Chapter 941: The Count of Hamburg’s Fight to the Death

The Ross-Saxon coalition was advancing by sea and land.

This detachment was strong, and many soldiers saw the legendary Schleswig Great Wall and a town at the end of the Great Wall.

Liudov had a complicated attitude towards the towns ahead. He told Arik: "The front is Schleswig. I hope you will implement our agreement and only kill the resisters after the army lands."

Arik nodded: "Okay. Indiscriminate killing does not excite me. I hope those people can surrender obediently."

The fleet's operation was destined to go smoothly, but the cavalry immediately faced obstacles from the wall.

Fisk couldn't fly over the wall with his cavalry. For the time being, they could only wait for the "Marines" from the fleet to win quickly.

What is obvious is that an army is arrayed in the open space next to the town. They have cavalry and infantry, and their clothing colors are quite uniform.

Arik couldn't help but be shocked when he saw them: "They? They look like regular Frankish warriors? I saw them in Bremen back then! Ah! They also have cavalry."

Liudolf was also greatly surprised. He understood immediately and nervously pointed out: "I can guarantee that the Count of Hamburg is here."

"Is he really a great Frankish noble?"

"It's not just the big nobles. You killed the Count of Bremen. The biggest local noble is the Count of Hamburg."

"Ah!" Aric slapped his forehead: "Is he the noble that the blue fox mentioned? Then he really can't be killed. Damn it, those cavalry are here, are they deliberately avoiding the coverage of my arrows? What a smart guy. But ...If our cavalry also arrives, it will be their defeat."

A Frankish army formed a military formation, even though their formation pattern did not look much different from that of the various Vikings.

Considering that the opponent's battle was very large, Arik, as the naval commander of the detachment, did not dare to attack rashly.

Let’s look at the soldiers of the First Flag Team. They roared loudly and rushed to the town happily.

Only by fighting with strong enemies can one prove who is the most powerful flag force in Russia. These veterans of many battles are extremely arrogant, but they were restrained by Arik as soon as they landed.

"Keep calm! Line up immediately! Wait for the cavalry to arrive, and we will line up immediately."

He added: "Any robbery should wait until the enemy in front of you is defeated!"

Behind the detachment is the Russian-Danish-Saxon coalition with more than 10,000 troops. As the de facto vanguard, Arik must win this unexpected battle.

The soldiers unbolted the blocked door, and the Ross cavalry who had been waiting for a while filed in.

"Brothers, charge! Our battalion is standing in the territory of the Franks!" Fisk excitedly took the lead and led the team to join the infantry in formation. Only then did he see the Frank army arrayed in the open space not far away.

For a moment, Fisk, who had only very short hair on his head, felt his scalp tense up, and the ecstasy in his heart gave way to vigilance.

He at least led the troops to stand in front of Arik and Liudov, with a total of 1,000 soldiers of the Rus-Saxon army backed by ships and waiting in formation.

He held a recurve bow and asked urgently: "What should we do? Let's go to the cavalry to fight first?"

"Maybe it's not appropriate." Liudov said with a frown.

"You...a defeated nobleman, what are you worried about?"

The words were offensive, and Liudov simply responded with displeasure: "You should be wary, the other party is also a regular Frank cavalry. Don't forget, even if I lose, my soldiers will kill many of your people. If you are careless, ,you will die."

"Oh! Thank you for your advice. Do you have anything else to say?" Fisk was already very impatient.

"Because the Count of Hamburg must be over there."

"The Count of Burgers?!"

"Exactly. What should you do?"

"Of course I want to find a way to capture him!" Fisk did not expect that he would face this situation, because the army would arrive in Hamburg sooner or later. According to King Rurik's plan, he also tried to capture the Frankish nobles as much as possible. Noble prisoners of war were the key to Ludwig's future. The higher the noble, the more useful the bargaining chips are.

"Then you go ahead and attack! Look at their background." Arik encouraged.

"Okay, I have to prepare a little bit. One more thing." He said to Arik who was dismounted.

"how?"

"Give me at least twenty steel-armed crossbows."

