Rise of Rurik

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To the South, of course to the South!

Rurik completely regarded himself as a powerful leader, and now a major opportunity related to the future development of the Rus people is in front of him. If he can't grasp it, it will greatly damage the interests of the tribe.

Nia in the inner room heard all this, and she hurried out of the room.

"Rurik, are you going to Melalen?!"

"Yup."

"That's too dangerous, I know you're going to do a business, but you..."

"Are you worried about me?" Rurik asked knowingly.

"Yes." Niya stared straight: "I heard your conversation. Your father is still in Novgorod. Since Olegin asked the leader to give an answer, maybe Harrozuson should represent you at this time. …”

"No! I've made up my mind, the money is mine, buying food is my business, and selling iron is my business. He, Haruo Zuo Sen, is just a war chief who was sealed by his father to guard his hometown. He has been addicted to women's sex for a year. , his words can carry weight."

Nia was taken aback, and couldn't help but sighed at her son's palace.

She estimated that she couldn't and had no reason to stop her son.

At this moment, Snowleva hurriedly assured: "My dear lady, if Rurik goes to the south, my family will always protect his safety."

"You?" Nia looked at the chubby Snoreva's narrowed eyes: "Forget it. My son must be guarded by excellent soldiers when he goes to the south. Trust you? I trust my nephew more."

Niya immediately stated his attitude. Of course Rurik can go to the south. As a mother, he needs excellent soldiers to protect his safety. She knocked on the floor: "I know you are in a hurry. When are you going to return?"

"Probably tomorrow." Snowlevard said

"So soon?" Rurik was also a little surprised by what Snowlev said.

Nia suppressed the surprise in her heart, "Then call Harrozosen and Arik quickly. Rurik, you need to inform Harrozoson, Aric and Yevro, who you trust, I only trust this one. Two people can keep you safe."

For a moment,

The people who should come hurriedly ran like the chief's house.

Harrozosen panted: "Rurik, you are actually going to the south. Even if it is a big business, maybe the chief should lead you there, just like in the past."

Rurik didn't change his face: "I have made up my mind, and no one can stop me."

"Yes, of course I can't stop you, but if the big boss comes back, how should I tell him?"

"Are you afraid he will punish you?" Rurik asked deliberately.

"Of course! To be honest, he ordered me to protect you."

"Oh, that's really helpful to you. But I'm not too young, and I have to do something. Now that Melalen leader named us Ruth people to send someone to the meeting, if I don't go, why don't you go? ?"

Rurik completely took Haro Zuosen's army, but Haruo Zuosen really has self-awareness. His task is to guard his hometown. If there are some incidents, he will handle it, and his work is nothing more than that.

Haruozuosen did not have the authority to deal with tribal affairs, and his power was even inferior to that of the high priest.

Arik snarled: "Going to Melalen? Interesting. Brother, there is nothing to be afraid of. There are many people in Melalen, but most of them are cowards. Harrodzuson is afraid of them, but I am not."

"You... sigh." Haruo Zuo Sen was a little angry, he lowered his head, "Arik, you still have to beware of them. I know more than you are older than you, the big leader has not gone south for so many years, no one knows. The attitude of the people of Mellaren."

"Even so, I'm not afraid. I can easily kill ten enemies. Give me a hundred and I will dare to attack the Danes!"

Arik's rhetoric was very encouraging, but Rurik heard a hint of danger from Harrodsen's mouth.

Hongmen banquet? Not so much. Are the Mellarens fed enough to fight their allies? I am afraid that the heads of the two tribes have not been in contact for a long time. It is not unreasonable for the two sides to be wary of each other because of the estrangement.

Thinking of this, Rurik felt that he needed to bring a large guard, which should also be led by two generals, Arik and Yevlo.

Since the leader of Melalen intends to do business, he is essentially eager to exchange food for weapons, so let's change it.

Since ancient times, the ordnance trade has been really profitable. After all, this is a tool for a group to protect itself, and it is worth spending a lot of money to own it.

This has led to great profits for ordnance makers.

Much to Rurik's delight, despite the cold weather, a large number of southern onions were brought back.

They were all purchased by the Gould family. The arrival of onions is a real relief for the Rus people, making people feel that the agricultural situation this year is not serious. It even has an additional significance, which is to make the clansmen think that the situation this year will not be too bad. The Gould family's ship brought the first batch of southern agricultural products, and there must be a large number of fleets coming. on the way.

The situation was urgent, and Rurik estimated that he would have to run wild at sea for two to three days to reach Melalen, or if he sailed day and night for two days.

Rurik organized fifty people, including veteran soldiers selected by Aric, and his own Jingruo mercenaries. These people have two things in common. First, they beheaded many enemies. Second, they are well equipped. Each has chain mail, steel swords, steel axes, and even buckskin wood that has been hardened with pine glue. shield.

