Rise of Rurik

It was finally time to fight, and Yevro was a little nervous.

Although about ten days ago, the Ross army that he was in easily defeated a group of pediatric literati. After all, it was a surprise battle, and Rurik, his master, used a strategy, allowing the Rus army to take the lead in all aspects.

He knows that a strong man's preemptive strike is often the first to beat his opponent to a dead end.

It is the current situation that Yevluo is a little worried about.

His iron sword and axe were no longer on the belt around his waist, and ten heavy crossbow arrows were inserted into the sackcloth pocket on the belt.

With a crossbow in hand, Yevro led the scouts cautiously into the so-called Kowen village.

"Brothers, be careful, beware of the sudden enemy."

"Don't trust your crossbow too much. Draw your sword and fight when the situation is critical!"

"Remember, show no mercy! Except for the daughters and children who gave up resistance, the rest are enemies."

As Yevro walked, he repeated some of Rurik's demands to his subordinates.

Most of the mercenaries are not as cautious as Yevluo.

These mercenaries, almost all of them landless peasants in Melalen, seem to be forcing them to live by selling their physical strength. It is a pity for these young people that they were not elected to the SS by the leader of Melalen.

Moreover, in the past few years, the Melalen tribe has rarely used large-scale foreign troops, so that the young people of the huge tribe lack the opportunity to seek benefits through war.

Working as a mercenary for the local tyrants has become an important means for young people to make a living.

Today, these twenty Melalons represent the Rus people participating in the battle.

They had already begun to fantasize about marching into the villages of the Corvins, and everyone could grab a lot of fine pelts that needed to be shipped in burlap sacks.

The north wind swept the frozen river, and the village on the beach fell into an eerie silence.

There are more than a dozen sneaky figures hiding in the village's low fences, haystacks, or simply behind houses.

They are clothed in deerskins,

Holding a bow and arrow, he exposed his eyes in the gap, quietly observing the approaching enemy.

"Those guys are here, are they really Varyags?"

"Are you stupid? Lekiaras, wait a moment and listen to my orders. Let's shoot at least one Varyag." A senior hunter gave his buddy a lot of air, but the hunter had no idea.

"You're so sure? Amovaro, look at their clothing, and their weapons. Trust me, maybe our arrows..."

"How do you know the effect if you don't try it. Are their armors thicker than the hides of wild boars? Are they scarier than bears?"

"Okay." Hunter Lekiaras looked at his bone arrow and couldn't help sighing deeply. Well, he drew an iron-headed arrow from his quiver. "Hopefully, this expensive sword can kill an enemy."

The residents of the village have all evacuated to the mountain fort, and most of the materials necessary for life have also been transferred. Those remaining things are really dispensable.

More than a dozen hunters were named and stayed, just because these people had experience in killing bears and wild boars, and the leader Kaihas felt that these people could shoot and kill several Varyags, forcing them to evacuate.

"They are getting closer, listen to my orders and then shoot arrows." Hunter Amovaro ordered.

The difference between the Kewen hunters and their intense tension is that as the scouts of the Rus people are about to set foot on the shore, they can step into the village with only a few dozen steps. They saw the unusually quiet village, and the tension in their hearts dissipated a lot. The team also became a little loose.

Yevro was the first to set foot on the snow-covered river bank, and for a moment, he felt that the situation was indeed very delicate.

"Too quiet. Be careful, brothers."

His instructions did not attract many people's attention.

All the mercenaries landed, and they seemed to have discovered the golden mountains and silver seas, and began to go straight to the nearest private house, wanting to be the first to break in and take away the good things.

Followed by those sword and shield hands of the Ross tribe. How can good things be snatched away by Melalen's mercenaries, who also joined the wave of looting.

Looking at this scene, Yevlo felt a little helpless. As a Finn, he really understands that the mercenaries probably won't find any treasures.

Suddenly, there was a swish in the air.

Then there was someone screaming.

Yevluo, who was slightly relaxed, saw that a mercenary was crying while clutching his thigh.

He squatted down subconsciously, holding the crossbow nervously, aiming the sight in any suspicious direction.

A stray arrow suddenly hit and flew to the ice against Yevro's face. He even felt the soft arrow feather slap on his cheek.

In an instant, he saw a suspicious man in a fur hat and realized that there was an enemy there.

"Attention! There's an ambush! Everyone's back!"

It is really only if someone is injured that people who enter the village can be in danger here.

Since the enemy was hiding in the shadows, the mercenaries left their wounded companions and retreated to the riverbank, then armed with crossbows and shot at suspicious places.

The angry Yevluo shouted: "You idiots, do you think your arrows are cheap? Don't shoot without seeing the enemy's eyes!"

On the other hand, the hidden Kovin hunter is happy to have shot a Varyag.

The hunter Lekiaras muttered disdainfully: "It seems that the bone arrow is ineffective, but the iron arrow is the most effective. The Varyag people are not as terrible as the legends."

"It's just that iron arrows are very expensive, you can save it." Hunter Amovaro told everyone to be careful.

