Chapter 609: The Bloody Wall

The large pottery and wide-mouthed iron pots placed on the big ship were all unloaded, and the coalition troops set up some stoves and began to cook delicious meals very recklessly.

Also last night, the coalition soldiers who were busy spreading a bonfire around Tamworth to scare people, visited the three nearby villages and all the farmland by the way.

The local area is already a crop area for spring wheat. After the wheat was harvested, the farmland was abandoned seasonally, and the cabbage was plundered by the coalition forces before it was ripe.

The chopped vegetables were thrown into the cauldron, and some of the onions that had been collected were thrown in along with the jerky stored on the ship, and even a lot of salt. The staple food is naturally oatmeal, and it will take some time for it to be fully cooked. Someone is stirring this fragrant meal with a wooden stick.

The strong aroma permeated the camp of the Viking coalition forces. They had been stationed in the west of Tamworth City. The weak north wind blew, and some of the aroma diffused directly into the city.

The vast number of warriors were gathered, and after the morning rest, they were ordered to eat their own dry food, but the mouth-watering meals in these iron pot taoweng were not edible.

They gathered together, taking Rurik's orders.

But I saw this blond boy standing on a pile of grass and dirt carts holding a sword and shouting: "Brothers, are you greedy?"

This is really a well-informed question.

Then there was something good and laughed and shouted, "When can we eat?"

"Yeah! When can we eat it! Brothers, we are about to take action, we are going to create a hill, prove our strength to Odin, and then follow the breakthrough directly to the city wall. Those enemies never thought we would have such tactics. .But you will be very tired if you do this. These delicacies are for you, and when the evening comes, you withdraw and enjoy the delicious food!"

Afraid that his voice lacked penetrating power, Magnute also had a thick and old voice, and kept describing a principle: to complete today's task, everyone eats and drinks.

It is only right and proper to pay for the labor and get the delicious food. The soldiers of the coalition were cheering, and their morale was extremely high.

Vegetables, meat, wheat, and salt were mixed into a delicious meal, and Rurik ordered a portion of the clotted seal oil to be thrown into all the pots to enhance the aroma.

There is no shortage of seal oil here for the Rus, nor for the Balmers. It's essentially a food, and it's more recent to open up widely as a lubricant.

The smell of oil made the breath more attractive, and the Mercian warriors stationed on the city wall noticed that they were spreading the meal, and while raising their vigilance, they also evoked greed for the smell.

The aroma floated directly to the palace, and Bottomwolf thought that the royal chef had cooked a delicious meal. When he understood the current situation, he was surprised at first, and then fell into deep fear.

Some guards did not know the reason, and said to the prince in an attitude of encouraging morale: "They are eating a big meal. If they are full, they may not be able to fight, and they just want to lie down and sleep."

Bottomwoolf held the battlement with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Can't fight? This is their last meal before the war. You all have to be vigilant, there will be a fierce battle today."

Will there really be a fight? But His Royal Highness' guess is close to the truth.

The decisive battle is indeed about to begin, but it has an eerie starting point.

The Viking army was like a pile of firewood, and Rurik lit the flames. They roared with their mouths tearing raw meat in disbelief, and the Roths and Balmers were beating their shields with swords and axes.

Even the hundred servant warriors of Suomi, who fought for their new masters in this new world, shouted with their bows held high when they learned that they were entitled to the spoils.

The army outside the city was still alive with Megatron, and the soldiers and civilians who were immersed in yesterday's victory were slapped in the face. Mercia's royal guards and a large number of armed farmers and citizens arrived at the city wall with a variety of weapons. The captain of the guard, who had half a broken palm, greeted his subordinates and continued to boil hot water to scald the enemy.

The Mercians were actively preparing for defense, but they had been struck by the enemy's amazing arrows, javelins, and stones, and even though they were sheltered by the stones of the battlements, the hearts of the warriors were full of fear.

Anxiety, fear and laziness are intertwined. Even if Prince Bottwoolf wears armor to go to the front line, he cannot immediately arouse the strong fighting spirit of the soldiers.

The afternoon sun was exceptionally warm, and it was a good day for a war.

The weak north wind blew the grass silly, and there was a low rumbling in the ears of every soldier.