Rurik did not go away empty-handed, of course. A lot of the leather he caught during the summer was shipped to Roseburg, most of which had been tanned, including precious bear skins.

Of course, there is also the money to buy a lot of agricultural products. As the person in control of the "big money box", he easily extracted up to five hundred Roman pounds of silver coins from the priest's house.

This trip will bring back a huge amount of wheat and vegetables, and Rurik is thankful that his cousin has captured a large number of fishing boats, which now also have to work as transport ships.

The next morning, after a night's rest, Rurik and his men hurried to the Gould's pier.

A large number of people have boarded the ships, and as many as thirty ships are waiting to set sail.

Rurik and Carlotta stood on the trestle in full costumes, facing Niya, Harrodsen, and even the other farewellers.

"Well, it's business, and it's for our tribe. Be careful when you two go to the south."

Thousands of words can't describe a mother's worry about her child, and now, Nia is also worried about her substantial adopted daughter, Carlotta.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll take care of it. When we come back, I'll bring enough wheat for us to eat for a year," Rurik encouraged.

"Oh I hope so, Carlotta is going too, maybe she doesn't have to."

"I have to go." Carlotta grabbed the white, "Mom, I am the leader of the Ostara clan after all. They think my clan is over, and this time I will tell the leader, as well as other clans, Ostara. Not dead, we are reborn under the protection of the Rus."

Niya's nose was sore, and when there was a gust of cold wind, she covered her mouth and said nothing.

As for Harrodzuson, he had nothing to say. When Rurik stepped on the board, he waved his hand vigorously: "I will continue to guard, and I will tell the big chief everything."

The strong north wind blew fiercely on the solid sails made of flax and wool, and a mighty fleet left the Roseburg Fjord, the bow of the boat was riding the waves, the fleet sailed at high speed, and even many on board People are afraid.

Rurik was wrapped in a sheepskin blanket against the cold wind from the north, his eyes always looking straight ahead.

In the end, it was the first time he ran to the south, he had no experience to talk about, and his knowledge of the Melalen tribe was limited to hearsay.

Compared to standard warships, Rurik still prefers sturdy transport ships. It is large and tough, the tenon-and-mortise structure and the dry oak ensure the overall firmness, and the extensive use of turpentine seals all the gaps, and the waves cannot destroy it.

But the fly in the ointment is that all the transport ships still do not have Class A installed, but there are some wooden boards across them, which artificially separate the goods and the places where people stand, which is already an innovation.

Its speed is still not as fast as a warship, but it needs fewer people to maneuver it completely relying on wind, and it is very cost-effective.

The sailing all day did not end when night fell.

The wind at night was getting weaker. In order to avoid getting lost, the fleet deliberately stuck to the coastline. The sailors who were watching the sails at night watched the hazy scene in the west and used the stars to navigate, and the fleet continued to move forward.

A new day has come. In the past night, no one knew how far the fleet had fallen to the ground. Fortunately, the whole team was in order.

Rurik slept all night wrapped in sheepskin, and when he woke up he pounded Carlotta, who was dozing beside him.

"Ah, are we there yet?" The girl rubbed her eyes vigorously. She took off the sheepskin from the bedding, and when a chill hit, she put the sheepskin back on.

"Be careful, don't get sick," Rurik ordered, wrapped in sheepskin.

The chill struck, and Carlota's sleepy eyes disappeared. She stood up wrapped in sheepskin, ignoring her hungry stomach, and looked at the foggy south with her big eyes.

She asked casually, "How long will we be sailing?"

Snowleva, who had already woken up and was gnawing on a dried fish, said casually, "Maybe it's tonight, in short, we're almost there."

"Can't you hurry up?" Rurik urged impatiently. "This damn ship, it's really big and can't keep out the cold. I've got to get sick after staying here for a long time."

Snowleva shrugged: "My lord, our voyages are like this."

"You can endure it like that?"

"if not?"

"Ah, it's really amazing." Rurik patted his head vigorously: "By the way, I have arranged for you to invite the shipbuilder of Melalen to come to Ross."

"I'm already doing it. As for how many people I have persuaded, we will only know when the fleet returns."

"Well, I hope good shipbuilders come and they can build me a cargo ship that can carry a log cabin."

Snowreva didn't care about Rurik's muttering at all, but at Rurik's place, the plan had already been made, and all he needed was a shipbuilder who could make a large number of cargo ships. Therefore, this time, no matter if it was kidnapped or bought with a lot of money, it was necessary to draw a few shipbuilders to Roseburg.

The sea fog dissipated, and the north wind was still whistling. Although the sun was shining, the weather could no longer restore the warmth of the past.

There are more and more fishing boats on the waters, some of which are the Ross fishing boats for herring and whaling, and more are the ships of the Melarens and Uppsalas.

