Rise of Rurik

In the dark forest, the Ross cavalry sharpened his sword. The air was filled with the aroma of boiled wheat and grilled meat, and the soldiers waited for the meal to finish cooking.

Hundreds of captives sat slumped together, driven to the city of Cologne by day, fantasizing about being rescued by the guardians, but the priests seemed like a bunch of traitors.

They witnessed the martyrdom of a brave cardinal, and they saw their companions killed.

Many people are disheartened, they don't trust the Rosma bandits at all, and they are convinced that they will be driven to the city again tomorrow, but they will be brutally killed.

The village priests who were captured were all killed, and there was no suitable messenger to preach to the prisoners who were sitting on the ground.

In desperation, Fisk struggled to describe such a scene in crappy Middle French vocabulary.

He stood aloft and preached: "Money! Your lives! We! Money! You are released. Cologne refused! You die."

They were all simple words, which the prisoners could understand and were shocked by.

Are those "great people" in Cologne really willing to pay for their money? The captured people were devout in their beliefs. As for whether those "servants of God" were also very devout, many people had a trace of unexplainable doubts.

All captives got some food anyway.

Either a piece of wood, or a nest with both hands. They get some cooked wheat in various containers, but to them it is like the Last Supper.

Just what these captives thought, Fisk has indeed made two preparations.

If the clergy refused to fulfill their contract, they simply executed prisoners indiscriminately under the city walls. After all, it is impossible for the brothers to continue to consume in the Cologne area. Rationally, I am afraid that the cavalry with less than 200 cavalry will not be able to force the Cologne people to spend money to buy peace. No matter what, once the opponent refuses, it means to find a complete reason for the possible future military offensive of the Rus army. After all, it is not difficult for the fleet to attack Cologne as it travels upstream along the Lein River.

"I hope my intimidation can be effective." Fisk secretly hoped.

On the other hand, just as Fisk hoped most, the city wall could protect the flesh of the Cologne people, and the people and priests had already confessed to it.

The treasury was opened, fearing that the shrewd Norman horse bandits would find out that the ransom was not enough and would cause trouble, the priests decided to take out the full amount of five thousand pounds of silver coins and put them in a hundred sacks.

Acting Bishop Hildwin even increased the number. In addition to the two chariots, he also organized ten pack horses. On each side of the horses, there was a small oak barrel, which was full of pure barley wine.

Confessing to the barbarians is a very humiliating thing, and considering that four hundred years ago the Pope also confessed to the Huns who attacked Rome, the clergy had reason to console themselves with this example.

It is not a glorious thing after all, and it is obviously impossible for any Cardinal Bishop of Cologne who has done such a thing to participate in the vote for the archbishop. Therefore, the death of Cardinal Marquez has won him the status of a martyr and a posthumous honor, and the fact that he tried to spend money to buy peace during his lifetime is impossible for him to get any help for his election for archbishop. Everything is tacit. in the emptiness and conspiracy of the snake.

Hildwin's position as acting bishop was not something he wanted to do, and he had no bigger dreams. Now he just wanted to settle the disaster.

In the end, what was criticized this time was his decision, his decision, and finally his execution.

On the appointed day, the city walls were covered with the city's defenders as usual. Although the soldiers do not have the courage to go out to fight, at least the scene skills must be sufficient.

Everyone held a flag, and all the cross flags fluttered in the wind at the top of the city.

At this moment, a team stepped out of the gray-white forest on the snow. The Russ cavalry escorted these more than 300 prisoners, and the arrows were lost in the bow hilt, and they were ready for battle.

Fisk saw the flags everywhere on the city wall from a distance, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"They are showing off their power! Brothers, pay attention! Follow my instructions."

The implication is to imply that everyone is ready to take down the prisoners.

As a result, they cautiously arrived outside the city gate. First, all the bodies were cleaned up, and there were still some traces left on the snow. The cavalry was hit by an accident, and Fisk couldn't help shouting loudly. The north gate of the city had been opened by sneaky people.

"Everyone pay attention, there are enemies rushing out now." He continued to order.

The cavalry warriors have already formed a linear formation, although they can use the recurve bow to quickly fire three losses to counter the possible geothermal heat.

The enemy they were worried about did not exist, and a horse team emerged from the narrower gate hole.

The two wagons were carrying a lot of sacks, and the horses behind were carrying some barrels.

A high priest carried the cross, followed by some helpless servants.

This person is the acting bishop, and Fisk still remembers that this guy is called Hildwin Come.

He took the reins and led the horses forward, and asked condescendingly, "Have the silver coins arrived?"

"It's all here as you can see. Fifty sacks, one hundred pounds each. I promise, this time, all fine silver coins."

"Really? Maybe I should trust you."

"We don't dare to deceive, we keep our promises, and we hope ... you can all leave after you release the prisoners."

"At least let me inspect the goods."

Fisk personally inspected the goods, and he deliberately asked to open the deepest sack, which really made Hildwin break into a cold sweat.

The incident made Hildewin fearful. After all, someone asked to put a large number of inferior silver coins into sacks and throw them at the Rosma bandits. As long as they were pressed in the middle of the carriage, how would the enemy know? Hildwin was afraid of making mistakes and scolded this deceitful behavior, but now his worries have become a reality, and he wakes up his wit last night.

"Yes, they are all in good condition. I also know that these silver coins are engraved with Charlemagne's head. Your good silver coins are very popular in the northern world." Holding a large amount of silver coins, Fisk couldn't help but praise.

Hildwin trembled: "Thank you for your compliment."

"Okay. Those casks should be full of ale?"

"Yes."

"Oh? You won't be poisoning it, will you?" Fisk asked with interest.

This question made Hildwin trembling and jumping in shock, and he incoherently denied: "We dare not! That is an evil act that goes against our faith. If we do it, we will all go to hell. Even if... you don't believe in us. God."

"I can trust you. It seems that you are willing to keep the promise, then we will too." Fisk nodded and ordered: "You don't move, we will take the carriage and horse, and you can take these bound captives with you. We Rus people are actually principled. You Franks have been defeated. Cologne bought peace with money. At least I will not lead troops to wreak havoc here. We will leave now."

"Then, I wish you a safe... return to your hometown."

Hildwin subconsciously said "The Lord is with you" to bid farewell to him. Thinking that this is a group of savages, he had to say something else. At this moment, he was both delighted and fearful, wishing that the group of horse-riding demons would leave quickly.

Fisk is full of ecstasy. Fortunately, he has already experienced hundreds of battles. Since he can face it calmly in the **** battlefield, now facing the plundering of five thousand pounds of silver coins at once... The thing is indeed outrageous, but one is a fact, He brought his brothers to create a miracle of war. Overwhelmed with joy, he ordered his subordinates to take away all the horses and carriages.

After that, they still shot at those captives.

The prisoner thought he was going to be killed, but the ropes tied his hands were untied, and then the soldier kicked hard.

Because it is really inconvenient to carry a horse-drawn carriage on the return journey, a large number of silver sacks have to be transported by horses instead, and the brothers need to recover all the ropes that bind people. Their act of untying the rope was like a performance art, and everyone in Cologne, which was densely packed on the city wall, saw it. The Rosma bandits had indeed released their captives safely, and they would probably keep their other promises.

After all, Fisk had no more to say to those priests. He even ordered the army to leave without looking back with the spoils, and gradually disappeared into the forest.

…

For the Ross cavalry led by Fisk, it was time to end their winter adventure.

If the war is a means to gain profits, then their special operations directly earned enough military expenses for Ross's expedition.

Fisk was in a good mood. He felt that the cold wind blowing on his face was warm. The first thing he could think of while guarding a lot of treasure was the good days in the future.

He clenched the reins, raised his chin and shouted to everyone with interest: "The king asked us to attack the enemy, and we made a fortune! Don't forget, many brothers have died in this war. They went to the heroic spirits. Palace, but their families must be compensated. After paying the wealth that belongs to the king, our brothers divide the wealth equally. The living and the dead, we all share equally!"

As a general, Fisk was embarrassed and greedy. He had the right to take a large part of the spoils for himself, but he was unwilling to do so.

Because, he noticed Arik's actions over the years. The man was not greedy, but Arik still possessed enormous wealth, and his brothers admired that he was a true warrior, and by no means was the king's cousin.

Fisk pursues personal honor more than wealth.

Many cavalry warriors hold huge amounts of wealth, especially young people who were forcibly put into the Ross cavalry by their parents.

