Rise of Rurik

When Ostara was attacked, more than seven hundred people fled into the forest.

Most of the refugees are women and children. There are also some cowardly men and a group of lumberjacks who have long lived in huts in the woods.

Refugees don't have much time to pack up, and they don't carry much food, usually not even cooking utensils.

All those who escaped gathered in the forest one after another. A group of women with children elected some loggers in the forest to serve as temporary leaders. Home has been destroyed, where to go next?

After some discussion, many people proposed to go to the Melalen tribe.

Because everyone knows that the Melarons are the richest in the entire league! What's more, maybe when everyone arrives at Melalen, the leader of the alliance will be furious because of the attack of the Danes, and lead the army to counterattack, and the lost homeland of the Ostarans can also be regained.

People fantasize about this outcome, constantly comforting themselves.

The reality is still cruel and difficult.

To go to the Mälaren tribe, you must first arrive at the Yermalen tribe, from where you board the boat and cross the entire Lake Mälaren.

Among the refugees, some people carry some entanglements, and some people still have some daily necessities in their sackcloth pockets.

More people, in the multi-day trek, either their clothes are worn out, or their boots are worn out.

By now, the leather boots of the two little girls were almost damaged.

Since being freed by the Danes, the sisters have followed the path of their escape to find their lost luggage.

When they found the burlap sack lying in the grass, they regretted that the clay cooker inside was broken. In short, there was still some oatmeal in their pockets, but they couldn't cook the wheat, so they had to chew it dry.

Two children trek alone in the dangerous woods.

Fortunately, there are two self-defense daggers in the pocket. After all, the two of them were also Vikings. The older sister broke branches and used a dagger to cut a sharp blade, which was used as a walking stick and a short spear for self-defense.

What they are most afraid of is the wild beasts in the forest, but sister simply did not forget the ability to drill wood to make fire.

After two nights in the woods, and after walking for a long time, they finally found the crowd that had gathered. By this time, the girl had run out of food, and the situation of the other clansmen was even worse.

Those who have been left behind for too long are doomed to die in the woods and become food for wolves or bears.

Even the gathered people,

For the most part, it's entirely based on willpower to survive. Some people even ate the suspicious mushrooms, foaming at the mouth and twitching in public, and stopped moving after a while. Whether it's a coma or death, others are really helpless.

The two children covered their heads with linen burqas. Their dirty appearance and their clothes that had been damaged in many ways completely concealed their identities.

Even the fleeing clansmen could not identify the identities of the two children.

They have also been covering up their true identities, for fear that after being controlled by the almost crazy clansmen, they would snatch all the money out of their sackcloth pockets.

A small bag of money and the few remaining pieces of amber that the sisters saved when they arrived at the Melalen tribe!

Now, the two children are sitting on the grass cuddling each other, waiting for the adults to act.

After a frantic fight, some people were trampled to death on the spot, and some were seriously injured.

More people were too weak to grab even a little bit of cheese dregs.

The leader of the Gran people was still standing on the ox cart, facing the still messy refugees and shouting: "You were our allies, and now we Gran people have fulfilled the responsibility of allies. I will give you a meal. , the next thing is your own, I have done my best."

For a moment, the people who thought they had found a life-saving straw panicked.

The few lumberjacks who, by virtue of their physical strength, became the natural leaders of the refugee ranks, were the ones who ate the most in the scramble.

Now it is these people who hurriedly rushed to the arrogant Gran leader to appeal: "Sir, we implore you to give us some food based on our past relationship. At least, let us arrive at Yell safely. Mullen's Wharf."

The leader's attitude remained the same, "It looks like your leader has died in battle. You guys are men, and you have actually turned your back on your own people. Why do you live? Come on! Behead the cowards!"

The leader could see that these guys were the leaders. Although they were all allies, he didn't need them now. In cold blood, except for the beautiful young women in this group of refugees who can be incorporated into the tribe, why should the Gran people care about the lives of the rest of them?

The lumberjack didn't react at all, and even screamed, he was stabbed to death on the spot with a spear by the Gran warriors who were waiting for him.

Horrible scenes were seen for other refugees.

