Rise of Rurik

The leading family of the Ostarans has been wiped out, and even the elites of the tribe have been killed by the Ragnar tribe.

The dying old man lay in the corpse pile, spitting out blood, facing the dignified local commander, hesitating in his mouth.

"Hey! Old man, now you can tell me who you are!" Ragnar stepped forward and ordered.

"I... I am the leader of the Ostras. You Danes, how dare you attack us. Meralen... The Meralen will... will avenge us!"

"Vengeance?! If they are willing to take revenge, come on!" Ragnar took off his headstock and revealed his face,

Ragnar is a handsome young man, and his eyes reveal his strength.

"Old man, I admire your courage. You have fewer men than I, yet you are determined to fight to the end. I am Ragnar, son of Sigurd of the Ring, next chief of the Stonewall tribe. We are the bravest warriors in Denmark. , even the Franks fear our strength. Listen, it is your honor to die at our hands."

Hearing that, the old man vomited blood and forced a wry smile: "Glory... Glory... I hope that Rurik of Ross from our alliance can also bring us glory."

This was the first time Ragnar had heard Rurik's name, and he had no idea what the Rus was.

Unexpectedly, the tribal leader in the southernmost part of the Northern Alliance was still talking about the Rus.

To be honest, since Ragnar learned that this operation was a response to the Russ sneak attack. Wouldn't it be better to fight against the Rus? It's a pity that the leader only intends to attack a tribe of the thinking demi-human alliance in the south.

It is equivalent to saying that this Australian wants to atone for the actions of the Rus, and then, it may be the Melarens who will take revenge for today's war.

Ragnar looked at the corpses in this place, only a few of them were his own. It can be said that the first battle he personally commanded was a big victory.

He threw the blood on his sword vigorously and went straight to the dying leader of Ostra, determined to give him a good time, and then he won the glorious honor of personally beheading the leader of the enemy tribe.

The dying leader, he has closed his eyes and waited for his destination.

But the heart-piercing girl's cry suddenly came from his ears, making him suddenly open his eyes, and his body that had lost too much blood and was paralyzed stiffened again.

He raised his head vigorously, his eyes widened, and his blood-filled mouth was stunned.

now,

Even Ragnar, who was holding a sharp sword, stopped.

"Hey! You two, restrain your new slaves from crying." Ragnar apparently noticed the poor girls.

The means by which the two restrained the child was very rude. The two women were wailing, and their mouths were covered by big dirty hands full of calluses, and there was nothing left.

At this point, Ragnar shook the blood on his sword again and stood in front of the dying old man.

"Be first, you can die. Rest assured, the Valkyries will acknowledge your bravery. In a few decades, we will meet in Valhalla." Ragnar held the hilt in both hands, and was about to stab deeply. go down.

"Wait a minute!" The old man used all his strength, stretched out his arms, and pointed at the two captured children: "Only... only them. Those two children."

"child?"

"They...are my children. I only hope that you will forgive them."

"Really?" Ragnar lowered his sword. "They will be slaves to my men. Rest assured, my men will treat them well."

"Oh, Danish warriors! I beg you to spare... let them go."

"Why?" Ragnar looked disdainful.

"They are my granddaughters, noble children of the tribe. You are also a noble person, and you must not see noble people become slaves. I... beg you to let them go and let them escape. God is watching us. You put They let go and let God decide their fate."

Listen, Ragnar looks at the two girls again. He pondered that if the two children were older, it would be fine for him to be his wife and concubine.

It is indeed a bit miserable for a girl of noble status to become a servant of ordinary people.

Considering that his father Sigurd felt that this battle was inappropriate, he decided to participate in the battle more to gain military exploits. Help the Gotlanders get revenge or something, go to hell!

He pointed his sword at his subordinates and ordered: "You two, let go of the children in your hands."

"My lord, why? According to tradition..." One questioned.

"Listen to my orders! Let her go! The girl in your hand is more noble than you!"

Compared with the residents of Svealand, the Danes are actually more advanced. Denmark is only a country away from becoming a country. The division of power within the Danish Union has been basically completed. The leaders of those tribes are nobles, and all members of the leader's family are also nobles.

