Chapter 131 Arik's Duel
Okenstein has been watching the enemy's actions, and now he has fully understood that the pirates are holding the big log to break open the wooden door. The stone walls are solid, but the wooden doors are very weak. The battle at dark, the pirates had tried to break the door, and they almost succeeded.
Okenstein is a formidable and battle-hardened man, and he rarely sees his legs slumped.
He shouted and ordered his own people: "Brothers! They are going to attack the city, and the wooden gate can't hold it. This is our last battle, let's fight like real men! Come with me!"
Okenstein realized that the flimsy door could not withstand the pirates rushing in. Guarding the wall becomes meaningless, so use the courtyard of the castle as the final battleground. Bet on the bravery of the Danes and kill all the pirates! He actually felt that he still had a chance of winning. The so-called pirates rushing in must be quite flustered. And this is the only chance for the defenders to win.
All the people at the top of the wall retreated to the courtyard and formed a circular shield wall under the order of Okenstein.
Okenstein stood in the front row and roared: "For the glory of Denmark, kill all these Svealans!"
"rua! rua! rua..." Everyone sent out their Viking battle cry, waiting for the powerful enemy to invade.
Because these guards are almost all Danes, they are those who despise all the northern seas, although they speak the exact same language.
At this moment, the wooden door was no longer guarded, and the defenders knew that the door would be smashed to pieces if the huge wood collided several times.
Arik took the lead in the charge and suddenly dispersed as he approached the wooden door.
The twenty people who were carrying the wood screamed and smashed the door with the two large holes with the wood. With just one blow, the wooden door collapsed.
At this moment, seeing that the enemy in the courtyard was actually ready for battle, Arik was stunned, and the others were also very surprised.
After a short while, Arik regained his senses and suddenly had an idea. He waved his steel sword and roared, "Don't stop the big tree, keep hitting me! Crash their shield wall!"
Hearing such a roar in Norse language, Okenstein suddenly felt a chill.
I saw the people holding the wood, rushing over in a frenzy. In an instant, the huge wood smashed the shield wall of the guards of Oxon who were waiting in battle, and many people simply fell to the ground.
Arik continued to shout: "Brothers, kill them all."
All Russ have an extra strip of cloth tied around their arms, so as not to hurt themselves in the melee.
Arik took the lead and stabbed one to death when the fallen enemy was not paying attention.
The strong men who carried the wood pulled out the two axes hanging from their waists. With their shields still on their backs, they held two axes high and charged at the enemy in pure berserker stance.
The defending Okenstein expected that the pirates would smash open the city gate, but he never expected that his defense line had been penetrated.
"Quick! Form a shield wall!" Okenstein shouted in confusion, and some people heard his order and began to shrink the front.
However, at least twenty men remained of the defenders, who had already been killed in the initial chaos.
The roaring Russ, their shields collided with the defenders, and for a while it became a pure wrestling between the two sides.
"Brothers, stand up! Give me a stab." Okenstein personally participated in the chaos after giving the order.
Pushed by the people pouring in from behind, the Rus people in front suddenly became difficult to stretch their fists.
The two sides hurt each other through the shield, and as a result, the Rus quickly killed more than a dozen people, only because their leather armor pierced the enemy.
The risky Arik gritted his teeth and insisted, so far his chainmail has three large gaps. He threw it and insisted on fighting, even his back was also supported by his companion's shield, and a powerful force pushed him forward.
Nearly 400 Rus people poured into the empty field in the castle, and the defenders had less than forty people to fight.
Even if Okenstein and his men are brave,
It is also difficult to rely on the strength of 40 people to forcibly withstand the momentum of 400 people.
There are constantly defending soldiers, who are stabbed by spearheads or swords with tricky angles, and die in the chaos. In such battles, the Russ are also paying terrible casualties.
Okenstein's iron sword was slightly bent, and he pressed the wooden shield against most of his body. During the melee, the nose guard of his helmet was also smashed by the axe, and he almost lost his life.
Okenstein has actually stabbed three people to death, and he is not happy, because his formation has been stripped away!
Finally, the line that the defenders were struggling to maintain collapsed!
The proud guard of Castle Lord Oxon was still fighting in the empty field of the castle, and only ten people were left covered in blood. Even if the guards have already killed thirty people in the melee, their own destruction is coming.
Those who have survived until now are the bravest people. Shuangfeng is still fighting with shields. Due to the large number of corpses on the ground, the combat distance between the two sides has finally been opened.
The red-eyed Russ saw the deaths of a large number of brothers, and all they thought about was to cut down the enemy immediately.
They also understood that the last ten enemies were really brave and unusual, and rushing over there was very likely to be killed on the spot.
