages listen to a word now?

The little priests, who were unmoved, were reprimanded again, and reluctantly abandoned the bishop and fled in a hurry.

If the earl dies, it's all over. At least the army that Boguo had put in a lot of effort to assemble was defeated today. After asking themselves, the bishop felt that he had to pay a lot of responsibility for the defeat.

He felt that he had no face to return to the monastery in Ghent, so he simply took the posture of a martyr, carrying the sacred cross to face the barbarians. He still said something in his mouth: "If I had known that, I should have stayed in Ghent. God, I encouraged them to fight, I am a sinner."

Among all the people who fled in a hurry, he was the only one who went in the opposite direction and preached to the Rusian soldiers who were constantly chasing the blood-stained shields as a preacher.

Although no one listened to the old man's clamour, his bold move shocked everyone.

"What is this monk doing? Is he really not afraid of death?"

"Don't kill him. Your Majesty has an order, and you will be rewarded for catching a monk. This guy came in person, and just happened to be kidnapped by us and presented to His Majesty."

As a result, the cross carried by the bishop was trampled off by the soldiers wearing armor and bear heads, and his hands and feet were tied with ropes. Like a hunted deer, he was picked up by the soldiers and walked towards the direction of the fleet.

At this time, the battle in the encirclement is already the end of the garbage time.

Count Baudouin was protected by his cronies, but there were not many soldiers left in the circle.

The unarmored versus the heavily armored, the battle is completely one-sided.

The shield wall of the Rus-Danish coalition was almost indestructible. Swords and spearheads were constantly protruding from the gaps, and even long-handled halberds fell from the sky to peck, so that the soldiers in the circle could only be beaten passively.

The encirclement was shrinking rapidly, and at this moment Rurik did not know that the Count himself not only participated in the battle but was also within the encirclement.

What he issued was an order to kill without mercy, unless the real nobles and priests were caught.

The more it gets to the end, the more stubbornly the enemies in the circle resist.

Baudouin himself drew his sword and insisted on fighting, and frequently encouraged his cronies to persevere to the end for the honor of faith.

They also fully believed that there was no possibility of surrender at this time, and that the Normans would only sacrifice prisoners of war to the barbaric gods, and die in a humiliating way.

There were still more than 50 people in their circle who were stubbornly resisting. They spontaneously formed a circular formation and stacked towers and shields on top of each other. The formation of this formation did make it somewhat difficult for the Ross army to deploy the formation.

The Rus-Danish coalition forces were also a little tired. There were **** corpses on both sides' feet and feet, and the black mud was dyed dark red. Not only was the air confused with the smell of mud, but also the strange smell of rust.

It was like a wild boar that was hunted was suddenly thrown at the feet of a group of soldiers, Rurik took a good look at his bear-headed warriors, and asked loudly: "You went to chase the routed soldiers, why did you suddenly return. This prey is a monk?"

For the first young and strong warrior, he first beat his chest with his right hand and saluted, "It must be a high priest. He came to us with a cross, maybe he wanted to say something to you."

"Really? If it's a high-ranking priest, you've done a great job."

Rurik kicked the tied old guy, who seemed to be feigning death, or was in a state of being slaughtered by the neck.

"Fool. I don't want to kill you." The words were spoken in Latin, and the words immediately caused Bishop Paul Federer to squirm.

Like a carp, the old guy kept twisting and shouting. It wasn't until the soldier held it down firmly that his voice became clear.

Rurik was overjoyed, and immediately lowered his head to ask in detail.

"I didn't expect you to be the bishop of Ghent. Tell me your specific identities and who is this army."

In this way, the bishop stated the matter bluntly: "Baudouin, Count of Flanders, leads an army against you. He is either dead or still fighting."

"The Count is actually in the chaos?" Rurik changed his face in an instant, and then laughed excitedly.

He did not expect to be able to capture Baudouin alive, but he must be sure from a well-dressed corpse that the deceased was the Count himself.

"I also thought that I should attack Ghent directly and force it to admit my arrangement in the Netherlands. If he is dead, I don't have to negotiate." Rurik said to himself, thinking for a moment, He felt that there was no need to negotiate with Baudouin about anything. In this era when the fist is king, although war is a continuation of politics, all forces believe that war is a shortcut to solve problems, and Rurik cannot be exempted from it.

Instead of cursing, the bishop begged in Latin to end the killing.

"Are you worthy of negotiating terms with us?" Rurik gave him a contemptuous look, and immediately scared the bishop to shut up.

"Indeed, I will not kill you. Your saint of the north, Esquier, is all right in Saxony, and I am friends with the old fellow. As bishop of Ghent, you are useful to me, and I will take you to the north... "

Rurik said something, the amount of information was too huge for the bishop to hear, and what shocked him even more was a blond Norman leader who was fluent in Latin, which was unimaginable.

"Pull him off, no abuse."

After giving the order, Rurik decided to end the final battle in a short time.

He already knew that the last enemy had formed a battle, and since the opponents were all more elite soldiers, the Ross army would storm or add some unnecessary casualties. He temporarily ordered the entire army to maintain a confrontational state.