On the one hand, these Kewen hunters want to give the enemies that appear a dismay, and on the other hand, they want to contain them. The leader Kaihas never expects the Varyags to leave meekly. Large-scale battles are basically inevitable, so the Corvin "Lord of Salmon" tribe needs more preparation time to make the mountain fort truly militarized. mountain fort.

The fallen mercenary was still wailing, and he was bleeding desperately due to the arrow in the aorta of his leg.

Seeing the Varyags retreat, finally a Cowen hunter couldn't help but escaped from the hiding place. A shorter hunter rushed out with a short spear, and stabbed the screaming mercenary in the throat with the obsidian spear.

The mercenary groaned twice, and the raised arm suddenly dropped.

The hunter was still not satisfied after completing the assassination. He pulled out his bloody spear and yelled at the huddled Varyags not far away.

"What is that idiot talking about? Boss, Starla is dead!" A mercenary gritted his teeth.

Yevluo was furious. In any case, the deceased was a mercenary trained by himself, and he died like this. What's more, he actually understands the words of the enemy.

The so-called "Varyag people, you are courting death when you come to our territory"!

"Brothers, shoot at the enemy!"

Originally, everyone was waiting for Yevro's order.

More than a dozen crossbow arrows hit the target with extremely ferocious force. A Kovin hunter, who was still complacent about assassinating a Varyag, was shot through by multiple crossbow arrows and died on the spot.

"Ah! What's going on? What kind of weapon is that?! It's an arrow?" The hunter Amovaro was taken aback.

"Isobra is dead, what should we do?" a hunter asked loudly.

"Damn, fight with them! Brothers, use iron arrows!" Hunter Amovaro took the lead and stood up from the hideout, and the rest of the hunters appeared one after another.

The Corvin hunters began to shoot arrows at the Rus' scouts desperately, a move completely unexpected by Yevlo, forcing the Rus to take precautions.

The shield-wielding sword-and-shield hand became the shielding force, and the crossbowmen quickly stepped on the strings, installed the crossbow bolts, and immediately aimed to shoot.

At this moment, arrows hit the wooden shield of the Rus people from time to time, looking at the wooden shield that was slightly pierced, the sword and shield player couldn't help laughing. Compared to the powerful crossbow that his tribe can pierce through the ship's board, the enemy's arrows are really too weak.

The hunter Lekyaras is still questioning how the Varyags are good at archery, and he hopes his companions will give an explanation. A crossbow arrow came without warning, and it actually pierced the head of the hunter Amovaro!

In the shock of Lekiaras, the companion opened his eyes wide, like a felled pine tree, and fell to the ground with a rumble.

Amovaro, an experienced hunter who practiced archery since childhood and planned to shoot at least ten hundred bears in his life, died just like that.

There were also five brothers who also suffered bad luck, and they all died directly from strange arrows.

Lekyaras fell down and tried to rescue his companions, but everything was in vain. In grief and anger, he realized that the situation was very complicated, and after struggling to pull out the unique stubby arrow that harvested the lives of his companions, he called on the other living brothers.

"Brothers, let's retreat, or everyone will die!"

In the end only five Cowen hunters managed to escape, and they left seven bodies in the village.

A somewhat unexpected engagement ended.

The Rus lost one mercenary, and the Corvins lost seven.

But in a sense, the Ross people have nothing to lose. Mercenaries, aren't they just "tool people" that you pay for?

Scouts occupied the entire Kovin village at the cost of one death.

After all, it was the mercenary who died, at least the mercenary was also dying in battle.

Everyone felt sorry for the deceased, and wished his soul to enter the Hall of Valor, because the deceased was a mercenary of Rurik.

After all, everyone was the first to enter the village. They started searching with great interest, and found that the most valuable things in each house were some empty clay pots and a pile of thatch.

A large number of clay pots were smashed because everyone believed that there were treasures hidden inside.

As a result, the pot is empty, and the semi-crypt house is not a deserted existence.

The empty-handed warriors began to inspect the enemy they were shot, looking for the crossbow arrows they had shot, and collected the enemy's bows and arrows as their own trophies.

after a while……

It looks like the encounter ahead is over, and the scouts have taken control of the entire village.

Otto could sense that the troops he sent were fighting with the enemy, and he immediately ordered the rest of his men to squat down and stay alert.

Now that the enemy was destroyed, Otto took Rurik and all his clansmen to the enemy's village.

Rurik maintained a high degree of vigilance. He was somewhat afraid of the low village houses of the Kovins, for fear that an enemy suddenly appeared and pointed his finger at him.

Yevlo quickly stood in front of his father and himself.

Otto asked arrogantly: "You fought a battle, have the enemies been defeated? How many enemies have you killed?"

"Seven."

"so little?"

"It's seven people. Chief, please take a look." Yevluo gave a wink, and seven corpses were dragged out, leaving Yin Hong's terrifying bloodstain on the snow. To be honest, seeing this scene Rurik was a little touched.

