Rise of Rurik

With two swords in the scabbard, Arik ran all the way while clutching his injured left arm. He was thinking about revenge, but the pain in his arm was getting worse.

More than half of the brothers were killed in this dangerous investigation, and the living ones staggered to the upper reaches of the river with their crossbows. They didn't know how long they would go before some tired soldiers sat down.

Seeing this, Arik also sat on the yellow grass all of a sudden.

He took off his sackcloth and, in the soft light of the setting sun, examined his wound that was no longer bleeding.

The arrow cluster didn't stick in the flesh, it just made a big hole. Fortunately, the wound wasn't serious.

"Damn! Useless!"

Some tired warriors gasped and said regretfully, "We killed a lot of them, and now the people in Gotland are fighting with us. If we knew this, we should have brought more people."

"This is the Duke's order." Aric bared his teeth and covered the wound again, "I want to take five hundred brothers to fight, but the Duke does not agree. My brother just wants to have a decisive battle. Hey, there must be a battle at that time. Enough people, I won't be living here now. Forget it, let's move on."

Arik stood up and ordered his men to continue on their way, even though the twilight was getting darker now.

The sun is setting, and the world is getting cold and cold quickly.

The stars in the sky were bright, which did not arouse the interest of the retreating people at all.

They fantasized that they could find a large army quickly, and this fantasy seemed to come true.

A large number of flames appeared not far away, and there were stars on the ground.

The soldiers who realized the reason laughed and hurried away.

"Hey! Don't get excited, come back to me." Arik shouted.

The soldiers turned back one after another, puzzled.

"Stand up for me, and I'll take you back. Listen, if you run around, the brothers on guard will treat you as enemies for sneak attacks."

After Arik said this, the soldiers calmed down. Everyone is aware of the methods of the sentry brothers. They are sentry with crossbows, and abnormal shadows appear in the dark. Of course, they must shoot first.

However, an army of 3,000 people gathered and camped, and the large number of bonfires ignited was really terrifying.

Even if the Gotlanders discovered them, would they dare to attack with all their strength?

Rurik remained cautious, so he arranged for sentries to ambush around the camp as usual to check the surrounding anomalies. And the on-board torque slingshot in the battalion, the rope has not been charged yet, but the large crossbow arrow has been placed in the slideway, just in case.

Arik didn't have any concealment. He led the team in a relatively neat line and shouted "We are Rus" to deliberately attract the attention of the sentry.

Some shadows emerged from the grass, and their appearance was so sudden that Arik's right arm threw out his sword.

Arik shouted directly, "It's really scary, I almost treat you as an enemy."

"It's the heroic Arik? You are finally back!" The sentinel was overjoyed, but seeing not many people coming back, he couldn't help but be suspicious. "Everyone can't find your trace, you have encountered a big enemy in the west?"

"Forget it, I want to see my brother at once, the duke. I have something important to say."

"Come with me."

The bonfire warmed everyone, and the corpses were gradually burned into black coal.

Dirty and worried carcasses of cattle and sheep were left unattended, and the army of Ross was still busy eating the jerky they carried.

It is really boring to only eat dry food for grinding teeth. What's worse, although there are wheat fields around and the oats are not ripe, everyone who wants to eat wheat cakes and buy porridge can only be in a hurry.

Otto sat on his legs, happily hugged the glass bottle and drank half a bottle of spirits, and then threw it to the old man Haruo Zuo Sen, persuading him to take a sip.

Spirits are currently extremely limited, and it is impossible to craft large-scale crafting or even further distillation after Xinmai imports.

This battle was a decisive battle for the tribe, and Otto ordered all the spirits in stock to be brought, in fact, it was only the next five bottles.

Arik returned with his men, and there was a great commotion in the camp.

The Ruth warriors, young and old, they noticed the horrific black blood on the returning brother, and the tired faces, they must have been through a bloody battle.

Soon, Arik returned with an angry, disdainful face, and suddenly sat in front of the bonfire, facing Otto and Rurik directly.

"War?" Otto asked calmly.

"Yes, fight."

"Dead?"

"Almost forty died."

