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Rise of Rurik - Chapter 1

Published at 21st of September 2022 06:12:01 AM


Chapter 1: Otto's return

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   Thirty leading warships sailed on the Gulf of Finland in autumn.

   Every warship has a proud dragon head, and its towering giant sails are being blown by the northeast wind in the autumn, sailing towards the west.

   However, the warship is like a dragon that eats support. There are a lot of tributes stacked on the deck. The heavy load makes the warship's progress quite slow. No matter how hard the oarsmen stroked, they couldn't keep up with the speed when they came.

   But all the paddlers are full of hope for the future. This time, just like in spring, the Sweigs once again provided them with a large amount of tribute.

   The long journey this autumn is still very rewarding. A middle-aged man with a beard full of one foot long stood on the deck platform and looked into the distance with his eyes wide open.

   There is the direction of home. With this successful trip to Sorgon, the winter of the entire tribe will surely be spent in abundance.

   This person is called Otto, and he is the chief of the Ottoman tribe.

   Don't think he has an extremely long beard, but he is only forty-five years old.

  The long sailing and combat career has allowed him to develop strong muscles and also got a scar.

  He is a warrior of the tribe. He always leads the tribe to gain an advantage in the battle with the surrounding tribes, and also stabilizes the tribe’s power in central Scandinavia.

   However, my hometown is a barren land. The cold climate only has short-term warmth, and people can only grow a small amount of crops.

   Fishing and hunting animals are very important means of hunger, until the tribe began to imitate other tribes, rowing warships towards the mysterious south.

   Thanks to the bravery of the ancestors, the tribe has found a route through the mouth of the Neva River into the territory of the Sweig people.

   Otto especially remembered that his grandfather led the expedition of a thousand warriors and quickly defeated the counterattack of the Sweigs and forced them to surrender.

   Since then, every spring and autumn, Sorgon’s fleet can get a lot of precious cargo from the Sweig people.

   Thinking of this, Otto turned his head contentedly, and saw the baby wrapped in linen on the deck.

   There are fine cloths, animal skins, and some clay pots are filled with honey, dried fish, and very precious salt and flour.

   In addition, Otto attaches great importance to a wooden box, which even has a delicate iron cord on it.

  Wrapped in this box, it can't be made only by the Svig people who are good at building wooden houses. It is made by the Romans. The box is full of Roman copper coins.

   Otto knew very well that there was a great country named Rome in the far south, and the Svig people maintained a trade route with them. Through the fur trade, the Sweigs hoard a large number of copper coins, and these copper coins can be traded with other tribes as well.

   Nowadays, all copper coins are the property of the tribe, including the fur obtained by Sorgon this time, and are also the property of all members of the tribe.

  The action of autumn can get so much wealth, completely relying on the tribe's military might.

   As many as seven hundred warriors with metal headstocks and chain armor, and armed with tomahawks and spears, everyone is strong. Novgorod, the largest town of the Svig, has a total population of only 5,000 people.

  The Svig people are not united. Although they have a prince, many families have their own minds. When the northern army was approaching the city on the Neva River in warships, paying tribute obediently was the only way to avoid disasters.

   At least until now, they dare not take the fiercest resistance.

   Or it was because they had resisted before, and after losing the battle, they had to lower their high heads to the strong.

   "Brother, shall we spend the night on the shore tonight, or just float on the sea?"

   "When we get ashore, we will stay one night and continue sailing tomorrow morning."

   Otto gave instructions to his brother Ogier, and as the drums sounded, all the ships began to turn.

   Like other tribes, the tribesmen are expert rowers, and even among all tribes, they are called "the best oarsmen."

   calls themselves in their language, "Ball Hand" is "Rose".

  They are the Ross tribe.

  The soldiers rowed hard, and the boats washed up on the beach. They jumped off to work overtime, holding a twine rope tied to a tree or rock on the shore to secure the boat.

   Soon the campfire was lit, and after a while, the aroma of grilled fish came from the campfire.

   Until this time, Otto finally took off his helmet and sat in front of the campfire, eating the herring that his brother had given him.

   "Brother, tomorrow we will pass through the Gothic territory. We are likely to meet their fishermen or be attacked by them."

   "You don't have to worry about those people. We are so crowded, no one dares to attack us." Otto was full of confidence while eating grilled fish.

   "But I always have an inexplicable worry."

   "Why?"

   "We brought a lot of treasures this time, and their wealth is likely to be topped by some people."

   Otto stretched his mouth and shook his head: "Just because of this you are worried about the goths?"

   "They have harassed us!" Ogier reminded. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

   "Yes! They did do this. But look, we have seven hundred brothers, they are not our opponents."

   "Oh! I'm just afraid of loss. We are like turtles moving slowly."

   "It doesn't matter!" Otto patted his brother on the shoulder, "Let them come over, we will fight at sea, and we will defeat them completely."

   Ogier is willing to obey his brother's orders, just like most people in the clan, everyone obeys the chief's words.

   After all, when it was not enough to elect Otto as the chief of the Ross tribe, the tribe had never failed.

  Ogier hoped that his estimation was wrong. After eating grilled fish, he set up a small tent for himself and lay on the beach in armor until dawn.

  A new voyage has begun!

   The tribal chief Otto is still so confident. The reason for his confidence is that there are 2,000 warriors in the tribe. Such fighting power is not only the foundation of self-protection, but also the trump card for external pressure.

   There are 8,000 people in the entire Rurik tribe. In Scandinavia, this is really a small tribe.

   Otto has confidence in the Goths, because those who live on the island have gone to the south on a large scale, and there are not many people who stay on the island.

   They are like a group of fishermen, nothing more.

   Do you still have to worry about the harassment of a group of armed fishermen?

   Otto thanked his brother for his kindness, but his heart was still full of arrogance, so today's voyage through Gotland will be very smooth.

   But my brother mentioned this after all, maybe his other warriors also have concerns in this regard.

   A little vigilance is a good thing after all.




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