This is not the case with Fisk. If the cavalry team can still encounter the Frankish army on the way back, then they will repeat the trick and grab another meal to expand the victory.

After all, the horses used as pack mules still have plenty of capacity.

The cavalry went north along the all-familiar avenue of Rome. There was no living person except them on the current journey, the surrounding quiet gray-white forest, and the dry grass covered with snow in the forest.

Occasionally, a fox flashed by, and warriors who wanted to hunt always missed the opportunity.

The cavalry had no intention of attacking with all their strength, and they stumbled to Osbrünak, which was burnt by their own hands, where they rested for the night and continued their journey north.

The farther north, the more dangerous it is. The soldiers who were quite bored along the way only cheered up after Fisk's kind reminder.

They boiled wheat and ale around the campfire, and ate cold roasted meat.

"Your Majesty will definitely win! Our expedition will take a long time, and perhaps the enemy's large army is still entrenched on the banks of the Elbe River. If we continue to go north, we are likely to encounter the enemy. Everyone should be vigilant and find that the enemy will take action immediately and show no mercy!"

Fisk ordered this, but now there are a lot of bottles and cans, and the flexibility of the cavalry has been greatly reduced.

As a last resort, he had to be on the safe side and divide the troops into two groups, with him commanding the front reconnaissance all the way, and a large amount of loot advancing steadily in the rear.

Immediately they advanced in two separate lanes, until they suddenly encountered an incredible team of horses on the road.

At the beginning of the period, Fisk led a hundred cavalry to just walk around, so that the horses were neither tired nor tired. The warriors didn't even bother to hold a bow, they tucked their hands into their sleeves, and the reins of the horses were tucked into the sleeves. Everyone wears sunglasses, a fur scarf wraps their faces, and a furry white bearskin hat, so that no half inch of their skin is exposed.

Fisk himself also relaxed his vigilance. He led the Qian team in two columns and always maintained a distance of about 500 meters from the rear team.

Now, after another bend in the road, another team of horses suddenly appeared before the forest cover disappeared.

Seeing this, Fisk, the leader of the team, was instantly clever, subconsciously grabbed the bow of the leather bag with his left hand, and instinctively shouted: "It's an enemy attack!"

A roar shook the whole team.

The well-trained Ross cavalry changed their slack appearance, their hands tucked into their sleeves and warmed were extremely agile.

What is preemptive strike? I saw that some of the fighters at the head of the front team did not care to spread the formation a little, and immediately shot arrows under the guidance of Fisk.

The arrow was on the right side, and the second and third rounds were made in an instant.

This is an encounter, although the Ross cavalry still do not know the identity of the other party, in this quiet snow forest, the non-Russian cavalry is the enemy.

Some fighters simply dismount and shoot arrows in the posture of foot archers, so that they stand more closely and shoot with high accuracy.

They didn't even have time to take off their sunglasses and shot hard in a gesture of mutual credit.

The more and more dense arrow rain hit the opponent in chaos!

In other words, from the moment of the encounter, the other party's dimensions were already in chaos.

The inexplicable enemy began to fall from the horse, causing casualties, and the horses also fell one after another. More people began to fall into chaos, and if it wasn't for some of them wearing armor, Fisk was sure that he was indeed not attacking the ordinary businessman's horse team.

"No! They must be Frankish soldiers! Those who are still riding, draw their swords and rush with me!"

After all, Fisk has taken the lead.

More than 20 riders followed closely, and the brothers didn't even have time to take off their cotton caps and put on leather helmets, and they had already drawn their swords and sprinted.

I saw the step archers behind them, they carried round shields and did not care to draw their swords, and continued to pursue with recurve bows...

An incredible encounter also ended in an inexplicably easy victory for the Rus, so much so that Fisk felt that his victory had no glory at all.

They killed a large number of people wrapped in sackcloth. These people were clearly armed. The strange thing was that they seemed to have no resistance, and even their sword-wielding hands were hard. Some of the armed men were busy running away, but unfortunately the horses also seemed to be extremely weak and were easily killed later.

The Russ cavalry understood the principle of shooting people first and horses first. A large number of the opposing horses fell, and they threw the extremely bloated people onto the snow.

After a while, a large number of Ross dismounted and riders caught up, either continuing to shoot or directly drawing swords and slashing.

When the brothers heard some bloated fighters begging for mercy in Frankish, everything was relieved.

