Chapter 988： 3 games against Bremen

Arik's squadron did not know what kind of chaotic battle would take place on the Elbe, because it was not their own battle.

Squadrons have great missions of their own.

The murderous fleet directly attacked Bremen, which had been smashed to pieces. Perhaps there was still a large army of the Frankish army stationed there. Even so, the brothers had to attack the crowd with less.

There is no need to do pre-war agitation anymore, everyone in the army knows their mission.

Sailing in the icy Atlantic Ocean, they circumnavigated the coastline as fast as they could and plunged into the massive, thinly icy Weser River.

"There's ice here! Brothers, be careful."

"Be careful when you go to the toilet, you will die if you fall into the ice water."

Because the squadron has entered the inland river, some people in the team have arrived here for the third time and have a better understanding of the hydrological conditions here.

It is not far from Bremen, and a large number of eager warriors have begun to entrenched on the deck.

They were doing all sorts of things, either talking to each other, or reorganizing their armaments. Everyone believed that when the brothers returned to Bremen, the battle they longed for would come.

Arik looked at the mast of the flagship and ordered: "Raise the flag and inform the entire army to prepare for the landing operation."

A white flag with a strong black skull drawn on it is really the emblem of a royal pirate, but Arik thinks it is just right for him this time.

After all, there are royal pirates from Saaremaa in their army. The squadron’s trip was a bit like a sneak attack by pirates, and everyone’s mission was even crazier than that of pirates—to kill the enemy without mercy.

The flagship hoisted such a flag, and the Finnish Count Jevlo, who was standing on the wingship, commented on him with great interest.

"Look, that's the king's eldest brother. Are we pirates this time? Thanks to their fancy, we Suomis also have the opportunity to be pirates."

As a result, a deck full of Finnish longbowmen stood on the wingship, and they all laughed when they heard what the Count said.

Laugh and laugh. In the past seven months, the Finnish flag team has no combat attrition, and now the flag team still maintains a very high level of fullness.

No one believed in their ability to advance the fight, but everyone believed that these people were brothers with very solid rear fire support.

As for the standing army, especially the veteran Grund, he was indifferent to the raised skull and crossbones flag.

The standing army has its own glory, and Grund has his own personal glory.

The standing army absorbed a group of capable personnel from other flag teams to form an army that dared to fight. He thumped his shields and chanted a few cheering slogans at the paddling brothers, and the brothers continued paddling.

The squadron is a mix of small, medium and large sailboats with long oars, so that the oars tow the sailboats and sail along the coastline smoothly.

Those longboats with oars were first and foremost inland towing boats, and secondly they were landing ships.

Swords and axes were polished to a lustrous finish, and the oarsmen were all dressed in chainmail.

Veteran Grund and his nearly 100 elites were even more heavily armored. Because the goal is not far away.

Ships easily broke through the thin ice on the Weser River in the deep winter, when the water flow was very gentle. Everyone felt that the river could not be completely frozen this year, which was really conducive to the army's in-depth combat.

If the longboat continues to row backwards after the bridge is demolished, will it be possible to find the source of the Weser River, whether there are cities and villages nearby, and whether it will be a big fortune from looting.

People don't want to think about it anymore, but because the woods by the river gradually disappear, they see a new city rising from the ground where Bremen should be.

Arik's eyes widened, and the soldiers were amazed.

"What's going on here? Could it be that the city rose from the ground? We clearly burned Bremen to ashes. Could it be that Frank's **** gave them a gift?"

Arik, who was talking to himself, was shocked at first, but then he showed greedy and hungry saliva.

"Haha, they secretly built a city, and they should throw a lot of property here." He drew out his double swords, and the double swords pointed directly. "Brothers, blow the horn! Beat the war drum! Let's fight!"

The bone-chilling wind was blowing on many warriors, and Arik stood on the bow of the flagship ship in the bitter wind like an immortal Aesir warrior.

He was in his early thirties, and he was the pinnacle of every aspect of a Nordic man.

Before long, the madman had entered the middeck, and he was determined to lead the charge.

Unexpectedly, the guest emerged from the shelter of the forest, and the few patrollers on the humble wooden wall in Bremen saw the situation impressively.

