Rise of Rurik

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The pseudo-king John is standing at the head of the city. Now he has no intention of coming to Queen Anna again. Look at the current situation. Once the messenger is gone, there is no more text. The barbarian’s campfire looks like stars, and the entire Bamburgh has been swarmed. Surrounded.

Looking at the posture, he believed that the enemy refused to negotiate and intended to attack Bamburgh during the day to kill everyone.

Just attacking Bamburgh? These savages have destroyed Edinburgh, destroyed Lindisfarne, and now it is Bamburgh again!

Suddenly, John felt that his actions for a few days were ridiculous, just like the description of the end times in the book of Revelation. The so-called demons come to the world to destroy everything, and the people before their extinction wantonly fornicate and kill everywhere.

Isn't this exactly what happened in Bamburgh these days?

The more I watched those campfires, the more I was frightened.

John hurried down the city wall and squeezed into the overcrowded Bamburgh Abbey, kneeling and praying to the icon.

He prayed that God would forgive his sins and that he could defeat the enemy tomorrow and persevere to force the enemy to run out of supplies and evacuate.

As for moving rescue soldiers to York! With a guilty conscience, John knows he has no right to do this, and his power has not been officially recognized. In the current situation, who dares to be a messenger?

The outside of the city has been surrounded by barbarians, and Bamburgh is an isolated city.

The people in the city prayed for a miracle. Seeing the enemy's position, the defending soldiers suddenly lacked confidence in the future battle, but they still had to fight.

The fight was not for John at all, it was for his own way.

It's just that they didn't know that King Ernred, who was rumored to be dead, stood in the dense bonfire under the city in a different posture.

In the early morning, thick fog filled the world.

Rurik woke up in the dampness and had to get up outside of the damp weather in Britain.

He leaned to the nearest campfire, toasted the damp body with flames, and chatted with his friends before the wheat was cooked.

The sun gradually dissipated the morning fog, and the Viking army finally revealed their true colors.

Two trolleys were joined together, some freshly felled pine tree trunks were quickly piled on the cart, and a siege cart was being built quickly.

The four torsion slingshots and all the bull trebuchets are being adjusted. After the adjustment, they will be moved to a distance of about 100 meters from the wooden wall of Bamburgh. Then some people brought stones, javelins and other throwing objects and placed them next to heavy weapons.

Looking at the formation, not only the defenders of Bamburgh, but also the Balmerks and Shetlanders themselves, felt that the boss of Lorrurik had changed his mind and wanted to attack the city.

The people who have eaten the wheat are consciously full of power. They yell at the wooden wall, sometimes hitting the wooden shield with axe to make noise, and some people are bragging about horns.

The Vikings made a big move again, and they were shocked that the defenders of Bamburgh took up arms.

John in the city began to gather his soldiers, but faced with a large number of sluggish-looking soldiers, shaking hands with spears, and even diapers. With such an army, he could defend and win.

Although Queen Anna was canonized the palace, everyone knows that this title is not legal at all. It's just that the enemy soldiers approached the city and the defenders called for help, and the soldiers supported such a figure as the commander.

As for the brothers to support John in the future, he needs at least a clear battle merit.

"The battle is about to break out. John, you remember. We will only support you as a king if you win with your brothers." The cavalry warrior did not give John any respect. The words were straightforward, and the meaning behind them could not be clearer.

Seeing John's silence for a while, another infantry centurion yelled: "If we are defeated, everyone will die. If you are timid in the battle, everything is over."

"Yes! If you dare to be cowardly, we will... kill you!" another soldier yelled.

The situation has gradually become very delicate. Regardless of the mentality of the re-armed soldiers, at least on the surface they have shown courage.

John really couldn't say anything with high morale. There were still thousands of women and children in the city. Although there were another two thousand troops, only 500 people could really fight.

He bit the bullet and climbed to the top of the city, and he almost fell downstairs by the shocking sight.

Looking at the approaching enemy, those warriors with bows and spears on the wall were trembling.

The strength of the Vikings itself was not much, but Rurik put up a relatively large formation.

The distant seashore landing site, where a thick blue smoke was rising, gave the defenders a terrifying possibility-perhaps this troop was just a vanguard, and there were still a large number of enemies eating on the seashore.

The Balmerk Vikings were arranged in a thin shield wall, and their bodies guarded the ready heavy weapons.

Rurik never gave up forcing a siege, and if his plan to persuade surrender failed, he would resort to violent means.

Persuading surrender itself is not his priority, and even if it turns into a storm, this storm should have some new tricks.