Arik was panting, his steel sword dripping blood. These young people still had plenty of physical strength. Seeing the corpses all over the place, their calmed minds drove him to pause for a while.
A strange scene appeared in the empty field in the castle.
More than 300 Rus people formed a huge circle and surrounded the ten people in the circle.
Their leather boots were originally stepping on the sandy ground, and corpses were lying under their feet, and now the leather boots were also covered with blood.
The surrounded Okenstein was extremely nervous, his tense arms were slightly slack, and his blood-stained face gradually revealed the entire shield.
"Come on! You pirates, let's fight to the death!"
"Pirates? We're not pirates!" Arik, who was full of vigor, palpated with his sword, pointed his sword directly at the speaker, denying the hateful slander: "Damn Gotlanders, this time we are here for revenge."
"Bah! You are just a bunch of stupid pirates. You dare to provoke us, you are provoking war! You are seeking your own death!"
"War? When will it stop." Arik vigorously flicked the blood on his sword and held it high, the bright white steel sword reflecting its charming golden light under the rising sun.
What a wonderful sheen is this? !
Seeing the strange sword held by the young man in front of him, Okenstein clearly understood that the comer was not an ordinary pirate at all.
He asked loudly, "Who are you? Why are you attacking us for no reason?"
"We are from Rus, I am Arik, the son of the leader of Rus, this time I am here to crusade you! For our dead, revenge!" Arik said deliberately.
revenge? Okenstein finds it ridiculous.
Even more incredible, the other party is actually a Russian.
"You are actually Rus? I have heard of your leader. He has a magical sword. Could it be you? Could it be that you will be the future leader of the Rus?"
"I don't have any more nonsense about dying people." Arik deliberately rambled, just to let himself and everyone rest for a while. Now, he went on to ask, "Are you famous?"
"I'm the captain of the castle guard, Okenstein, and I'm a famous warrior. I've killed a lot of people from the Siya Alliance, and today is my first battle with you Rus people. You are indeed different." In the chaos, Okenstein had an idea, and he actually began to negotiate terms.
"Young man, your name is Arik, and you are the future leader. But it's not fair that you attack us with so many people. Unless, we are one-on-one!"
"Singles? Alright!" Arik stood up without thinking.
In this situation, Harozov was so shocked that he quickly stopped him: "Arik, don't be impulsive! You can't get hurt."
"Enough, uncle." Arik turned his head sharply and reprimanded Harozov: "This is my duel, I want to defeat this strongman."
duel? !
As soon as they heard this word, all the Ross young people who participated in the war couldn't help beating their shields and booing. Because their so-called "dangerous game" is to slash each other with wooden swords and shields, many people have developed the ability to fight alone.
Arik has never fought his true enemy to the death. For his prestige among the young people of the tribe, he knows that he must accept the challenge launched by the enemy.
Seeing that Arik agreed, Okenstein consciously saw hope and immediately put forward a condition: "You and I duel, if I lose, it means that we all die. If you lose, you will spare ten of our lives. how do you feel?"
Arik glanced at it, thought about it and then agreed: "Okay. You and I duel, only one person can survive."
After all, Arik took off the broken chainmail and leather jacket, revealing his upper body full of chest hair and muscle texture. He even threw away the shield, only holding the steel sword in his right hand, shouting: "Dare you dare?"
"Be a Berserker?! Come on!" Oakenstein growled.
At this moment, he has been disregarding the gold coin promised by the gold master.
No matter what your fate is, if you die here, your life will be worth it. How glorious is it to die in the form of a berserker!
Okenstein even threw his helmet aside, exposing his upper body. His muscles were obviously stronger than Arik's, but his old face showed a hint of fatigue.
Amid the roars of hundreds of people, the duel begins.
The two swords slashed together, and at the moment of the collision, many people actually saw the sparks erupting.
Arik was amazed at the strength of the other party, and Okenstein was amazed at Arik's dexterous dodge.
The two sides fought fiercely for five rounds without a clear winner. Finally, in the sixth sword collision, Arik directly cut off Okenstein's sword with the tactical advantage of the steel sword, and the sword edge cut the opponent's sword impartially. neck.
For a moment, Okenstein lost his ability to speak. He stared at the bull's eyes and slowly raised his broken sword. He couldn't believe that there was such a miraculous thing.
Immediately after the sky turned, he saw all the figures shaking, and finally saw the ground full of blood, entering the eternal darkness.
Okenstein was decapitated, and he was also Gotland, the first person whose head was cut off by a steel sword on the battlefield.
In a brief silence, the Rus suddenly went into a frenzy.
