Rise of Rurik

The two of them chatting and laughing are just silly jokes when they are bored.

The two women who were still pounding flour exchanged glances. After all, until now, they must accept the fact that their original life has completely collapsed, and they must also find a way out for their future as soon as possible.

The real leader of this group of pirates has obviously made a strong hint.

Yes, Kong Wu's pirate leader, just like the dead Oxon, is a man who needs servants to serve.

A chance to survive is in front of you. If you serve well, you can continue to live a stable life.

They don't care about the future of other captives, because they are in Thinkenburg, and they have never been together.

Now, the only thing they care about is their daughter.

They prayed silently in their hearts that the son of the pirate leader also needed servants to serve. After many years, the woman who was a servant grew up. If she could give birth to a healthy boy for the son of the leader, then the identity of the daughter would not be a servant, but a real wife and concubine. .

As a result, the two women, who have lived with each other for many years and depended on each other, exchanged glances again to reach a consensus.

Once, because of their youthful beauty, they were favored by the wealthy Gotland merchant Oxon, and the two women obtained a life far better than before through their hard work to please them.

The beauty and stability of the past were destroyed, and everything started from scratch. While he was still beautiful, he took his daughters to please a strong man and restored everything that was lost.

There is still time.

The mashed dough was kneaded by the captives into rough doughs, which were mixed with a lot of wheat bran, and even some stone fragments. They patted the dough into pancakes and threw them directly on the hot iron plate. Soon, the dry wheat cakes were cooked.

There are more than 30 people sitting by each campfire, and the four prisoners have to be busy to serve so many people for dinner.

The stronger the warrior, the more appetite. Young Ross warriors often have the ability to eat a big fish in one meal. Their stomachs were stretched big enough, and they had seized a lot of wheat this time, and they really wanted to eat.

Even so, the human stomach is not a bottomless pit.

Each sack of wheat has a very specific standard, that is, a sack of pure wheat kernels weighs one hundred Roman pounds. After all, to run a "castle", stockpiling food is the top priority.

The wheat hoarded by the Lord of Death Castle was originally planned to be eaten for the autumn harvest, but now most of it has been captured by the Rus.

More than 30 people eat 100 Roma pounds of wheat in one meal, which is almost 40 kilograms of wheat, which is really crazy!

The reality is often so crazy.

Any opportunity to eat wheat should not be missed, because in the concept of the Rus, wheat cakes or bread, accompanied by roasted venison and wild boar that have been sprinkled with salt and oil, are truly the enjoyment of life. If there is a glass of mead to accompany the meal, it is like a Valhalla living in the world.

Once the wheat cake is cooked, it is taken away.

The cooking captives were not surprised when they saw the Russ who ate too much, because the other party was also full of Norse language that he could fully understand. very large.

The Rus, like other tribes, lived a life filled with intense physical work, especially boating and logging, after the sea ice receded.

This meal, whether it is wheat cakes or pure cooked wheat kernels, many people ate close to one kilogram, and such people finally ushered in the rare experience of eating wheat until their stomachs are as big as drums.

Many people were already satisfied, and they simply faced the beating flames of the bonfire, opened their bloated belly like swallowing a big rock, and deliberately beat the belly to hear a crisp sound, which made the other brothers laugh.

This kind of thing happens almost everywhere, and they celebrate in their own way that they can fill their entire stomachs with wheat.

"It's a rare treat. The food they cook is delicious." Arik squatted on the beach, nibbling on the fluffy and crispy wheat pancakes in his hand, subconsciously praising the woman's craftsmanship.

At this moment, something is changing.

Harrodsen easily accepted the wonderful change, because he didn't need to do it himself at all, and the two women brought the baked wheat cake to his mouth.

"Arik, haha. Look at these two women, they're two smart people. And they're good cooks."

Arik shrugged, even if he was young, he could see that the two women deliberately moved close to Haruo Zuosen, and the purpose of making a flattering gesture was to live a good life.

He really could not have imagined that those two women could accept their new fate so quickly?

Harrodsen never imagined that one day he would be able to live a life where he could open his mouth with food. Served by slaves? He never dared to think about it.

Arik clicked his tongue, "Oh, uncle, I think you will be inseparable from these two women in the future."

"Isn't that better?!" Haruo Zuo Sen sighed with relief, opened his arms very naturally, placed them on the shoulders of the two women, and looked at Arik with a wanton smile, showing his own relaxation. "Look how obedient they are. I should be their new master from now on."

"You have this power," Arik replied absentmindedly.

"You..." Harozov took a few bites of the oatmeal that the woman handed over, and chewed it down happily, "Ah, Arik, you see there are many young women among these captives. They are everyone's trophies, It should be assigned to everyone to sit as servants. You are a hero in battle, you can choose the most beautiful to be your servant. Even...hehe..."

"What's the matter? How many more children will you give me?"