Some soldiers withdrew, and they had a special mission.

Thirty torsion slingshots, which were quickly pushed to the rear after being shot once in front of the formation, and have not been used since.

They had their place again, and now each slide was fitted with a cast-iron bullet, and after charging, the soldiers pushed them towards the periphery of the encirclement.

The warriors were instructed to clear a wide path, and Rurik and Ragnar themselves stood in front of the battle with a firm and terrifying stride.

A special man becomes a very critical microphone.

Henry Nassau, because he is good at speaking Frankish, is now making a procedural exhortation to surrender.

With King Ross and King of Denmark by his side, Henry Nassau was very confident at the moment.

"Soldiers of Flanders! You have no chance! Standing in front of you are the kings of Denmark and Rus, very heroic Norman kings, who promised to keep your life safe as long as you lay down your weapons."

It was Frankish, and Baudouin was even more angry when he heard this. He yelled: "Which Frankish nobleman betrayed his faith and betrayed your king? He even surrendered to the Norman pirates! I am Baudouin, Count of Flanders! I'd rather die than surrender to the barbarians."

Is it the Count Baudouin himself? !

Henry Nassau, realizing the crisis of the situation, hurriedly informed Rurik after translating this important event.

"Baudouin...a proud count?"

"Maybe he's arrogant and we should capture him. Even if he... would rather die than surrender."

"No." Rurik shook his head. "He killed himself."

As a result, those torsion slingshots were placed in front of the battle, and the Ross Army, who was afraid of being accidentally injured, relaxed the encirclement.

The last Flemish soldiers with shields realized that the situation was not good, but unfortunately there was no way back.

Rurik's eyes were bloodshot, and he took off his helmet in the hope that Count Baudouin would take a good look at his face before he was killed.

Here stood a brawny man, his golden ponytail wet and conspicuous in the light rain, his well-trimmed beard dripping with water.

"shooting!"

With an order, the execution begins.

The projectile smashed the soldier's shield at close range, the Flemish warrior was penetrated, and the once sturdy shield wall was smashed with holes.

But these elite squires built walls of flesh and blood for their beliefs, and they were very good at delivering a fatal blow to Baudouin.

At this point, there were not many living people, and Baudouin looked around, surrounded by the eyes of the Normans, and the corpses all over the place.

"Strange, no one died." Ragnar muttered disdainfully.

"Don't worry. Next is the crossbow target, and the last enemy is sure to die."

It was at this moment that Henry Nassau saw that some of the last enemy was well-dressed, and it was so well-dressed that the mud could not hide it.

"Count? Is the count here? If you're still alive, this is your last chance." Nassau asked loudly.

Now, Baudouin saw his squires die tragically in front of him. Their bodies were smashed into pieces by the projectiles fired by the strange weapons.

He didn't want to surrender, but the trembling of his body could not be stopped by his mind.

He was terrified, his teeth chattering, his rough face spasmed, his sword-wielding hand was Parkinson's.

He was powerless to respond, unable to even open his mouth to curse.

Henry Nassau, who felt more and more strange, hurriedly blocked by himself when Rurik had already laid out the arrow formation.

"King of Ross, enough is enough. It is very likely that the great nobles themselves are hidden there. Why should you kill him now. Just send a few people to capture them all alive."

"Get out of the way." Rurik pushed and shoved, still wanting to grant death to these benevolent rivals.

Unexpectedly, Nassau said something like this: "At least I want to find the great noble of Flanders and let him admit that the Netherlands, including Utrecht and Groningen, belongs to my country, otherwise, they will surely be There will be frequent harassment, which is not good for you. Their big nobles may be there."

"Is that so? Good."

Rurik finally ended the execution, which made the soldiers who were planning to watch the show rather discouraged.

A group of soldiers walked aggressively, and immediately disarmed the trembling enemies, and escorted them directly to Rurik.

Nassau continued to question the escorted people: "Now we can talk properly. Which of you is a great noble, is that you?"

He asked directly at the most well-dressed old guy, and then took off his iron helmet with his own hands to reveal his true face.

A ferocious middle-aged man baring his teeth showed a dejected face.

"Let me die! Kill me now."

"Who are you? The Count?" Nassau continued.

But seeing the person spit saliva was so angry that Rurik kicked directly. This kick directly hit his knee, causing him to hug his leg and roll on the ground in pain.

Finally, the well-dressed man reluctantly sat in the mud and cursed fiercely: "I! It is Baudouin, Count of Flanders! You are robbers who have invaded shamelessly! And you, the Frankish who betrayed the faith. God will punish Your sin, the storm will destroy your fleet, the thunder will choke you. You will die soon."

No doubt it was Baudouin, and Rurik nodded.

It's this guy who has a tough mouth and looks like he wants to die.

But Baudouin doesn't have to die, even if it is **** and stuffed into the cabin, and when it arrives in Hamburg and throws it to Ludoff himself, it will be another good show.

After all, in the past, Ludov was the Count of Westphalia, and Baudouin was the Count of Flanders. The fiefs of the two were completely bordered, and they must have known each other.

Just seeing each other again, everything will change.