Arik picked up the head and frantically raised it to face his own people: "Brothers, I am the real leader of the war."
"Arik! Arik! Arik..." The Russ man banged on his wooden shield and shouted Arik's name in a uniform voice.
This duel is really Arik's battle of fame, and even Harrodsen participated in it. He had to admit that the leader's nephew had become a talent. Then, Ogier, who has become a heroic spirit, should be happy to see his son so heroic!
Not only a duel, but also a successful entry into the castle was also Arik's idea.
A thought immediately popped into Harrodzen's mind: "If it weren't for Rurik. Arik, you would be our new leader. Hopefully, you won't be competing with your brother for the throne."
What is the glory, Arik feels that he is now bathing in the holy sunshine of the morning and receiving the support of his own people.
He threw away the bloody head, and pointed his sword to all the stone buildings: "Follow me! Brothers, take the gold that belongs to us."
The last nine guardsmen were immediately killed in the chaos, and the raging Rus rushed to the stone chambers with their wooden doors locked.
The largest stone room became the target of public criticism.
The big axe directly smashed the wooden door into pieces, and the Russ then aimed at the guards at the four doors at the end of the corridor, and quickly stabbed them with more than ten spearheads.
Another wooden door blocked.
Arik, who had completely turned into a berserker, took over his companion's long-handled axe and made a terrifying slash, and the wooden door fell down in response.
Immediately afterwards, there were the heart-piercing screams of a woman and the wailing of a man.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Arik was stunned, first handing the axe to his companion, and then drawing out the sword.
"The room is very warm, but why does it smell like shame?"
"Aha! It was the man who was fatter than a seal who scared the pee!" A certain warrior roared casually, and the people behind him laughed wildly.
Arik turned his head slightly: "Brothers, have you seen those boxes? They must be all gold. Let's go."
At this moment, the castle owner Oxon was really scared to pee, and after his wife and concubine screamed for a short time, seeing the bloody "wild man" walking in with a sword, he was so shocked that he lost his voice and almost fainted.
After all, they are the mothers of their children. At a critical juncture, they hug their daughters out of maternal instinct, and close their eyes tightly hoping for a miracle to happen.
Miracle? Will there be a miracle? All the defenders must be dead.
Desperate Oxon heard that the pirates wanted gold, and for a moment, he felt that he had hope for life.
In an extremely humiliating gesture, Oxon moved his plump body and climbed like a fat pig in front of Arik whose upper body was covered in blood from others.
"Ah! Your lord, you want gold. I'll give you gold! A lot of gold."
"You?" Arik scorned the humble people in front of him, but when he thought that his biological father died in the hands of these people, he immediately kicked violently, causing Oxon to almost cry.
Oxon slowed down and pointed to his wooden box and his wife and concubine: "Sir, as long as you can spare my life. The gold is for you, and the women are all yours."
Hearing this, his two wives and concubines who were in extreme panic felt a layer of grief and anger now.
The two women huddled together with their children.
Arik looked at the woman, he didn't want to do anything to the woman. Despite the initial melee, the mad Russ is a real indiscriminate attack. As long as everyone calms down a little, there will be no more hacking.
The Rus are also a branch of the Vikings, a society around the Baltic Sea, and it is normal for the losers of the war to be slaves to the winners. It's just that the Rus people are located in remote areas and rarely do foreign expeditions, making slaves used for servitude in the tribe extremely rare.
Now it is different. From this battle to now, as long as the captured people are not injured, they will be taken back as trophies. Besides, most of the prisoners were women!
Arik knew that he shouldn't do anything to women, otherwise he would have a very bad stigma on his back.
The kneeling man was still begging for mercy, but the more this man did this, the more he despised him.
"Hey! Idiot. You still have your sword. Draw your sword and fight us like a man."
Oxon still muttered the words of begging for mercy, and his snot came out. "As long as... as long as you let me go, the gold and silver are yours. Use them to buy my life, okay?"
Arik has been tireless, and he looked at the fat pig fiercely: "If you beheaded, the gold and silver are still ours, what's with you?"
After all, he walked over and mercilessly killed the richest businessman in Thinkenburg.
So far, the entire Gotland fighting force of Thinkenburg has disappeared, and the Rus has won.
Who cares how their raid on Gotland will elicit the reaction of the other Gotlanders, as well as the Danes?
Now Arik doesn't even care about the two curled up women. He kicked Oxon's body away with one kick, then swung his steel sword violently, severing the bronze lock of the leather wooden box with precision.
He lifted the lid, and a large number of Rus people rushed over, and everyone's faces were full of shock - in the box, there were shiny silver coins!