Rise of Rurik

Seagulls roamed the shore, and from time to time gull droppings fell from the sky. The birds came for the leftovers of the Rus, pecking at the fish tails and other scraps of food that were thrown away, and the noise woke everyone up.

A few unfortunate seagulls were shot by the hunters in the team, much to Arik's consternation.

Those arrows can't be shot through the chain armor. It is for this reason that Arik and many others despise the role of archers.

Unexpectedly, the bow and arrow hunters in the tribe have reached the level of shooting down flying seagulls.

The fallen seagulls twitched on the beach and were beaten by the surging waves. The happy hunter ran in a hurry, took the struggling seagull back, chopped off its head with an axe, and frantically pulled out the feathers with a powerful palm.

However, the twenty largest flying feathers of the seagull were specially kept by the hunters.

For no other reason, the arrow feathers are made of various waterfowl feathers.

The seagulls were gutted by the familiar, strung with wooden sticks, and roasted directly by the hunters on the bonfire.

There are also some people who just used a short spear to stick a little swimming fish in the shallow sea. It is really a pleasure to have fresh food for breakfast before sailing.

One of Arik's mates handed him a grilled fish, and looked at the hideous appearance of the fish, and its charred surface.

Arik didn't think much, grabbed a little salt and sprinkled it from the small burlap pocket tied to the belt, and nibbled it recklessly.

In the end, he used a fish rib as a toothpick to shave his bad breath clean.

He looked at the sea again, "This is a really good place, not like our home. Look at this area, the grass has grown wild, and the woods have turned green. On the slopes of Roseburg, those trees are just sprouting."

"Yeah." One of his friends sighed. "Why did the leader go to the big lake in the east to establish a settlement? I think it's very good here."

"I also think he's right. Maybe we can build a settlement here, we can farm here, it's better than our hometown."

...

Roseburg is true home, but it's not a sweet home.

Once a large number of young people know that there is a vast world outside, they naturally desire to develop in a warmer and more comfortable place.

On the Courland Peninsula, the climatic conditions are far better than those of Roseburg in the north.

Because of Courland, the winter minimum temperature in this era is rarely below minus ten degrees, and the usual winter maximum temperature is above freezing. Therefore, this area is warm enough for winter wheat to survive, and for the Viking tribes, it is a feng shui treasure.

Arik almost instinctively decided that this was a good place, but unfortunately, a good place has already been taken first.

Already the Danes have moved inland to build settlements, and they have had in-depth exchanges with the Latgars who live in the bay. The Latgars are the so-called Latvians, and their core settlement is nowhere else but Riga. The name of the city comes from the name of the Latvian nation.

If this unit of the Rus were interested in going inland, the chances of them meeting with the Danish settlers were not really high.

In this era, a kingdom may not have a population of 100,000 people, and it is very rare for a city to have 10,000 people.

The whole Courland is rich in water and grass, and has a warm and humid climate. It is also inaccessible.

The situation in Gotland is similar.

After eating, many Rus warriors pushed the boat into the sea, and then climbed onto the boat one by one.

Harrodzuson, the "war chief" who also served as the navigator, had the sun as a tragic disaster today, and he was very confident to lead everyone towards the being sailed.

The sails were opened, and a gentle southerly wind was blowing from the sea.

The fleet was again arranged in an ellipsoid formation, and the whole took an S-shape on the ocean. Everyone continued to paddle, heading due west.

Crossing the ocean is undoubtedly a dangerous operation, and even the Danes are usually reluctant to do such a high-risk operation.

Unless their goal is to land in Britain and loot gold, they have to cross the vast North Sea.

In attacking Britain, the Norwegians had a very good geographical advantage.

The Norwegians set off from the "Northern Road" facing the west, followed the arctic sea breeze, and after drifting for 200 nautical miles, they arrived at the Shetland Islands. They would establish permanent colonies in the archipelago as a springboard to loot Britain more efficiently than the Danes.

From the "Northern Road" to the Shetland Islands, the voyage is 200 nautical miles long. However, as long as the course is correct and the wind direction can be a powerful help, the Norwegians can kill their destination in as little as two days.

The "Vengeance" troops of the Rus set out from Courland, and they can also use more than a day to cross a hundred nautical miles and land on Gotland.

