Rise of Rurik

A long ship consisting of thirty warriors is rushing towards New Roseburg at the craziest speed.

The sunken oars that Rost has, are making amazing waves in the sea. The ship was ordered to rush directly to New Roseburg for four days, so the selected oarsmen not only knew the way, but were also strong in endurance.

They knew their mission, and the longship made it to Fort New Rose at the planned time.

The residents of New Roseburg, who are active in internal construction, never imagined that when the wheat seedlings began to grow rapidly, the leader actually issued an assembly order.

The officer who was stationed here, Konusson, was surprised to learn that there would be 500 Novgorodians who would join the Rus army as the Rus ally. It was an unprecedented anecdote.

"Could it be that the battle we are facing is already beyond our power alone?"

The messengers, who did not know further details, quickly recruited a hundred Novgorod immigrant men who wanted to fight in Novgorod. Their mission is not over yet, because General Arik is not here unexpectedly.

Arik must be in Novgorod, in front of his father-in-law!

Indeed, Arik and his troop of battle-hardened men are now the worthy kings of the Novgorod region. What he learned of Novgorod's political ecology is like this: White Tree Manor is a stable servant, Pine Needle Manor is a wealthy but unstable dog that has not been domesticated, and the other manors are a group of wallists.

Arik's army was stationed at White Tree Manor, which also became a "warehouse area" for collecting tribute. A large batch of leather is the most crucial spring tribute that the locals can provide.

Oh, and of course a batch of honey.

The sweet taste made Arik unable to extricate himself. He really fell in love with the revered days in Novgorod. He drank honey water every day and ate grilled meat every day.

After all, the brave Ross elites arrived in Novgorod with ten steel-armed crossbows, and soon took their brothers to shoot and kill as many as twenty brown bears in the jungles of Eastern Europe. The tree manor also brings new offerings to the upcoming Slavic festival.

But when it comes to feelings, the manor owner Rigus, he doesn't think Arik is very noble. In fact, based on local tradition, he regards the blacksmith Kawi as his second son, and the half-blooded grandson Kuzneslav as the apple of his eye. He is even more looking forward to Rurik, who is about to grow up to twelve years old, and he is even more looking forward to that child who really grows up and inherits the throne of Ross, so that when the beautiful little daughter is married, he can proudly call himself Rurik. 's son.

Suddenly, the order to summon the army of the Rus tribe reached Novgorod in an incredible way.

Arik was taken aback, and Rigus almost fainted.

Because the messenger still asked White Tree Manor to send four hundred men to fight for the Rus, and this was almost the vast majority of the men in the manor. Thinking of war, Rigus thought of death. He subconsciously made the most extreme thinking, that is, his men were wiped out, and the entire White Tree Manor collapsed.

For a moment, he felt that this was a conspiracy of the Rus. After all the so-called men died in battle, didn't all the women in the manor become the wives of the Rus?

"No, the loss cannot be borne only by White Tree Manor."

Rigus didn't take the initiative to flatter himself as a hound for others. His clan couldn't bear the bullying of Pine Needle Manor, so he looked for an outside backer. He needs to rely on the force of the Rus to maintain the status quo of the White Tree Manor. If a large number of men in the manor die because of the Rus' war, wouldn't the cart be put before the horse.

No, he was an old man in a hurry, and taught Commander Arik a plan that he couldn't refuse: to gather the brave men from each manor, gather 400 people, and fight for the Rus.

Looking at the current situation of White Tree Manor, most of the men are also thin and thin, and they can see clear ribs when they lift off their sackcloth clothes. This kind of person is also worthy of being a soldier? However, some men made Arik feel that they met the bottom line of a soldier's physical fitness, but unfortunately there were too few such people in White Tree Manor.

To complete the uncle's big chief, oh, it should be called Duke Ross now, and to complete the Duke's order, it is impossible to make up for it.

Therefore, a war summoning order was issued urgently, and each manor began to dispatch their strong men reluctantly. The expedition husband was weeping bitterly, and the skinny guys who were not welcome by the Rus were secretly amused. They prepared their own weapons, almost all of which were spearheads stuck with bone fragments and stone fragments. After all, iron tools were not really popular in the region, and stone tools were still extremely important tools and weapons. They are more like hunters than warriors.

After an army was assembled, there was no fighting spirit in their eyes, only the infinite fear of war.