Rurik felt that the time was right, looked at the warriors who were eager to try, and pointed at the daggers: "Odin's warriors! Go forward! Let's create a mountain!"

The Allies are in action!

Thirty two-wheeled carts, loaded with dirt, were pushed by two people and two others with shields for cover. The Ross Army is responsible for the heavy work in this regard, hoping to take proper precautions to avoid being harassed and damaged by the enemy.

More than 400 people from the Balmerk Army participated in the first batch of operations. The two of them carried a tree trunk, and there were people in front of them who were guarding with shields.

Hundreds of people with shovels stood by in the rear, ready to pile fresh soil on the empty carts they brought back.

The group of them started rushing towards the city wall. Arik and Biyonni each led a hundred men and arrived at the city with two kinds of crossbows, and were responsible for sniping any enemy who planned to counterattack from the battlements.

The ten bull catapults were quickly moved to their proper locations, and they were actually operated by the Ross sailors who were in charge of operating the ships. Of course they can turn into melee warriors, but time is running out. Most of the old bodies are not suitable for fighting, but they are enough to control heavy weapons to support the young cubs in battle.

The stones from the local material began to be thrown frantically. It doesn't matter what target they hit, it makes the most sense to create an atmosphere of terror.

Prince Bottwoolf put out a pair of vigilant eyes, the enemy is continuing to attack the city, right?

"The warriors of the kingdom! Here they come! Prepare to kill them with bows, arrows and rocks!"

Indeed, there are always people who aspire to be heroes in times of crisis, even when faced with risk. Some humble farmers, they regard sitting side by side with His Royal Highness today as the greatest honor in life, and didn't the priest also say it? Killing others is the greatest sin, killing "savage humanoid monsters" is not guilty!

The peasant held the stone in his arms, just waiting for His Highness to give the order.

Fortunately, Arik and Biyonni's shooting troops have already arrived at the appropriate location one step ahead. Among them, the people who carried the large wooden raft temporarily tied it on the ground, and then supported it with wooden bars, which became a remarkable shield against arrows.

There are six such giant shields, enough to provide absolute cover for a group of shooters.

The vigilant archer was either kneeling or standing, and naturally he was vigilantly sticking out his very limited body, and the charged crossbow was already aimed at the battlements ahead.

Of course Rurik could have done even crazier, but after the previous battle, he found that the cast iron projectiles consumed a little more, so he no longer used the torsion slingshot as support. The actual combat proved that it was just a one-pound iron bullet that flew out at a not astonishing speed, and the damage to the city wall should be ignored.

Those pushing the trolleys were about to reach their positions, and Bottomwoolf ordered a counterattack.

The armed peasants who were ordered began to throw stones down, and Arik and Biyonny, who were standing still, immediately started sniping.

Precise crossbow arrows flew, and the powerful arrows directly smashed through the body of the armorless farmer. The blow from the steel-armed crossbow instantly killed people.

"Quick! Hurry up and continue to support." When Arik shouted, he saw the small black-haired men from the Suomi people started shooting arrows at random, and he couldn't help laughing. Then he shouted to his subordinates: "Hurry up and don't lose to those black-haired people."

A trolley full of dirt just needs to lift the handlebar suddenly and then pull it back, and a lot of earth will be unloaded.

Thirty wheelbarrows were unloaded at one point, and it was at this point that the subsequent log-bearers began to unload their logs.

The round wooden slats are not thrown around. They are placed flush with the city wall, and they are neatly arranged one after another, as if laying a boardwalk.

After they braved the stones thrown by the enemy and blocked the enemy's counterattack with their shields, there was no need to be afraid.

Because the Mercia defenders are cowardly!

In other words, Tamworth, a fortress in the early Middle Ages, did not evolve to the technical level of a bastion at all, and the siege tactics shown by Rurik were more advanced.

Rurik knew how to build bastions and knew the advantages of crossfire.

"This group of guys is only capable of this? How easy is it for my fixed-point strike?" He was sure that he would win.

Magnut looked at it with gusto, and then shouted, "Your carts have been withdrawn, it's time to dig new soil."

"Yeah, brothers are all ready."