Two sisters not far away, they saw the horrific scene of blood spurting, and they couldn't help hugging each other.

"Sister, aren't these people allies? How could they..."

"Honey, don't cry, don't watch. We'll be together forever."

For many refugees, it is thought that the cheese that the Gran people call a reward is the Last Supper. In the panic, many people, especially the woman holding the child, began to escape subconsciously, for fear of being beheaded by this group of irrational "allies".

After a while, there were about fifty warriors with their shields on their backs, and swords and axes in their belts.

They were ordered to walk into the refugee group, and immediately began to closely examine all the refugees.

Soon, some young women were identified and taken away crying.

There are even some women holding their children, only to see the warrior ordering their mothers to abandon their infant children, or young children, and forcibly take her away. The mother who couldn't bear the separation of flesh and blood held the child tightly, and what was more, she opened her mouth and bit the warrior's hand.

It was a woman who had just seen the bloody scene and was deeply stimulated. Now, they are trying their best to protect their children. Even if they are taken away by the Granites, they must take the children with them.

But the leader of the [www.xbqg5200.me] Lan people has no intention in this regard.

The fifty strong warriors sent by the leader ordered them to identify young women and girls who were about to grow up among the refugees in a very short period of time.

The Gran people must take advantage of the warm summer months to move to a new area to build new settlements to survive the harsh winter that will soon follow.

The remaining grains of the tribal people are not much, because they are almost all herdsmen, and the means of production are all cattle and sheep on hand. On weekdays, their food is also mainly dairy products, and some wheat traded with the Melaren and Yiermalan people. The cattle and sheep are forced to hurry, so don’t expect the cattle and sheep to produce milk steadily during this time.

Cattle and sheep are the foundation of the tribe's survival. For the sake of his tribe, the leader is reluctant to slaughter any cow to help all the Ostara people in distress. Besides, even if it is slaughtering cattle and sheep, the meat and blood are the first time to supply their own people.

Otherwise, it's the Gran people who die.

The Gran chief only intends to rescue some young women among the refugees and incorporate them into his clan. As for the others, they are not worth saving.

Now, the selection of refugees by the Granite warriors seems to be a market for slaves.

The two sisters who survived the disaster were still curled up together, they just hugged and didn't know what to do. They felt that the Grans were no longer allies, and they were almost the same as the Danes who attacked.

The sisters hoped that the Granite would disappear quickly, so that the two would be able to reach the Yermalen tribe with their limited food and catch some bugs and even a marmot on the way.

Once there, everything is safe!

Finally, a Gran warrior noticed the two huddled children.

Although both of them were wearing linen hoods and tried their best to pretend they didn't exist, the hoods couldn't hide the sisters' long blond hair.

The soldier stepped forward and lifted the sackcloth without warning.

"Two girls? Very well, an older girl." The warrior muttered to himself, and a large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his sister's chin.

The girl gritted her teeth in pain, and the hot tears wet the soldier's hand.

"You're a pretty girl, and you're lucky. Come with us now."

The soldier wanted to pull his sister up, but at this moment, the younger sister rushed over and hugged her waist tightly. "No, you can't take her away."

At this moment, the elder sister is also struggling with all her strength. In the crisis, she opens her mouth and bites according to the soldier's hand.

"Ah!" The soldier screamed, subconsciously throwing away the girl in his hand. Out of combat instinct, he raised his fist and was about to punch it.

After all, I saw the two girls hugging each other with their eyes closed and their fists relaxed.

The soldier covered his hand that added a line of tooth marks and said angrily: "Hey, girl, do you want to die here? I can save you, but not your sister. Follow me now, or you will soon be killed. The wolf eats it."

"No! We will die together, we are not slaves to you Granites. You are not our allies at all like those Danes."

The elder sister's words offended the soldier. Seeing the man crouched down, he slapped the elder sister with a sullen face and knocked him down on the grass.

"You dare to say such a thing, it's a shame you have some looks. I gave you a slap to warn you, and now come with me."

The elder sister, who was lying on the grass with her face covered, completely showed murderous eyes. The younger sister hurriedly threw herself down beside her, but she didn't pay attention, and her body touched her knee.

