Rise of Rurik

The fishermen who live in the scattered middle of the island, they see the terrible black smoke rising in the south early in the morning, as if all the woods there are on fire.

Soon, they encountered a group of women and children who had lost their souls. These people who were the first to flee immediately told all the compatriots they encountered of the horrors they had encountered.

And that black smoke came from the burning Thinkenburg, the entire settlement fell completely, and the fugitives claimed with eloquent words that all those who did not evacuate became the ghosts of the attackers.

The fugitives insisted that it was the Siamians on the other side of the sea who attacked, because this was indeed worth believing. Many families in the north recruited private guards, and even all the fishermen spontaneously united in order to resist the raids of the people on the other side. I never expected that their vulnerable south would be attacked.

The one who attacked was not himself, considering the cold lips and the fugitive description of the attacker. Are there really a thousand attackers? Oh! To defeat such an army, we must rely on the strength of the island north.

During the day of the new day, panic began to spread to the north of the island. The descriptions of the attackers became even more horrific as the Norfolk-born Thinkenburg men also appeared among the fugitives.

The most influential and terrifying of these is the description of the attacker's weapons. It was a special kind of sword that could be easily cut off by the person who held it, and all armor and shields were meaningless.

In order to avoid being affected, the people on the island began to row north to flee.

The legend became more and more outrageous among the fleeing crowd, and soon the story became that the Thinking Asian Alliance launched a war, at least a thousand people landed, and planned to bloodbath the entire island.

At such a time of crisis, Gotland Islanders knew they could not sit still. Everyone retreated to the heavily defended north, organized the army, and fought the landing enemy decisively!

However, the Rus who launched the raid, how could the Gotlanders have such a reaction?

The Rus have been satisfied after this battle.

How are they not satisfied?

Although the legendary "mountain made of gold" does not exist, and now look at this statement from the great merchant Gould, maybe Gould means that there is a lot of wealth at the top of a hill. If understood this way, the truth is what Gould said.

The young warriors saw a sight they had never seen in their life, they had never seen so much money, and the thought that everyone could get their share of that huge sum of money out of a huge amount of wealth, just for the sake of He laughed madly.

The Russ retreated with oars tactics in laughter and laughter. They are now happy, and this happiness has also dispelled the soreness of muscles and the tingling of various small wounds.

The sails were all lowered at a special angle, and they began to take advantage of the weak southerly wind, along with paddles, to set out in the direction of Courland.

The Rus experienced a rare battle, and the team needed at least a day's rest, and now it seemed that the best place was the beach where they once spent the night.

Twenty ships towed fifteen warships that were also decorated with dragon heads. Those were all ships of the Thinkenburgers, and many of the warships actually belonged to the Lord of Death Castle.

As victors, the Rus knew it was impossible to take all the spoils away. The poor quality fishing transports were completely scuttled by the Rus, and only the sturdy and large warships remained, temporarily serving as transports for prisoners and other loot.

This large fleet has grown in size and has actually decreased in overall combat effectiveness. Any fisherman who sees forty warships with dragon heads and large sails should walk around with interest.

The young man believed that his mighty army was invincible in the world, because in the last battle, everyone had already fought fiercely with the mercenaries formed by the Danes.

The results of it? The Danes are not as strong as their fathers say they are.

The young people are thinking in their hearts that in the future, the young forces will beat the Danes, and the Rus will become the kings of this sea! The Ross Tribe should also become the leader of the Siya Tribal Alliance, replacing the Meralon Tribe.

They drifted to Courland, where the army should cultivate for a whole day, and the return journey would take about six days at the earliest. In the end, everyone would be able to return to their Rosburgh, where they could tell their illustrious martial arts to their relatives. And holding a large amount of silver coins allocated, lined up to run to the blacksmith shop to pay the arrears or sign new orders.

The steel sword in Arik's hand has proved its tactical value. All young people are imagining that when this winter comes again, they should throw away their old weapons, and in all future wars, they should hold the shiny ones. The steel sword slays the strong enemy.

They are eager to have their own steel swords, although everyone can have a huge sum of money and eventually get a steel sword, but also consider the work efficiency of the blacksmith.

The steel sword will be obtained later, and now, the eyes of many young people have already set their sights on those poor prisoners.

