Chapter 172 4.32 Nibru's Suggestion

Letty did not send a third person, because she really had no one available.

Everyone knew that even if they entered the field, they would have no chance of winning.

Autumn was the looting season. Like all other Viking villages and towns, most of the Viking pirates in Frost Rain Castle went out to sea to loot food from the Slavic lands across the Baltic Sea. Now there were only a few of her personal guards and a large group of old, weak, women and children left in her city.

On the other hand, Bakambusi's single combat ability was too strong!

Under normal circumstances, Viking pirates never dared to approach Murmansk when they went out to sea to loot. Everyone knew that unless there was an accident, they should never provoke Bakambusi.

As for why

Now Letty finally figured it out.

The rest of what happened was very simple. Seeing that the duel could not go on, Letty launched the final offensive. She summoned the only hundreds of tundra yaks left in Frost Ridge, tied barrels of whale oil to the backs of the yaks, and charged the Slavic rebels after lighting them.

This is a tactic recorded in the Mediterranean scroll "Ten Lectures on Confrontation". Legend has it that it was created by a general in China nearly a thousand years ago. However, the general tied a weapon to the horns of a bull and tried to crush the enemy with a charge.

The wealthy Frost Ridge can undoubtedly use a more luxurious method, tying barrels of whale oil to the back of a yak, and then igniting the fuse and the tail at the same time.

After the charging yaks rushed into the army of Slavic serfs, barrels of whale oil were detonated, and many of the 15,000 Slavic volunteers under Bakambusi were killed.

However, this was the last resort of the duchess.

**

1 day later

"That's the basic situation." Makarov reported the battle situation to the returning Slavic king. "After capturing Frost Rain Castle, our troops had 13,049 people left, of which 4,762 were cavalry."

"In Frost Rain Castle, we found 62,048 gold coins of 'denar' commonly used in the Western Continent, 186,402 silver coins of various colors, 1,204 pieces of Tang silk, and a lot of porcelain, jade, etc. These spoils filled more than 20 carriages. I have organized people to transport all the supplies to the Dragon Breath Cave Base Camp."

"Are there any Viking survivors in the city?" Oleg washed the dried blood off his face and turned around to ask.

Makarov shook his head silently.

The Slavic slaves who regained their freedom had become mad beasts after breaking through two cities. The long-suppressed desire for destruction had been completely aroused at this time. Not to mention the Vikings, even the whale oil merchants from Constantinople and Paris in the city were humiliated and chopped to pieces by them in various brutal ways.

"After the capture of Frost Rain Castle, we now have two choices."

"1. Use the remaining explosives to blow up the Icecrown Pass, completely block the passage from the neighboring province "Wolf Creek" to Frost Ridge, and completely divide the left and right sides of the Scandinavian Peninsula into two."

"In this way, we can march south to capture the river valley and completely occupy the three eastern provinces of the peninsula."

"2. We can also lead the army to fight out of the Icecrown Pass and head to Wolf Creek! Below Wolf Creek is Yinyuyuan where the Conqueror's Fortress is located. Contact our English allies to attack from both sides, and the Vikings will never be able to withstand such an offensive. They will be completely wiped off the map by us!"

The one who made the suggestion was Makarov, who led the siege. Oleg looked at the map, and Bakambusi didn't have time to speak, but at this moment, an old voice said in a low voice outside the door of the military tent: "Not appropriate."

"It's really not appropriate!"

The people in the tent turned around and saw an old figure. He was covered in black, and only his head outside the black robe had a full head of silver hair.

"You made very smooth progress in the early stages of this battle because you suddenly appeared on the land of the Vikings, and we were completely unprepared and caught off guard."

"It took you about 19 days to wipe out the two provinces. During these 19 days, the four provinces on the other side of the Tianduan Mountains must have been in a state of panic. The elderly, women, and children, I'm afraid everyone has taken up arms and been mobilized.

Because they know that once the city is broken, they have no way to survive!"

Seeing that this was an old man with a pine cane, Oleg signaled the guards around him to put down their weapons, and the old man saw that these Slavic men did not seem to have much hostility towards him, and strode into the tent, stretched out a dry finger, and pointed to the hotel pass of Tianduan Mountain.

"I bet there must be thousands of O'Sullivan's sabertooth mercenaries on the other side of the pass. They have set up a trap and are waiting for you to die!