Who knows, the girl's right knee has become an untouchable place.

"Ah! It hurts!"

The girl screamed and gently lifted her very worn skirt in pain, exposing her knees that were already dripping with water.

Seeing this scene, the soldier who wanted to take the girl away like a wild duck completely stopped.

He scolded: "What a stupid child. Some looks are hurt, we have no medicine to save you, and death will soon find you!"

Then, the soldier actually left.

Sitting on the grass, the older sister gritted her teeth and pinched her right leg with both hands to relieve the pain in her knee. Seeing that the warrior had gone far, she tried her best to pretend that she was nothing, trying her best to put on a gentle face to comfort her crying sister.

She wiped her sister's face: "it's okay, I'm okay. I said we will never be apart."

"But, your knees."

"It's okay, I'm okay, we'll be okay..."

Even my sister didn't expect that her injured knee actually started to ooze pus. This is not a good thing!

Although she didn't know the exact reason, the girl knew that some people's wounds were oozing with foul-smelling pus. If they couldn't get timely treatment, the injured would soon become hot all over, and finally die in pain.

This is the septicemia caused by wound infection and the leading cause of death of wounded warriors after various clan battles. Being on the southern frontier, both sisters knew the seriousness of the wound.

Up to now, my sister is no longer afraid of death. She felt that she might not be able to meet the Yermalen tribe. In any case, her life might be lost, at least to save her sister's life. If you can, it's better to entrust your sister to a kind person, in any case, not to be a slave.

The Grans selected more than forty people among the refugees, and they abandoned the rest.

The businessman Fodgen, who has been in the Granite camp, has been monitoring the actions of these guys.

So far, Fodgen can't stand it anymore.

He felt that the Grans were completely interpreting what hypocrisy was.

Fodgen took a few followers and directly approached the leader who was still standing arrogantly on the bullock cart.

"My leader, you should save all the refugees. I see, you just dragged some young women. What about the others? You just watched them starve to death?"

The leader looked indifferent.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Fodgen gritted his teeth and called the leader's name: "Ok! You are hypocritical, do you think it is honorable to save some people? More people are going to die! You Obviously have the ability to save them."

Being criticized like this, the leader is not happy.

The leader jumped out of the bullock cart, and an old face almost stuck to Fodegan's forehead. "You said I was hypocritical? What do you know?!"

As he said that, his scolding sprayed Fodegan's face.

"You! As the leader, don't you want more clans? You are now fully capable of taking in these Ostara refugees. After so many years, are you still willing to be the leader of a small clan?"

"You, don't understand anything at all!" the leader retorted angrily.

"I understand, you are desperate. You have so many cattle and sheep, slaughter some to feed them. Your tribe will soon exceed a thousand people, don't you want to have a bigger alliance in the alliance the right to speak?"

"No, you still don't understand." The leader pouted and criticized: "We are also looking for new settlements, and we don't have that many supplies. You said, how many cows will I kill to feed them? Why? A lot of women's husbands died in battle and they deserve to be buried! I picked some of them and fed them with our stressful food, already my greatest kindness. How dare you call me a hypocrite? Okay, Ford Gen, you are merciful, you came to save all."

"I..." Fodegen was stunned on the spot.

The leader continued chasing and beating: "Didn't you follow us to flee for your life? Do you have food? If you have it, give it to the refugees to save everyone. If you don't have food, how can you save them! Otherwise, you can use you to pull a cart The cattle reward them."

At this moment, Fodgen looked at the refugees sitting on the ground, and he was really powerless.

Fodgen calmed down, sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary businessman. Maybe, only a big businessman can save them."

"You also know your abilities. My friend, I thought you forgot that you are a businessman! Remember, you are just a businessman, do your business well! I am different, I am a leader. I As a leader, I must talk about saving others on the condition that the people who protect me live."

After calming down, Fodgen thought for a moment. He thought that if there was a famine, he would definitely hoard food and give priority to feeding his family and servants. In times of crisis, even loyal servants will be abandoned.

this is the truth.

Thinking from another perspective, Fodgen estimated that if he were the leader of the Gran people, he would probably be able to do similar so-called "unfeeling" things.