From ancient times to the present, there have been many hillforts scattered on the low hills of Estonia, built to resist foreign enemies or to demonstrate power.
They are built of wood and stone. Although they cannot be compared with the big cities in the south, they still have some Finnish artistic styles, which can be regarded as unique beauty.
Estonians are also quite proud of their hill forts. An Estonian poet once said that as long as the hill forts remain standing, Estonia will never be conquered.
We don’t know whether it will be conquered or not. What we see now is that the mountain fortress failed to protect the people it was supposed to protect, and the most powerful one among them has been breached by the enemy.
"Go forward and kill them!"
A soldier holding a sword in one hand and a trident and a military flag in the other was charging at the front of the team. Countless Russian soldiers followed the charge.
Soon, they collided with the Chude people. Spears, swords and axes continued to collide with shields, armors and human bodies. The sounds of killing and gold and iron resounded in the sky.
After the mountain fort gate was breached, the two sides fought fiercely on the street. From time to time, archers could be seen climbing up on the huts on both sides of the street to shoot, and arrows kept flying in the sky.
Either to drive away the archers, or simply to drive destruction, many huts in the mountain fort have been set on fire. Under the flames soaring into the sky, the battlefield has become even more desolate and cruel - especially with the addition of being pushed into the fire.
The howl of the hunter.
There are many Chude people who fight bravely, knowing that their homes and relatives are behind them, but more people drop their weapons and become cowards who run away. They have forgotten their homes and relatives, and only have the desire to escape and save their lives.
Even so, the brave ones still worked hard to form a battle line, forming a shield wall that was shaky under the impact of the coalition forces but still stood upright. They stood here with the mentality of holding back for as long as they could.
But then, the swarming cavalry broke through their lines and trampled them like garbage under the hooves of the horses.
The attacker was the Black Hat Army. The rider from the prairie showed no reservations about the ferocity and cruelty of the prairie wolf. He didn't care about the spears and swords at all, and just ran over them.
It was also the first time for the Chude people to face such a group of cavalry attacks. They were immediately rushed away from the front line, and then the nomads' scimitars fell on them.
"What a beast."
Seeing how the black hat army swept away the Chude people's shield wall like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, Yang couldn't help but clicked his tongue repeatedly. This was the first time for him, who was born in the north, to see such a crazy scene.
"Fortunately, it's a beast on our side."
Rostislav frowned and looked at the raging nomadic army. The nomadic cavalry was indeed a decisive battle against the loose tribal warriors, but Rostislav's thoughts did not stay in the present, but drifted further.
The biggest enemy of Russia has always been the felt tent people from the grasslands. The Pechenegs have attacked Kiev many times. The war with the herdsmen has been the biggest problem facing Russia for hundreds of years.
But now, the ancient enemy Pechenegs have been driven further west, and the new steppe upstarts are rising...
"Sir, let's go up quickly, otherwise the smelly herdsmen will rush to the main castle!"
Jan's speech interrupted Rostislav's thoughts. The prince immediately put everything in his mind aside. The most important thing now is to remove Aral's head!
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Under the scimitar of the black hat army, the Chude people fled in embarrassment. Occasionally, warriors would go upstream to resist the swarming cavalry. However, there was only one outcome, and that was to be mercilessly trampled to death by the horses' hooves.
Several Chud archers turned around and shot a few arrows in an attempt to cover the team, but in fact the effect was like scratching an itch. The arrows shot in panic could not guarantee accuracy at all, but only contributed a little atmosphere to the battlefield.
The retreat target of the Chud people was the highest mountain fort, and Alar's guards were waiting at the entrance of the main fort with bows and arrows. Archers were also standing behind each shooting port of the main fort.
The fleeing Chud people poured into the main fortress from the guards, with the Black Hats chasing closely behind them. However, countless arrows came at them, and this was the moment Alar's men were waiting for.
The black hat army, which had rushed so smoothly before, suddenly faced a barrage of arrows and was stunned. Dozens of riders running at the front were directly shot into a sieve. The fur clothes could not protect them from the rain of arrows.
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The leader of the Black Hat Army was given special attention. The horse was hit by several arrows. The rider was thrown to the ground while screaming in pain. The man was also hit by several arrows. However, thanks to the high-quality armor, he was not injured and was dragged back by the tribe.
When I got to the back, I saved my life.
Faced with such fierce arrows, the Black Hats had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and hide outside the range of the bows and arrows, waiting for the heavily armored warriors and infantry left behind to arrive, otherwise their light cavalry would not be able to capture the main fort.
Seeing the black hat army retreating, the guards with bows nodded to each other and retreated into the main fort in an orderly manner. As the last guard entered the main fort, the gate slammed shut, and the Chude people immediately hurriedly reinforced the iron gate.
But more people are still leaning against the wall in despair.
Entering the gate, you will see a huge hall and bare stone walls. Originally, there were some precious furs and amber on them, but Alar gave away these treasures in order to win people's hearts. The poor walls and the depressed mood are paired with each other.
Together they looked extremely desolate.
Alar stood in his room, put on his most gorgeous armor, and the top of his helmet was inlaid with a huge ruby. On the balcony, the guards were burning some important letters.
Looking down from the balcony, you can see that the coalition forces are preparing nervously. The fighting outside the main castle has stopped, and the elite of the coalition forces have gathered here.
Aral saw the Ross Guards and the Norwegian Berserkers standing together, and beside them was a chopped down giant tree. It was the sacred tree that protected the fortress, but now it was chopped down by the invaders and turned into a tree that was about to be destroyed.
The battering ram that breached the Chud's last stronghold.
I actually fell into this situation.
Aral couldn't help but feel this way, feeling bitter in his mouth. All those plans and designs were all in vain.
Suddenly, a roll of parchment appeared at the edge of his sight. The parchment was bound by silk thread. Subconsciously, Alar took it from the hand of the guard who was about to put it into the fire.
"It's this letter. Among so many letters, this one mentioned Kiev. Speaking of which, this time it was completely used as a chess piece for him to test."
Alar untied the silk thread, and the content of the letter made many emotions flash across his face, including unwillingness, regret, and complaint. In the end, it turned into helplessness, but then the helplessness turned into a mischievous expression, and he put the silk thread
Tie it back.
"Although I was used as a gun, I can't just suffer it like this. It can affect as much as it can. Leave this letter and put it on my table. This gift will be given to the first killer.
Those who enter the fortress."
"As you command, Lord."
The guard said quickly and placed the letter in the most conspicuous place in the center of the table.