"Ah? You have a recurve bow, so what's the use of such a heavy infantry weapon? Oh... I understand." Arik smiled without saying a word, and immediately ordered his soldiers to take out all thirty of their own, and then Additional explanation: "You should know very well that you only have one chance to use such a heavy weapon on a war horse."

"Of course! One chance is enough. I'll hang on to the saddle when I'm done."

The short and thick arrows were inserted into the slot, and the steel-arm crossbow had been fully charged. The cavalry had to hold it with both hands while hanging the reins on their fingers, which made the riding posture quite awkward.

The remaining one hundred and seventy riders, holding recurve bows, divided themselves into two teams and slowly advanced towards the Frankish army.

From Liudov's perspective, these Russians were very disrespectful of etiquette. Didn't they even meet with the nobles before the war? It's truly a barbaric act.

It is undeniable that the clothes of these barbarians are very similar. At first glance, they are imitating the nobility and splendor of the Frank army. Unfortunately, barbarians are barbarians.

Since the opponent is not even willing to negotiate, then use a long, narrow and sharp lance to teach them what politeness is!

Earl Robert, who is in his forties, heard that the leader of the Ross people was a boy under twenty years old. It was time to teach the young barbarian chief what war is.

He led the troops to march forward, his cavalry and lances advancing in unison, facing Ross's army of cavalry and archers advancing steadily.

Then the horns of both sides were blown loudly, and the battle broke out immediately at about one o'clock in the afternoon of that day.

On one side was a forest of spears, and a mobile phalanx advanced steadily.

On one side, there are skilled archers and horsemen, and the horsemen divided into two groups are archers and arrows.

Earl Robert put his lance under his arm. He looked straight in the eye without saying a word, and marked the direction of the attack of the whole team with the direction of his lance. At his side were warriors holding flags, which provided clear identification for all cavalry.

It seemed that this Frank cavalry was about to collide with the oncoming Russian cavalry.

I saw Fisk holding his recurve bow high and taking the lead in shooting the arrow.

Clusters of sharp-pointed arrows flew towards the Frankish cavalry in dense clusters, which really startled the other side.

Robert had never seen such a fighting method before. He subconsciously bent down and only held the horse's head, while the wall under his armpits was still clamped tightly.

He withstood the pressure and shouted to the surrounding soldiers: "Hold on! The family is running fast and stab them to death!"

The cavalrymen listened to the order and kicked the horse's belly hard with both feet on the saddle. These tall and strong horses immediately accelerated and charged forward, gradually reaching full speed.

The Ross cavalry has completed the tactical division of troops. The initial harassment was short and lacked power. When the cavalry moved to the two wings, the attack on the flanks that lacked defense began immediately.

Those long-strung steel-armed crossbows only had one chance to fire, and they would not attack before the opportunity was ripe.

The perfect moment for Lethal Weapon came when Count Robert's unsuspecting flank was exposed to the Ross cavalry who had completed the roundabout.

Previously, the Ross cavalry stood directly on the saddle, holding a crossbow and shooting directly at Frank's tall horse.

Based on many previous battle experiences, and even the experience dictated by the Pecheneg instructor, they shot the man first and the horse! The half-pound arrow was fired rapidly, and the accompanying vibration caused the soldier's arms to tremble.

The heavy arrow was quite short and thick, and its arrow cluster was a four-sided steel cone, which directly penetrated the flesh of the war horse and penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood.

The war horse immediately reached the bottom, knocking over the heavily armored rider holding the lance and throwing him to the ground. The fall was enough to make someone cough up blood.

This round of fatal attacks was completely unexpected by Robert. The effectiveness of the attack also shocked the Ross-Saxony coalition, which was waiting for work with its warships.

The heavy crossbow arrows and a large number of light arrows gave Robert a critical blow, causing more than thirty war horses to fall and instantly lose one-seventh of their combat effectiveness.

Robert, who was charging wildly, missed the target. If he continued to charge forward, he would collide with the main force of the enemy's formation.

At the critical moment, he hesitated.