"It seems you understand." Harozov suddenly became serious, he sat upright, and greeted the woman casually while continuing to pancakes.

Then he stood up, approached Arik and sat down again, waving his hands to plan a beautiful scene.

"You know, we lost more than 60 brothers in this battle. We succeeded in revenge, and the price was not small. All the people who died in the battle were our brothers, and we all have common ancestors. We Rus took one A lot of treasure, and strength is also lost. So..."

At this age, Haruozuosen is the "elder" in the tribe, and has the right to participate in the high-level meeting of the tribe.

He patted Arik's young shoulder: "Child, don't underestimate yourself, you still have a task that needs to be completed in your life."

"Huh? What is that?"

"It's just having a baby."

"Oh! I thought it was a great thing."

"That's all that matters! Arik, you need to have more sons, you look at these young men, they have to have their own wives and have more boys. You always remember that boys grow up to be warriors, Only if we have more warriors, we Rus can continue to be strong."

Harrodsen's words sounded reasonable, and Arik asked: "Soon our warriors will have the best weapons, and any battle will give us an advantage. Maybe..."

"No!" Harrodsen shook his head. "We still need a lot of boys, we need more fighters. Of course we need a lot of good weapons, and we need more people. Think about it this time, if we didn't bring four hundred and fifty People, but 4,500 people. Why should we land on the south of the island? The army will directly attack the north of the island and wipe out the dissatisfaction of the entire Gotland Island. It will be all of them who will be subdued as our servants. That is the ultimate revenge."

Hearing this, Arik immediately had a wonderful dream.

He looked at the beating flames, and in his mind he remembered everyone's desperate battle in the fire last night.

Four thousand five hundred warriors of the Ruth tribe? I am afraid that only the entire thinking sub-tribal alliance can gather so many people in one battle! The Danes have the ability to do it quickly.

Arik thinks this way because of his narrow vision.

In the far east, it is not uncommon for 100,000 people on both sides to fight on a battlefield, but in the west, many large tribes have a population of less than 100,000.

In this era, the Frankish kingdom that ruled the entire Western Europe and most of Eastern Europe, the limit of the king's mobilization ability was only about 150,000 troops. Compared with its huge population of 12 million, it is really difficult to use this force to resist foreign enemies from entering the pirates.

In the so-called army of 150,000 people, there are only 30,000 to 40,000 troops from the king, and the rest of the troops are all from the lords of various places. It is not uncommon for so many people to gather in one place and spend half a year on their way.

In contrast, the mighty Danes could quickly amass an army of 20,000 men.

Although the Thinking sub-tribe alliance is much weaker, it is no problem to quickly gather 10,000 people.

After the assembly, they collectively rowed the boats in the sea, and attacked the offshore areas of Frank and Britain at a speed of 100 kilometers per day, which was more efficient than cavalry.

After all, Harozov is from the past. He is no longer young, and his aggressive and ruthless temperament has been rubbed off too much. Today, he has simply realized the importance of population.

He beat Arik with words: "Why do you think our alliance leader is from Melalen?"

"They are strong."

"Why are they strong?"

"Probably... their business is very developed. Their land can grow wheat, but we can't."

"It's the population." Harozov shook his head sullenly. "It's just that there are more of them. Now I have an idea..."

As he said that, he pointed to the two women who were still making wheat cakes and secretly feeding his daughter, "I have fully understood, those two women are both twenty-five years old and still young as a woman. Yes. I just want to take these two women, who are still servants and my wives and concubines. I only have one dream now, that I have ten more sons before I die in battle or die of old age."

"What?!" Arik instantly felt that the old guy beside him had made a wrong quantifier.

"How about ten sons? Is it a great plan."

"It's... a great plan. I'm just worried that your wife is going to be very pissed at the presence of two women."

"How about that?" Harozov shrugged. "What does that old woman look like? She's already a wrinkled old woman, and she can't bear me any more sons. Now I have a chance, and I want a new one. Don't worry. , they are only servants, and they are still servants when they have children. Only the children they bear to me, I will treat them equally. Arik!"

"I am listening."

"You are still too young, you should grow up quickly. You should choose one or two women from the captives as servants. Follow my advice. I am good to you."

"Forget it. I only like my Peravina, and maybe I have other ideas at your age."

Harozov is indeed a past person. He saw the pitiful appearance of the two women in the stone room of the castle, and a feeling of pity came to his heart, and then this pity turned into a desire for possession.

Not only because he is a man, but also because he has the power to take it as his own, and because he has a deep understanding of a woman who once gave birth to a child safely and then gives birth to a second child, the situation of dystocia is almost non-existent. Such a woman is not rejected by various Ross families. The image has even been made into a wood carving, becoming the god in charge of fertility and one of the incarnations of another great god Freya.

Harozov, having eaten his fill, was happy to talk about some nonsense.

"Arik, I have already asked very clearly. Other than you, I was whispering something to them, and I was asking about their background. They are also willing to explain their own background."