"Look!" Magnute pointed again. "My men have also withdrawn, and new wood has to be carried. Rurik, how many repetitions do you think we can succeed?"

"Maybe twenty times."

"Huh? So much?"

"A lot?" Rurik shook his head. "In my opinion, it doesn't take much time to repeat it once. It must be a waste of energy. You see, when the army comes back in the evening to eat the thick porridge that has been boiled into a paste, I will prepare the food. There are a lot of them, and everyone has no worries.”

"Okay, let's go on then. We'll..."

"Yes!" Rurik looked at his father-in-law with great confidence, "Tomorrow is the day the city will be broken."

If the soil slope is basically completed today, only more soil needs to be added tomorrow, and the army that rests overnight will be able to attack the city with power. He didn't worry that the Mercian garrison would destroy the slope, they simply didn't have the ability.

From Mercia's perspective, what is the barbarian doing so weird? Bottomwoolf gradually had an epiphany, then a shock, and finally a sense of despair.

"They're piling up dirt slopes! They're going to hit the wall! You're going to kill them!" he nearly broke his throat.

However, he shivered when he saw his soldiers hiding behind the battlements. Although there were soldiers in the distance shooting arrows for support, the prince watched eagerly as those people were shot and shot down.

Naturally, the brave stood up, threw the oil casually and squatted down.

As for the person trying to shoot the arrow, he was hit by a sniper just after the probe.

The defenders of the battlements were completely suppressed, and only a few defenders were throwing stones blindly across the battlements.

To make matters worse, the more the defenders throw stones, the more they are literally contributing to the enemy's work.

Bottomwoolf could not have expected such a means of his opponent, and what was even worse was that he was powerless.

The captain of the guard took a group of warriors who joined together to carry the wooden bars and hang the water urn to the wall.

"His Royal Highness, this time it's hot oil. I used all the holy water in the church, which can burn them to death."

"You!" The arrival of the captain of the bodyguard should have pleased the crown prince, but it would be inappropriate not to talk about this secret weapon, "You are blaspheming the sacred object!"

"Your Highness, we have no choice. To blame is that our walls are not high enough."

"Okay. Burn them to death!"

Even in churches, there are very few rose essential oils in reserve, and it is quite difficult to prepare aromatic essential oils from flowers. It is so fragrant that it must have divine power. At the same time as they were requisitioned, the priest also hoped that these sacred objects could slay the demons under the city.

A layer of hot oil floated in the boiling water, and the oil-water mixture in this urn was fragrant. The big urn was just pushed up against the wall by the sackcloth warriors with their hands full of them, and Arik was shooting again.

Arik was taken aback, he could guess what the enemy was trying to do.

It was a pity that he and his subordinates were still a step late, and Tao Weng was simply pushed down, giving the Balmers a head-on blow to the people who were laying the wood.

The people who were instantly scalded were hurriedly undressing. When their sackcloth was taken off by their partner, they saw that the skin actually fell off!

Some people covered their faces and screamed, while others rolled on the floor.

Even so, the work of laying wood strips to pile the soil could not stop.

The price of heroism may be death, and the Mercians carrying Taun were hit by arrows.

The Balmers retreated for the time being, and the Mercian Army, in a panic, pushed all the ten Taowengs they had prepared prematurely.

The result of the secret weapon was too weak, but it only caused five Balmerks to be scalded, and the rest rushed to escape to avoid subsequent losses.

The sacred rose oil is meaningless, and Bottomwulf has no ideals about these things.

He drew his sword and scolded the captain of the bodyguard: "You look up to your own things, and they are here again. Bring the warriors to gather here, and we will fight against them! Remember, just build a new wall with corpses, and they cannot break through. The city walls enter the inner city!"

The sudden scalding did not surprise Rurik at all. There were bound to be casualties in the battle, and the coalition forces could bear these casualties.

Considering that the enemy was still using this trick, he urgently ordered the five torsion slingshots to be temporarily thrown into a cart full of dirt, and the heavy weapons were transported directly to the front line.

This is not the end, since the enemy's firepower has been suppressed, more than a hundred people with digging shovels rushed directly to the nearest digging slope.

Thousands of people continued to pile up wood and soil in turn, and a mound was quickly emerging.