Robert looked forward and backward, and his attack was anticlimactic. Because the Ross cavalry were shooting arrows crazily behind them, and what was even more outrageous was that they were also throwing arrows at their infantry camp.

He looked back and saw only his infantry position. The soldiers held their wooden shields over their heads, and he was pleased to see that they were holding on to a stable battle line.

The subordinate asked: "Sir, what should we do? Should we directly overwhelm their infantry line?"

"No. If we don't deal with those nasty horse archers, we have no chance. Follow me, turn around and continue to challenge them!"

As a result, the battle flag was waved in the opposite direction, a move that played into Fisk's hands.

The Ross cavalry were all standing in stirrups and shooting arrows. The stable conditions made this group of ruthless people who usually practice crazy output crazy.

The light arrows kept harassing the Frank cavalry. Fortunately, the latter were also elite. The ring-shaped chain mail jammed many arrows, and the arrow clusters clearly penetrated into the flesh. The soldiers gritted their teeth and persisted.

Seeing these Frank cavalry turning their horses and attacking again, the Ross cavalry who were standing still split into two teams. Adhering to the non-contact tactics, they flew past like an eagle, waiting for an opportunity to launch a "three consecutive shots on the grassland."

Gradually, many Frank cavalrymen were covered with so many arrow feathers that they had no time to pull them out. The horses were panting from exhaustion, and the soldiers endured their injuries and continued to fight.

There were many war horses lying on their sides on the battlefield, and some seriously injured cavalry soldiers seemed to be dead. Some soldiers who were knocked dizzy stood up. Having lost their horses, they hurriedly pulled up their injured companions, but they became live targets for the Ross cavalry. They tried in vain to hold back with their shields and were eventually shot.

As long as the fighting continues, Robert's cavalry will gradually wither.

All this was like a reenactment of the battle under the Aleb Fortress, and the Ross cavalry deliberately kept a longer distance to prevent the enemies from suddenly throwing axes wildly and causing casualties.

For the First Flag Troop of the Russian Army who was watching the battle, the soldiers beat their shields and made a loud sound.

The Saxon warriors north of the Great Wall, who had no favorable impression of the Franks, joined the Russians in their war cry.

For the defeated Liudov, he watched the duel between cavalry from the perspective of a bystander. As a friendly force, he wanted Ross's cavalry to win. However, thinking about the annihilation of the five hundred noble cavalry he brought from the fiefdom, he also wished that Count Robert would help him avenge himself.

However, Robert was defeated...

Continuing to fight would only lead to death. To make matters worse, his mount was also injured, and he had at least five arrows stuck in his body. If the double-layered chainmail hadn't stopped him, he would have been injured as well.

He retreated and regrouped with his infantry.

This is a fighter plane!

Arik noticed this and immediately knocked Liudov beside him: "Friend! It's time to fight. Let your Saxon army advance."

"Ah! Actually I don't want to kill them. Maybe I..."

"Idiot! Remember your current identity, the people on the shore are not your friends!" Arik kicked Liudov hard, and then the contradictory man understood.

Liudov had raised the flag of rebellion, and his Saxon warriors wanted to fight more than he did.

The Ross-Saxon coalition began to press forward. They advanced slowly and fired arrows into the air.

Look! Those warriors holding wooden-armed crossbows stepped on the ring with their feet and stretched hard. Then they placed light arrows in the quivers at their waists, then lifted them up and shot them at a 45° angle.

They were in free fire mode, and accompanied by the continuous shooting of Ross's cavalry, Robert's army of more than a thousand people could only hold up their shields and hold on.

Robert finally saw the departure of Ross's army. He had paid a heavy price, and saw some infantry already fleeing the battlefield.

If he continues, his army will collapse, which means the town of Schleswig will be lost!

He withdrew to his own formation, ignored the whizzing arrows, and shouted at the infantry: "We cannot let the Normans win! For the sake of faith! Charge me!"

Then, a magical scene happened!

Because Schleswig was beheaded by the Normans a few years ago, and now the Frankish forces have taken it back. The new priests were more pious, and the new barons were more courageous and honorable.