Your slaves who fight with only blood and courage are like putting pork into a meat grinder in this canyon. You have no chance of winning at all!"

**

The tent fell into a brief silence. Only the old man in black robes calmly sat down at the long table. He put away Oleg's map drawn on worn linen. Instead, he took out a well-made deerskin scroll from his arms.

The map of the Scandinavian Peninsula on it has a more accurate proportion and more detailed details.

"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Nibru. Of course, everyone who knows me in the valley calls me 'the wise' Nibru."

"They all thought I was Duke Bernard's staff, but I actually came here on behalf of the Holy Mountain!"

After hearing these two sentences, Oleg immediately understood that the Slavic army's offensive was too fierce. The spiritual leaders of the Vikings, the group of storm monks hidden in the Tianduan Mountains, finally couldn't hold back.

After another awkward silence, Master Nibru continued, "I came here this time with the intention of forming an alliance. I know what the king needs."

"You need a barrier in the peninsula, right? Duke Bernard of the River Valley has accepted your alliance request, and now I am sent here to tell you."

"The Holy Mountain of the Vikings is also your ally! The storm monks in the Holy Mountain have prepared 200 longships as a gift for our first cooperation."

"Hehe" Bakambush chuckled, "Longship?"

"What do I need a longship for? Since the battle, I have been drowsy every day. I don't have many wounds, but I have gained nearly 10 pounds of fat.

Do I need to run away?"

Master Nibru smiled and stretched out his finger, pointing to the Slavic tribe on the other side of the Baltic Sea.

"I am an old man who has lived for more than eighty years. I have seen many tricks of kings breaking up and getting together. In my eyes, nothing can really be called a secret."

"I can tell you very responsibly that your English allies have no good intentions towards you! My great king, don't forget that there are nearly 10,000 Viking pirates who cannot return home on the land of the Slavs at this time, slaughtering your compatriots and trying to capture your city!"

"Steeling the walls and clearing the fields will not eliminate them, but will make these desperate pirates even more crazy! And this group of brutal enemies, your English allies will not help you solve.

The only one who can defeat them is you!"

In the early stage of formulating tactics with the English, Oleg understood that this was a "home exchange" operation. Before the expedition, he had collected all the food on the plains and transported it to several strong cities.

According to the original plan, the Slavs will temporarily unite to defend these cities this autumn. However, the sudden appearance of Master Nibru awakened Oleg.

Can the Slavs, who have been scattered for a long time, really unite?

If the major lords still fight each other and even sabotage each other

If the lords in the Slavic land cannot withstand the fierce attack of the Viking pirates, then I am afraid that this war will have a completely different ending.

"Listen to the old man's advice, don't attack Wolf Creek, and don't go to the river valley to take the longboat we prepared for you, and use more than 10,000 troops to wipe out the Viking pirates wandering on your land! This is the safest way!"

"Because in this way, you will avoid future troubles!"

"As for the group of English yellow-haired people who are about to land, hehe, we are already allies, and this group of people will be handed over to Duke Bernard of the river valley to deal with!

On the one hand, it is to test our quality. We will prove to the king that our group of people must be more reliable than that treacherous yellow-haired person!"

On the other hand, it can also maximize the fruits of victory. My king, you have already made a shocking start, don't you want to earn more!

We will prove to the world that only by forming an alliance with the Holy Mountain can the Slavs defeat the O'Sullivan family and completely bring this ancient land under the king's command! "

Oleg stared at the old man in front of him with a pair of hawk-like eyes. Since he entered the tent, this man has not revealed a flaw in his slow speech.

All his words sounded sincere and reasonable.

As for the suggestions given, they did point out a "busy thinking zone" that Oleg did not realize.

If the lords who held on to the Slavic native land could not withstand the attack of the Viking pirates. After consuming most of the troops, Bakambusi could only abandon the large area of ​​​​the territory that had been captured and forcibly return.

In this way, after another war, the Vikings and Slavs will fight to the last moment. I am afraid that by that time, the group of weak English yellow-haired people will be the winners who laugh at the end!

Looking at Bakambusi, he did not complain.

"Go back! Why not go back! ”

“It’s shameful to be in this damn place, chopping old people and half-grown children all day long! I’m fed up with it!”

“Hurry up and find some pirates to chop me up!”

“We’ll set off tomorrow!”

“Go home!”