Could these cowards also become warriors? Arik was deeply skeptical, and he really couldn't figure out what the leader wanted.

Soon, selected men from multiple manors gathered at the berth of the Ross people at Whitetree Manor.

They all carried a bit of dry food from home, small pottery urns for cooking wheat, and even replacement rough leather boots, and hemp blankets to keep out the cold. Lots of stuff stuffed into a hemp pocket on their backs, blankets curled up to keep them warm from the cold and hanging in bundles on their short spears.

Many men, they knew that they were going to war, let's not talk about their future fate, they accepted the call of the Rus people in a suit of hunting in the jungle.

Many were armed with a simple short spear, and some carried slings, short wooden bows, and a few arrows. The arrow clusters of their bones cannot penetrate the armor of the Rus, and their spearheads are like toys.

Their so-called weapons are all garbage. Let's see that there are 200 men from White Tree Manor. Arik simply doesn't make any disgusting remarks. He really doesn't want to talk about his wife's family's manor.

In any case, such a group of "garbage" is also the soldier he is authorized to rule.

The days of the Rus people's stay in Novgorod are coming to an end, and it is another tense night. The "temple" of the White Tree Manor, that is, a large number of bonfires ignited at the door of a special wooden house, gathered around the bonfires. with a large number of people.

The priests of many manors gathered here, and even the owner of the Pine Needle manor, Brudene, who hated the Rus people, he also sent fifty so-called soldiers, as well as manor priests.

Brudeni, he is essentially a big landowner. Last year's disaster actually affected the whole of Europe, and the Novgorod region, which reached the edge, was still affected. Coupled with the intensified exploitation of the Rus, the life of Pine Needle Manor is very difficult. He instigated a group of peasants who could not pay their rent to fight the Rus, in order to forgive their debts. After all, these people themselves are people who are attached to the life of Pine Needle Manor, they are not the core, these people were kicked to Ross General Arik almost empty-handed.

Those priests were performing rituals in the blazing fire, and many priestesses chanted obscure prayers while twitching all over their bodies.

In fact, Arik and his army have just arrived in Novgorod, and the residents of each manor are preparing to welcome their "Daribog Festival", the so-called sacrifice to the sun to pray for good weather when the wheat seedlings grow.

They had just finished the festival, and even the fat of the bear sacrificed to the gods (naturally hunted by the Rus) was still warm, and the Rus' war mobilization order was issued.

This time, all the priests are offering sacrifices to their god of war, Peron.

"Peron? What is that? Could it be more awe-inspiring Odin with our Ruth?"

Arik didn't want to pay attention to the sacrifices of the locals at all, and there were hundreds of serious Rus soldiers watching the show amid laughter.

He stayed in the house of the manor's owner, Rigus, and the oil lamp illuminated the whole room so that at least the other's face could be seen clearly.

He sat cross-legged on the wooden floor and said casually, "Hey, it's really noisy outside. After this sacrifice, I have to take them all away."

"Yes, I have prepared everything you ordered, and I hope you are satisfied with all this." Rigus' attitude was very compliment, even though his daughter and son-in-law were all present.

The only thing that makes Rigus happy is that the young Ross Xiao will also marry a woman from his manor. He has learned a lot of Slavic languages, which makes everyone's communication quite smooth.

But this member of Xiao will not be able to inherit Ross's leadership, and what Rigus has for Arik is only the fear of going mad, and he has no real awe.

Arik nodded: "I have seen the tributes paid by each manor. They are all our wealth. There is one thing I need to tell you."

"Please say."

"Victory will definitely belong to us. As a reward for your support, maybe the big leader will be very happy to reduce your autumn tribute. Your White Tree Manor is the most loyal hound, and you send the most troops. Compared with other manors, the status of weapons is also better. better."

"Oh, thank you for your compliment." A smile appeared on Rigus' shriveled face.

Arik looked left and right, then tilted his head again, and made a solemn promise: "My chief... oh, the war chief appointed by the Duke, this time I will lead a thousand people to take charge of a very important task. You Novgorodians must do something, and as a reward, your people can also take the opportunity to grab spoils for themselves. According to our tradition, whoever fights for us, the spoils they loot cannot be taken by others. Take away."

Hearing this, like a dead tree sprouting new green, Rigus cheered up, and even the eldest son Medvitt, who was listening, straightened up.

"Ah?! Are our people allowed to..."

"Yeah. Because they are fighters, as long as they are brave enough." Arik still had a serious face: "Think about it, the best of them will be rich and rich. Listen, we Rus only worship those who are on the battlefield. Strong. Cowards and cowards are driven out only by comrades. I hope your people have warriors. Oh, there is a warrior here."

Arik suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at Medvette, giving orders in ancient Slavic: "You! You are a strong man and my sister-in-law (referring to Svetalana, the girl leaning against Rigus) Brother, you are noble enough. Follow me, as the commander of all Novgorod troops!"

Medvitt didn't know about it until Arik ordered it.

Arik's order is absolute, even if Medved didn't want to leave his homeland hastily, for the sake of honor and the future of the manor, he accepted this arrangement in a thrilling way.

I'm afraid it's all fate!

At night, Arik lived in a luxurious bedroom in the main mansion of the White Tree Manor. He put his arms around his Peravina, listening to her soft breathing, and the hanging basket next to him, who was only over a year old. Eldest son Askard breathed more faintly.

He once felt that commanding 500 soldiers was already a limit, but now, he has been authorized to rule a thousand people.

But wait! Is it really only a thousand people? There are so many brothers on Tombstone Island, and they have all been recruited for the expedition?

Although he has no right to lead an expedition, Tombstone Island will still gather more than a thousand people. If you add the women and children who pioneered the island, the people who can be directly controlled by him will approach 2,000. I am afraid that not all of them will participate in the battle, and to be able to dominate such a huge force, Arik judges that his life has reached a peak again.

He...has begun to fantasize about something extraordinarily great.

In the dark night, the faint moonlight filtered through the gap of the closed wooden window, and his eyes used the dim light to look at the cradle that carried his son. "Asgard, maybe you can do something greater."

The next day, the whitish charcoal at the entrance of the temple was still burning slowly, and a large number of longboats were assembled to stand by.

Times have indeed changed. Because of the important stronghold of Novrosburg, the Rus people can stay in Novgorod for a long time, and they often shuttle across the Neva River - Ladoga Lake - Volkhov River. waterway.

They had to deliver the tribute twice a year, but the Rus couldn't make it twice a year to get it.

Arik left two hundred Rus warriors to continue eating and drinking here. These 200 people are actually very particular, because the wives of 100 people are all women from White Tree Manor. Because of this affinity, Arik is very assured that they can control the entire Novgorod area and will also get White Tree Manor's wife. love.

The people who went on the expedition began to board the ships one after another, and many Slav "fighters" could be said to have set foot on the warships of the Varyags for the first time in their lives. They were ordered to unpack for the time being, and under the orders of the rude Rus, they had to cautiously hold the heavy oars in their hands.

It seems that the rowing is no different from the rowing boats they used to do, but the Rus' oars surpassed their imaginations.

There was no need for the second sacrifice, but the residents of the entire White Tree Manor gathered at the river bank.

There are as many as thirty longboats, in a completely overweight attitude, carrying nearly a thousand people of various types and a batch of looted tribute, which form a compact line of long snakes, drifting along the Volkhov River to pull. Lake Doga.

"Now, leave your hometown, we're going to fight." Kawei put away the oars, put his arms around his sad wife, and looked north.

"Are you going to the war too?" Lilia was holding her child again, looking at her husband's beard.

"Of course. I am a craftsman and a warrior, and my people need me to repair all kinds of weapons for them."

"But, that's war!"

"What? Are you suddenly worried about me?"

Lilia lowered her head slightly, looking at the babble of the infant child with a complicated mood.

In the past, she really didn't worry about the expedition that Kawei participated in. After seeing the powerful military power of the Rus, who dared to say that they would not be able to win? Now a mother, she instinctively wants her husband not to take risks.

How can times change because of the expectations of one or more women?

Kawei, he can't let go of his wife and children, and he can't let go of his clan brothers.

A few days later, a fleet with a larger number and more ships, led by General Aric of Ross Xiao, unloaded a batch of tributes in New Rose Fort, and received a batch of weapons and tools, and the fleet entered. to the Gulf of Finland.

They all adjusted the sails to the right direction, and under the blowing of the south wind, they moved forward at a very fast speed.

After sailing for three consecutive days and nights, they saw the fire at the Misty Islands rushing directly towards it...