Rurik squinted his eyes to look at the people on the top of the city, and turned around and shouted to the King of the Broken Arm: "Now, you take your people to seize your power. If you can persuade the defenders to kill the king and open it again. If the city surrenders, I will definitely follow the agreement."

"Okay! I will. But..." King Einred paused; "If you don't follow the agreement, God will punish you."

"Really? Maybe. You have no choice now."

Ernred really didn't have a choice. He finally has more than seventy tired and frightened fighters.

The Viking Front stepped aside, Erinred took his sword, and then the trembling messenger Jacques held the tattered kingdom flag, and two priests held the cross temporarily tied with branches. About seventy people only held sharp points. The warrior of the wooden stick followed closely behind.

Where is this army? It's more like a group of beggars fleeing famine.

However, quite a lot of people still have orange-colored clothes on their bodies, and their already ragged outfits still prove that they are soldiers of the kingdom.

These people followed Erinred, boldly approaching the wooden wall.

At this moment, the defenders on the city wall were at a loss as they witnessed the wonders displayed by the enemies under the city.

"Am I dazzled? How come those people look more like ours?" John felt more and more incredible in his own words, until he saw a one-armed sword bearer under the city.

Not only John, but a group of regular soldiers in the kingdom saw a familiar person.

That man! Even if he lost his gorgeous clothes or even an arm, that face looked like King Ernred in every way!

Is the king still alive? Or is it simply a man who resembles a king?

Einred didn't have the time to grasp the suspicion of the people in the city. He held up his sword and shouted: "I am Einred! King Northumbria! I order you to open the city gates! "

As soon as this statement came out, the people on the wall were speechless and at a loss in shock.

Seeing this, Ernred yelled continuously, for fear that the other party would not understand it.

He walked down the city with his sword in his hand, shouting, "Hurry up and open the door! I am your king! I am Ernred!"

Obviously they were all his subordinates and his own courtiers, and their indifferent behavior made Erinred feel more and more isolated.

Feeling terrified, he finally held his sword on the top of the city and yelled: "John! John who betrayed me! You are smashing my throne! The righteous warrior of Northumbria, slay the rebellion for me! Open the gates of the city. Don’t worry, these Vikings are my rescuer who moved to regain the throne. Help me kill the false king. If you are a farmer, you will be exempted from all taxes in this life! If you are a warrior, you will immediately be promoted to baron!"

Not to mention, Ernred's words touched the hearts of many people.

John is indeed a usurper. When he was guilty, he felt that the warriors around him looked ambiguous in their eyes, as if his head made them receive a certificate of merit.

But wait a minute, those savages are clearly the devil who kills without blinking.

Just grasping the power, how can he be taken away by the suddenly "resurrected" king when he is about to show his ambitions? If I counsel myself now, it is equivalent to waiting to be liquidated, and the ending must be torture and death.

John bent his heart, drew his sword and pointed directly at the king under the city. At this moment, he was sure that the man with the broken arm was Ernred, but it was a pity that he had to take his life to serve, and now he had to die.

He thought of an excuse and shouted: "Warriors of the kingdom! Our king is dead! Now the devil under the city has resurrected a dead body. He is tricking us to open the city, and everyone will be killed!"

As soon as this statement came out, many superstitious people were bewildered by John to believe it was true.

John directly issued the archery command: "Even if it is the king, he has made a contract with the devil. The king betrayed the soul and betrayed us. Erinred is a traitor to the kingdom. Archer! Let the arrow!"

For a very simple reason, who can guarantee that the barbarians will not rush in and kill after the city is opened? The defenders knew the armed situation in the city. Bamburgh seemed to be crowded, but it was actually a handful of soldiers and a lot of sheep.

More than a dozen archers released their arrows without much thought. They focused their sights on Ernred, and it was considered that the old boy had fought for half his life. Although he had broken an arm, his ability to dodge was not lost.

He rolled around and avoided all the arrows, clutching his sword and hurriedly fleeing towards the Viking camp.

The people behind him also fled for his life. They were supposed to be priests who maintained their prestige. This time they simply threw the cross that was temporarily pierced by the wooden slats and fled in embarrassment.

Three unlucky guys were hit by arrows, and the two fled the danger zone with arrow wounds. The unlucky one was killed on the spot by a coincidence.

Einred, holding the hilt of the sword, stood hunched and panted in front of Rurik.

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, it is clear that his plan to take the throne with one mouth is in vain. Looking at the current situation, if this group of Vikings is mainly for money and food slaves, the usurpation of the throne John is drawing wages from the bottom of the tank.

