Chapter 1521: The Luxembourg Frank Army’s Halloween Offensive in Early Winter Starts

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On a new day, under the escort of Ross cavalry, Ragnar's Danish army continued to float downstream in their already bloated longships.

They marched towards the mouth of the Sauer River.

At the same time, Rurik's new camp at the mouth of the river has begun to take shape and is continuing to be built.

Each Rus warrior carries a shovel. At first this was Rurik's decision to slap his head, as if every soldier must equip a shovel, water bag, and backpack.

A spatula with a sharp edge can be used as a weapon, and it makes a good frying pan when cleaned.

Its most essential job is to dig the ground. After removing the small wooden handle and inserting a temporary long wooden pole, it becomes a pretty good long-handled shovel.

Relying on this excellent tool, soldiers dug soil on a large scale in the soft river mouth area. Thousands of people worked together to build a circular low wall with a circumference of 1,000 meters and still piled new soil to continue to heighten it.

Based on the earth wall, a large number of newly cut saplings were chopped and inserted into the mound to make a fence wall. They deliberately left some small holes, which were then deliberately rammed out of the platform to place a torsion slingshot as a fixed weapon.

As for the camp’s gates, it has three.

There are two gates on both sides. They do not have city gates. Instead, they have horse-rejecting stakes that can be quickly deployed. When the enemy attempts to attack, they will be deployed. The soldiers place the horse-rejecting stakes and shoot arrows wildly at the enemy.

The real gate faces the quietly flowing Moselle River. There are still a large number of long boats parked on the riverside, and there is an endless stream of ships. A batch of stones transported from Trier City continue to strengthen the low wall.

Rurik was very much looking forward to the enemy foolishly taking the initiative to attack. In order to ensure that the enemy could seek their own death, the narrow Sauer River during the dry season, a small river with a width that had been reduced to less than fifty meters and an average depth of one and a half meters, was divided into two The long boat is a pontoon, and a large number of newly cut cedar trees with extremely slender trunks serve as bridge boards, and a pontoon bridge appears.

The bridge would facilitate the enemy's cross-river attack on the Russian military camp and fortress, and now also facilitated the rapid movement of the Russians across the river.

The flag of the military camp was flying. Although the weather was cold, the soldiers who were busy working in the heat were digging into the soil with only their shirts on. More logs were dragged back from a distance by horses.

The military camp still looks like a large construction site, and King Rurik of Rus turned into an overseer.

At this moment, Count Gilbert of Ramongo, who was still being monitored by the guards, also turned into a guest.

"Is it really necessary for you to do this? You build a city in the bayou area." Gilbert couldn't understand such a novel strategy.

This person is really stupid. He doesn't know the advantages of setting up the battlefield for his own side.

Rurik stood in the wind and smiled: "In this way, the Archbishop's army will be forced to attack the city. In this way, our arrows will defeat them."

"Is that really the case?"

"Let's wait and see." Rurik turned to look at Gilbert's face and suggested: "At that time, you can take your people and leave our camp for the time being, and persuade your army to leave the battlefield, so as to avoid misunderstandings. You know Yes, arrows have no eyes, and fanatical warriors will kill even their own people if they become ruthless. If your persuasion fails, my people will still kill and injure a large number of your militiamen, so don’t resent me."

"Okay." Although he still didn't understand, Gilbert felt inexplicably dangerous, and he sighed: "I will try my best. But..."

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"What?"

"How do you know that the Archbishop must take the initiative to attack?"

"Who knows? Only God knows." Rurik shrugged: "If they are weak, the Danes will destroy them, and there will be no need for me to participate in the war. I don't believe that the more than 5,000 warriors marching in mighty way are Fool, if the Danes are defeated, your people will take advantage of the victory and come to pursue them. Besides, my letter of war is not written in vain."

In Gilbert's opinion, the war was under the control of King Ross, and he spoke eloquently in Latin, saying that he was actually fighting this monster.