There was no clear target for Haruo Zuo Sen during this trip. Everyone just grabbed a large amount of gold for the sake of venting their anger, and then they could go home. In that case, just find a target to attack at random, so that the blood revenge will be avenged, and everyone can become rich.

That's what everyone thinks, and no one makes any sense.

This army of leading warships drifted on the sea for another whole day, and the people who paddled all day showed tiredness.

The sleepy light of the setting sun shone on the ground, and the fleet seemed to never end.

"Damn? Are we yawing?" Arik's mind was a little confused. He looked at the position of the sunset and reconfirmed that the fleet was not wrong.

When many people feel doubts, only Harrodsen is the most calm.

Taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun, the hazy other shore finally appeared ahead.

The long-awaited destination, the island of wealth has finally arrived.

"Wow! Here we are!"

"Guys, that's Gotland, let's paddle hard."

"Gold and women are all ours!"

...

It's just a blurry image, and the pirates have already started to revel, as if there are only two things on that island, the big fat sheep to be shaved, and the mountains made of gold.

Arik, he is also in this carnival team.

At this moment, Haruo Zuosen let out a rare loud roar, and no one thought that this old guy, who might be a little awkward in his words, would actually roar.

Everyone in the flagship was suddenly quiet, and the people on the surrounding ships gradually calmed down.

Harrodsen stood up holding the center mast, and the man who looked at himself said loudly: "Brothers, we are about to arrive. Don't get excited, get ready to kill now! We will continue to paddle at night, and in the middle of the night. Take a break. Sirius is in the right spot and we're ashore. Now follow my orders and keep paddling!"

After all, the ship was still heading for Gotland Island, and the warriors who were troubled by tiredness and boredom were completely occupied by excitement. fatigue? It seemed to disappear without a trace.

The conductor is still Harrodsen, and even if this man lacks morale skills, he is still widely recognized by young people. Because no matter what, this old guy managed to bring 400 people off the coast of Gotland.

They paddled in the dark, and the place was new to everyone, even Harrodzen.

In ancient times, fishermen in the sea were not very happy to light torches at sea to fish for fish, and Gotland Island fell silent after dark.

Twenty ships of the Rus have successfully reached the southernmost point of the island, and they have been sailing along the coastline for a while.

Harrozosen ordered all his subordinates to rest, but he himself still stared at everything around him with wide eyes.

Under the night, the sky is full of stars, and the brightest stars Sirius and Venus are the important reference objects for experienced hunters to distinguish the time at night. Of course the moon is another reference.

The people of Gotland, like other Viking tribes, ate too much fish, especially the fatty cod and seal livers. They are never deficient in vitamin A, so they can still see well at night in low light.

If there are soldiers of the Gotland people at this time, standing on the high ground in the south of the island and observing the distant sea, you can see a dark shadow floating strangely on the dim sea.

This night, in the south of the island, there is no guard...

"Brothers, wake up!" Haro Zuo Sen suddenly shouted loudly, hitting the deck with the back of his sword from time to time.

The noise caused the resting soldiers to wake up one after another. When they woke up, everyone fully understood that the seven-day slow and right path was for the "crazy feast" that started tonight!

"Brothers, you all know what to do. Now, let's do it!"

After Harrozosen finished speaking, he immediately jumped to the paddling position, and then issued a long slogan: "Brothers, prepare your swords and go!"

The sails were all stowed, and the flagship took the lead.

The entire fleet had reached the west coast of the island and was heading north almost along the coastline.

Their eyes widened, searching for the faintest light of fire on the shore.

As long as it is a clear settlement, there must be a large number of bonfires, even if the fire is very weak, as long as the faint light appears in large numbers, that is the target of the attack!

The fleet was on the surface for more than an hour and they began to drift towards a bay.

Finally, the long-awaited land of a lot of fire finally appeared!

The target of the attack is there!

"Brothers!" Harrodsen ordered: "Now tie the sackcloth you have prepared to your arms. Let us go forward, and any man who encounters no cloth on his arm will be cut as an enemy. Other things, You know what to do!"

The linen strips without printing and dyeing are gray and white, and the night attack is the most likely to hurt the friendly troops. Haruo Zuo Sen can only think of such a simple trick, I hope everyone will not accidentally hurt.