"Oh? Who are they?"

"The Danes, of course, two women abandoned by their parents. The man you killed, fatter than a seal, was their buyer."

"In other words, they are servants themselves?"

"Yes." Harozov said earnestly, "I am their new master to give them and their children safety. I am moved by my decision. I am a kind person. They have both had two children, It's just that the boys among them all died unexpectedly. Did you see the two little girls who were thrown into the porridge? That's the last survivor.

I have already decided that they will be my servants and get my protection at the cost of giving me more sons.

I will continue to raise their daughters, but they will be servants to my youngest son Kanuf. Well... just like your brother Rurik has a servant named Rumia, my youngest son can have two. Haha, maybe my youngest son can be a little better than Rurik in this matter. "

Arik shook his head: "No... Kanuf is no match for Rurik at all. Your son can be a subordinate with peace of mind."

"Of course." Saying that, Harozov's eyes fixed on the figures of the two little girls: "In ten years, girls will grow into women, and so will my Kanuf. I think mine The arrangement was merciful and Kanuf would turn two of his servants into his own wives. Maybe my plan to have ten sons was crazy. Then cut it when my hair and beard turned into snow Color, I can see that there are many grandchildren running around, this life is worth it!"

"Oh! Another great plan. Haha, it depends on Kanuf's luck and the abilities of those two girls."

Of course a Ross man would like to have more boys, Arik grew up in this atmosphere, and he knows the gray of many tribes.

For example, poor families are also very paranoid about having more boys. The most fundamental reason is that when boys grow up, they can attack other tribes with a battle axe and plunder the wealth of the enemy, and their own family may quickly become rich. .

To this end, many newborn baby girls are simply abandoned by their parents simply because they will not invest important food in "daughters who lack a future".

Arik, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with many parents doing this.

Everything is destiny! Just like his own father was killed by the Gotlanders, that is the fate of his father. Now, fate favors him, and he achieved Arik's reputation with a big victory, which is also fate.

When the Rus people were full, it was time for the captives to eat.

There was still some wheat left, and the captives made wheat cakes from the wheat. In addition to filling their stomachs, the other thirty captives also ate.

Harm unarmed prisoners? If they want to hurt, they will be kept until now.

The Rus people don't want their lives at all, let alone play with them for no reason. A brainy old guy like Harozov uses them as a strategic resource very rationally, even for little girls.

Many Rus families have done so much over the decades, and there is a grove known as the "Forest of Misfortune," where pine needles are covered with tiny corpses. The Rus left many newborn baby girls and unhealthy baby boys here, praying that the baby's soul would return to the earth and become part of Freya, the god of abundance.

However, once the girl who survived and was not abandoned is old enough to be alive and well, the situation is completely different.

On weekdays, her daughter is asked to do housework, such as chopping firewood and fishing as much as she can. Once she is twelve years old, she gets engaged, and her parents get a handsome dowry.

In a few years, the newly grown girls begin their mother's reincarnation again. That has nothing to do with her biological parents.

The things that Arik and Harrodsen discussed around the bonfire were all sensitively heard by the two women.

They tried their best to shove wheat into their daughters' mouths, hoping that they could eat as much as possible tonight and not have too much suffering in the future.

As for what they should do, they choose to cater to their new master absolutely, and try their best to please them to get as many benefits as possible.

This night, many young Ross warriors had sex with the captives.

Some men choose a captive and promise her a so-called good future, regardless of whether the woman accepts it or not, the Lushui couple on the way back is just sitting down! Of course things are not over, such a man simply wants to make temporary things permanent!

In a short period of time, forty cooking captives had their own "husbands".

In fact, that is the real husband!

Many of the Rus warriors who went south were in their early twenties, and the captured women were also of that age.

They went south to crusade the Gotlanders, and sacrificed the opportunity to go to Novgorod to complete a man's life-long event. I never imagined that a chance to marry a wife was in front of him?

Make them servants? Do not! Should be a wife.

The captives were forced to have sex with the men of Ross, after which they clearly sensed a change in the men's attitudes.

These Rus people suddenly became accommodating. As long as they obeyed, not only would they not be hurt, but they could also get some care. For example, many thinly dressed women, the so-called "husbands" really put a thick leather coat over their bodies, saying "Don't let their women freeze". What's more, he personally feeds his "wife" wrapped in animal skins, eats wheat cakes and eats dried fish, and a servant actually accepts the service of his master? !

Suddenly, Stockholm Syndrome spreads on the beach, and they begin to try to accept the fact that they have changed from Gotland to Rus.

This night, Harozov felt that he had regained his glory in another battlefield. He seemed to have returned to his 20s. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, it was really auspicious tonight.

Harozov is very confident that from tonight, the two women will not only become obedient wives and concubines, but nine months later, the youngest son Kanuf will have two half-brothers.

Everything becomes beautiful.