At this moment, the majestic figure of King Rus also looked like a Roman general.

It's like Caesar is reincarnated.

Rurik had to consider a lot, not only if the Archbishop of Liege was a tortoise, but also if this man led troops on the valley road during the last cavalry attack.

If conditions are lacking, create conditions, so he gave the cavalry regiment led by Fisk two tasks. One is to deceive the enemy when necessary, and the other is to monitor the enemy if they are foolish enough to go straight to the valley road in the north to attack Terry. Well, just beat them and lure them to the camp at the mouth of the Sauer River.

The cavalry was escorting the Danes back, the flag was flying high, and the camp had scaffolding made of multiple logs. Standing on such a crude watchtower, the sentry could see the approaching friendly forces from a distance.

"It's our cavalry! And... the Danes."

The sentry came down quickly, and Rurik couldn't help but feel happy when he learned about this situation.

He knew that if Ragnar won, this guy must be busy plundering, and the cavalry he deployed also stopped watching, and joined the battle to search for loot under the euphemistic name of aiding the battle.

How many days has it been since the Danes set out?

Their return so early was clearly defeated, so the Danes must have been followed by a large number of enemies.

Rurik patted his face and refused to issue combat orders for the time being. "It's time to ask the Danes about it."

The trumpet sounded loudly, and the soldiers who were busy digging in the earth stopped their work.

Rurik summoned some warriors to act as his guard of honor, and lined up from the small door on the side. They carried a large number of flags, and the flags rang violently in the wind.

Rurik is still very conspicuous wearing a gold laurel crown on his head, and the king's flag with red wadding behind him is even more conspicuous.

Ragnar held the monster on the bow of the ship and looked forward, feeling deeply unreal. He sighed secretly: "Russians, you built a city out of flat ground?"

Even for Fisk, the speed at which the king built the city surprised him, so when Ragnar asked, he hesitated and just praised Rurik.

The Sauer River and the Mosel River form a T-junction, and the Ross Army Camp is located on the left bank of the river with harder soil.

The pontoon bridge across the river forced the Danish fleet to stop, and the ships were simply half-grounded on the river bank among withered yellow reeds. The soldiers disembarked one after another.

Rurik was dumbfounded by this scene. He didn't expect that a longship could hold sixty or seventy people. Although the longship had this ability, it was an extreme measure. "Hell, Ragnar's defeat was a bit outrageous this time. He seemed to be missing half the ship."

Everyone saw the strength of the Danish army when they went out to fight. The majority of Russian soldiers were already talking about it after witnessing this.

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Considering the new defeat of the Danes, everyone tacitly just watched and whispered to each other in order to avoid irritation and harmony, never letting the Danes hear their criticisms.

Rurik simply pretended to be confused about this obvious defeat, and he opened his arms with a performative smile on his face.

He went straight to Ragnar who was disembarking from the ship.

"Congratulations! Brother! Congratulations on your victory! The gods protect you."

After hearing some beautiful words, Ragnar's depressed expression improved. He walked forward and smiled bitterly: "Thank you for the good words, but I... did not win."

"No victory? What's going on?"

Ragnar lowered his head. He was embarrassed to say that he was defeated and continued to repeat: "I did not win."

For the Danes who were plundering in Britain, no victory was equal to defeat. Ragnar didn't want to have to look back on his defeat, so he didn't ask anything about Rurik.

"Okay then, you are all back."

Rurik extended his right fist, and Ragnar was able to counter it in time.

"Welcome to my new military camp. I hope our enemies will be stupid enough to attack on their own initiative. Then this will be our big altar for blood sacrifice to Odin."

Hearing this, Ragnar's depressed face finally showed a smile.

In the king's big tent in the camp, the two kings of the north met here. A group of Danish elite warriors and a large number of Russian officers joined the meeting.

Even Gilbert, Count of Ramongo, who had already declared an alliance.

