Chapter 996： This is the most glorious battle in the life of the northerners

The feet were wrapped in cloth or leather, and the short spears and axes were clenched in frostbitten hands. Fifteen hundred Sorbian slave soldiers beat their own humble shields with crude weapons, making a rumbling sound to strengthen themselves.

They were so bloated that it was obvious to the naked eye that they had no armor at all. Such an enemy may not easily cause major damage by slashing with a sword.

Liudov took his elite Saxon peasant soldiers completely out of the main line of the coalition army. The appearance of the duke taking the lead was a great boost to morale.

Rurik looked calm, letting the cold wind blow his golden beard. He recruited messengers and ordered the Finnish longbowmen to provide three rounds of support for the Saxons in the first battle.

As a result, the Finnish flag team, which stood in a strict queue, quickly changed into a linear queue under the order of the Finnish Count Yevlo.

"Everyone! Three arrows! Volley! Act with the flag!"

Yevlo ordered in the Finnish Suomi dialect, and his command was a collection of Suomis, Kovins, Vips and Rudys, all of Pan-Finnish ethnicity. They had no chance to have any contact with the Frankish kingdom, and now these people on the edge of the known world are participating in this great battle.

Their target this round was the Sorbians, a small tribe living in the central European forests, though they didn't know it.

A war has involved so many peoples that the reindeer nomads in the Arctic circle shoot arrows at the Slavs in the forests of Central Europe.

With an order, the flag fell, and the longbow of Takumu, which had strengthened the tenacity of the deer tendons, launched a salvo. The array was filled with the crisp sound of the arrow shaft rubbing against the handle of the bow. In an instant, more than 600 arrows lost their strength and fluttered to Sobu in the north wind. Human offensive queue.

The arrow roared over his head, causing Liudov's PTSD. Just half a year ago, these archers turned their Aleb fortress into hedgehogs. No one knows these short archers better than Liudov. Weird and scary.

Fortunately, this time the Rus army is friendly.

The Sorbs were more or less mentally prepared for this kind of arrow miss. They continued to form a dense formation, supporting each other on the slippery ice. When they heard the buzzing sound from the air, they put their humble wooden shields over the heads of the whole country, and continued to try their best to maintain the formation and continue to move forward.

But the arrows still fell like raindrops, relying on the advantage of numbers to deal probabilistic damage.

The arrow clustered or smashed into the river ice, and was immediately spread out after a trace was chiseled.

Or directly smash through the wooden shield of the Sobnu soldiers, so as to penetrate the arm of the person.

They began to hit the arrows, and the once solid queue began to lose its balance. They are still advancing, that is, the courage at the beginning is being quickly consumed by the arrow rain.

The person hit by the arrow fell on the ice and rolled over while covering the wound. Some people tried to help their companions, but they slipped badly.

It was even in the center of the queue, where the individual wrestling caused a chain reaction, so that nearly a hundred people slipped, and at first glance it seemed that they were all killed.

After three consecutive rounds of missed arrows, the Sobnu soldiers could only maintain the most basic formation. The damage they suffered from the missed arrow was not serious, but the queue became chaotic. Without a suitable front-line commander to reorganize, it was impossible to return to the original organization.

Because the battle is about to begin.

So it was three salvos, and Rurik was worried that his support would hurt the friendly forces and stopped more support. The rest of the fighting Russ army can temporarily watch, since Ludov and his Saxon army are eager for the glory of victory, the opportunity is now.

Liudov, who had lost his decent clothes and did not want to be lost, dressed quite low-key. He was still standing in the thicker part of his line, commanding the entire army in a safe area.

Witnessing the enemy who was smashed to pieces by arrows, the Saxon army was shocked.

Taking advantage of this prestige, Liudov, who felt that the time was ripe, ordered: "Raise the spear and stab them to death! Show no mercy!"

A spear suddenly crossed, and the Saxon soldier held it as flat as possible with both hands. In an instant, thousands of spears formed a hedgehog formation!

"Charge! Kill them! Show no mercy!"