They were already working on the high ground, and a group of shield-wielding warriors had to stay at the forefront, carrying stones and arrows thrown by the enemy, to cover the brothers and continue their work.

The torsion slingshot has always kept its power, and it shoots when an enemy emerges.

The cast-iron projectiles rattled the battlements, and the flying rubble bruised Bottomwulf's sallow-bearded face.

His face was covered in blood, and the soldiers were so shocked that they thought that the prince was injured, and he was about to be taken away by his subordinates.

"You idiots, leave me alone! Stop them! Fight them!"

The chief guard screamed in the crisis: "His Royal Highness, they are about to build the slope, and we are finished."

"Are you an idiot?" The prince broke free and immediately ordered: "Fight with them, defend the city wall, and block them even with your chest!"

Prince Bottwoolf, he took the attitude of taking the lead, but he should not appear in the restricted area as the prince.

The captain of the guard let out a long sigh, and ordered his subordinates with the force of almost biting his teeth: "Take His Highness away and take it to the inner city. Others, it's time to prove their loyalty, follow me and them desperately!"

From cowardly to heroic, the Mercian defenders made the transition in just one second.

Even if the prince was struggling, he didn't want the guards who died in the battle to forcibly take him away.

The captain of the guard looked at the prince's back and frowned. The setting sun illuminated his face orange, and he turned his head to look at the soldiers gathered on the city wall and the armed farmers gathered below.

Without any generous remarks, the captain of the guard just held an axe in his left hand and jumped down the city wall, which was already low to 1.5 meters. Seeing this, a group of warriors from the kingdom jumped heroically with weapons and determination to die.

More than half of the dirt slope that is beneficial to the Viking coalition has been completed, and the entire task has been completed in just one afternoon of work?

Magnut squinted and saw that there was a fight ahead. "Haha, Rurik, we did it. The decisive battle has begun. I saw that those Mercians knew they were going to perish and started to jump down and fight us?"

"Yeah, are we going to break through the city for a decisive battle now? It's already evening, and the time is very unfavorable. Our people are too tired."

"Are you hesitating? Boy, I'm going to charge with the others. Come on with your Ross army, let's go."

"Alas!" Rurik was about to hold back and explain, but Magnut felt that he could do it again, and he shouted and rushed up with his sword. Seeing that, the other Balmerks stopped carrying wood, and everyone brought weapons. Unleash a sunset attack.

Maybe this is the final battle?

The brothers were completely tired of building the slope, and Rurik did not feel that the coalition was now suitable for a fierce battle.

Unfortunately, the coalition forces were almost out of control, and Rurik knew that even if he wanted to issue orders, he could only restrain some of the Rus soldiers.

Check it out!

Rurik saw an incredible shocking scene. A large number of Mercian warriors were jumping from the city wall, and they had already started to fight with the unprepared Ross and Balmerk warriors.

Those who were excavated lacked defense, the coalition was beaten with a sap, and some were killed by the Mercian army in the chaos.

However, the Viking coalition forces that had just reacted immediately began to fight back.

Around the slope, there was the sound of metal crashing, the roar of soldiers, and the wailing of the wounded.

The archers of Arik and Biyonni are also firing arrows frantically, and the five torsion slingshots placed at the forefront simply smashed the enemies who were just about to cross the battlements into a bloody mess!

Those who fought fiercely stepped on the bodies of the dead, some from the Mercian army, some from the Balmer army.

The First Flag Team of the Ross Army also quickly stopped carrying the soil, returned to its original warrior state, and charged bravely with steel swords.

Grund and his tool men dressed as iron men pushed the Balmerk friendly troops who were in the way in front of them, and quickly rushed to the front line to fight the red-eyed Mercia.

Even if they are invulnerable, some "iron men" fall and die in the endless stampede, becoming a new step in the soil slope.

Those cowardly peasants in Mercia now have ten thousand times more courage, or they have no brains, and succumb to the courage of the Saxons who are in the soul, and the Balmers and Rus who are actually related by blood. fight together.

The blood-red sunset was in the west, and the dry slopes were becoming muddy, as if it had just rained.

It was red rust-smelling rain, and the city walls were dipped in red...