Many people have been brewing some thoughts in their hearts, and because they are still unstable, their thoughts have been suppressed.

The Rus sang old songs and rowed their boats and sang to themselves new feats to be told to future generations.

A brand new route to Gotland has been confirmed, as long as this route seems to be able to sneak into Gotland's fragile southern part, it needs to stop in the Courland area along the way.

In the world view of the Rus people, the vast land and the sparsely populated are the most normal things, and settlements like Rosburg are already the limit of their concept of "city".

In fact, the current Novgorod is also the aggregate of a number of Slavic families. The core family controls the geographically favorable land and established a large settlement on the Volkhov River, surrounded by a large number of small settlements. The population of the core area is also on the same level as the scale of Roseburg.

This is Novgorod, where the locals rely heavily on large lakes and rivers to irrigate their fields. They are not a strong whole, and they have no plans to build a city wall.

There are many Slavic settlements around Lake Ilmen, and apart from this area, the real black bears are dominated by uninhabited people.

The situation in the Courland region is more primitive, this peninsula deep into the ocean, the nearest large human settlement is the port town of Riga. Apart from that, only a very small number of inhabitants develop in Courland in the form of small settlements. Because of their land and climate, winter wheat, as well as rye and oats can be grown. The way of life is determined. The local people of Courland are very happy to establish settlements along the river, and they must use fresh water for irrigation.

The army of the Rus brought a lot of spoils, and after a long voyage, finally when the sky was dark, everyone saw the other side in the distance.

"Now put up the sails and let's paddle the beach." Harozov, the flagship, gave an order, and his ship took the lead, and other ships followed suit.

Because by the afternoon, the southerly wind had strengthened significantly, which made the Rus' boat speed increase to the point where paddling was pointless.

Taking advantage of the rising tide, boats approached the beach full of crystalline sand.

It was another pristine beach. The warm south wind mixed with a hint of sea smell, blowing the flowing blond hair of all the people who landed in Rus.

The men disembarked, and the captives bound by ropes were unloaded.

They untied the ropes from the captives' feet, let them run down the water to the shore, and then gathered them together again.

These captives kneeling on the beach are all women, and everyone's faces are full of sorrow and fatigue. The panic from the last night and the hunger that filled the whole day made everyone lose the strength to fight.

If the captive is strong enough, it will try to escape.

The Rus people just want to use the "starvation tactics" to drag down the captives to reflect the majesty of the victors, and thus successfully tame them.

The big axes of the Rus began to smash the oaks and pine trees on the shore, and a large number of branches were carried to the beach. Before long, the traditional tinder-drilling technique ignited a bonfire, and soon the number of fires on the beach increased to ten.

A batch of special iron plates were taken out of the warship, along with stone mortars and pottery pots for boiling.

Ten sacks of seized dried wheat kernels and one sack of dried peas were also carried to the beach.

Since a batch of high-quality food was obtained after the battle, they should all be distributed equally. People who have had enough jerky have no objection to eating wheat immediately, and it is logical to bake some traditional wheat cakes.

In this matter, Harrodsen, as the war leader of this operation, has great autonomy.

The weight of each bag of dried wheat kernels is not small, and it is too much to serve all Russ people in one meal.

Wheat and cooking utensils are brought to the beach, who will cook?

Harrodsen approached the terrified captives and shouted: "I want some cooks to cook for us, and climb out for me if you are willing! As long as you are willing to cooperate, you and your children can get food. Otherwise, It's just starvation."

For a time, no one responded, only a few people whispered and drowned in the sea breeze.

"What? Don't plan to cooperate?" Harozov's tone became tougher. In order to show his majesty, he deliberately pulled out the axe in his waist and waved it to frighten him.

It was a bad move, and many of the captured women simply screamed, as if the man with the axe in front of him was going to slash next, as they had done the previous night when they attacked.

Harozov didn't hesitate any more, everyone was still waiting to eat!

Taking advantage of the soft peripheral light of the setting sun, he quickly found the two wives and concubines of the Lord of Death Castle Oxon, pointed an ax at them, and ordered two subordinates: "You take those two women, along with their children, Pull them all over."