This was Liudov's final order, and the passionate warriors forgot their fears and ignored the wounds and deaths of battle. They ran steadily and steadily on skates, so that the "spear wall push" that should have been steady and steady, became the "barbarian pig push" since ancient times.

On the contrary, this kind of raid was like a rainbow, and the number of combatants on both sides was close. Obviously, the Saxon army was more energetic!

The sudden spear wall attack was a surprise. The Saxon soldiers slid down the ice without worry. Their spikes stomped on a lot of ice chips, and then the spearheads slammed into the Sorbian's unarmored body.

The terrifying fierce battle finally begins.

When the jab begins, the enemy must be stabbed into a blood-red corpse before it can stop. These Saxon soldiers burst out with great courage, or because Duke Ludov was present, they had a reason to fight to the end - all with the hero's grandson.

In the first moment of the collision alone, more than 200 Sobnu soldiers were injured or killed. Countless spearheads stabbed and slapped, and the spear wall formed a wide attack surface. A Sobnu soldier was often attacked by several spears, not a single wooden shield at all.

Some people focus on stabbing, some suddenly ramming from above, and some subordinate Wudi deliberately stabs the enemy's feet and calves.

The short spears of the Sorbs couldn't counteract at all, so they had no choice but to throw the spear out, which was the only damage they could make.

Seeing the casualties of their companions, the Saxons were furious, and their advance was even more fierce.

The Sorbs are still struggling to support Naihe and keep retreating. They have lost many brothers, and the damned wall of spears is still pressing step by step. Are you going to retreat? Do not! Frankish kings would hang those who retreated without permission. But move on, the fight commander is riddled with holes by countless spears. Behold! The ice surface was blood red.

All kinds of things, the Frankish army watching the battle not far away can see it clearly.

The Frankish warriors were happy that it was not themselves who died. All the casualties came from the Sobnu soldiers. These people died when they died. The warriors had no empathy in this regard.

King Ludwig of East Frank pretended to be calm, and he got back on his horse and adjusted his full armor.

He couldn't ignore the humiliation that Rurik of Ross had just done to him, and he finally showed his full courage, a self-proclaimed brave warrior.

It is a tactic to let the Sorbians serve as meat detectives. The so-called let these people deceive the Rus people into disorder, and then the main force will launch an all-out attack. Under normal circumstances, this tactic can always work. Under the premise of knowing that the Russ’ arrows are sharp, Ludwig wants to use the flesh and blood of the Sorbians to deceive the enemy’s long-range firepower and gain opportunities for close combat.

The general environment of the battlefield is too warm, perhaps it is time to judge the situation without any action. After all, the fire in Ludwig's heart has spewed out.

He did not want to wait any longer to organize all the cavalry that had been prepared.

He put out his sword and slapped his tin helmet with the hilt of his crown a few times, making a deliberate noise to attract everyone's attention.

Then, waving his sword, he shouted: "Children of Charlemagne! This is your battle of destiny! Slay the rebels! Slay the barbarians! Charge with me!"

The trumpeters and drummers who had been on standby for a long time immediately made a loud noise, and all the soldiers who had rested for a while were already sharpening their knives.

Behold! The king led the heavy cavalry to attack!

This is the order of the whole army to attack!

In an instant, the Frankish army burst into a huge roar, and the snow in the heather forest behind them was shaken.

At this moment, Ludwig is betting his life. Honor is violated by barbarians, territory is occupied by barbarians, and traitors are making trouble. If you can't be ashamed of victory... you're not a man.

The Archbishop of Cologne and the accompanying clergy prayed for the attacking army. They became a group of bystanders, and they saw the attack of thousands of people.

The armors of the Chinese infantry shone in the sun, and they were all photographing the relatively neat formation of infantry in front of the battle. Then came a larger number of peasant soldiers in various clothes.

The infantry would be the backbone of the battle, while the cavalry would be the key to opening the door to the battle.

It seems that the troops assembled by the two sides are roughly equal, and whoever can make a tactical breakthrough at this moment can win.