Priests in black robes, holding high blackened crosses, led the way.

Seeing this, the baron raised his iron sword and called: "Fighters, move forward for our faith."

Of course he would not say "for the glory of Charlemagne". After all, there are a large number of Saxons in this army.

But the soldiers still had strong suspicions, because those Normans actually had a very special flag. No matter how illiterate these peasant soldiers were, the few knowledgeable people and nobles fully understood the meaning of SAKSON on the flag.

"Is the enemy also a Saxon? Are we going to fight our own people?!"

On the other side of the battlefield, this question of the soul is what Liudov is struggling with.

But now, because the depth of the battlefield has been shortened, Robert is convinced that his cavalry finally has a place to use.

At this moment, he only had the last hundred men left who could continue fighting, and many of them still had arrows hanging on them.

Robert made a desperate move and ordered: "Cavalry! Follow me and charge again! Crash their lines!"

As an earl, Robert had already risked his life. If he had to die here, he would die spectacularly.

The exhausted Frank cavalry began a last-ditch effort, and upon seeing this, the Ross cavalry immediately withdrew en masse. Fisk is not stupid. His own war horse is on the small side, and his brothers are all horse archers. It would be suicide to confront an enemy with a very long lance.

Therefore, Fisk withdrew unkindly, and now it was the infantry line of Arik and Liudov to fight against this group of crazy cavalry.

Just facing the cavalry attack and being forced by its momentum, the Saxon infantry line collapsed instantly!

Arik didn't expect this scene at all. He was instantly furious and blushed, but he didn't care about Liudov and his soldiers at all.

"Soldiers of the First Flag Team! Hold still!" Arik continued to order without moving: "Shield Wall!"

The collision still happened.

Whether it was the Ross army or the Saxon army, their lines were directly penetrated by the Frank cavalry. Some soldiers were immediately pierced by the cavalry spears, and many soldiers were knocked to pieces.

But this was indeed the last stand of Robert's cavalry.

The Saxon army's front line had collapsed, and Liudov on the battlefield was holding a sword and shouting Robert's name everywhere.

I saw the Frank cavalry who had thrown away their lances, drew their swords and waved them wildly. Although the line collapsed, the Saxon army did not retreat. They immediately pounced on the cavalry who had lost momentum, slashed the horse's legs wantonly, and killed the cavalrymen.

A cavalryman with obvious special clothes is being besieged. This person has a high force value and is about to leave the battlefield.

"It's Robert." Liudof was shocked because the man was being besieged and could not escape.

More than a dozen people effectively hacked and killed his mount, and finally pulled it off. Just when a short spear was about to kill him, Liudov saw it and pushed the Saxon soldier away, ordering the angry soldiers not to act rashly.

Instead, Liudov's steel sword was pressed against Robert's neck.

"Kill me, barbarian..."

"Robert! Look at me!" Liudov bared his teeth and growled.

"you you?!"

"it's me."

"Earl of Westphalia, what's going on? Why are you here? You..." Robert's eyes widened. He felt that the world was completely unreal, and he completely gave up resistance.

There were endless shouts of killing in his ears, and he knew that the battle between the infantry had begun! He estimated that his soldiers, which were mainly composed of serving farmers, would most likely lose.

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However, this final battle has nothing to do with him, and it is impossible to die on the battlefield.

His current situation is extremely embarrassing. In short, he and some of his remaining cavalry subordinates have become prisoners of war. They were all dragged out of the battlefield and were held under guard at the dock where the Normans landed.

Facing the back of Liudov, who was commanding the battle, he scolded this man as a traitor. Even though he couldn't understand why things developed like this, he even felt that it was a complete set of treachery.

After all, someone had written a letter asking for help to Liu Doufu some time ago.

No! Maybe he went to the Danish world on Prince Ludwig's order, and he had already colluded with the locals. Where is the call for help? ! Just lure yourself to death! Liudov is a traitor! Betrayed the kingdom! Betrayal of faith! Betrayed a friend! He even betrayed his family.

Robert stayed at the edge of the battlefield and kept cursing, sitting and watching the brutal bloody battle...

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