The Frankish defenders were taken aback, and in a panic, they tore their voices and kept yelling at the enemy, followed by blowing horns and drums, just to inform everyone that the battle would break out.

Thousands of people are just sheltering from the cold in the wooden sheds in the city. The Sorbians, Franks, and the weak soldiers who stay in the newly built city of Bremen, as well as a small number of healthy soldiers, are responsible for taking care of some of the reserves of the army who have settled here. .

Frostbite people recuperate here, and people injured in previous battles have to resign here.

A resident clergyman was there to appease the frustrations and complaints of the soldiers, and to preside over regularly in the new humble monastery.

They seem to be forgotten people, but the king and other healthy brothers insisted on going north, and the total number of remnants placed in the rear was as many as 3,000, and he was somewhat overjoyed.

They were delighted that they didn't have to fight the winter hard enough to keep marching.

That coursing had now turned into fear.

Open the wooden door to escape? Do not! Frigid snow-covered forests but the cold is deadly, the lonely will freeze to death and then become food for wandering beasts.

"Close the gates!"

"Whoever you are! Stand up if you can afford a weapon!"

"The Norman Pirates are here! We must defend."

Among them, the wounded old Frankish soldiers were well-trained after all. They did not care about the pain of their wounds, but they still made violent movements. They ran through the chaotic alleys in the city to tell everyone, just to tell everyone that the enemy attack was not a joke.

Although the majority of the remaining soldiers had doubts, when they heard another low-pitched trumpet sound accompanied by the low-pitched drum, they were all horrified.

This is the horn of the Normans, and the remnants here prefer to call it "the voice from hell".

As a result, more people stood on the simple wooden city wall, and a small number of bow bearers climbed the simple tower.

No matter what kind of grievances or discrimination in the past, all the defenders at this moment are facing the same danger.

All the Sorbians who could move stood up with their short spears, even if their toes were frozen and necrotic.

Frank's wounded soldiers, whose faces were frostbitten, put on a tin helmet and a layer of chainmail. At first glance, they were still elite.

There is no doubt that the two centurions who were responsible for guarding the granary became the main force of the upcoming defensive operation. The two centurions had long been authorized to guard Bremen, and they were one and the other. Originally, they regretted that they could not continue to fight northwards. Facing the current situation, they regretted even more.

Because there were too many Norman soldiers landing.

The oak keel smashed the ice, and then slammed into the riverside mud.

After all, the Ross Squadron is too familiar with the hydrological conditions in this area. This is their third operation. Many people were worried that they would not be able to fight this time. As a result, the Franks gave a very high-profile opportunity.

The berserker wearing a helmet decorated with a bear head bravely disembarked, and the veteran Grund took the lead.

While jogging forward, he held the sword in his right hand high, and made a special wave to make everyone form an array.

He roared again: "Brother with a tomahawk, prepare to chop down the enemy's wooden wall! Follow me!"

It is a good way to destroy ordinary wooden fortresses by slamming the wooden gate with a large log.

They didn't plan to fight a siege battle, but they saw that the enemy's wooden wall was not thick, so they used a little strength to directly "sappers to tear down the wall".

Seeing that Grund's group took the lead in charging, these guys stole the limelight. Arik who was so angry that before the boat landed on the beach, he simply jumped off the glacier with his two swords, and slammed the bone-piercing river ashore.

He roared like a lion and ran in a very strange posture with his swords held high, which really inspired the brothers behind him, and even most importantly established the direction of the attack.

Behind Arik were some veterans of the First Banner, and a large group of temporarily recruited Saxon servants.

Old Rus, Swedes, Danes and Saxons, there were nearly 800 people who landed at first, and they have a unified name-Normans.

These people sprinted too fast to complete the occupation of the bridge without encountering any enemy blocking.

Their original purpose was to defeat the bridge guards and demolish the bridge to cut off the enemy's line of communication. Now, they just want to burn the re-emerging city of Bremen.

Arik and Grund have already led people to rush under the wooden wall one after another. The brothers with crossbows began to strike the defenders on the wall with precision, and some brothers with big axes immediately began to smash the wall.