Listen, Otto's brain buzzed. He stood up suddenly, slapped his old face hard, and scolded him: "What the hell did you do? You really think you can do it? Bring fifty brothers to fight the enemy? You are crazy, look at what you have done. , you cut down all the people in this village, not even the cattle and sheep, so I can only watch those stinking and nauseating cattle and sheep nibbling on this damn salted fish."

After scolding and scolding, Ottoin instantly released the anger he had accumulated along the way. He sat down again, and suddenly asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Arik slowly dropped his blood coat, revealing his upper body, and the wound on his left arm was really dazzling.

"Your injury... doesn't seem to be in the way." Otto's attitude seemed calm, but Rurik was startled when he saw this wound.

"Brother! You..."

Rurik leaned in and glanced at him, worried. The blood is no longer flowing, and it seems that the wound is indeed on the surface.

Arik admitted that he also led his troops to cut down the cattle and sheep in the village, and even touched Visby all the way.

"My injury didn't really get in the way. We saw Visby, which was a bigger settlement than our homeland, bigger than the Mellaren's. During the day we saw the open bay they had, everywhere. It's the house, the coast seems to have a lot of boats, Visby is definitely very rich. There are a lot of them, and we exposed ourselves. We got a sneak attack by the Gotland army, and the brothers lost a lot. If it wasn't for the cover of the brothers, I already dead."

"That's actually the case?" Rurik didn't want to console or complain, those were all meaningless.

Otto's eyes were as resolute as eagles, "It seems that our opponent is already preparing for the decisive battle we hoped for. Arik."

"exist."

"A real man always has many wounds on his body. How is it, does it affect your sword swing?"

"It's okay, I can continue fighting after a night's rest."

"Then, whoever attacked you..."

"I was about to say this!" Arik suddenly became angry. He patted his legs with both hands, and the wounds were literally shattered, and blood came out.

"No, your wound needs to be treated." Rurik casually summoned a maid, "Sicia, call Lumia. Remember to bring a needle and thread."

Arik looked at the wound, he didn't care at all. "They had a leader with about five hundred people or more. We were attacked in the village in front, I killed a hundred of them, and lost many brothers. That leader called me a coward, what a shame! "

"So, do you consider yourself a coward?" Otto asked calmly.

"I..." Arik raised his head, not knowing what to say for a while.

Otto nodded and said nothing.

Maybe cousin has acquiesced? absurd!

Rurik pressed directly against his cousin's hairy body, "Only a bull will keep ramming to death. You are my hero, you are as clever as a fisherman, you are fishing out an army of the enemy. They also Are you chasing you?"

Arik felt a lot better when he heard it: "Maybe. They may continue chasing me, or rest in place. It's too late, they can't go too far."

"Then." Rurik thought for a while, "they will never let their corpses be exposed in the wilderness, and it will take a lot of time to burn them. They won't go far."

The quiet Otto said suddenly, "This is just a setback for you, and it is God's punishment for your indiscriminate destruction. Since there is an enemy of hundreds of people, you will destroy them with a large army. You rest, tomorrow. …”

"I'll go with him." Rurik looked at his father and brother, "To deal with an enemy with a small number of people, we dispatch a thousand people."

"You need to be careful about this."

"Dad, please rest assured. I will..." Rurik had an idea, he still didn't know what kind of equipment Arik had encountered.

Soon Rurik understood. The enemy has a little archer, and most of them are ordinary sword and shield players.

From this, it can be seen that the Gotland Army as a whole is also configured like this, and their long-range strength is really weak.

Rurik's eyes burned with fire, and he laughed confidently, "Arik, take revenge with the brothers of the First Banner. I will organize another group of archers and a group of Novgorod soldiers. These You trained the spearmen to the east, now try their strength."

Arik, who was dissatisfied with himself, became excited, his heart was beating wildly, and the open wound was bleeding more.

"I'm going to rectify the soldiers right now, and we'll leave when it's dawn. And you." Rurik patted his cousin on the shoulder, "Rumia will heal you soon."

"Healing? Is it necessary?"

"Of course, and your wound needs to be sutured."

Arik was taken aback, "It's stitched like a leather jacket?"

"Yeah, but you don't scream about it. Listen, your wounds have filth, the enemy can't kill you, these filth can kill you. Rumia will keep you all right."

Soon, Rumia came with her priests.