To this day Ragnar still resents the presence of such a captured noble. "Perhaps your prisoner of war should withdraw. He has no right to participate in the meeting of the council."

Rurik shook his head: "Now that Count Ramengao is an ally, he is not a threat. I don't think I need to repeat my words. Brothers, let's talk about what you experienced there."

Ragnar hesitated for a moment. He wanted Rurik to avenge himself, so he had to tell the whole story.

Of course, in order to make up for his obvious defeat, he said that the enemy was clearly an unstoppable force.

"The Franks still have cavalry! Their infantry is not afraid of death, and their courage... seems to be comparable to that of your Russians. I, a thousand people, organized a shield wall, and I killed too many enemies, and the dead bodies were piled in the ground. Qiu, but their charge was like a flash flood. I don’t know their number, but!”

Having said this, Ragnar simply stretched out his right hand and pointed directly at Gilbert: "It is definitely not the five thousand people this prisoner of war said! The enemy is at least ten thousand people! Oh no. If one finger represents a thousand people, I Hands and feet will be stretched out.”

"Twenty thousand people?" Rurik was shocked. He immediately adjusted his mood, guessing that Ragnar had suffered a defeat and was trying to increase the enemy's strength to regain his inner strength.

But the Danes were defeated.

A thousand Viking warriors launched a surprise attack, but were routed by the militia and fled, leaving behind nearly two hundred corpses.

Rurik frowned and thought silently: "Maybe there are still people captured. The Ramengau area is very close to the former Danish port of Durist. Maybe there is someone who understands Norse. If the enemy knows about us through prisoners of war What will happen to the details?"

The retreat of the Danish army illustrates at least two major facts: the enemy is not afraid of fighting, and the enemy's strength far exceeds Gilbert's description.

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Based on Gilbert's discussion, Rurik could only believe that the archbishop was using his own methods to increase troops crazily. It is not even ruled out that new imperial nobles will join the war, which explains the situation of the new cavalry units Ragnar saw.

The initial cost of the Archbishop of Liege's crazy increase in troops is to feed this group of soldiers. If there is no war, they will be a large group of dung-making machines. If they do not choose to attack, how long can they continue such crazy internal friction?

Rurik considered various descriptions and asserted in this meeting room: "The war will break out in the near future, maybe within a week!"

"Then do it!" Ragnar regained his wolf-like eyes, "I will take revenge."

All the Russian generals were excited. Now that the king has spoken, this is the enemy's cemetery and the great altar of blood sacrifice for the northerners, and the digging and felling of the brothers will not be in vain.

Gilbert did not know that after he was captured, Archbishop Hatgar planned the All Saints' Day Offensive shortly after those who had sent Ross's letter returned to the Luxembourg camp.

Even if the weather gets colder, even if the first snow of this winter may fall, it will not affect the Frankish army's attack.

That day is now imminent.

"war!"

"revenge!"

"Destroy Satan!"

The people in the Luxembourg camp were so excited that they completely forgot that they had lost 800 militiamen in order to win a blocking battle.

Because now they have twelve thousand militiamen! The scale is beyond the control of Count Eberhard of Ulichgao.

Now any complex combat plan can only be reflected on paper. If the tasks are continued, the huge militia will not be able to implement them at all, but will only add to the chaos.

It stands to reason that such a huge team can be split into thirty flag teams! The great nobles can command large armies as long as they assign tasks to each banner captain.

With such a force, if we think back to when Charlemagne put down the rebellion of the Lombards and swept away the Avars, the emperor only had 30,000 to 40,000 troops.

He actually had the opportunity to command an army that was nearly a quarter of the emperor's strength to launch a war. Eberhard didn't feel the slightest glory, but was deeply distressed.

Therefore, this army cannot make any tactical maneuvers. If you want to implement the Archbishop's Easter Day offensive, you must designate the most stupid and easiest to implement marching plan. After arriving on the battlefield, the army also fought according to the most primitive method. The so-called countless warriors attacked in groups, no longer paying attention to formations, but overwhelming the enemy with absolute force.

Eberhard discussed this plan with Hartgar, but the latter was completely ignorant of commanding operations, so he openly stated: "I support you unreservedly."

Perhaps it was not his intention. The Archbishop's move was to put aside all responsibilities. Without the support of any advisers, Eberhard had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Fortunately, all the priests in Luxembourg will be mobilized by then. The Archbishop of Liège will go to the battlefield in person, and Hatega will live and die with this army. Of course, the most realistic meaning is that before the war begins, the soldiers need blessings from the priests, and Hatega has no right to leave.

Finally, the morning of Halloween.

In the early morning, a large number of soldiers and civilians held torches and gathered at the monastery down the hillside. No one cared about the cold weather. The people gathered also carried luggage of all sizes. Oxen carts were loaded with a lot of baggage, and handcarts were also piled with freshly baked black bread.

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At dawn, people finally welcomed Archbishop Hatega wearing a bishop's hat.

Just like in Liege, the Easter parade begins at dawn!

The priests followed in the footsteps of the archbishop, carrying their sacred vessels. They were dressed in regalia, and warriors cleared the way for them.

Luxembourg has always been a remote country, and there are no valuables in the monasteries here. The Archbishop of Liège fled with the sacred vessels of the cathedral. These dazzling golden sacred vessels were radiant in the morning sun, and the golden light cut through the cold morning fog. The valley area seemed like Sanctuary.

More and more militiamen followed the priests' parade, and the increasingly larger team circled the entire camp. During this period, Hatgar continued to dip newly broken cypress branches into holy water of rose essential oil in a silver pot and sprinkled it into the camp. The land indicates that the entire military camp has received divine protection.

The long walk was a real physical test for Hartega, and he knew he had to persevere.

Because the agreed date of departure is early tomorrow morning!

This night, many excited militiamen could not sleep. They had no fear of dying in battle, because everyone had received divine blessings, and their souls who died in the crusade against Satan immediately went to heaven.

They wanted to go to the battlefield immediately to fight their respective Norman bandits. If they died, they would go to heaven and if they survived, they could freely plunder the loot.

After all, some people obtained a batch of high-quality hand axes and spears from the Danes. These tools will greatly improve farmers' productivity levels.

The golden light of the morning sun shines through the morning mist, and the entire Luxembourg Valley is bathed in a golden curtain.

The militiamen gathered together with a large amount of baggage. The army of 12,000 men, including young men and old men, joined the war with the best weapons they could equip. Even poor people used sharpened sticks as spears and oak hammers as war hammers in order to exchange shotguns for cannons.

Their feet were made of leather shoes tied with their own leather, and some were so bold that they walked barefoot.

Eberhard at least knew the equipment level of this group of militiamen. They were a ragtag group of people. Fortunately, they had strong morale and had many troops. If there were really two thousand Russians and one thousand Danes, as long as the militiamen were determined to fight, they would gather in Luxembourg. The Frankish army did have a chance of victory.

"Be optimistic! This is a fateful battle. Your Majesty, you never thought that Luxembourg could muster ten thousand soldiers. After solving the invading Normans, we will go to Alsace to help you win." Eberhard sat down Yu immediately prayed silently, then raised his arms and shouted.

The leather drums and brass trumpets made a loud noise, and the army marched off.

At this moment, a large number of soldiers gathered on the banks of the Alzette River, and there were also a large number of soldiers standing on the captured long boats. Just like the Russians, this Frankish army also made a large number of cross flags with white background and black stripes. Speaking of flags everywhere, a sense of greatness arose in everyone's mind.

Archbishop Hatgar simply stood on the longboat, so that he could watch the militiamen holding the reins towing the longship smoothly, and he could also supervise the advancement of the army.

Frank's Halloween Offensive begins now.

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