The precious double-edged axe was vigorously swung by a strong man like a polar bear, and when it was rounded, it hit the wooden wall fiercely, and immediately splashed some sawdust mixed with ice.

However, the effect is not good.

The newly felled pine is used as the main material for the wooden wall, and the trunk itself is rich in water, which prevents the water from freezing due to its activity. Now, the moisture inside these pine wood has been mixed with lignin to form a special strong material. If the Frankish defenders poured river water on the wooden wall, it will be able to strengthen the wall with water ice.

The defenders did not splash water to make an ice city, and the sturdiness of their walls should not be underestimated.

However, the offensive of the Rus army was so fierce that those who were still standing on the wall and still standing on the wood were shot and killed, and fell like birds with arrows.

The archer on the watchtower has long been lost and killed by random arrows.

Outside the city, Ross warriors were still desperately ramming the frozen wooden walls with axes, and crossbowmen aimed at any enemy who dared to show their faces with their wounded weapons.

Most of the Russ warriors and Saxon allies, who were still unable to participate in the battle, burst out with roars of roars that beat the waves just outside the city along with the rhythm of the axe-wielding berserkers smashing the walls.

However, Arik and Grund do not know how many enemies are hidden in the city surrounded by wooden walls.

Would the Frankish army be frightened by these roars?

Almost all the defenders were wounded, and among them, the soldiers of the Frankish Standing Army became the backbone of the army's morale.

These people were all in armour, and they persevered even when they were wounded. They formed a dense formation, with swords, axes, and spearheads pointed in the direction of the rumbling noise.

They didn't have the guts to rush out of town and fight the Normans to the death, but they did have the guts to fight back after a wooden wall collapsed, and they did.

With their will to build up the defenders, those Sorbian slave soldiers also stood up.

The resident priest stood there, raised his right hand holding the cross, and arranged spiritual buffs for the entire army.

The defenders did not dare to talk to each other, their faces were solemn and numb.

There were more than 2,500 defenders who could participate in the battle. Of course, some of them were strong enough to use short spears as wooden staff, just because they didn't want to sit still.

Therefore, it is precisely that they collectively maintained a terrifying silence, which made the battle seem to be only a few defenders at the top of the city throwing debris outside, and it seemed that the entire wooden fortress was very few.

How can Arik and Grund, who are in a hurry, have time to think about this, the brothers just want to make a gap and grab the baby.

Meanwhile, the belated Finnish longbowmen finally completed their landing.

If the distance was right, Yevro had already ordered a rain of arrows to support him.

He formed a team on the shore, and deliberately led his subordinates to watch the actions of the brothers who smashed the wall as if they were watching a play.

Some of his subordinates heard the news: "Lord Count, what are those Russ doing? Are they doing a logging competition here?"

"Maybe. It looks like the city lacks defenders, and our friends don't need to be so troubled."

Yevluo's idea was very simple, which caused his subordinates to temporarily line up and walk alone to the messy front line under the wall.

The short stature Yevluo found the guy who was clamoring for two swords in the crowd.

"Arik, what are you doing!?"

Seeing that the friendly army finally landed, the excited Arik directly asked: "Your people have finally landed, let them provide support."

"Support? Is it just a battle of wits and bravery with this boring wall?"

"No! Projectile! Attack the defenders in the city."

"Is it necessary? This city lacks defense, and you are now wasting time with your brothers to increase fatigue."

"Bah! You don't understand." Arik shook his head and the excitement on his face did not disappear: "I swear by honor, I feel a deep murderous aura. I feel that there are enemies behind the city walls. Listen, do as I say! "

"Okay. It's time for my men to move their arms anyway."

Deep murder? How did Arik figure it out?

Yevro couldn't refute anything, so he ordered his subordinates to continue to advance in a phalanx pattern, and then ordered: "Archers! Ten arrows! Target fortress! Projectile! Free fire!"

All are short phrases, and Yevro's orders are accurately conveyed.

These short-statured Finnish Suomis, they can be described as the characteristic troops trained by Yevlo. The level of personal melee combat of this group of people is not bad, but the level of combat in formation is sloppy, because almost all of the time is spent on practicing archery.