Soon, the two women continued to hold their children, curled up into a section, looking up at these terrifying people, with tears on their faces.

"Mom, I'm so hungry..." A child instinctively muttered silently out of hunger.

The woman hastily pressed her child's head, ordering him to shut up, so as not to provoke the savage.

The child's muttering was heard by Harrodsen. "Oh? Woman, you don't think about yourself, but also for your child. Maybe starve this meal, and tomorrow morning, your child will be a stiff corpse."

Harozov said this deliberately, to tell the woman that starvation is terrible, but in the woman's understanding, the price of non-cooperation is that her children are killed by these savages.

"I'll ask you one last question, cook for us, would you like to?!"

The two women looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"Good. You two stand up for me."

Seeing these two young women slowly stand up with pitiful expressions, Harozov's senile heart sprouted again, and an urge to protect them couldn't help but come to his heart! Even if they are all prisoners!

He continued the order: "Come to me immediately and stretch out your hand."

The woman did so wisely, and then Harozov pulled out a small dagger that was used as a cutlery for cutting meat, cut the twine around their wrists, and loosened it completely.

"Very well, woman. If you choose to cook for us, I will give you hands and feet that can move freely. Cook now, be a servant with peace of mind, don't think about resistance, or you will die miserably. Just do it. Well, we can get a lot in the future, and now follow our people!"

The two women and their children were taken away, waiting for their work, which was to grind the wheat kernels into powder in a stone mortar, pour water, sprinkle with salt, and press them into cakes and place them on a hot iron plate to cook.

These things should have been done by the Rus themselves. Since the war chief decided to let the prisoners cook, why should he do it himself?

Just wait quietly for the big meal to be delivered to your mouth.

Others saw that the pirates did not do barbaric things anymore, and seemed to simply let themselves cook. Many prisoners expressed their willingness to cooperate due to hunger in their stomachs.

Ten bonfires, each with four captured women serving as cooks, cooking whole sacks of food.

Among all the delicacies, the Rus people like wheat cakes and breads because they are rich in starch, and they can quickly regain their strength after eating a small piece.

It would take a while for the four prisoners to make rough flour with a stone mortar, and it would take some time to make enough wheat cakes for 30 people.

The Rus people still began to eat the dried fish they brought, and the old wheat cakes that had been left for more than ten days and dried like a stone. The only thing they can eat quickly is the porridge of wheat kernels and peas boiled in a pottery urn.

Under the trend of hunger, the roasted Ross people immediately chewed the freshly cooked wheat kernels into their stomachs. The fullness of the stomach quickly dispelled the hunger.

Then they got together in twos and threes, debating the captives who were still pounding flour.

The fish was tucked between Arik's teeth, and he found the twigs and kept pulling, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at the two women who were cooking and the two daughters who were working together to stir the porridge.

Judging from the action of pounding flour alone, they are obviously experienced. Presumably the dead fat guy received the service of these two women a lot on weekdays.

Arik didn't pay any more attention to the two women. His eyes glanced at Harozov, who was sitting leisurely. He couldn't imagine that the old guy's eyes were always on those two women.

What's going on here?

"Uncle Harozov, what's wrong with you?" Arik deliberately teased, "Did you fall in love with these two women?!"

As soon as these words came out, the two women reacted most violently, enduring hunger, and the hand that held the stone hammer to grind the flour was loosened.

Harozov smiled, sighed and said bluntly: "It's two beautiful women, and that man is a real blessing."

"Soon, you want to enjoy yourself too?"

"Maybe." Harozov shrugged, "It's a real pleasure to eat fresh wheat biscuits while they're crispy just baked."

"Oh? I thought you were going to take them for yourself, Uncle Harozov. Your status is very noble, you can."

"You..." Harozov turned his head to look at Arik, "Son, you have indeed grown up a lot. Your identity is equally noble, and it was you who killed their former master, and you are qualified to be their new master."

"Forget it." Arik smiled reluctantly and said: "Look at the two of them, they can't be said to be very old, at least they are definitely older than me. I still like my Peravina, I hope she can give birth to a son for me."

"Hahaha! You young man, it's really interesting to talk." After speaking, Harozov shook his head, stopped talking, and continued to sit quietly and wait for the fresh wheat cakes.