Ludwig tightened the reins and was really taking the lead in the charge. His subordinates were afraid that the king would have three strengths and two weaknesses. In the process of chasing me like this, the cavalry soon rushed to the front of Ludov's Saxon army.

The Saxons were still fighting the Sorbians, and they were not in the least prepared to defend against the cavalry.

Liudov also never imagined that those Frankish troops would ignore the casualties of the friendly troops, and the cavalry iron hoofs had already stepped heavily on the backs of the friendly troops.

Because Ludwig always regarded the Sorbians as cattle and horses, it was time for these tool people to make their final contribution. They were crushed by the cavalry, and thanks to these men, when the cavalry began to collide with the Saxons, Ludov had no time to lead the defense.

The heavy cavalry rode directly on the face, and the rider roared and straightened his spear, first stabbing one Saxon warrior to death, and then stepping on another with iron hooves.

The half-ton cavalry directly overwhelmed the large and thin Saxon army array. It was only the first meeting, and the thousand elites of the entire Saxon army were knocked out of ten. Not all of them died in battle, many of them had gold stars in their eyes after being hit, and lay on the ice dizzy.

Poor Ludov, he was knocked down by a cavalryman, he was clearly protected by a helmet, but he felt his old face warm under the condition of staring at the stars, and then wiped it with his hand, and saw the blood on his hands.

In an instant, his courage collapsed, just as the elite warriors he had finally picked out also collapsed.

Those who survived only wanted to flee, but a large number of arrows, javelins, and projectiles flew past them. So that some people who dared to stand up were pierced straight by the javelin, and even their entire heads were cut off by cast iron projectiles.

In front were the steady advance of countless Frankish warriors, followed by raging cavalry, and arrows from friendly forces.

Seeing this, Liudov, who wanted to escape, fell down again cleverly, embarrassedly touched the body of his companion who was trampled to death by the cavalry, and pulled it over as a cover for the time being, staring at him for an opportunity to get out.

But after a while, he saw that the group of cavalrymen came back with a carbine again, and stepped on the soldiers of both sides who were lying on the ground and wailed again, but this time the cavalry's stampede had no obvious purpose.

In the end what happened?

Just as Ludwig's cavalry charge was like a broken bamboo and only one round announced the death of the elite of the Saxon army, Rurik's side had been ready to prevent the collision since the Frank army started the general attack.

Rurik also thought that Ludov could support him for a while longer, but unfortunately they were easily pierced like a blank sheet of paper.

The situation is already extremely dangerous, and at this moment Rurik has no time to take into account the life and death of Ludov and the Saxon allies.

He gave orders for all-out combat.

In an instant, the densely packed spear shafts that stood up like a forest were laid straight one after another, and the Rus-Danish coalition soldiers issued rhythmic Viking battle roars, pointing their spears straight ahead.

All the shooters opened fire at the same time, causing great harassment to the Frankish cavalry who continued to charge.

The situation Rurik had hoped for did not happen in full. This kind of thing happened in a small area, coupled with the loss of arrows and the blow of projectiles, did not directly curb the assault situation.

The next step is to see whether the cavalry is more courageous, or the spear wall is more explained.

As many as five hundred sharpened pine poles were lifted, each controlled by a number of strong men, and a section of it was slanted and stuffed into the pre-cut ice hole, appearing in the form of a Luzhai refusal of horses.

The situation changed so quickly that Ludwig didn't even dare to think about it. He had never seen Luzhai refuse a horse in his life, and he didn't even want to admit that his elite cavalry could defeat a group of spearmen.

He was furious at the 3,000 heavy cavalry that Robert consumed himself, and it is said that the cavalry was broken on this battlefield at that time.

Now, he believed.

It's too late!

At a critical moment, Ludwig pulled his horse from the precipice, and personally avoided the tragedy, and his 2,000 cavalry had already collided with the spear wall on a large scale.

The cavalry smashed some torsion slingshots, forcing all the archers and crossbowmen to escape into the spear wall array. Some crossbowmen did not hide. They drew out their swords or axes, and squatted in front of the brothers with spears in the first row. defense.