The job of the military priest was to perform sacrifices to settle people's hearts, and secondly, it also played the role of a physician.

The priests of Ross knew that some blades of grass were helpful for wound healing, but whether people could survive or not depend on the will of God.

For a long time, priests believed that sickness was a punishment from God, and that a soldier's fever after an injury was a test. Just how powerful the herbs are, Rumia herself has no way of knowing.

Basically, if you get a fever after being injured, you can only resign yourself to fate.

She was ordered to examine Arik's wounds, and learned that they had been wounded by a cluster of broad-bladed arrows from the enemy. The wound wasn't deep, and it didn't hurt the bones, but the length was a little scary.

When she heard Rurik's order, she was shocked. She actually used a knife to hang off some of the dirty meat, and it was only when she saw the bright red muscles inside.

Arik bit a wooden stick, thinking that his brothers died to protect him, and now he can't have any screams in pain.

Rumia bit her head to debride his wounds, and let Otto and Harrozuson, who were present, stick out their heads and stare at him.

The bloody knife was thrown away, and Rumia stitched Arik's wound into a centipede with a steel needle strung with flax thread. She carried precious steel arrays and ropes, which she could use to sew up Rurik and other nobles' clothes that were accidentally damaged, and unexpectedly sewed Arik's skin. It was the first time in her life that she had done such a thing, and she had never heard of such a thing when she was a nomadic deer farmer on the icefield.

Otto took the knife and set it on the fire.

The brothers who deal with trauma have their own experience, that is, the hot iron welds the wound.

Carlotta originally came with Rumia, and she wanted to help, but seeing Otto's actions, the girl was scared away by covering her knees.

"The knife is burnt." Alto motioned to Rumia, "It's better to sew it on."

"No." Rurik categorically refused. Instead, he got a bottle of spirits from his father, bit off the cork with his teeth, and washed the flesh around Arik's wound with the wine.

"What are you doing with my baby?!" Otto subconsciously wanted to pull the bottle back from his son's arms, but Rurik easily avoided it.

Half a bottle of spirits was used up just like that.

"In this way, any unseen filth, or Loki's curse, is broken by the wine."

Arik closed his eyes and endured a little longer, feeling a lot better. The blood is still slowly seeping out, and it is no longer serious. With Rumia covered in herbs and wrapped in a white sackcloth, Arik's arm was treated. It's just a pity that after all this tossing, he doesn't want to think about fighting in person for the time being.

Arik moves his arms, and the second one is pain. The biggest trouble is that his arms are too inflexible!

"Rurik, you made me like this, I can't carry the second sword."

"You still want to fight yourself?" Rurik shook his head by the bonfire. "If you die, it will be a huge loss for us. I don't want to lose you. You must obey my orders, I am the decisive battle. Wisdom. You see, when I go into battle, I will be easily killed by the opponent. This is courting death. If I do so now, I will also lose Odin's blessing. As the commander, I am not afraid of 10,000 opponents. Arik, You are responsible for the entire flag team."

Arik pursed his lips and didn't want to say anything, and suddenly lay down and screamed tired.

Rurik sent out the mobilization to fight, and it turned out that the plan was cut in half by the sound of the cannon. He hoped to have a decisive battle with the enemy, and the battle would be settled, but the enemy did not suddenly dispatched in full force.

Could it be that the enemy is not specifically pursuing a decisive battle, but sending waves of hundreds of people one by one?

If this is the case, the Gotland Army deserves to fail in its fueling tactics, and the Rus Army has always been objectively concentrating its superior forces locally to fight more and less, and it is difficult not to win.

The scouts selected by Aric were all from the First Flag Team, and the brothers who came back alive told everyone what they had experienced. For a time, the group was excited, and the soldiers were eager for revenge, just in time for Rurik to issue a war mobilization order in accordance with their rage.

The Ross army will march in full tomorrow, but some troops will fight an outpost.

There were 500 warriors from the first flag team, 150 elite mercenaries from the duke, 100 Kovin archers from the archers flag team, and even 300 soldiers from the Slav flag team.

Rurik personally led this 1,000-strong team, and his subordinates were generals Arik, Yevlo, Mechasta and Medvette.