"It's actually a Frankish?! It's actually their army?" Fisk, who had swept the entire enemy team, heard the begging for mercy, and hurriedly led his brothers to turn their horses and recoil again.

The Ross cavalry had already started chasing and killing the enemy who had escaped into the icy forest. They shot with bows as if they were hunting wild deer, and easily completed the sniper kill.

There were a lot of people sitting on the snow, and they didn't cry in terror, nor did they fight to the death, but they were slaughtered as if they had seen everything expressionless.

Some brothers were about to slash many people who were about to die with their swords. All this was too abnormal. Fisker came on horseback: "Stop it all! Leave the life of the prisoners first!"

The soldiers who didn't hear the order have hurriedly completed the removal, and the others have paused.

Fisk's heart was beating wildly, and he never imagined that he would be able to fight another battle on the way.

"Check each other out to see if any of your brothers are injured!"

As a result, everyone shouted that everything was normal, as if the entire encounter with the Rus was indeed unscathed.

This was indeed the case, only because they were attacking a defeated division that was constantly fleeing in the ice and snow, never getting supplies, starving and freezing.

These people can continue to struggle south in the world of ice and snow, which is simply creating a miracle for mankind.

They are by no means superhuman, and even if they did not face this encounter, the defeated division would have to face a fatal trek to the still-populated Düsseldorf, with a 1 in 10 success rate.

There are fewer than fifty cavalry people who can persist until they encounter the Ross cavalry.

After crossing the frozen Weser River, they were starved from the cold and were half damaged when they were camping. An extremely honorable man is no longer arrogant, but the instinct to survive continues to go south in a hurry.

Now, this noble man has been a prisoner of an unknown Rus warrior.

While the man was covering his entire face, when the Ross warrior tried to remove the sack covering his face, the man who seemed to give up resistance suddenly had a sudden attack, and when he was unprepared, he pulled out his short sword and it was a stab.

Fortunately, the soldier was quick to hide, and his man stabbed in the air.

"madness."

The soldier kicked it over with a kick, and the warm nosebleed flowed out. But when he was about to stab the fallen attacker with a sword, he saw that the sword that almost killed him was actually a Ross steel sword!

"It's our sword?" The astonished warrior took a closer look, and saw that the name "Kravassen" was clearly spelled in Roman letters on the hilt.

Klavathon is the most famous old blacksmith in Ross, and young Ross warriors know his name!

Finally, the soldier finally untied all the cover of the nosebleed man. Under the sackcloth covering his face, there was a gray-white and iron-blue face. His face was hideous and angry, but unfortunately, he was haggard at a glance.

Is this the kind of person who still wears a golden crown with a lot of protrusions on his head?

Do not! This is the golden crown of iris, this person's identity is extraordinary!

"Boss! Come on! I caught the bear!"

"Whatever catches the bear." Fisk couldn't help but complain when he rode in, until he saw the haggard face of the man lying on his side in the snow, and the very eye-catching golden crown on top of his head, and he was no longer convinced.

"Ah! This man?!"

A person's name is about to come out.

Fisk's face was shaking, and he shouted: "Ludwig? Frank Ludwig?!"

Although the one lying on his side didn't respond, his trembling eyes and his stiff face that rarely moved twice proved everything.

Fisk's head hummed, his scalp was hairy and his whole body was trembling, and his feet even sweated for a moment.

"A big bear indeed! Did you capture him? Brody Haraldson?" he asked hastily

"It's me. Am I doing meritorious service? This man seems to be very honorable."

"Of course. Brothers, come and see!" Fisk roared, and immediately attracted many soldiers who were collecting loot to watch the show.

That's all, UU reading www. uukanshu.com He shouted with great interest: "Brody, although this shocked us all, I'm afraid it is the East Frank King Ludwig that you have captured. You have become a great hero!"

The warrior Brody's face was shaking. He took off his sunglasses and looked at the weak man with the golden crown. He couldn't believe that such a useless man was actually a king.

Indeed, Ludwig, disheartened by the hunger, the cold, and the shame of defeat, thought he had escaped an all-out Norman-Saxon counterattack, and thought he could flee with all his strength and get key supplies along the way.

He did escape the Weser River, and was theoretically very close to the "civilized world".

However...it was a very embarrassing coincidence that he planted...

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