A captured noble woman, she should not be a slave. Either grant her death, or grant her a marriage to another noble.

In short, it was not a different warrior's turn to decide her fate.

Under pressure from the commander, the two soldiers put the girl on the ground, but still held their hands.

Ragnar turned to look at the old man who continued to vomit blood again: "mine will let them go. They will flee in the forest and lakes. Whether they survive or not depends on the will of God. In this way, you can rest assured."

The old man seemed to want to speak, but Ragnar couldn't understand. But from the eyes of the old man, Ragnar understood everything.

Holding the sword, he stabbed it fiercely, completing the final battle.

At this time, a crowd of onlookers called Warrior Mountain called "Ragnar".

Only the two girls watched eagerly that their grandfather was killed by the Danish invaders.

Ragnar wiped his sword clean and immediately ordered: "Brothers, now go get what you want. Remember, there are no nobles in this tribe, go and plunder your slaves!"

Everyone obeyed the order and immediately started the feast of looting.

Only Ragnar, he is destined to inherit the position of the leader of his own clan and go to loot himself? forget it.

He took the broken and valuable chief's sword from the dead chief's hand as a proof of honour.

He approached the two girls who were standing still and weeping, and ordered the two soldiers who were looking after the girls to leave.

They were crying and baring their teeth, looking like they wanted revenge. But they didn't run away, obviously waiting for their terrible fate.

Ragnar was not angry, and ordered with a blank face: "Your grandfather begged me to let you go. You two are nobles, I forgive you. Now, let's go!"

The two girls were completely stunned for not moving.

"Come on!" After saying that, he kicked the tall one.

The already injured sister fell again, and it was this kick that completely woke her up. She got up, ignoring the injuries on her body, and dragged her sister, Sayazi, who continued to be stunned, to escape for her life.

At this moment, some subordinates approached Ragnar: "Sir, just let them go."

"Yes! Let them go, I forbid you to chase. Remember, only nobles can decide the fate of nobles, and neither of you deserves it."

Ragnar has his own principles. His subordinates have captured more than 30 people in the chaos. Almost all of them are women. They are not noble.

It can be said that, except for the two girls who were let go by himself, there are no nobles in this tribe.

Invade rival tribes, capture their women, and bring them back to their homeland to enrich themselves. Danish tribes have been accustomed to this mode of expansion since ancient times.

His men caught a handful of captives in a short period of time, as well as some cattle and sheep, as well as a small amount of grain.

Relying on these captures, he felt that his own people could continue to fight for a long time.

Ragnar, he remembered the possibility of continuing north and attacking the northern Meralen tribe. After all, it is the trade period now. If a huge army raids at this time and catches the enemy by surprise, it will definitely be able to reap huge benefits. Not to mention, it is also a heavy blow to the Northern Alliance.

In the vicinity of Ragnar's forces, many houses have been set ablaze into the sky.

"My lord, it must be the Gotlanders, they must be setting the fire." Ragnar's subordinate pointed to the smoking wolf flue.

Ragnar raised his head, sniffing the burning smell in the air.

"Sir, why don't we set fire too?"

"Forget it." Ragnar shook his head, "Don't waste the tinder, we still have to keep the beach for a bonfire. Brothers, take the capture to the beach. Follow me!"

The arsonists were first and foremost the vengeful Gotlanders.

The first thousand Gotland soldiers, nearly two hundred of them, came from the previously destroyed Thinkenburg. They were the fugitives who realized they couldn't defeat the Rus, and were temporarily settled by the families of the North, each eager for revenge.

Who would have thought that the opportunity for revenge would come after only twenty days.

It can be said that they have experienced unforgettable hatred, and the object of hatred is aimed at the thinking sub-tribal alliance in the entire north. As long as they belong to the clan of that alliance, they are all enemies.

They were implementing the decision of the leader Hafgen, and after the fall of Ostara, they were the first to start a tit-for-tat attack. Those who dared to resist were killed, their properties evacuated and their houses set on fire.

Followed by "starving" Oslo mercenaries.

A mercenary of three hundred Oslo peasants who have no desire to mutilate the enemy. First of all, everyone took the Danes' money to fight for them, and secondly, all the loot was theirs.