This is really the most elite of the three thousand Ross army, especially the soldiers of the first flag team can fight ten each, and the archer of Kewen is amazing.

Of course, the first flag team alone carried fifty steel-armed crossbows, as well as brisk wooden crossbows. The elite mercenaries are equipped with all kinds of crossbows, not to mention the Kewen people.

The army and the Gotland army go hand in hand? Why? Is it very necessary?

Rurik was not obsessed with warrior culture in his mind. As long as he could win the battle, he would use all kinds of strange tricks that were easy to use. What is the honor of a soldier? Victory is the greatest honor.

Thousands of troops were equipped with nearly 400 various bows and crossbows. Even so, their melee level was still superb.

The soldiers of the first flag team put on chain armor one after another, not to mention the elite mercenaries, even the Kovins and Novgorods, who were supplemented by the capture of Baisha Port. Got a small hand axe.

Early in the morning, Rumia and a group of priests stood in a bonfire, chanting prayers and watching the soldiers run west.

Rus, Kovins and Slavs, all naturally worship fire, because it symbolizes strength in the cultures of all ethnic groups. In this regard, the Slavic warriors are more excited. They believe in Peron, the Slavic god equivalent to Odin, who is the incarnation of thunder and flame.

Medvitt was deeply moved. He felt that this Rumia had also become a priestess of the Novgorod people, and she was more noble than those priests in her hometown.

Rumia is indeed noble, and the antler helmet she inherited has more gems inlaid, and she herself is richly dressed, and there is a very large silver ornament on her breast.

The army marched in the opposite direction along the route of Arik's escape last night, and they were in high spirits. The Rus wanted to avenge their fallen brothers, the Slav warriors and the Kovin warriors, hoping to prove their strength through this battle, and by the way, get trophies on the battlefield.

The Duke of Ross is merciful and fair. Those who fight for Ross, what they loot on the battlefield are their own. There are only some things that the Duke himself stipulates, and they have to be turned over after they are grabbed. No longer in the regulations, they are theirs if they are grabbed.

The Kovins, the Novgorods, have this power!

In order to fulfill the obligation of surrendering to Ross, these two ethnic groups, who were once very strong, made great efforts. Up until now, they were essentially covered in iron. These irons would bring prosperity to life after the war.

The flag-bearers of the warrior flag team carried the flag and the mercenary of Rurik carried the flag of the Duke of Rus.

The mighty army walked on the grass beside the stream, and their ranks were uniform.

They set out at dawn, and when the sun was high, a few single scouts returned one after another. They reported that they found a lot of smoke and dust in the small forest in front of them, and saw many gray-black figures with golden heads.

Rurik called the subordinate commanders: "It's the enemy, let's start the battle now."

"It looks like it's them. They dare to chase me." Arik's left arm was hung by a hemp rope around his neck. He knew that he could only hold a sword in his right hand at a huge disadvantage, but he still volunteered, "Let me go with the flag team. Brothers. They can be easily defeated."

Rurik shook his head, "You said, will they run away when they see our army?"

"They?" Arik smiled. "Bah, they dared to move forward and never thought of retreating. In my opinion, those guys are still chasing me, they are courting death."

"Well then, we blow the horn, the brothers roar, we wake them up, and fight them!"

"Huh? An upright battle of honor? Good!" Arik patted his brother's head with his right hand, "I thought you were going to make a sneak attack."

"Sneak attack? That's ok. However, I want them to organize the team, and then let our army's arrows shoot them all. Brother, we won't hurt anyone."

"You." Arik smirked and said again, "You are so cruel."

"Not really." Rurik ordered Arik again, "Choose three hundred elites and touch the back of the forest. I am afraid that the enemy will escape, so you will attack and kill the coward. Remember, try to catch the enemy as much as possible. leader."

"Caught and humiliated him? I can't ask for it. I'm going to slowly cut off that man's tongue so that his stinky mouth can't speak anymore."

Looking at his cousin's face, Rurik felt that this guy had to slowly torture him to death when he caught the leader. What's the point of cutting his tongue, maybe he would be a blood eagle to vent his anger.

"Then catch him and interrogate him. We will find out what's going on in Visby City. You can do whatever you want. Kill our soldiers, and that leader must die!"