"Have you any losses?" Rurik asked before his father.

"Master, one of us died."

"Who's dead?!" Rurik asked in a panic.

"Statler is dead."

"Ah? He..."

Rurik remembered the names of all the mercenaries. It wasn't that he was particularly concerned about mercenaries, just because his mercenary subordinates were small in number.

Otto saw that his son's mood was a little down, so he comforted him: "At least it's not our people who died, why should you worry?"

"But, after all, it's a mercenary I hired."

"That mercenary died for us, but he was a mercenary, not a Russ. That's the fate of that man, and then we should launch a larger attack!"

After saying that, Otto squatted down and grabbed Rurik's cheek with a big hand, forcing his eyes to look at the hill not far away: "Child, do you understand the situation?"

Rurik narrowed his eyes, just to see the distant landscape in the harsh sunlight reflected by the white snow.

I saw a hill not far away, and a wall appeared in it.

"Dad?! What is that!"

"That's the mountain fort." Yevro replied quickly: "The people in this village must have evacuated to the mountain fort."

When Otto heard it, he couldn't help but become interested; "Oh? Yevro, do you still know something about the mountain fort?"

"Yes! The big chief, my hometown, will also build a mountain fort surrounded by stone walls. It is to defend against the enemy. Unexpectedly, the Kewen people are also doing this."

Yevlo's words led Rurik to think that since the Finns built mountain forts, the Kovins, who were also born out of the Finns, would also build mountain forts.

"Dad," Rurik asked, "are we going to attack the mountain fort soon?"

"Otherwise? They don't want to kneel down and be slaves, we can only use force to make them submit. Also, your people are dead, you don't want revenge?

"I think so!" Rurik said angrily.

"That's right. Hatred is a weapon, my boy. I think your mercenaries are eager to attack immediately for revenge."

"Then fight." Rurik got into his fist, and now he felt that he had a sufficient reason to fight.

Otto looked at his son with satisfaction, and then through the condition of the enemy's corpse, he understood that the crossbow is indeed powerful.

For example, an enemy, whose face was smashed with a terrifying hole through it, I am afraid that only a crossbow can do this.

Since there was going to be a war, Otto ordered Woima Kashadra, who was leading the way, to pull over.

He made him kneel and asked, "This is your village? Where are your people?"

For the current situation, Woima Kashad tried his best to suppress his inner joy. He deliberately put on a terrified look, deliberately trembling his right hand, and pointed to the mound not far away: "That's it! The mountain fort. All our people must have withdrawn to the mountain fort. They must have sent people to provoke you, I hope to fight with you in the mountain fort."

"Really?" Otto's deep eyes looked at the stone wall of the mountain fort, and his beard was also swaying by the cold wind.

Otto clenched the hilt of the sword and asked again: "Tell me, what's in the mountain fort?"

"All .

"Is there food?" Otto asked the very crucial question.

"Yes! A lot of jerky, that's the key to our winter."

Otto nodded: "Exactly, my people are very short of food. You! If you don't lead us here within time, I will really kill you."

"Oh, thank you for your kindness not to kill."

Otto shook his head: "No, no, the work is not over. Now I'm going to attack the mountain fort, and I want you to tell them first that we Russ are here."

After Yevro's translation, Wojma Kashad suddenly shivered with panic, and lied: "I can't go! To them, I am... a traitor. They will kill me and reject everything."

"Really? Indeed, the traitor be damned!" Otto spat into the snow and said, "You're just one of my dogs now. Well, you stay here, and I'll need you when I win. ."

Woima Kashad immediately kowtowed, because it seemed that the army of the Rus was going to hit the force to attack the mountain fort, and a good show of bloody battle was about to be staged.

So he finally got a chance to escape.

Woymakashad's actions deceived everyone, and even Rurik felt that this man was a real coward, a pure greedy for life and fear of death.

Now, including Woima Kashad who led the way, all the deer breeders who followed the team, and even Rumia, were required to stay in the village of the Kewen people. Otto appointed twenty less capable warriors to defend the controlled village, promising to share some of their treasures in the event of a victory.

The remaining nearly three hundred warriors were all gathered by Otto.

Otto stood on a pile of hay. He drew his sword and looked at the pair of hopeful eyes. The blade of the sword pointed directly at the obvious stone wall on the hill to the east of the village. He roared loudly: "Brothers! I'm going to fight the Kowens. There's food! Animal skins! Women! Gold! Everything you need! They dare to attack our scouts, and soon I'm going to make them kneel. Come down and ask for your life. Fight!"

The anger of the Rus was ignited, and Otto's pre-war mobilization had a very good effect.

Rurik knew that the current team had to rush up in one go, and it was best to overwhelm the enemy's mountain fortress in one go.

Immersed in the excitement of the whole, Rurik also drew his short sword, joined the large group of shield-beating tribesmen, and let out his own Viking battle cry.

"Russians! Advance!" Otto pointed his sword sharply, and three hundred soldiers began to go straight to the mountain fort.