Rise of Rurik

Returning to the home where he had lived for ten years again, what he saw in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Noren stroked the unpopular furnishings, thankful that there was no dust on his hands.

"They... have all left, even the servants." The blonde hair covered half of her face, and she muttered to herself as she looked at her hands blankly.

"Are you... sorry?" Rurik asked.

She raised her head: "A little bit, but this is life."

"This is your home. Oh, it's also your home and mine." Rurik said casually.

"Yes, but this room should be demolished."

"Tear it down? Why?"

Noren turned his face slightly: "This longhouse is really primitive compared to the buildings in Roseburg. My parents and brothers have gone to Britain, and I have no nostalgia for this room."

A sadness came over him.

"You are the countess, you decide."

"At least, it will be demolished in the future. This longhouse is very big. Let the brothers not camp and stay in the house as much as possible," she said.

Rurik nodded, "Alright. After feeding the deer, the brothers all entered the house."

Originally the mansion of the old Balmerk chief, it is now full of Rurik's men.

This does not seem strange at all, because Rurik has been revered by the people left behind to the new ruler.

Speaking of this longhouse, although the people left behind will arrange for people to come in and clean the house, that's all they can do. Just like this long and narrow longhouse, its gabled roof is still covered with a lot of snow, if it is not strong enough, it would have collapsed.

The long, narrow and cold old longhouse was suddenly full of people. Noren's boudoir was originally more deserted, but now it has finally regained its popularity.

Lying in her own room again, sleeping on the ground floor made of leather blankets, but now she feels strange and uncomfortable in this way of sleeping.

She relaxed and subconsciously leaned into her man's arms. His parents and brothers were all far away, and Rurik was indeed his only relative at present.

She murmured: "You and I were supposed to have a wedding this year,

Things have been done two years ahead of schedule, but unfortunately I am really immature. "

"You..." Rurik stroked her blond hair, like petting a kitten, "You're acting like a nobleman today, just a little lacking."

"Why not enough?"

"Lack of a noble aura."

"Then you teach me?" she sneered.

"Maybe never. Ah! It's a pity that you are a woman, I saw today, and those men would rather admit me, a Rus, as the new leader than reject you, a pure Balmer."

"It's okay, I'm very satisfied to be your woman." Noren pretended not to care, but in fact he was in a panic. She asked again: "How long will we stay? Rurik, I was looking forward to coming back to see it, but this place has become unfamiliar, and I want to go back now."

"Ah? This is your hometown."

"Yes, and no. I still want to go."

"Okay. I'll give those people three days. We really don't have time to delay. If the glacier melts, our way back will be difficult. I'll see how many people they can come tomorrow, and we'll be evacuated immediately when the number is enough. ."

Noren hummed softly, and was left breathing quietly.

The sled has no shock absorption. Even if the ice and snow are a little soft, everyone is always tired from being tossed and tossed along the way.

Things are right and wrong. The Balmerk mercenaries in Rurik are now living in the old chief's mansion. They were a little excited at first, but now they are snoring.

Everyone was tired, and the noise could not disturb Rurik's rest.

The snow outside absorbed so much noise that the whole Balmerk fjord was quiet.

Do not! Under this quiet appearance, more than a dozen small bays in this fjord are very lively.

After receiving the letter of approval from the Duke of Ross from the largest settlement, the messengers of the stranded families hurriedly rowed back to their respective settlements.

Knowing that the Duke of Ross was recruiting new warriors, a group of fishermen who had the physique and were good at fishing took action one after another.

Just like old Blingoede, this guy returned to his house, no matter what the cold night, he gathered his sleeping relatives and neighbors and announced the request of Duke Ross.

Acknowledging Rurik as everyone's new leader? This matter was discussed and approved last year, and all the families who decided to stay behind agreed. A large number of retail investors who live with large families are also coerced into it and deeply agree.

Fight for the Duke of Ross and go on a crusade against an enemy in the East, and the participants will get the spoils after victory!

To farm in Britain? Maybe all the guys at Washoeby Farm who have run away are fine with this, but not our brothers.

The brothers are best at killing fish and enemies. The so-called daring to kill huge whales is also daring to fight against tough enemies.

In the house of old Bringoethe, the night he relayed Rurik's orders was a literal response.

A group of fishermen's families, they have nothing to do with Bringoethe, but they built a small fishing village by relying on the living and newspaper group for heating.