Snowreva, who was standing on the bow of the pilot ship, saw that the time was ripe, and suddenly shouted: "Hang the signal flag, all ships follow us, prepare to turn!"

Rurik, who was drowsy in the cabin, was fed up with the ups and downs, and he was very fortunate that he had no signs of seasickness due to the physique of his sea people.

He and Carlotta got up, and the mercenary soldiers also sat upright. I saw that all the ships were turned under the control of the sailors of the Gould family. The fleet began to shuttle between a large number of green offshore islands, and finally aimed at a large fjord and plunged into it.

On some islands, there are low thatched soil embryo houses, and there are also miniature fishing boats that can only be operated by two or three people, and even fishing in shabby clothes on the shore.

They looked at the transport fleet that suddenly broke in, and stood up and saluted.

"Hey! Snowleva, what are these Mellarens looking at?"

"Of course he's watching us."

"Look at us? What do we have to look at?" Rurik asked in confusion.

"Because we are Russ! My lord, there is no fleet from the north of our size."

large scale? Only thirty ships.

Rurik said no more. He stood beside the boat and tried to reach out to touch the water, but his arms were too far from the waterline.

Cargo ships are like this, they have a big hull and a deep draft.

Rurik paid attention to the scene around him. In the west, there was a wide body of water, large and small islands on both sides of the ship, and a large number of residential buildings scattered.

At this time, a sailor dropped a wooden barrel tied to a rope, and then picked up the barrel full of water.

Just steered the sails to roll, let the rudder at the tail adjust and put down, the sturdy ship turned, and the sailors were sweating profusely.

Rurik was surprised to see that the shirtless sailor who was not afraid of the cold actually held a huge bucket and drank water directly.

"Hey! Are you stupid? You actually drink sea water!"

When the sailor saw Rurik who was talking, he couldn't help but let out a voice, and the water continued to drink.

Just when Rurik was puzzled, Snowleva stood up to explain: "Sir, in fact, since we entered the island group, the waters we were in was Lake Meralen. They all drink fresh water."

"Huh?" Rurik pointed directly under the boat. "Have we entered the Great Lake?"

"Exactly."

"Come on, when will we arrive."

Snowleva was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly responded: "Tonight at the earliest, if you don't want to spend another night on the lake."

"Come on! I'm arriving on your island tonight, listen, this is an order."

The large Melalen Lake is more like the sea. There are many small islands on the lake. A large number of Melalen fishing boats are fishing for freshwater fish. There are a lot of green fields by the lake, which are undoubtedly wheat fields.

It was evening, and Rurik's energy was being consumed by the long voyage.

The thin lake mist rises again, and the sunset softly illuminates the whole world like a fairyland.

People living by the lake call such a scene "Melaren", and imagine the existence of a goddess Meralen, who is the goddess who bestows rich aquatic products and farmland irrigation on the lakeside residents.

Such a myth is full of people's hopes for a stable life.

However, the agriculture of the Mellarens really depends on the summer sun. There were more people fishing on the lake than in previous years, and Rurik saw a large number of boats as the fleet continued to deepen.

"Have we reached the hinterland of the lake?" asked Rurik.

"It's coming soon, oh, thanks to the damn north wind, our speed is really fast." It was the first time that Snowleva completed the route from Roseburg to Mälarenburg in just two days. . He had to sigh with emotion, if it wasn't for his father's orders to rush him, he wouldn't be so desperate.

Rurik didn't think this was a feat, just like he saw an astonishing number of Meralen fishing boats, and took it for granted that they were indeed powerful tribes qualified to be leaders of the alliance.

In fact, the real situation is that this year's wheat harvest is doomed to fail, and the farmers who are in a hurry have to return to their old jobs as fishermen. Tens of thousands of people rushed to the vast lakes, desperately catching fish and stockpiling them to prevent starvation.

After all, most of them were tenant farmers who worked for the leader Olekin.

Because Olegin is also a principled man, and he agrees how much rent to collect, and is not affected by natural disasters.

The sky was already very dark, and in the distance there were many gray shadows, looming in the last rays of light.

Rurik was already very sleepy, and Carlotta couldn't care so much. She curled up like a golden cat for a nap.

"There's the Mellaren Market, and all the shadows are their houses." Snowleva instructed.

Looking at Rurik, he couldn't help being shocked by the huge size of Melarenburg. Think about it too, they are located on the lakeside plain, and they can reclaim and build unscrupulously, unlike Roseburg, which is subject to mountains and rocks.

"Where is Gould Island?"

"It's there!" Snowreva skillfully pointed to the dimly lit place of a Raptor, "I won't admit the wrong direction even if it is dark. My lord, we have reached our destination, and the fleet is advancing. "

"Hurry up then. Hopefully Gould will roast a sheep as usual for me and my warriors."

Snowreva replied earnestly: "Rest assured, my father will entertain everyone. Including the sailors who steer the sails and rudders."

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