Chapter 13: Rurik is 7 years old
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Lurik is finally seven years old, at least seven years old in the fall.
It was 828 AD. The Danes stepped up their plunder of Britain and gained a lot in the process.
And the other tribes around the sea area, especially the many thinking demihumans.
They either competed with the Danes on land for pastures for grazing, or they stepped up trade with the Baltic people on the south coast of the sea, especially the various tribes of Lithuania.
In the past few years, the Ross tribe has mastered the secret of deepening the inland waterways of Eastern Europe. They sailed the mighty Sorgon twice a year, and their wealth was constantly accumulating.
Gradually, the relationship between the Ross tribe and its thinking demi brothers became more and more subtle.
If they are shocked, they may become a group of mavericks.
Time goes by little by little, and the whole of Europe is also slowly developing.
Lurik is seven years old. He is not short at seven years old, but he looks a little thin.
Boys of this age generally look like this from any ethnic group. They are naughty and energetic, but they are all skinny like monkeys.
Compared with the strong Otto, Rurik is too thin.
Even so, before the Sorgon voyage this fall, Otto felt that the time had finally come.
It was another sunny morning. The wooden face Otto called Aiko to his side and said meaningfully: "Now, you should try to be a warrior."
"Now? Am I going to take part in the battle?!"
"No!" Otto patted his son's thin shoulder with satisfaction: "You are still too weak, your enemy can kill you with just one punch. Boy, you must start training now, you must become strong quickly ."
"So, I have to be strong?!"
"Yes! Only in this way can you inherit my position in the future so that others can identify with you. Did you know? They believe in strength, and Odin likes the brave and good at war best."
In a few years, Liu Li has understood one thing, that is also his destiny-to become a berserker.
Vikings active in the entire sea, especially the Danes, their main businesses are farmers and herders, but they are also good at exploring. There is no clear law to restrain them, so they found the treasure of the non-tribe. Naturally, they gathered the warriors of the tribe and rushed to looting.
Ran days of peace, they are ordinary farmers.
The climate in Jutland is milder. In northern Scandinavia, where the Ross tribe is located, the climate is cold, so don’t expect the high survival rate of the wheat grown. Fishing and hunting in the mountains and forests have become very critical means of earning a living.
The harsh environment forces the children of the Viking tribe to become good in their limited childhood.
Even according to the custom of the tribe, a boy is regarded as a full year at the age of twelve. He should sit on a long boat and shake the oars like everyone else, and must be brave enough to participate in battle.
Otto felt that the "combat thinking" he had instilled in his son for several years could finally be put into practice.
He stroked the back of his son's head and said deeply: "I will find you some kids like you, and you will train together. Don't worry, you can't handle a sharp sword. You can practice with a wooden stick for a while. Remember! Don't cry!"
"I understand." Rurik nodded deeply. He didn't mean to refuse at all, and he was completely accepting.
Otto nodded in satisfaction, then called his nephew Arik over, and exhorted with blood: "Arik, I want you to train your brother well. Although you are still weak, I have given you all the fighting skills. Now, it’s up to you to educate your brother on the basics of fighting."
"Yes, I will teach him to your satisfaction."
On the whole, Arik likes his brother very much.
However, the younger brother bears the name "Otto's Blessing". He always feels strange as a whole. For several years, Arik has always felt that he and his younger brother are a little uncomfortable getting along.
It seems that there are too many whimsical ideas in his little brother's head.
The only thing that makes Arik happy is that his younger brother never cries or makes trouble. His deep speech seems to be not a child.
Maybe your younger brother is a deep person by nature? Even so, he must have been a true warrior to be worthy of his birth name.
A piece of gravel near the sea, waves beating the coastline all the time.
A blond child in a cotton coat is standing here. He is just seven years old Ruriek.
Different from ordinary tribal children, Rurik's blonde hair was not slumped randomly. He found a twine and tied a small pony tail behind his head. He himself felt that the dressing up was even a little girly.
Yes, he wears cotton trousers all over his body. In fact, the so-called cotton trousers are made of linen cloth stuffed with wool and stitched together.
Men and women of the tribe, when the weather turns cooler, they put on comfortable cotton clothes, step on boots made of deerskin or bear skin on their feet, and often wear leather hats.
All of Lurik’s clothes were made by his mother, Niya, who is indeed a good tailor.
Lurik is just a child. He holds a small round shield in his left hand, and the **** it firmly binds his left arm.
He holds a sword-shaped wooden stick in his right hand. Although the stick is not sharp at all, it is conceivable to hit with this thing, but the force of destruction is not small.
Lurik became a naive sword and shield player, and he faced another child who was the same age as him.
Compared to keeping oneself clean and tidy on purpose, the other party appears sloppy, or more wild and aggressive.
He knew that the child was a "playmate" found by his father.
The child was named Kanuf, the child of a trusted warrior under his father.
Although is a playmate, Rurik deeply understands that the next thing is not a joke! Because they both use wooden sticks, fighting is not so simple. UU reading www. uukahnshu.com
Even the onlookers have gathered more than ten people, and things have become very subtle.
Those spectators just want to see the "fighting" of the two children, and give a thorough comment on whether they can become qualified paddlers and warriors in the future.
"Oh? That is the son of Odin who is called?"
"Not Odin's son, just the leader's son."
"But the priests said that the child is unusual. I feel that it is indeed unusual."
"You can tell by just a glance? If that Ruriek is not a mortal, he should beat Haroldoson's son to the ground."
"Then wait and see..."
Lurik heard these onlookers talking, some were questioning themselves, and some were full of expectations.
Undoubtedly, the parents who are onlookers are absolutely full of expectations.
Now Rurik's mind is very confused, he especially remembers the so-called "battle essentials" that his brother Arik taught him not long ago.
What is the point of ? It can be condensed into one sentence: "Raise your weapon and smash it at the enemy. As long as the strength is strong enough, all problems will be solved."
That is simply a reckless tactic! But Rurik clearly realized that the Vikings knew tactics and faced real battles. They were more organized than the Western Europeans who were scattered in time and space. For this point, dealing with unorganized and undisciplined groups of peasants who are temporarily pulled up by the lord and armed with various weapons is naturally very easy to win.
But if you think about it carefully, Arik’s words are not unreasonable.
You Dao is one force to win ten skills, powerfully swinging the battle axe, hitting the enemy will die.
However, don’t expect much strength from your thin arms.
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Lurik is finally seven years old, at least seven years old in the fall.
It was 828 AD. The Danes stepped up their plunder of Britain and gained a lot in the process.
And the other tribes around the sea area, especially the many thinking demihumans.
They either competed with the Danes on land for pastures for grazing, or they stepped up trade with the Baltic people on the south coast of the sea, especially the various tribes of Lithuania.
In the past few years, the Ross tribe has mastered the secret of deepening the inland waterways of Eastern Europe. They sailed the mighty Sorgon twice a year, and their wealth was constantly accumulating.
Gradually, the relationship between the Ross tribe and its thinking demi brothers became more and more subtle.
If they are shocked, they may become a group of mavericks.
Time goes by little by little, and the whole of Europe is also slowly developing.
Lurik is seven years old. He is not short at seven years old, but he looks a little thin.
Boys of this age generally look like this from any ethnic group. They are naughty and energetic, but they are all skinny like monkeys.
Compared with the strong Otto, Rurik is too thin.
Even so, before the Sorgon voyage this fall, Otto felt that the time had finally come.
It was another sunny morning. The wooden face Otto called Aiko to his side and said meaningfully: "Now, you should try to be a warrior."
"Now? Am I going to take part in the battle?!"
"No!" Otto patted his son's thin shoulder with satisfaction: "You are still too weak, your enemy can kill you with just one punch. Boy, you must start training now, you must become strong quickly ."
"So, I have to be strong?!"
"Yes! Only in this way can you inherit my position in the future so that others can identify with you. Did you know? They believe in strength, and Odin likes the brave and good at war best."
In a few years, Liu Li has understood one thing, that is also his destiny-to become a berserker.
Vikings active in the entire sea, especially the Danes, their main businesses are farmers and herders, but they are also good at exploring. There is no clear law to restrain them, so they found the treasure of the non-tribe. Naturally, they gathered the warriors of the tribe and rushed to looting.
Ran days of peace, they are ordinary farmers.
The climate in Jutland is milder. In northern Scandinavia, where the Ross tribe is located, the climate is cold, so don’t expect the high survival rate of the wheat grown. Fishing and hunting in the mountains and forests have become very critical means of earning a living.
The harsh environment forces the children of the Viking tribe to become good in their limited childhood.
Even according to the custom of the tribe, a boy is regarded as a full year at the age of twelve. He should sit on a long boat and shake the oars like everyone else, and must be brave enough to participate in battle.
Otto felt that the "combat thinking" he had instilled in his son for several years could finally be put into practice.
He stroked the back of his son's head and said deeply: "I will find you some kids like you, and you will train together. Don't worry, you can't handle a sharp sword. You can practice with a wooden stick for a while. Remember! Don't cry!"
"I understand." Rurik nodded deeply. He didn't mean to refuse at all, and he was completely accepting.
Otto nodded in satisfaction, then called his nephew Arik over, and exhorted with blood: "Arik, I want you to train your brother well. Although you are still weak, I have given you all the fighting skills. Now, it’s up to you to educate your brother on the basics of fighting."
"Yes, I will teach him to your satisfaction."
On the whole, Arik likes his brother very much.
However, the younger brother bears the name "Otto's Blessing". He always feels strange as a whole. For several years, Arik has always felt that he and his younger brother are a little uncomfortable getting along.
It seems that there are too many whimsical ideas in his little brother's head.
The only thing that makes Arik happy is that his younger brother never cries or makes trouble. His deep speech seems to be not a child.
Maybe your younger brother is a deep person by nature? Even so, he must have been a true warrior to be worthy of his birth name.
A piece of gravel near the sea, waves beating the coastline all the time.
A blond child in a cotton coat is standing here. He is just seven years old Ruriek.
Different from ordinary tribal children, Rurik's blonde hair was not slumped randomly. He found a twine and tied a small pony tail behind his head. He himself felt that the dressing up was even a little girly.
Yes, he wears cotton trousers all over his body. In fact, the so-called cotton trousers are made of linen cloth stuffed with wool and stitched together.
Men and women of the tribe, when the weather turns cooler, they put on comfortable cotton clothes, step on boots made of deerskin or bear skin on their feet, and often wear leather hats.
All of Lurik’s clothes were made by his mother, Niya, who is indeed a good tailor.
Lurik is just a child. He holds a small round shield in his left hand, and the **** it firmly binds his left arm.
He holds a sword-shaped wooden stick in his right hand. Although the stick is not sharp at all, it is conceivable to hit with this thing, but the force of destruction is not small.
Lurik became a naive sword and shield player, and he faced another child who was the same age as him.
Compared to keeping oneself clean and tidy on purpose, the other party appears sloppy, or more wild and aggressive.
He knew that the child was a "playmate" found by his father.
The child was named Kanuf, the child of a trusted warrior under his father.
Although is a playmate, Rurik deeply understands that the next thing is not a joke! Because they both use wooden sticks, fighting is not so simple. UU reading www. uukahnshu.com
Even the onlookers have gathered more than ten people, and things have become very subtle.
Those spectators just want to see the "fighting" of the two children, and give a thorough comment on whether they can become qualified paddlers and warriors in the future.
"Oh? That is the son of Odin who is called?"
"Not Odin's son, just the leader's son."
"But the priests said that the child is unusual. I feel that it is indeed unusual."
"You can tell by just a glance? If that Ruriek is not a mortal, he should beat Haroldoson's son to the ground."
"Then wait and see..."
Lurik heard these onlookers talking, some were questioning themselves, and some were full of expectations.
Undoubtedly, the parents who are onlookers are absolutely full of expectations.
Now Rurik's mind is very confused, he especially remembers the so-called "battle essentials" that his brother Arik taught him not long ago.
What is the point of ? It can be condensed into one sentence: "Raise your weapon and smash it at the enemy. As long as the strength is strong enough, all problems will be solved."
That is simply a reckless tactic! But Rurik clearly realized that the Vikings knew tactics and faced real battles. They were more organized than the Western Europeans who were scattered in time and space. For this point, dealing with unorganized and undisciplined groups of peasants who are temporarily pulled up by the lord and armed with various weapons is naturally very easy to win.
But if you think about it carefully, Arik’s words are not unreasonable.
You Dao is one force to win ten skills, powerfully swinging the battle axe, hitting the enemy will die.
However, don’t expect much strength from your thin arms.
Lurik is finally seven years old, at least seven years old in the fall. It was 828 AD. The Danes stepped up their plunder of Britain and gained a lot in the process. And the other tribes around the sea area, especially the many thinking demihumans. They either competed with the Danes on land for pastures for grazing, or they stepped up trade with the Baltic people on the south coast of the sea, especially the various tribes of Lithuania. In the past few years, the Ross tribe has mastered the secret of deepening the inland waterways of Eastern Europe. They sailed the mighty Sorgon twice a year, and their wealth was constantly accumulating. Gradually, the relationship between the Ross tribe and its thinking demi brothers became more and more subtle. If they are shocked, they may become a group of mavericks. