Rise of Rurik

【The Rise of Rurik】 【】

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The Ross cavalry was running north and collided with the villagers fleeing south.

Because they had suffered a serious attack and saw the villain again this time, the panicked villagers rushed towards the forests on both sides of the river valley. In desperation, some people even dragged their families and rushed towards the Alzette River. Fortunately, the river was shallow enough and would not cause any harm. People drown, but the river water is freezing cold. If they cannot reach the other side quickly, they will freeze to death after rapid hypothermia.

The horse hooves galloped and the earth trembled. Behind the Ross cavalry, the Frank cavalry hurriedly pursued.

The Ross warriors had no time to pay attention to the scurrying peasants. They followed Fisk's flag as a whole, and sometimes turned around and fired arrows at the pursuing enemies.

"What kind of tactic is this? Is it to harass me or attack?" Gilbert saw his subordinates were hit by arrows and fell from their horses!

The cavalry was wearing chainmail, holding a spear and pressing the whole body on the horse. This was a standard impact mode. Under normal circumstances, as long as such a cavalry got close, victory would belong to Frank.

Their horses were generally covered with horse clothes and leather armor hung on the horse's chest. This often ensured that the Frank cavalry would not suffer serious losses when charging into battle.

The cone-shaped armor-piercing arrows crackled into the leather breastplate of the Frank cavalry horse, and some tricky arrows penetrated into the gaps in the leather armor. The arrow clusters penetrated deeply into the horse's flesh and even hit the lungs and heart.

The horse suddenly lost control and fell to the ground, throwing the rider down with it. The strong impact caused the rider to fracture his bones and immediately lose his fighting ability.

They have never seen this kind of mounted archer tactics in their lives! Of course, the knight master will take the guys to hunt in the woods, holding a piece of wood

It is not uncommon for people to shoot their prey with bows and horses.

The enemy's bows and arrows are too powerful, and the amount of equipment is also huge. It seems that if they continue to attack, they will continue to suffer this kind of continuous weakening.

Gilbert gritted his teeth, he could not let the Ross bandit on horseback escape, and the hatred increased as he continued to pursue him.

Especially when he began to see the bodies of dead villagers and even murdered women, the young man's anger reached the extreme.

"The robbers cannot be allowed to escape. We will continue to pursue them to protect the people and live up to our faith!"

Gilbert and his group of knights had long been filled with hatred for the Russians. After all, when Liège and Maastricht were attacked, a large number of refugees were taken in and protected by this great nobleman.

The anger caused them to continue to be weakened by arrows, but their pursuit never slowed down.

Behind him was Count Eberhard of Jülichgau. A fallen war horse appeared in front of him. For a moment, he thought it was an enemy being chased. However, when he ran over and took a look, he discovered that it was a ally who was seriously injured and dying.

"My lord, please save them?" his attendant asked nervously.

Eberhard gritted his teeth with hatred: "There is no time. Give me a quick chase! Be consistent with Count Ramongao!"

He also cursed secretly: "Gilbert, you are a lunatic. Now I must ensure that you cannot fight alone."

Gilbert had lost his mind. His knights suffered no losses, but no less than ten of his retainers fell off their horses and their lives were unknown.

Gradually, he noticed that the density of the arrows of the Russians was decreasing, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. He shouted with all his strength: "Soldiers, the robbers' arrows are almost running out! Let's catch up quickly, I will chop off all their heads!"

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The cavalry roared angrily.

It was in response to the courage of my Lord Earl.

But his attendant had to remind: "Sir, the Russians have been fleeing and don't want to fight with us at close range. Our horses are already very tired, what should we do?"

"Tired?" He looked at his mount. The horse's head was trembling unconsciously as it ran: "Keep running! Even if the horse dies, the robber cannot escape."

Young Gilbert decided to take the risk and forced all the cavalry to fight with him. This has never happened! The Frankish cavalry, which was supposed to cooperate with the infantry, completely separated from the formation, and even left the Alzette Valley area. The distance from the main camp was already too far.

At this time, Archbishop Hatega of Liège watched his cavalry move further and further away until they disappeared from sight. He became more and more panicked, but faced with the influx of refugees, he was forced to command the army to pacify and control and had no time to care about anything else.

He could only frown in silence and make the sign of the cross on his chest: "Lord, please bless your servants, the brave Gilbert and Eberhard, and bless them to defeat Satan's apostles."

On the other side of the battlefield, the retreating Russian army was moving calmly. Although the Turkic horse's explosive power in short distances was inferior to that of the Frankish horse, it had a huge advantage over the endurance Turkic horse. In addition, they were fed a large amount of food, and their stamina was extremely strong. , the distance between the two sides is being lengthened after entering the endurance race.

"Boss, are those Franks going to be unable to catch up? What should I do?" the subordinate asked.

Fisk has been paying attention to the enemy's dynamics, and indeed found that the enemy's stamina has begun to weaken, and those chasing enemies have gradually become blurred.

"If they give up halfway, how will my tactics work?"

Reality? hateful. "Since he noticed the violent smoke coming out ahead, he thought for a moment that it was the village of Linsela where he had spent the night before. "Let's go! We first went to the village to rest and feed the horses water and food. "

The Ross army successfully arrived at the temporary resting place, while the village was still burning with fire and smoke. The soldier opened the water bag and stuffed it directly into the horse's mouth. He squeezed it to pour the water in. Then he held the linen bag containing wheat and pulled the drawstring directly to the horse's mouth.

Fisk, who had dismounted and rested, hurriedly inspected his subordinates. The Great Sage ordered: "Move quickly and check your arrows again. Use them sparingly."

A moment later, "Pig Nose" Swain hurriedly rode over: "Fisk, do we want to fight them here? If you give the order, I and my brothers will prepare immediately."

"No! The tactics still need to be implemented, and..." Fisk asked first: "Do you still have enough arrows?"

"Perhaps each of them only has thirty arrows left, and we can still fight them." Sven replied truthfully but still confident.

"Too few. Damn it, the enemy must be well-armed and heavily armored. We alone cannot annihilate them."

"You? Really want to annihilate them all?" Swain was shocked.

"Think about it! We alone can't do it. We have to lure them to the river. Then the king and the main army will join forces to destroy them. Let's do this..."

Fisk began to implement the second stage of the plan. He ordered each cavalryman to throw away some captured items at will, and even throw away a few flags, plate armor, and helmets.

This approach surprised Sven and puzzled many warriors.

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"You all do as you are told. This is the tactic your king taught me." Taking into account Fisk's position in the army, although the soldiers

However, if you don't understand, you can only act like you are throwing away your armor.

Fisk looked at his men throwing things around with satisfaction, but he also felt a little uneasy in his heart and couldn't help praying: "I hope the king's fishing tactics will work."

"Boss, the enemy is still catching up." The attendant shouted again.

"Okay. Blow the trumpet, let's continue to retreat! Retreat eastward!" After saying that, Fisk turned around and led the team to continue running.

During the short break, Fisk attacked and selected the good running horses and the lighter warriors in his flag team, and removed the armor and helmets of these warriors, allowing the selected ten-man team to travel at the fastest speed under the stars and night. He had to run back to the riverside camp in Trier just to inform the king that "the enemy's elite heavy cavalry, which was accidentally discovered, had fallen into the trap of making a nest for fishing."

Fisk is a distant relative of Rurik, a general and a key student. Rurik told this big brother the basic knowledge of the "Thirty-Six Strategies", but it is unknown how much he understands and whether he can apply it.

The strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain was described by Rurik as making a nest and fishing, or "lubing the bear out of the forest and then having the spearmen surround and kill it."

"Now it seems that the enemy thinks that we have really been driven out of our armor." Fisk couldn't help but look back, and his team quickly left Linsela Village.

As soon as they took off, the Frank cavalry panted and caught up with them.

Facing the burning village, the two earls were shocked and even more angry. They were saddened to see the dead villagers, but the discarded flags and armor were real seizures.

An attendant delivered a spear with the Ross flag to Gilbert's hand and said happily: "My lord, they seem to have been scared away by us. The glory belongs to you."

Taking the spear and staring at the flag, he smiled slightly, "Today I finally got their flag. They lost the plundered property all over the place and also lost the flag. This is a manifestation of fear."

That's all, Gilbert's face darkened: "We still have to continue chasing, but...it's really getting late."

Soon Earl Eberhard's troops caught up and met up with Gilbert's troops who were resting.

The old earl took a closer look and saw Gilbert, the boy, holding up his spear. Wasn't it the Ross bandit's flag hanging on the spearhead? What are you doing?

He hurriedly went to find out: "What's going on? Stop chasing?"

"Chase! I must chase. The robbers were afraid. They threw away the looted property and the flag. They ran away in shame. I can't let them succeed."

Eberhard glanced at the setting sun: "Are you planning to continue chasing after nightfall? How is it possible to march at night?"

"I dare say the Russians think so too. My friend, look at this burning village, aren't you angry? The bandits will rest at night if they are frightened. As long as we go in the opposite direction, maybe we can intercept them tomorrow morning .”

"Okay." Eberhard couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the scattered corpses: "We can continue chasing. I will leave a small group of soldiers to collect the corpses of the dead. Soon there will be priests to comfort them before they are buried."

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"You are so kind. Now, I want action. Haha!" With a whip and the captured Ross flag, Gilbert, who was more confident, led the team again.

In the end, the pursuing Frank cavalry followed Fisk's rhythm completely.

Action, when night fell and the temperature dropped sharply, they found a forest to camp. Since they did not bring fire-making tools, and most of the soldiers only brought a small amount of dry food, this night was a difficult night for the Frankish soldiers.

But once you think about being able to launch a dawn attack on the enemy, you can endure all the difficulties, even this is a trial before victory.

As obvious fires appeared in the distance, there was a strong commotion in the Frankish army under the night. Those who were worried about the future but did not dare to express all their worries disappeared.

Gilbert summoned his knights, and the starlight shone on the young noble's face. He drew his sword and pointed it directly at the fire: "My warriors, those robbers are despicable and stupid. They only dare to sneak attack unprepared farmers and they will only do it when they encounter us." Run away, they are lighting a fire now to completely expose their position. If we don’t light a fire, they must think that we have retreated, but it is actually the opposite. You all get ready, we will kill them all at dawn tomorrow!"

The knights were so happy that they drew their swords. It didn't matter if they were hungry. As long as they chased down the Ross cavalry and annihilated them, they could satisfy their hungry bellies by capturing them.

Gilbert and Eberhard talked again, and the two nobles reached a consensus on the battle. So, under the night, there were cavalry with their spears ready. They slept leaning on their mounts without disarming their armor, while sentries were left staring at the sky.

On the other hand, Fisk deliberately lit a bonfire, but Camp Ross deliberately hid in the woods.

Although warming yourself by a fire is comforting, it also exposes yourself - the firelight will make the swaying figure very obvious, and it will be used as a target.

So, Fisker did the opposite and just

A few abstract dummies were decorated with various sundries at the campfire.

In the woods, the Russians continued to feed the war horses some food, and then consumed all the water in the water bags. The horses did not take off their saddles, and the soldiers did not take off their armor. They rested against the big tree, staring at the bonfire not far away.

The north wind made the forest roar, and the soldiers gathered together wrapped in blankets to sleep.

Fisk leaned on a pine tree and quietly observed the campfire, silently sensing the changes in the surrounding situation.

Swain came over holding the hilt of his sword: "Brother, are you too cautious?"

"Is that you? Sven, it's time for you to go to bed. Is your team settled in?"

"A small team has been left on guard duty. Don't worry, if there is an emergency in the forest camp, my people can mount their horses and fight quickly."

Fisk nodded and pointed to the forest further away: "The king said that when camping in an unknown place, sentries should be deployed. Yours is an open sentry, and mine is a secret sentry. If they dare to make a sneak attack, the horn will let them know Everything about us.”

"Wonderful!"

"No. This is the king's plan. There is also this bonfire. I guess the enemy is still chasing me. They thought my bonfire formation was a camp. I will be able to launch a sneak attack on them tomorrow."

"Then let's hope they fall into the trap." Swain sighed.

Fisk was not willing to engage in a decisive battle with the Frank cavalry in this forest wasteland. He did not have many arrows on his side, and the armor-piercing arrows had to be fired at close range to penetrate the enemy's armor. They can only continue to lure the enemy to the Trier camp, and work with the main force to gather the enemy and annihilate them.

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"I hope the ten warriors who reported the news will really travel under the stars."

Fisk believes that the king will receive the message, and tomorrow he will aim the deadly javelins at the riverside with torsion slingshots.

Crossbowmen are ready for battle.

The Russian army slept very lightly that night, and the soldiers quietly waited until dawn the next day.

However, a small group of horsemen rushed through the campfire and rushed towards the woodland where the Ross cavalry was hiding. They were the secret sentries arranged by Fisk.

The secret sentry cavalry returned in a hurry and dismounted to pay homage to their flag captain.

"Have you discovered the enemy's situation? Maybe you can blow the trumpet first. I almost thought you were Franks."

"Boss, the Franks have appeared. They..."

Another brother then said frankly: "They are so cunning. They don't even light the torch. They are acting in a group."

"This is preparing to ambush me! I really want to capture their commander, question him and then kill him. Such a wise guy cannot be kept." After that, Fisk suddenly became angry and called on the entire army: "Brothers, The Franks were fooled, take your bows and arrows and wait for my order to attack. Everything is going according to plan."

The bonfire kept going out all night long as people kept quietly adding firewood. The bonfire was now empty, but some branches were deliberately inserted, and some dummies were made with bundled blankets and some temporary bundled weeds. , disguised as humans in dim light, their images look quite realistic at a casual glance.

The sky was dark blue and freezing cold at dawn. The horses exhaled white breath angrily, the hungry Frank warriors held their spears, and the large troops began to line up on the wall after leaving the cover of the forest.

There was no loud noise, only the whispers of the war horses, and the horse teams lined up on the wall began to trot towards the bonfire.

Until the distance feels about right.

Gilbert felt that he had a chance to win. He suddenly shouted, "Attack! Kill all Ross."

robber! "

For a moment, the whole army roared. This roar, accompanied by the earthquake of the earth, really shocked the Ross cavalry who was hiding by the forest. The soldiers who had eaten some dry wheat cakes were already in good condition, and now they were even more excited.

Rows of spears pierced the figure at the campfire, trampled by horse hooves. The riding spears hit the dummies, the cavalry swept across the bonfire, and waves of Frank troops rushed in with overwhelming force. Unfortunately...

Gilbert suddenly fell from his initial excitement. He frowned and grasped the reins at a loss: "What's going on? Where is the enemy?"

The 800 cavalry united by the two counts were fighting in the air. The enemies who were stabbed and killed were only pieces of wood and grass.

The originally vigorous army quickly became a discouraged ball, and the tight wall-mounted team quickly dispersed. The cavalry paced boredly, thinking of capturing something to fill their stomachs. Now... my stomach is already growling.

With six hundred pairs of eyes staring at the big fools in the open space in the forest, the Ross soldiers were naturally delighted. Once the enemy's array was in chaos, it would be a good time for their own side to make a sneak attack.

Fisk has been looking for an opportunity, and the soldiers are like arrows ready to go.

He urgently ordered the trumpeter: "Now, blow the attack trumpet. Supplement! Use Parthian tactics."

Now, the Ross cavalry ambush suddenly begins...

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