The Finnish flag team of Yevlo belongs to the standing army of the country of Finland. Each soldier is a madman with thicker arms than his legs. He maintains a longbow with the same height as them. Torsion slingshot with heavy arrows from the javelin.

Only God knows how many enemies are in the city and whether they are armored.

The whole flag team shot ten times, and finally more than 5,000 arrows gave a "gift package" to the enemy whose situation was unknown. He felt that he was worthy of Arik's demands by doing so.

The longbow was stretched as much as possible, and the soldiers faced the sky at a very exaggerated angle, as if they were shooting with a bow.

Now there must be a southerly wind from the north wind. Therefore, the main direction of the Russ army is the wooden wall in the west of the siege of Bremen. Yevro is setting up an arrow array here. He must also adapt to and take advantage of the north wind.

Because it is a free shot, the arrows simply fly in a random manner.

The high-level arrows such as whirling feather arrows require some means to be made, and Finns are too lazy to make them, and even their arrows are mostly two pieces of rain. Arrows are relatively simple, and as a consumable, what the Finns need is cost performance.

Yevluo brought his own arrows to join the coalition. His inventory has not been exhausted. He is about to consume it in this battle, and he will use Ross's mass-produced standard arrows.

The quality of the arrow is average, but the arrow cluster is not ordinary. After all, the cast iron arrow cluster is really a mass-produced material, or it can be an arrow cluster or a nail, both of which come from the same casting embryo.

The cheap arrows that fell from the sky still had a strong lethality. The north wind was blowing and the whole wind was deflected, but when it fell, it showed a 90° drop angle that was easily broken.

Countless black threads fell from the sky, piercing the leather helmet, piercing the head, piercing the shoulder, hitting the lungs, and hitting the soles of the feet, causing the frostbitten feet to ooze pus. Even piercing the arm holding the sword.

The pained defenders couldn't bear it at all, and the dense arrows were lost without any order. The army that was still holding on was gradually collapsed, and they were hiding everywhere in a mess, and there was a loud rumbling sound. This was the roar, scream, wailing, and desperate cry of the defenders.

Any concealment by the defenders is meaningless, because someone has opened the side door without authorization, and the escape operation has begun.

Yevluo, who was in charge of the archery, was shocked, "Arik, you are right! Are there all enemies in it?!"

Stunned, he immediately adjusted his order: "All brothers obey! Ten more arrows! Those who are more powerful use heavy arrows!"

As a result, the wailing and shouting of the defenders could only be exchanged for even more fury from the siege Ross army.

The damned wall prevented the two armies from fighting, and Arik heard the mourning inside the wall from outside the city. It felt like a pot of boiling water was poured on a bound live wild boar, causing the beast to scream wildly.

Both he and Grund are getting the brothers to smash walls as fast as possible, until it looks like the base of a wall has been nearly chopped down.

Some ropes were thrown into the sky, and they were caught in the high gaps and corners of the wooden wall, and they began to be pulled by hundreds of soldiers.

Finally, hundreds of people reasonably pulled a badly damaged wooden wall with multiple ropes, and it finally collapsed.

All the cover was gone, and a decisive battle finally began.

The Ross Army was shocked by the chaotic scene in the city, and they regained consciousness in an instant.

Arik with two swords was finally able to lead the charge, and more than 30 berserkers followed behind him.

Followed by Grund and his dozens of good friends, this kind of berserker wearing extremely heavy armor and holding blunt weapons, rushed into the city together.

It's like a steel meat grinder facing a piece of meat They directly overwhelmed those Frankish heavily armored defenders who were stubbornly resisting, and more Russ soldiers filed in from the wide groove. The number of Russ troops was obviously too small in absolute numbers. They were like a rainbow, and they quickly overwhelmed the last defenders. Then they launched indiscriminate killings in the face of people who were running around, lost their souls, and begging for mercy.

This is the blood sacrifice Odin longed for by the Normans.

They are doing it!

Bremen once again turned into a meat grinder, and blood turned into a stream, offering terrifying red and weird steam for this cold snowy land.

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