If the fishing village had a name, it would be called "Bringer Goethe", and Brin Goethe was just the person who spoke to the village.

In addition to their own relatives and children, more than 90 fishermen stood by the side, and the number of them really surprised Blingoethe.

After finishing his recitation, he looked at the aggressive eyes of a group of young men in leather jackets, and couldn't help thinking that if these people fought Rurik, wouldn't his small settlement be depressed on the spot?

Old Bryngoethe pulled out the eldest son who inherited the family business, and hoped that this kid would say a few words. Unfortunately, this young man was hesitant.

"Idiot, are you talking?"

Looking at the eldest son again, he seemed to be constipated for many days, and he asked his father softly with his face twisted: "Dad, do you really want me to take these brothers to fight? I am not expected to fight."

Hearing this, old Blingo's blood pressure soared. But think about it carefully, his eldest son is such a person, and he doesn't want to cheer up when he is called a coward.

"Forget it. I'll let your third brother come."

A young man who was about to turn eighteen, named Hellafield Bringgoldson.

Even if the third child cannot inherit the family business according to tradition, the old Blingoethe has no hope that the previous battle will make both of his sons take risks.

The second child, Bjorn Bringgoldson, made a contribution and kidnapped women in Britain, and started to build his own business. At that time, the third child was too young, and it was time to let go.

As the old Blingoethe hoped, the third child Hellafield did not hesitate to seize this opportunity.

This young man didn't care about being cold. In front of his family and friends, he lifted his fur and showed his chest to reveal his pectoral muscles.

Even though he still looks young, his strong arms prove that he is a fighter. It's just that he needs military exploits.

Since the third brother is willing to make this chore, the eldest son let out a sigh of relief...

A centenary team assembled like this? Old Bryngod knew the result of the team's departure, because once they felt that the East of the Mountains was very good, they took their family and went to Ross completely.

In addition to the previous immigrants who went to Britain, and their home in the fjords of Balmerk, everything became deserted.

Strange to say, old Magnute called for war, and none of these fishermen had ever risen up like today's gang. Is it true that Rurik of Ross has a strong appeal?

Old Bryn Goethe didn't know what other left-behind families and the vast number of retail investors thought. The small village where his family is located is like this. Maybe the Rus people really easily gathered an army?

This night, the huge conscription operation was being carried out smoothly, and Rurik did not force them to give their lives at all, and a large number of men would join the army with their weapons in person.

Of course there is respect for heroes here, but also because of being a permanent mercenary in Rurik, the stable reward is a hundred times better than fishing.

Another big event happened that night.

Because there were also a group of men who had participated in the crusade against Tavastia, they were not involved in the new expedition to Britain.

Now, a group of Tavastian female prisoners were brought over, and the group of men immediately went to check, stripping their clothes to check the tattoos. Once he found out that it was his own tattoo, he immediately took the woman away.

Rurik was by no means sending the Buddha to the west. The Tavastian woman had already arrived, and he had no right or obligation to take care of what the local Balmers thought.

How will the women live in Balmerk and will they be able to get enough food? Rurik had already appealed to local prominent figures to help, and he did not ask Balmerk allies for the food and clothing of these women for the past six months. He felt that he was already very kind.

The women who were taken away immediately had sex with their new men, which, combined with the previous events, caused a night of fuss.

Rurik didn't know and didn't care. He only hoped that there were as many warriors as possible among the Balmers, and he would use some means to transform them into pure Rus.

Until noon the next day, more and more people rowing longboats sailed through the frozen sea to reach the core settlements of the fjords.

Now Rurik is willing to name this core point Narvik.

A large number of ships washed up on the beach, and all that came down were a group of strong men with weapons. Some people jumped directly into the icy waters where their knees were submerged.

Many wore tin helmets or bronze helmets, mostly gray-toned leather, and shields of various colors.

They are not a mob, standing on the ground with a vicious aura.

They assembled spontaneously and soon formed a large army.

Rurik was indeed too tired, and when he went to rest he slept until nearly noon.

Yevlo was very bold and shook his financier vigorously.

"Noren... Noren, I'm still sleepy..."

"My lord, it's me, Yevro."

"You?" Rurik woke up suddenly, rubbing his right hand, "Where's Noren?"

"She's already gone out early."

"Oh... No! You shouldn't be so reckless."

"My lord, allow me to apologize. But there are so many soldiers outside, and what you hoped for has been accomplished today. Noren is already talking to them, and they are waiting for you to show up."

"It's so!" Rurik never dreamed of such a wonderful surprise, he hurriedly changed his clothes and hurried out.

The sun shone on the metal helmets, and there were many warriors with braids of blond hair. They bring their own weapons, round shields in groups, and short spears erected into groves.

The first time I saw this armed warrior, Rurik estimated their number, and I was afraid that they could reach a thousand.

Not only that, because of the words released yesterday, the so-called Ross sled team is taking into account the trade work, and a batch of goods is not much, so they still have to be sold on the spot. The conditions that Rurik gave to the locals were still the same, that is, to use the prepared salt as currency to trade, and as a special general equivalent, the value of salt in this transaction was still declared by Rurik as "ten silver coins per pound of salt".

Therefore, there are also a large group of women wearing headscarves and strange braids, and some children running around.

"It's Lord Rurik! He's finally here." Someone suddenly shouted.

Someone shouted excitedly: "Don't be in a daze! Salute to our adults!"

It all happened very quickly, Rurik saw Noren who was laughing with some gorgeously dressed old guys, and he cared more about the group of warriors.

The warriors half-kneeled in the warrior salute, with the shield tree in front of them, still holding the spear in their right hand. They looked up, hopeful eyes flanking the giant guard's nose iron.

Their words were mixed at first, but they were quickly summed up into one neat sentence: "We don't know anyone but Riurik af Russ!"

Lo and behold! Listen! The sound was so loud and tidy that the snow on the roof was shaken off.

As a monarch, the most joyful thing is to be in such a scene, and I am the ruler who is supported by the soldiers.

Rurik recalled that he remembered that Magnut, the old man, had never been so admired by his people.

In such a magnificent scene, Rurik simply drew his sword: "Brothers, I am indeed your qualified leader. I will lead you from victory to new victory. Now I declare that you are all the purest Rus! I recognize you as Rus! However, you must prove your strength to other Rus through a victory!"

These remarks were the most crucial declaration of Rurik's trip, and he was striking while the iron was hot to incorporate the Balmers left-behind.

These gathered warriors, Rurik allowed them to continue living as Russ, and what that meant, they knew perfectly well.

The scene of everyone saluting was so shocking that the old Blingoethe almost dropped his chin. In his memory, no leader could get such a number of soldiers to kneel and salute.

Noren was also trembling with shock. This is the embodiment of his heroic charm.

Old Bryngoethe seized the opportunity, and after Rurik made everyone stand up, he immediately launched his third child.

A young man with his biceps exposed in the cold wind walked out with a shield.

Hellafield's face is immature and heroic, and his deep eyes are the most traditional Norwegian face. As for the bald head with blue stripes on half of his head, and the short braids tied on the top of his skull, it seems to be the normal hairstyle of Balmer men.

As for his brothers Biyonni and Floki, their pure bald heads are too individual.

Just seeing Heilafed Bringgoldson at first glance, Rurik felt that he would be sorry for his status if he didn't become a warrior. After some inquiries, I learned that there are 100 armed men behind this person, which is a bit strange in addition to the surprise.

"Looks like I'm really charming." Rurik was delighted.

But now is by no means the time to be conceited. I never imagined that even if the Balmers emigrated to Britain on a large scale, the left-behind would still have such strength.

Wait a minute! If they all followed him, wouldn't this huge Narvik Fjord become sparsely populated?

That doesn't work. The concept of Balmerk can become history, and Narvik's changes must be replaced and carried forward. The reduction of the population here is not good for the Rus's strategy of seeking an ice-free port.

Besides, the expedition team is not the more the better.

Rurik looked at them, his mind turned violently, and he announced: "I am very happy with your reverence. However, this time you are directly under my command. I will choose five hundred people to leave, the others, please continue your own. Work."

The announcement made the soldiers whimper for a while, because they were destined not to go to war this year, and many people were actually complaining.

Rurik was not surprised by this situation, and for practical reasons it was impossible for him to take a thousand soldiers away.

So how do you choose a leaver?

Rurik thought for a while, if he had enough time, he could identify the best by means of competition, such as competition of strength and running speed.

Now that time is running out, he comes up with a simple standard.

Because the explorer Mordegen is still staying in his hometown in Balmerk, he simply uses this man as the standard. He is not taller than him, and his arms are not as thick as him. Not even people with too long beards, or teenagers who are obviously too immature.