king of ros

Chapter 138
"What's going on here? Why is it burning over there?"

Near the walled city that had just been captured, the leader dressed as a Norseman looked at the black smoke flying into the sky and the falcon flying into the sky amidst the fireworks, and couldn't help but say.

The commander is naturally Olaf, his equipment can be described as extremely luxurious, all kinds of detailed carvings are engraved on the helmet, and the armor is needless to say, made by famous craftsmen in Hedeby.

Olaf, who had been through the war for a long time, naturally smelled the smell of war, but he was not surprised. There were still many Ross guerrillas active in the wilderness.

These people who were robbed were full of hatred for the Bulgar army, and it is not surprising that they are now attacking.

Behind Olaf is a huge army, and a large number of armored warriors are at the front of the queue. They are the elite that Olaf has accumulated over the years.

Behind them were many farmers with bitter faces. If the officers around them didn't wave their whips from time to time, these people would have run away long ago.

The combat effectiveness of these people is extremely weak, but the commander of this army doesn't care.

Pulling these people is just to make them ostentatious and affect the morale of the Ross people. When seeing a large number of compatriots surrendering to the enemy, many people will also be shaken.

"Sir, do we need to stop?"

Behind Olaf, a warrior also dressed as a Norse warrior said.

Suzdal is home to many Norse immigrants, and Norse warriors are very common there, many of whom were moved by Yaroslav.

These people are quite supportive of Olaf, after all, he is one of the few rich and powerful people of Norse descent.

"No, let's continue. The Bulgar camp seems to be under attack, and we just happened to support it."

Olaf thought for a while, and then said his answer. After hearing this, the warrior stepped back and went to carry out the prince's order.

As the order was issued, the heavily armed soldiers immediately began to flog the forced farmers.

The farmers looked bitter, but they dared not speak out. Everyone knew the fate of those who dared to resist, so they could only move forward silently with their weapons on their shoulders.

But what Olaf didn't know was that in the dense forest on both sides of his army, countless people were holding weapons, waiting for the signal.

"attack!"

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The battlefield after the war is often full of corpses and the wailing of the wounded, and the ubiquitous smell of blood fills everyone's nostrils.

But the victors don't care about this, because they are the victors, the winners of this fight, and those who survived the battle will naturally cheer for victory and glory resounding through the sky.

"It's been a tough battle."

Giving his wounded horse a pain, Yang raised his head like a blood man, looking around and cheering.

His expression was very ugly. If it weren't for his subordinates to turn the tide, there would be no current victory, and they paid too much for it.

When the ambush started, everything was going very well and according to plan.

The farmers who were forced to come scattered immediately, and many people even fought back against Olaf's men. Almost instantly, Olaf fell into a situation surrounded by all sides.

But then something went wrong. Olaf's subordinates reacted very quickly. They didn't hesitate to face the enemies attacking from all directions, and directly formed a solid circular formation.

The army composed of farmers and tribesmen couldn't break through the solid shield wall at all. Swords and spears broke before the shield, and the body was easily chopped into pieces. The enemy even launched a counterattack to defeat the attacker for a time.

There was no other way, Yang had no choice but to personally lead his subordinates to turn the tide. If not, the situation would turn around sooner or later, and these farmers would still be unreliable after all.

They rode their horses directly into the shield wall and forcibly broke through the strong shield barrier.

For this reason, more than 30 comrades in arms gave their lives, and several people were lying on the horse half dead. Whether they can survive depends on God's will.

There was no suspense in the ensuing battle. The gap that was opened was quickly taken advantage of by everyone, and a flood of farmers rushed in, drowning the enemies.

Jan himself beheaded Olaf, and the Ross nobleman fought to the last moment with his men.

It's just that he was beheaded by Yang, and now his head has been inserted with a spear.

Olaf's army was good, it was clearly a battle-tested army, and it was a pity for Jan that this army was wiped out like this. They should have died on a more honorable battlefield.

And at this moment, Lev came out, and the old warlock was surrounded by a large number of devout Villes believers, all of them held swords in their hands, and many of them were blood-stained.

These believers were the backbone of the battle just now. If it weren't for them and those fanatics who believed in Perun, the farmers would have collapsed long ago.

"What? Are you going to turn your face now?"

Looking at Lev, Yang didn't even want to put on a good face. If his people weren't so weak, how could he pay such a price.

"This is our problem, Master Yang, I am very sorry, as compensation, these spoils of war belong to you."

For Yang's words, Lev seemed very embarrassed. The poor fighting power of the peasants has led to the current situation. Indeed, this is indeed their problem.

"As for betrayal, you don't have to worry about it, we haven't broken our promises to that point yet."

"The rubbish belongs to you, and it's useless for me to take it. Then, let's part ways."

Yang went straight to the topic, and he was about to part ways with this group of people. With Olaf's death, their commonality has disappeared. If this is the case, they should part ways as soon as possible.

"Everyone! Assemble now!"

Under Yang's call, everyone gathered quickly. Here are veterans who have been immersed in discipline for a long time, and the execution is naturally unambiguous.

The only outsiders were the few Gaels. Originally, they planned to take care of the dead, but now they had no choice but to gather on horseback.

"By the way, Master Lev, what happened in that walled city?"

Yang raised his horsewhip, pointed at the city wall that was emitting black smoke and asked.

"A Ross army conquered there, and it belongs to your prince. Now it is already a stronghold of the Ross people. I am very lucky for our luck."

If it weren't for the siege over there, their ambush would have been noticed by the Bulgars.

Facing the flank attack of the Bulgars and Olaf, it is only a matter of time before they are wiped out, so Lev is lucky for this luck.

"Luck? I don't think so." Young turned his horse around.

"Master Lev, let's just leave here. You'd better leave here as soon as possible. I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

After Yang finished speaking, he flattered his horse and left, followed by his subordinates.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too..."

Lev narrowed his eyes and said that both of them understood the subtext of him and Yang, but they didn't make it clear. The next time they meet, it is likely to be a hostile relationship...

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(End of this chapter)