Once you think about it this way, the group of barbarians in front of them are no longer pure barbarians.

Lurik looked at the city wall with a sullen face: "This kind of thing happened in my expectation."

The grieving Erinred was about to smash the hilt of his sword, and he wondered if he really should cooperate with the barbaric Vikings. "The whole Bamburgh is a traitor! Help me regain the throne, you can take everything in the city!"

I heard that Biyuni, Geiger and others were all moved.

But Rurik remained sane. He patted Einred on the shoulder: "King Northumbria, it seems that you still haven't figured out the situation! When did I promise to help you regain the throne? However, the situation is now. It has indeed changed."

That's it, he yelled: "Brothers! Ready to attack the city! Remember, any resistance must be killed! Those who give up resistance must be spared."

The order has been issued, and the Vikings immediately made big moves.

Maybe from the very beginning, I shouldn't have to dawdle with the King of Northumbria, causing the army to waste the viking's mobile raid.

But fortunately, the army took a break and is now confident of breaking the city in one fell swoop.

The Vikings began a siege, and in this battle, King Ernred of Northumbria became a spectator.

What happened next shocked him.

A large number of Viking warriors holding huge round shields protected most of their bodies, and slowly approached the wooden wall in a relatively neat team.

Behind him were some people carrying long wooden ladders, and it was obvious that the Vikings were planning to climb the ladder.

Perhaps climbing the ladder is only the non-main among the many methods. The highlight is the four-wheeled wooden cart full of wooden slats. A heavy vehicle has a tendency to break through the wooden door.

The Viking's projectile weapon has taken off! Now Ernred finally understood what kind of blow he had suffered on the beach.

These are the weapons that fire rocks? It looks like a combination of rope and wood, but it can launch rocks to a long distance?

And their peculiar bow. Where is the bow? Is there a bow lying down in this world? and many more? Is the bow arm still iron?

The Balmerks once knew nothing about siege warfare. So far they entered the British Isles. They learned to fight in battle. Now these hundreds of people have become masters in siege warfare. The so-called strong men who survived the first battle became veterans, and the veterans who survived the second battle directly became elite.

These siege Balmerks, this battle is already their third siege.

Rurik used the tricks he had used to command the Russ to attack the city and used them to command these people.

The battle went very smoothly. The defenders of Bamburgh, who had poor strength and scarce long-range weapons, tried to prevent the enemy from climbing the wall by archery and stone throwing urns, but the wall quickly became a **** on earth.

The Shetlandites always acted in fear of death. They were ordered to throw arrows desperately in the rear to provide support, objectively suppressing the defenders at the head of the city.

The bull trebuchet throws stones into the city indiscriminately, and the effect of creating panic is more deadly than killing the enemy.

As for the torsion slingshot, it was a heavy sniper equipment. Some of the defenders at the head of the city were hit by a cone-shaped cast iron bullet directly into the head under John's nose.

John felt that this was his own destiny, and that defeat was inevitable. He hurriedly pulled down the wooden wall, only to be hit by a stream of arrows on his shoulder.

"Ah!" He fell heavily to the ground and pulled out the arrow fiercely.

"Damn it, my mail can't prevent this?"

When he took a closer look at the arrow cluster, he saw that this long and sharp iron arrow cluster was indeed not the arrow of his own country. He suddenly understood that the arrow was made by the barbarians to break armor.

Although the city gate was bolted, the violent shock was like a hammer beating his heart.

John knows a way to escape from the back door. Even if the city has enemy eyes on all sides, if you continue to stay in the city, it will be a dead end.

Kingship? Possess the queen's body? wealth?

forget it! Now it's important to escape.

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As everyone knows, some soldiers have been staring at John's actions.

Just as he was approaching the back door, more than a dozen kingdom fighters rushed up, and a sap rammed it to the ground.

When John was pulled by his hair and raised his head, in extreme pain, he saw the queen with the little prince Ella, standing in front of him with a sullen face.

Suddenly, there was a bang in the distance.

It's the gate! The siege rusher smashed the wooden door open, and amidst the roar of killing, the Vikings holding their tomahawks rushed into the city.

But Queen Anna had no fear at all. She returned to her former arrogance, raised her boots and stepped directly on John's head, pressing her head on the black soil mixed with excrement and urine: "I already know it all. My king has returned, I No more compromises. You are not a magistrate, let alone a king! Now, I will hand over you, the usurper, to the king!"