The dense spearheads are mixed with some big guys. The spear is longer than Frank's spear. The so-called Rurik infers the maximum attack length of the enemy's spear according to the capture on the battlefield, so he lengthens his own spear restraint.

The most brutal collision has occurred!

A large number of temporary spear shafts made of pine wood were broken, and the spearheads were plunged into the body of the war horse.

Those prefab sharpened pine wood worked wonders, they directly retarded cavalry raids. When the cavalry collided, they were either knocked down, or the horse was torn apart due to the strong force.

The onslaught of the cavalry was completely contained, and the well-prepared Rus-Danish army paid only a small price.

The battlehorses were littered with slain warhorses, their heavy falls for a time forcing Rurik to fear the ice would break. The most terrifying thing did not happen. Obviously, the unusually severe winter this year has helped the coalition forces a lot.

The spearhead has been broken, and the coalition soldiers will turn into sword and shield hands within five seconds, or they will pick up the long-handled forest axe on the ground, and they will be held down. The cavalry chopped it into minced meat.

The archers who retreated to the rear continued in the room, and the soldiers standing on the frozen ship seized the opportunity to immediately throw arrows and javelins for long-range support that lacked precision.

"Ah! What's going on! My cavalry? It's over?!"

Ludwig's subconscious thought was to leave the battlefield. For a moment, he felt that he had little chance of winning, at least a small chance of winning a big victory with a small loss.

The battle order has been issued, and more than 10,000 infantrymen have launched an all-out attack! Even if there is a big problem in the battle ahead, as the king, he can no longer convey the urgent order.

The arrow has been fired, and it cannot be recovered.

All Ludwig could do was to lead the cavalry, who had completely lost their impact and were able to escape, to continue to retreat.

This evacuation seemed to be a flight, and the king's pull on the crotch cast a heavy psychological shadow on all the infantry in the attack. They are also helpless, even realizing that there is a meat grinder in front, the person behind is shoving the person in front, how a grain of sand in the torrent makes its own sound, and they are rushing to death.

Ludwig had already evaded tactically, and withdrew to the rear under the euphemistic name of sitting in command.

This gave Liudov a chance, who survived the catastrophe, and a chance for the elite soldiers of Saxony who could still move.

It seemed that a hundred men were still on the attack, and the rewinding crossbowmen planned to kill them.

Rurik took a closer look, and there was a guy with a **** face, not Ludov himself.

"Don't kill us! It's my own!"

No, those people are already shouting.

But behind these people, the "Iron Man" infantry of the Frankish army shone in the sun, and they carried a very strong coercive momentum, like a wall constantly approaching the coalition.

To be honest, Rurik did not want to have a strategic decisive battle with the East Frankish army in this ghost place. Obviously, all his ideas were based on the rational consideration of the enemy.

On the contrary, the performance of King Ludwig the Great in this war is simply reckless.

Then use savagery to defeat savagery!

Rurik held his sword high, and after a while he welcomed back Liudov, who had taken his life.

"I thought you were dead." Rurik looked indifferent like a beast.

"Almost died."

"Are you injured? Is it your own blood or the enemy's on your face."

"My head almost moved. Damn, I'm almost wiped out. Your method still works, your battlehorses are full of dead warhorses..."

Is this guy acting stupid? Even though he was about to start a full-scale battle, he was still babbling about here.

"You'd better go back to the rear and continue to command the rest of you. All-out war is next, go all out!"

"Ok!"

After all, Liudov and his remnants disappeared without a trace.

A large army of severely undertrained Saxon peasant soldiers was embarrassed, and ultimately the Viking army had to solve the problem.

A surge of pride flooded Rurik's heart, he suddenly left the team, stood on the corpse of the enemy in front of the line, raised his sword and shouted: "All northerners! This is the most glorious battle of our lives! Blood for Hanukkah! Blood for Odin!"

"Odin!" the man with a loud voice shouted the names of the gods.

For a short time, all Viking battle cries in the name of Odin.

Now, the unmoving coalition forces, holding spearheads and swords, begin to slowly advance forward, and the decisive battle of the ice river begins...

https://

Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Lewen Novel Network mobile version reading website: