Chapter 1064: Leopard Messenger
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Proclaw did not refuse to fight, it was he who asked everyone to calm down first. For this reason, he had to pat his chest to express his position: "Friends! I am never a coward! I am willing to lead you to war, but we must not act recklessly! We must be on the alert of the whole people, and we must further investigate the enemy's situation. I now have a claim."
He settled down: "Since they built the fort, they must have prepared for long-term residence. We should send messengers to negotiate with their leaders and ask them what they want."
"Is it necessary? Are they worth negotiating?"
"Yes! They must not be willing to negotiate with us. Sending any messengers in the past will only be beheaded by them."
"That's right! We should still organize the army. We can win as long as we are united."
Everyone seems to be determined to fight.
Proclaw gritted his teeth hard, and said, "In my opinion, you are simply afraid of sending an envoy. Or, you are just worried that the envoy will be killed."
After all, he looked at everyone's eyes again. It was a lot of resolute looks, perhaps his estimation was wrong.
"Bah!" A young man threw off his hat: "No one is afraid here. Messenger? Let me do it!"
The speaker was Lambert, with blue veins on his face, and he was obviously responsible for his own words.
After all, it was his own nephew, and the big chief Proclaw did not want his relatives to die. However, it was also his own proposal to send an envoy to negotiate.
"Child, do you know what your resolution means?"
"I know!"
The big leader sighed deeply: "Actually, what they said is right. Those barbarians are likely to kill the messenger."
"Is this enough to scare me? Why should I be afraid?! I have another idea. I have a strange idea, and I will assassinate their leader when I meet them. Even if I die, the enemy leader is also dead. The enemy is leaderless. , and then our army will rush over and win a great victory.”
He stood here like a fearless dead man, and the old village chiefs were greatly touched.
An old man was very excited: "Lambat, you are still young. Is it all worth it?"
"It's worth it." The young Lambert looked at his clan: "I hope to be a real leader, but we are in a life-and-death crisis. If my sacrifice can bring survival to everyone, I will have no regrets in this life. Of course, I will also try I'll try to escape. I'll take the opportunity to kill their leader, and by the way, I'll investigate their realities. I'll try my best to withdraw and tell you everything I know. We'll win the next decisive battle."
Young people speak lightly, and their words can be described as deafening.
He continued to speak eloquently: "Either don't send the messenger, or let me go. There will always be someone to do this, so leave the opportunity to me."
All the village leaders expressed their support. It is better to have the nephew of the big leader as the messenger than to choose the villagers yourself.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, the big chief Proclaw had nothing to refuse.
It can be said that Lambert is very aware of the risks involved, and he is also more aware of the benefits when things are done well.
Until now, the Polotsk people have very limited understanding of the concept of "Rus". Even the elites believe that as long as those horse bandits who have a high probability of belonging to Rus are eliminated, the crisis will be over.
The big chief didn't know Ross's true strength at all, and he didn't even know that the so-called horse bandits were largely just the armed forces of the Duchy of Ostara under Ross's command.
The big leader was indeed frightened by the outrageous loss ratio of the previous skirmish. At the meeting, he did not dare to show a little cowardice based on the situation, and he had to constantly emphasize his bravery.
The more he emphasized bravery, the more he was pretending.
The nephew Lambat is brave and even reckless. This kind of person is indeed a warrior on the battlefield, but he lacks the overall situation.
After the convention, he had another small meeting for his brave nephew.
The small room was warm, the wooden roof turned down the oil lamps, and the interior was dimly lit and the flames kept beating, just like the complicated heart of the big leader.
"Sit down," he said.
Lambert sat on the leopard skin cushion, his attitude still firm.
The big leader couldn't do it himself, so he paced in front of his nephew: "Your father has been dead for many years, if you are killed by the enemy, your mother will be heartbroken. Think about your wife again, your young child."
"Uncle, do you still want to persuade me? I persuade you to lose your heart."
"You? Can I persuade you? You kid!" The big leader frowned and frowned, "You actually asked for the position of the big leader in public."
"How? You... don't think I'm qualified. Or do you think the position should go to my cousin (Proclaw's son)?"
"He? That kid doesn't have the courage of yours. Maybe, you can. You do need a chance to perform, which is..."
"I've made up my mind. Now, if I quit, I'll be called a coward. It's better to fight the enemy. I'm responsible for my own words, and I won't be a coward!"
"Okay! Okay..." The big boss walked around with his head hooked for a long time. He was thinking about something, he probably wanted to understand and suddenly stared at his footsteps: "Alright. It's just that your assassination plan is outrageous, I order you No assassination."
"First Clan"
"Why?!" Lambert, who had already calculated more than a dozen plans to assassinate the enemy's leader, raised his head and looked puzzled: "I have already planned it."
"Better give up on your unrealistic plans."
"I……"
"Shut up first! Listen to me." After speaking, the old face of the big leader was already posted: "I want you to tell those gangsters to compensate us for our losses, and to pay in silver coins! Ask them to hand over the murderer and evacuate them. Build a fort and leave our territory. Otherwise, Polotsk declares war on Ross! Oh, if they are indeed called Ross."
"Ah? Just so I'm not just a messenger?!"
"You're really just a messenger. Boy, don't make any extras. Pass on my request. I don't think those gangsters will be **** a messenger, right? This is your only chance to come back."
"I'm not afraid of death!" Lambert still cast a firm look.
The big hand slapped his face hard, and Proclaw was speechless to his "brave" nephew.
"Yes. We all know that you are not afraid of death, but it does not mean that you can commit suicide casually. You are a warrior, I want you or come back, you have to kill the enemy in the future battle, and you have to lead others to fight. Said To be honest, I don't believe the gangsters will leave, at least we need to know what they plan , If you don't come back after ten days, treat you as dead. I will lead the army to conquer the enemy."
"Sure enough, you are still willing to fight. As expected of my uncle." A smile finally appeared on the young man's face.
The big leader then untied his leopard skin shawl and put it on his nephew himself.
"This……"
"Accept him, this is the special authority I gave you. You go to a few like-minded brothers, and I will prepare leopard-print shawls for them all. Boy, you really need to make merit, and when you have enough credit, you can get this forever. Leopard print shawl." The big leader's implication was that he had acquiesced in Lambert's future seizure of power, provided that the boy had obtained merits sufficient to convince the public.
Lambert understood.
It sounded like my uncle thought it through, he really couldn't think of a better way, and the leopard print shawl was really wonderful, so he simply agreed.
So, he had one more task of procrastinating. From the position of the Polotsk Volkswagen, they still have to fight, so they need to have a longer preparation time to ensure that they have an advantage in the fight.
As for the big leader Proclaw, he wanted to go to war in accordance with public opinion, and he was also ready for peace talks. It would be great if those gangsters were willing to negotiate.
Now there is no market for the entire Polotsk ideology at all. The Polotsk community has never had a tragedy of "the village was wiped out". fist.
The general public was full of anger. Since the chief leader publicly agreed to the war, it was a military alliance of all the allied villages. Young men and women go to war, it is a Slavic tradition. Roman legions fought against older Slavic tribes as early as the days of the Roman Republic, and recorded a staggering number of female warriors in their tribal armies. Even in the Age of Empires, the records of the Legion's confrontation with it will still record the existence of a large number of female warriors.
No one felt it was inappropriate for the whole people to participate in the war. Even the young girls tied their hair, wore slim-fitting clothes that were easy to fight, installed sharp objects on wooden sticks, and joined the manor’s armed forces as spearmen.
The entire Polota River was lively and lively, and the locals still blocked the channel of the West Dvina River, forcing some Latvian and Danish businessmen from Riga to stay. The locals did not force these people to join the army. The war in Polotsk was dense, and the stranded businessmen no longer wished to go directly south to the Delevlian territory to do business. .
Because even the Polotsk children were shouting "Kill the Russ bandits" with sticks in the intricate streets.
Their enemies are actually Rus?
Danish businessmen who understand the new situation of the sea are not obliged to tell the local leaders and nobles what the kingdom of Rus is. They float to the starting point by boat, silently scolding the Polotsk people who have detained their belongings for provoking a powerful force that should not be provoked. It's self-destruction. "You don't want to bring us to die for an unjust death, you can do it yourself, brothers withdraw." This is the attitude of all businessmen.
The businessmen were too lazy to ask for the detained materials, and they all fled together empty-handed. Such an abnormal behavior did not attract the attention of the elites.
The Polotsks are still sharpening their knives at home, and no one cares about what will happen if they are defeated, they only care about revenge.
The young men of each farm have the obligation to defend their homes, and the elites need to fight to prove that they are real men.
It is admirable for the brave Lambert to go to the horse bandit camp as a messenger. There are always people who want to fight side by side with the hero. He easily found five companions and formed a six-member messenger team.
Rather than rowing in a canoe, the six would prefer to go on foot.
At this moment, the previous battle came in handy with the bodies of the three horse bandits killed. There is ample information that the flags hoisted by the horse bandits who built the fort upstream were exactly the same as the marks on the clothes of the three killed, and the damaged clothes became a token.
Lambart and his five followers deliberately dressed gorgeously, with leopard skins on their shoulders and red feathers dyed with cinnabar on the top of their heads.
Everything is just to make myself more conspicuous.
They walked along the river for three whole days, although their legs and feet were a little sore, in order to ensure their mission, they finally saw the fortress on the morning of the fourth day.
From the tributary of the Polota River, where Polotsk is located, to Vitebsk, where the river has an S-shaped turn, it is enough to walk 100 kilometers along the river.
Lambert has good physical fitness, and so do the followers he recruits. The team as a whole went backwards along the river and tried their best to take shortcuts, and this was the end of the road in three days.
The more they advanced, the more uneasy their hearts became. When the fortress finally appeared in front of them, they all faced a choice.
Lambart settled down: "Let's go, guys. At this point, there's nothing to hesitate."
The crowd looked at each other and bravely emerged from the hidden bushes.
The surrounding environment is dark green, and suddenly something mixed with yellow and black came out from the grass, and there is a bright red, how can this not attract the attention of the sentry?
At the moment, Vitebsk is still a big construction site. After several days of hesitation, there was no one nearby. At first, everyone was so worried about being attacked that they went to sleep with weapons in their arms at night. Later, I found out that I was unfounded and worried, and everyone became more and more relaxed.
For this reason, Fisk also became lazy, and Svalgard was too lazy to oversee the work. The most critical construction has come to an end, and all that remains is to reinforce all the houses for the autumn rains and the severe winter cold. Currently, they are building a crude bridge to cross the shoal faster.
It was an ordinary day. The leisure sentinel standing at the wooden wall only glanced at the corner of his eye by chance, surprised by the red in the corner of his eye, and then looked straight at him and found that someone was approaching.
Immediately, the horns on the city wall blared loudly, and the sound of the horns shocked everyone who worked.
Fisker, who slept late, woke up suddenly: "What's the situation?! Someone! What happened."
No one answered for the time being, he didn't care about wrapping the foot-binding cloth, and a Ji Ling stepped on leather boots and rushed out of the residence in a thin long gown with a sword.
After all, they were cavalry warriors, and their relaxed attitude suddenly tightened. Many people armed themselves and rode on horses to quickly cruise outside the fortress.
At the same time, finding that he was indeed being paid attention to, Lambert was stunned at first, and then decided to order: "Brothers, keep going."
At this moment, Fisk, who quickly climbed to the heights, followed the direction of the sentinel's fingers and easily saw several people in strange clothes approaching.
"What is that? Our enemy?" Squinting Fisker thought the world was absurd~www.novelhall.com~ Maybe an envoy? Possibly a traveler too. Doesn't look like an enemy. "The sentinel said cautiously.
"The more I see the enemy, I see clearly how much a mere six people can do."
Fisk dragged down the two edges of the long ladder in an instant, and negotiated with Svalgard who greeted the troops.
After all, a team received the news and took the lead to attack.
Faced with the sudden attack of horse bandits, Lambert resolutely pulled out his sword and axe. It seemed that they were going to fight to the death with the Ross cavalry in leopard skins. But Lambert asked for only defense.
The cavalry came close and did not launch a strong attack. The horses wandered back among the six people in the circle of the siege, and the cavalry could shoot at any time with their bows.
Suddenly, a cavalryman asked extremely arrogantly in Slavic: "You fools who are not afraid of death, who are you? What do you want to do?"
Although the accent is very strange, the core meaning Lambert fully understands, which also applies to the description of the rescued women - the horse bandit can speak Slavic.
The more arrogant the other party, the more stubborn Lambert became. He raised his head and looked rebellious: "Who are you? Bandits? Was it the horse bandits who attacked our village a few days ago?"
"Horse bandit? Boy, you are insulting the great warriors. It seems that you might as well shoot you directly. Oh, your clothes are very beautiful." Indeed, Ross's control area is in the north, far away from the distribution area of European leopards.
When some of his companions showed fear, Lambert was still as hard as a stone, and he deliberately provoked: "Then shoot an arrow! What if I get hit by an arrow? I can kill your horses in this short distance."
The Ross cavalry in charge of "coupling" are all standing army veterans. If the boss had not ordered to negotiate peacefully, they would have been shot directly at their heads by the "Three Shots from the Prairie".
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Proclaw did not refuse to fight, it was he who asked everyone to calm down first. For this reason, he had to pat his chest to express his position: "Friends! I am never a coward! I am willing to lead you to war, but we must not act recklessly! We must be on the alert of the whole people, and we must further investigate the enemy's situation. I now have a claim."
He settled down: "Since they built the fort, they must have prepared for long-term residence. We should send messengers to negotiate with their leaders and ask them what they want."
"Is it necessary? Are they worth negotiating?"
"Yes! They must not be willing to negotiate with us. Sending any messengers in the past will only be beheaded by them."
"That's right! We should still organize the army. We can win as long as we are united."
Everyone seems to be determined to fight.
Proclaw gritted his teeth hard, and said, "In my opinion, you are simply afraid of sending an envoy. Or, you are just worried that the envoy will be killed."
After all, he looked at everyone's eyes again. It was a lot of resolute looks, perhaps his estimation was wrong.
"Bah!" A young man threw off his hat: "No one is afraid here. Messenger? Let me do it!"
The speaker was Lambert, with blue veins on his face, and he was obviously responsible for his own words.
After all, it was his own nephew, and the big chief Proclaw did not want his relatives to die. However, it was also his own proposal to send an envoy to negotiate.
"Child, do you know what your resolution means?"
"I know!"
The big leader sighed deeply: "Actually, what they said is right. Those barbarians are likely to kill the messenger."
"Is this enough to scare me? Why should I be afraid?! I have another idea. I have a strange idea, and I will assassinate their leader when I meet them. Even if I die, the enemy leader is also dead. The enemy is leaderless. , and then our army will rush over and win a great victory.”
He stood here like a fearless dead man, and the old village chiefs were greatly touched.
An old man was very excited: "Lambat, you are still young. Is it all worth it?"
"It's worth it." The young Lambert looked at his clan: "I hope to be a real leader, but we are in a life-and-death crisis. If my sacrifice can bring survival to everyone, I will have no regrets in this life. Of course, I will also try I'll try to escape. I'll take the opportunity to kill their leader, and by the way, I'll investigate their realities. I'll try my best to withdraw and tell you everything I know. We'll win the next decisive battle."
Young people speak lightly, and their words can be described as deafening.
He continued to speak eloquently: "Either don't send the messenger, or let me go. There will always be someone to do this, so leave the opportunity to me."
All the village leaders expressed their support. It is better to have the nephew of the big leader as the messenger than to choose the villagers yourself.
Seeing that he had made up his mind, the big chief Proclaw had nothing to refuse.
It can be said that Lambert is very aware of the risks involved, and he is also more aware of the benefits when things are done well.
Until now, the Polotsk people have very limited understanding of the concept of "Rus". Even the elites believe that as long as those horse bandits who have a high probability of belonging to Rus are eliminated, the crisis will be over.
The big chief didn't know Ross's true strength at all, and he didn't even know that the so-called horse bandits were largely just the armed forces of the Duchy of Ostara under Ross's command.
The big leader was indeed frightened by the outrageous loss ratio of the previous skirmish. At the meeting, he did not dare to show a little cowardice based on the situation, and he had to constantly emphasize his bravery.
The more he emphasized bravery, the more he was pretending.
The nephew Lambat is brave and even reckless. This kind of person is indeed a warrior on the battlefield, but he lacks the overall situation.
After the convention, he had another small meeting for his brave nephew.
The small room was warm, the wooden roof turned down the oil lamps, and the interior was dimly lit and the flames kept beating, just like the complicated heart of the big leader.
"Sit down," he said.
Lambert sat on the leopard skin cushion, his attitude still firm.
The big leader couldn't do it himself, so he paced in front of his nephew: "Your father has been dead for many years, if you are killed by the enemy, your mother will be heartbroken. Think about your wife again, your young child."
"Uncle, do you still want to persuade me? I persuade you to lose your heart."
"You? Can I persuade you? You kid!" The big leader frowned and frowned, "You actually asked for the position of the big leader in public."
"How? You... don't think I'm qualified. Or do you think the position should go to my cousin (Proclaw's son)?"
"He? That kid doesn't have the courage of yours. Maybe, you can. You do need a chance to perform, which is..."
"I've made up my mind. Now, if I quit, I'll be called a coward. It's better to fight the enemy. I'm responsible for my own words, and I won't be a coward!"
"Okay! Okay..." The big boss walked around with his head hooked for a long time. He was thinking about something, he probably wanted to understand and suddenly stared at his footsteps: "Alright. It's just that your assassination plan is outrageous, I order you No assassination."
"First Clan"
"Why?!" Lambert, who had already calculated more than a dozen plans to assassinate the enemy's leader, raised his head and looked puzzled: "I have already planned it."
"Better give up on your unrealistic plans."
"I……"
"Shut up first! Listen to me." After speaking, the old face of the big leader was already posted: "I want you to tell those gangsters to compensate us for our losses, and to pay in silver coins! Ask them to hand over the murderer and evacuate them. Build a fort and leave our territory. Otherwise, Polotsk declares war on Ross! Oh, if they are indeed called Ross."
"Ah? Just so I'm not just a messenger?!"
"You're really just a messenger. Boy, don't make any extras. Pass on my request. I don't think those gangsters will be **** a messenger, right? This is your only chance to come back."
"I'm not afraid of death!" Lambert still cast a firm look.
The big hand slapped his face hard, and Proclaw was speechless to his "brave" nephew.
"Yes. We all know that you are not afraid of death, but it does not mean that you can commit suicide casually. You are a warrior, I want you or come back, you have to kill the enemy in the future battle, and you have to lead others to fight. Said To be honest, I don't believe the gangsters will leave, at least we need to know what they plan , If you don't come back after ten days, treat you as dead. I will lead the army to conquer the enemy."
"Sure enough, you are still willing to fight. As expected of my uncle." A smile finally appeared on the young man's face.
The big leader then untied his leopard skin shawl and put it on his nephew himself.
"This……"
"Accept him, this is the special authority I gave you. You go to a few like-minded brothers, and I will prepare leopard-print shawls for them all. Boy, you really need to make merit, and when you have enough credit, you can get this forever. Leopard print shawl." The big leader's implication was that he had acquiesced in Lambert's future seizure of power, provided that the boy had obtained merits sufficient to convince the public.
Lambert understood.
It sounded like my uncle thought it through, he really couldn't think of a better way, and the leopard print shawl was really wonderful, so he simply agreed.
So, he had one more task of procrastinating. From the position of the Polotsk Volkswagen, they still have to fight, so they need to have a longer preparation time to ensure that they have an advantage in the fight.
As for the big leader Proclaw, he wanted to go to war in accordance with public opinion, and he was also ready for peace talks. It would be great if those gangsters were willing to negotiate.
Now there is no market for the entire Polotsk ideology at all. The Polotsk community has never had a tragedy of "the village was wiped out". fist.
The general public was full of anger. Since the chief leader publicly agreed to the war, it was a military alliance of all the allied villages. Young men and women go to war, it is a Slavic tradition. Roman legions fought against older Slavic tribes as early as the days of the Roman Republic, and recorded a staggering number of female warriors in their tribal armies. Even in the Age of Empires, the records of the Legion's confrontation with it will still record the existence of a large number of female warriors.
No one felt it was inappropriate for the whole people to participate in the war. Even the young girls tied their hair, wore slim-fitting clothes that were easy to fight, installed sharp objects on wooden sticks, and joined the manor’s armed forces as spearmen.
The entire Polota River was lively and lively, and the locals still blocked the channel of the West Dvina River, forcing some Latvian and Danish businessmen from Riga to stay. The locals did not force these people to join the army. The war in Polotsk was dense, and the stranded businessmen no longer wished to go directly south to the Delevlian territory to do business. .
Because even the Polotsk children were shouting "Kill the Russ bandits" with sticks in the intricate streets.
Their enemies are actually Rus?
Danish businessmen who understand the new situation of the sea are not obliged to tell the local leaders and nobles what the kingdom of Rus is. They float to the starting point by boat, silently scolding the Polotsk people who have detained their belongings for provoking a powerful force that should not be provoked. It's self-destruction. "You don't want to bring us to die for an unjust death, you can do it yourself, brothers withdraw." This is the attitude of all businessmen.
The businessmen were too lazy to ask for the detained materials, and they all fled together empty-handed. Such an abnormal behavior did not attract the attention of the elites.
The Polotsks are still sharpening their knives at home, and no one cares about what will happen if they are defeated, they only care about revenge.
The young men of each farm have the obligation to defend their homes, and the elites need to fight to prove that they are real men.
It is admirable for the brave Lambert to go to the horse bandit camp as a messenger. There are always people who want to fight side by side with the hero. He easily found five companions and formed a six-member messenger team.
Rather than rowing in a canoe, the six would prefer to go on foot.
At this moment, the previous battle came in handy with the bodies of the three horse bandits killed. There is ample information that the flags hoisted by the horse bandits who built the fort upstream were exactly the same as the marks on the clothes of the three killed, and the damaged clothes became a token.
Lambart and his five followers deliberately dressed gorgeously, with leopard skins on their shoulders and red feathers dyed with cinnabar on the top of their heads.
Everything is just to make myself more conspicuous.
They walked along the river for three whole days, although their legs and feet were a little sore, in order to ensure their mission, they finally saw the fortress on the morning of the fourth day.
From the tributary of the Polota River, where Polotsk is located, to Vitebsk, where the river has an S-shaped turn, it is enough to walk 100 kilometers along the river.
Lambert has good physical fitness, and so do the followers he recruits. The team as a whole went backwards along the river and tried their best to take shortcuts, and this was the end of the road in three days.
The more they advanced, the more uneasy their hearts became. When the fortress finally appeared in front of them, they all faced a choice.
Lambart settled down: "Let's go, guys. At this point, there's nothing to hesitate."
The crowd looked at each other and bravely emerged from the hidden bushes.
The surrounding environment is dark green, and suddenly something mixed with yellow and black came out from the grass, and there is a bright red, how can this not attract the attention of the sentry?
At the moment, Vitebsk is still a big construction site. After several days of hesitation, there was no one nearby. At first, everyone was so worried about being attacked that they went to sleep with weapons in their arms at night. Later, I found out that I was unfounded and worried, and everyone became more and more relaxed.
For this reason, Fisk also became lazy, and Svalgard was too lazy to oversee the work. The most critical construction has come to an end, and all that remains is to reinforce all the houses for the autumn rains and the severe winter cold. Currently, they are building a crude bridge to cross the shoal faster.
It was an ordinary day. The leisure sentinel standing at the wooden wall only glanced at the corner of his eye by chance, surprised by the red in the corner of his eye, and then looked straight at him and found that someone was approaching.
Immediately, the horns on the city wall blared loudly, and the sound of the horns shocked everyone who worked.
Fisker, who slept late, woke up suddenly: "What's the situation?! Someone! What happened."
No one answered for the time being, he didn't care about wrapping the foot-binding cloth, and a Ji Ling stepped on leather boots and rushed out of the residence in a thin long gown with a sword.
After all, they were cavalry warriors, and their relaxed attitude suddenly tightened. Many people armed themselves and rode on horses to quickly cruise outside the fortress.
At the same time, finding that he was indeed being paid attention to, Lambert was stunned at first, and then decided to order: "Brothers, keep going."
At this moment, Fisk, who quickly climbed to the heights, followed the direction of the sentinel's fingers and easily saw several people in strange clothes approaching.
"What is that? Our enemy?" Squinting Fisker thought the world was absurd~www.novelhall.com~ Maybe an envoy? Possibly a traveler too. Doesn't look like an enemy. "The sentinel said cautiously.
"The more I see the enemy, I see clearly how much a mere six people can do."
Fisk dragged down the two edges of the long ladder in an instant, and negotiated with Svalgard who greeted the troops.
After all, a team received the news and took the lead to attack.
Faced with the sudden attack of horse bandits, Lambert resolutely pulled out his sword and axe. It seemed that they were going to fight to the death with the Ross cavalry in leopard skins. But Lambert asked for only defense.
The cavalry came close and did not launch a strong attack. The horses wandered back among the six people in the circle of the siege, and the cavalry could shoot at any time with their bows.
Suddenly, a cavalryman asked extremely arrogantly in Slavic: "You fools who are not afraid of death, who are you? What do you want to do?"
Although the accent is very strange, the core meaning Lambert fully understands, which also applies to the description of the rescued women - the horse bandit can speak Slavic.
The more arrogant the other party, the more stubborn Lambert became. He raised his head and looked rebellious: "Who are you? Bandits? Was it the horse bandits who attacked our village a few days ago?"
"Horse bandit? Boy, you are insulting the great warriors. It seems that you might as well shoot you directly. Oh, your clothes are very beautiful." Indeed, Ross's control area is in the north, far away from the distribution area of European leopards.
When some of his companions showed fear, Lambert was still as hard as a stone, and he deliberately provoked: "Then shoot an arrow! What if I get hit by an arrow? I can kill your horses in this short distance."
The Ross cavalry in charge of "coupling" are all standing army veterans. If the boss had not ordered to negotiate peacefully, they would have been shot directly at their heads by the "Three Shots from the Prairie".
Proclaw did not refuse to fight, it was he who asked everyone to calm down first. For this reason, he had to pat his chest to express his position: "Friends! I am never a coward! I am willing to lead you to war, but we must not act recklessly! We must be on the alert of the whole people, and we must further investigate the enemy's situation. I now have a claim."He settled down: "Since they built the fort, they must have prepared for long-term residence. We should send messengers to negotiate with their leaders and ask them what they want.""Is it necessary? Are they worth negotiating?""Yes! They must not be willing to negotiate with us. Sending any messengers in the past will only be beheaded by them.""That's right! We should still organize the army. We can win as long as we are united."Everyone seems to be determined to fight.Proclaw gritted his teeth hard, and said, "In my opinion, you are simply afraid of sending an envoy. Or, you are just worried that the envoy will be killed."After all, he looked at everyone's eyes again. It was a lot of resolute looks, perhaps his estimation was wrong."Bah!" A young man threw off his hat: "No one is afraid here. Messenger? Let me do it!"The speaker was Lambert, with blue veins on his face, and he was obviously responsible for his own words.After all, it was his own nephew, and the big chief Proclaw did not want his relatives to die. However, it was also his own proposal to send an envoy to negotiate."Child, do you know what your resolution means?""I know!"The big leader sighed deeply: "Actually, what they said is right. Those barbarians are likely to kill the messenger.""Is this enough to scare me? Why should I be afraid?! I have another idea. I have a strange idea, and I will assassinate their leader when I meet them. Even if I die, the enemy leader is also dead. The enemy is leaderless. , and then our army will rush over and win a great victory.He stood here like a fearless dead man, and the old village chiefs were greatly touched.An old man was very excited: "Lambat, you are still young. Is it all worth it?""It's worth it." The young Lambert looked at his clan: "I hope to be a real leader, but we are in a life-and-death crisis. If my sacrifice can bring survival to everyone, I will have no regrets in this life. Of course, I will also try I'll try to escape. I'll take the opportunity to kill their leader, and by the way, I'll investigate their realities. I'll try my best to withdraw and tell you everything I know. We'll win the next decisive battle."Young people speak lightly, and their words can be described as deafening.He continued to speak eloquently: "Either don't send the messenger, or let me go. There will always be someone to do this, so leave the opportunity to me."All the village leaders expressed their support. It is better to have the nephew of the big leader as the messenger than to choose the villagers yourself.Seeing that he had made up his mind, the big chief Proclaw had nothing to refuse.It can be said that Lambert is very aware of the risks involved, and he is also more aware of the benefits when things are done well.Until now, the Polotsk people have very limited understanding of the concept of "Rus". Even the elites believe that as long as those horse bandits who have a high probability of belonging to Rus are eliminated, the crisis will be over.The big chief didn't know Ross's true strength at all, and he didn't even know that the so-called horse bandits were largely just the armed forces of the Duchy of Ostara under Ross's command.The big leader was indeed frightened by the outrageous loss ratio of the previous skirmish. At the meeting, he did not dare to show a little cowardice based on the situation, and he had to constantly emphasize his bravery.The more he emphasized bravery, the more he was pretending.The nephew Lambat is brave and even reckless. This kind of person is indeed a warrior on the battlefield, but he lacks the overall situation.After the convention, he had another small meeting for his brave nephew.The small room was warm, the wooden roof turned down the oil lamps, and the interior was dimly lit and the flames kept beating, just like the complicated heart of the big leader."Sit down," he said.Lambert sat on the leopard skin cushion, his attitude still firm.The big leader couldn't do it himself, so he paced in front of his nephew: "Your father has been dead for many years, if you are killed by the enemy, your mother will be heartbroken. Think about your wife again, your young child.""Uncle, do you still want to persuade me? I persuade you to lose your heart.""You? Can I persuade you? You kid!" The big leader frowned and frowned, "You actually asked for the position of the big leader in public.""How? You... don't think I'm qualified. Or do you think the position should go to my cousin Proclaw's son?""He? That kid doesn't have the courage of yours. Maybe, you can. You do need a chance to perform, which is...""I've made up my mind. Now, if I quit, I'll be called a coward. It's better to fight the enemy. I'm responsible for my own words, and I won't be a coward!""Okay! Okay..." The big boss walked around with his head hooked for a long time. He was thinking about something, he probably wanted to understand and suddenly stared at his footsteps: "Alright. It's just that your assassination plan is outrageous, I order you No assassination.""First Clan""Why?!" Lambert, who had already calculated more than a dozen plans to assassinate the enemy's leader, raised his head and looked puzzled: "I have already planned it.""Better give up on your unrealistic plans.""I""Shut up first! Listen to me." After speaking, the old face of the big leader was already posted: "I want you to tell those gangsters to compensate us for our losses, and to pay in silver coins! Ask them to hand over the murderer and evacuate them. Build a fort and leave our territory. Otherwise, Polotsk declares war on Ross! Oh, if they are indeed called Ross.""Ah? Just so I'm not just a messenger?!""You're really just a messenger. Boy, don't make any extras. Pass on my request. I don't think those gangsters will be **** a messenger, right? This is your only chance to come back.""I'm not afraid of death!" Lambert still cast a firm look.The big hand slapped his face hard, and Proclaw was speechless to his "brave" nephew."Yes. We all know that you are not afraid of death, but it does not mean that you can commit suicide casually. You are a warrior, I want you or come back, you have to kill the enemy in the future battle, and you have to lead others to fight. Said To be honest, I don't believe the gangsters will leave, at least we need to know what they plan , If you don't come back after ten days, treat you as dead. I will lead the army to conquer the enemy.""Sure enough, you are still willing to fight. As expected of my uncle." A smile finally appeared on the young man's face.The big leader then untied his leopard skin shawl and put it on his nephew himself."This""Accept him, this is the special authority I gave you. You go to a few like-minded brothers, and I will prepare leopard-print shawls for them all. Boy, you really need to make merit, and when you have enough credit, you can get this forever. Leopard print shawl." The big leader's implication was that he had acquiesced in Lambert's future seizure of power, provided that the boy had obtained merits sufficient to convince the public.Lambert understood.It sounded like my uncle thought it through, he really couldn't think of a better way, and the leopard print shawl was really wonderful, so he simply agreed.So, he had one more task of procrastinating. From the position of the Polotsk Volkswagen, they still have to fight, so they need to have a longer preparation time to ensure that they have an advantage in the fight.As for the big leader Proclaw, he wanted to go to war in accordance with public opinion, and he was also ready for peace talks. It would be great if those gangsters were willing to negotiate.Now there is no market for the entire Polotsk ideology at all. The Polotsk community has never had a tragedy of "the village was wiped out". fist.The general public was full of anger. Since the chief leader publicly agreed to the war, it was a military alliance of all the allied villages. Young men and women go to war, it is a Slavic tradition. Roman legions fought against older Slavic tribes as early as the days of the Roman Republic, and recorded a staggering number of female warriors in their tribal armies. Even in the Age of Empires, the records of the Legion's confrontation with it will still record the existence of a large number of female warriors.No one felt it was inappropriate for the whole people to participate in the war. Even the young girls tied their hair, wore slim-fitting clothes that were easy to fight, installed sharp objects on wooden sticks, and joined the manor's armed forces as spearmen.The entire Polota River was lively and lively, and the locals still blocked the channel of the West Dvina River, forcing some Latvian and Danish businessmen from Riga to stay. The locals did not force these people to join the army. The war in Polotsk was dense, and the stranded businessmen no longer wished to go directly south to the Delevlian territory to do business. .Because even the Polotsk children were shouting "Kill the Russ bandits" with sticks in the intricate streets.Their enemies are actually Rus?Danish businessmen who understand the new situation of the sea are not obliged to tell the local leaders and nobles what the kingdom of Rus is. They float to the starting point by boat, silently scolding the Polotsk people who have detained their belongings for provoking a powerful force that should not be provoked. It's self-destruction. "You don't want to bring us to die for an unjust death, you can do it yourself, brothers withdraw." This is the attitude of all businessmen.The businessmen were too lazy to ask for the detained materials, and they all fled together empty-handed. Such an abnormal behavior did not attract the attention of the elites.The Polotsks are still sharpening their knives at home, and no one cares about what will happen if they are defeated, they only care about revenge.The young men of each farm have the obligation to defend their homes, and the elites need to fight to prove that they are real men.It is admirable for the brave Lambert to go to the horse bandit camp as a messenger. There are always people who want to fight side by side with the hero. He easily found five companions and formed a six-member messenger team.Rather than rowing in a canoe, the six would prefer to go on foot.At this moment, the previous battle came in handy with the bodies of the three horse bandits killed. There is ample information that the flags hoisted by the horse bandits who built the fort upstream were exactly the same as the marks on the clothes of the three killed, and the damaged clothes became a token.Lambart and his five followers deliberately dressed gorgeously, with leopard skins on their shoulders and red feathers dyed with cinnabar on the top of their heads.Everything is just to make myself more conspicuous.They walked along the river for three whole days, although their legs and feet were a little sore, in order to ensure their mission, they finally saw the fortress on the morning of the fourth day.From the tributary of the Polota River, where Polotsk is located, to Vitebsk, where the river has an S-shaped turn, it is enough to walk 100 kilometers along the river.Lambert has good physical fitness, and so do the followers he recruits. The team as a whole went backwards along the river and tried their best to take shortcuts, and this was the end of the road in three days.The more they advanced, the more uneasy their hearts became. When the fortress finally appeared in front of them, they all faced a choice.Lambart settled down: "Let's go, guys. At this point, there's nothing to hesitate."The crowd looked at each other and bravely emerged from the hidden bushes.The surrounding environment is dark green, and suddenly something mixed with yellow and black came out from the grass, and there is a bright red, how can this not attract the attention of the sentry?At the moment, Vitebsk is still a big construction site. After several days of hesitation, there was no one nearby. At first, everyone was so worried about being attacked that they went to sleep with weapons in their arms at night. Later, I found out that I was unfounded and worried, and everyone became more and more relaxed.For this reason, Fisk also became lazy, and Svalgard was too lazy to oversee the work. The most critical construction has come to an end, and all that remains is to reinforce all the houses for the autumn rains and the severe winter cold. Currently, they are building a crude bridge to cross the shoal faster.It was an ordinary day. The leisure sentinel standing at the wooden wall only glanced at the corner of his eye by chance, surprised by the red in the corner of his eye, and then looked straight at him and found that someone was approaching.Immediately, the horns on the city wall blared loudly, and the sound of the horns shocked everyone who worked.Fisker, who slept late, woke up suddenly: "What's the situation?! Someone! What happened."No one answered for the time being, he didn't care about wrapping the foot-binding cloth, and a Ji Ling stepped on leather boots and rushed out of the residence in a thin long gown with a sword.After all, they were cavalry warriors, and their relaxed attitude suddenly tightened. Many people armed themselves and rode on horses to quickly cruise outside the fortress.At the same time, finding that he was indeed being paid attention to, Lambert was stunned at first, and then decided to order: "Brothers, keep going."At this moment, Fisk, who quickly climbed to the heights, followed the direction of the sentinel's fingers and easily saw several people in strange clothes approaching."What is that? Our enemy?" Squinting Fisker thought the world was absurd~www.novelhall.com~ Maybe an envoy? Possibly a traveler too. Doesn't look like an enemy. "The sentinel said cautiously."The more I see the enemy, I see clearly how much a mere six people can do."Fisk dragged down the two edges of the long ladder in an instant, and negotiated with Svalgard who greeted the troops.After all, a team received the news and took the lead to attack.Faced with the sudden attack of horse bandits, Lambert resolutely pulled out his sword and axe. It seemed that they were going to fight to the death with the Ross cavalry in leopard skins. But Lambert asked for only defense.The cavalry came close and did not launch a strong attack. The horses wandered back among the six people in the circle of the siege, and the cavalry could shoot at any time with their bows.Suddenly, a cavalryman asked extremely arrogantly in Slavic: "You fools who are not afraid of death, who are you? What do you want to do?"Although the accent is very strange, the core meaning Lambert fully understands, which also applies to the description of the rescued women - the horse bandit can speak Slavic.The more arrogant the other party, the more stubborn Lambert became. He raised his head and looked rebellious: "Who are you? Bandits? Was it the horse bandits who attacked our village a few days ago?""Horse bandit? Boy, you are insulting the great warriors. It seems that you might as well shoot you directly. Oh, your clothes are very beautiful." Indeed, Ross's control area is in the north, far away from the distribution area of European leopards.When some of his companions showed fear, Lambert was still as hard as a stone, and he deliberately provoked: "Then shoot an arrow! What if I get hit by an arrow? I can kill your horses in this short distance."The Ross cavalry in charge of "coupling" are all standing army veterans. If the boss had not ordered to negotiate peacefully, they would have been shot directly at their heads by the "Three Shots from the Prairie".