Very quickly, the fleet formed a line and rushed towards the place where the fire was dense.

No idiot would scream with excitement, everyone paddled hard with their mouths shut, and the boats rushed to the shallows.

At this moment, all the Ross warriors noticed that they were not landing on an ordinary beach. Not far away, there were a large number of flat-headed transport ships, classic dragon-headed warships, and well-built trestle bridges!

Seeing the warships of other tribes, people's fighting enthusiasm is even higher.

Although Arik was involved in a real battle for the first time, he seemed to know how to attack at night.

He squeezed his throat and appealed to his brother: "Follow me, don't yell, act quickly!"

Four hundred and fifty Ruth warriors, with their swords and shields, launched a fierce attack.

The sleeping fishermen's family who almost lived on the beach immediately became the ghost of the Rus. And this was the beginning of the Gotland loss.

The Rus' axes were dripping blood, and they didn't get the so-called gold from the beach fishermen, but a little silver, copper, and some harpoons. Anything a fisherman should have, a dead Gotland fisherman has it.

Disappointed Rus people burned the whole thatched hut to the flames with the brazier burning in the fishermen's house.

In a short period of time, there have been five terrifying fire spots on the beach.

However, even at this moment, the Gotland settlements that were about to be attacked were still not effectively detected.

Did the Gotlanders turn into weaklings who could be easily eaten?

Not also.

The village is actually called Thinkenburg, and from its name, it follows that the settlement is inextricably linked to the Siekian Confederation. In terms of bloodline alone, many people in this village have a clear blood relationship with the Ross tribe. They shared a common ancestor at least two hundred years ago. At that time, everyone was in the same tribal alliance.

However, the Siya Alliance determined that the Gotlanders had turned their backs on the alliance, and the normal trade between them had been interrupted for decades, with only a limited existence of underground trade.

Thinkenburg is still sleeping, and many fishermen are waiting for the sun to rise in the new day, so they can drive their fishing boats to carry out offshore fishing.

The Thinking family has absolute control over the settlement. The richest head of the family, Oxon Thinking, is another bloated and fat man. The family has continued to trade with the Danes for many generations, so that the family has accumulated a considerable amount of money. wealth.

With wealth, we must find a way to ensure wealth. The proof of wealth in this era is gold and silver. In order to protect these precious metals with high purchasing power and extremely difficult to depreciate, Oxon Siken, he spent half his life, settled in A stone castle was built on the spot.

He even hired a group of samurai. All samurai did not need to work on weekdays, and all depended on receiving commissions from the gold masters. Their only task was to guarantee the absolute safety of the wealth of the masters and the gold masters.

With this private guard and the cooperation of the fishermen in the village, who can say that Thinkenburg is not a blessed place?

Tonight, however, Thinkenburg is facing doom.

The Rus people were killed, even if the residents of this village were not involved in the raid on the Rus people fleet eight years ago, they suffered a bloodbath tonight because of the bold actions of the families in the north of the island.

The Rus people held swords and axes high, and they had already rushed into the village, and the unprepared Thinkenburg people were completely caught off guard.

It is very sad that many people are still in their sleep, and the strongman with a sharp blade broke into the door and immediately began to hack and slash frantically.

Arik, he was eager to have a life-and-death duel with a powerful enemy, and then lifted the enemy's head and let out the roar of the winner, which was respected by the onlookers.

The reality was very different from what he thought, but the steel sword he bought on credit from the blacksmith shop really drank blood.

He has already beheaded ten people and did not give these people a chance to fight back.

The battle went so smoothly, and he himself was covered in blood.

If it wasn't for a sneak attack, it would be the Ross army and the prepared Thinkenburgers fighting dignifiedly in an open space. Because of the disadvantage of the number of Rus people, they will definitely suffer a big loss.

Because there are obviously 800 people who can fight in Thinkenburg, and the population of the entire settlement is close to 2,000.

The quiet and peaceful fishing village was attacked by pirates frantically. More and more thatched wooden houses were set on fire. People made a mess and cries were everywhere.

The Rus people who killed the red eyes have lost their minds. It is not so much that their actions are for the justice of revenge. Now, they are simply venting their violence and have begun to indiscriminately attack all those whose arms are not tied with sackcloth.