This group is doing their best to avoid killing people, focusing in particular on taking captives. Their purpose is quite simple. Those caught women, Oslo mercenaries just want to take them back to their hometowns to live as wives and concubines.

Huff simply planned to let the allies and mercenaries take the lead, so that the losses were all theirs, and their own people could reap the benefits. Who would have thought that the enemy's combat power is not high. The enemy's rapid defeat caused the allies to take the lead in "eating meat". When it was their turn, they really could only eat the leftovers.

Hafgen ordered a thousand of his own soldiers to attack, and in the end the group captured a handful of prisoners, as well as a dozen cattle and sheep.

Look at allies again! An ally who sent troops with only two warships actually caught more than a hundred cattle!

The most ruthless tribe controlled more than 300 cattle.

In fact, the entire Ostara tribe raised more than 5,000 cattle. Without such a scale, they would not be able to become a big supplier of cow hides to their allies.

Ragnar rushed to the beach with his own people, everyone felt that he had captured a lot, but only when he arrived at the beach did he know what abundance was.

The houses of the Ostara tribe were set on fire, and the long and narrow beach gathered a large number of soldiers, as well as a large number of cattle and sheep.

The cattle and sheep were also startled by the light of the fire, and the barking of the livestock even overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"My lord, it seems that we are busy fighting against their nobles and missed a good opportunity to loot." A subordinate said regretfully.

"At least we got the honor, and you got the honor for following me."

"However, the cattle and sheep were taken away by them."

"You are stupid, my brother. In the future, people will only remember that we killed the leader of the Ostarans, that's all."

If so, Hafgen certainly hopes that his own people can loot hundreds of cattle and sheep.

Then the question is also coming. There are cattle and sheep on the beach. How to transport them back to their hometown? With loser's ships? enough? !

Even so, Ragnar did not forget the idea of ​​continuing to fight north.

He ordered his own people to stand by and rest in place, and he could immediately kill a cow for barbecue and eat meat.

Ragnar took two followers to find the leader of the alliance, Hafgen, to discuss the next countermeasures.

Finally, in a makeshift tent on the beach, he saw Hafgen, who had no blood on his chainmail and was neatly dressed, and also saw most of the grimy Allied commanders who had been anxious to arrive.

The smiles of victory and the joy of the harvest were on everyone's faces, and they were discussing the next countermeasures.

As Hafgen came arrogantly, at the beach tent, a military meeting was held.

The leader of the alliance, Hafgen, looked at all the people present, and said in a rich voice: "The entire settlement is burning, Gotlanders, your revenge should be avenged."

"Yes, the leader of the alliance." An old guy said happily: "The Northern Alliance has paid the price, and we have also gained a lot of benefits. We have plundered a lot of cattle and sheep, and these are the results that can only be achieved under your wise leadership. ."

Hafgen was very comfortable hearing this, and he asked a few more people, all of whom were claiming to have looted a lot of good stuff.

He finally saw the sullen young warrior: "Ragnar, son of Sigurd. From the look on your face, maybe you are not satisfied with the capture?"

Ragnar was indeed sullen, and this responded with a compliment: "Great Allies, we are different from them. I take my people to focus on fighting the enemy, while the others focus on looting. Maybe I am lucky that I personally beheaded the leader of this tribe."

Hafgen was taken aback: "Ah, you took this honor?"

In this way, many commanders cast their surprised eyes on this young man.

Ragnar shook his neck and ordered his subordinates to hand over a curved iron sword with a hilt inlaid with many gems.

Hafgen grasped the obsolete sword, and he noticed that the bent blade was full of gaps, and he had estimated a lot.

"Lord, I will give you this sword."

"Give it to me?! Forget it." Hafgen felt deeply offended. He rudely threw the sword to Ragnar, and the sword fell directly on the sand and gravel of the beach. "I'm a warrior, I don't get the honor, I don't deserve this sword. Ragnar, it's yours."

"Okay." Ragnar squatted down and picked up the sword, facing all the commanders: "I will take this sword back. You all understand what the leader means, I killed this Aosta. Chief of the Ra tribe, honor belongs to me Ragnar."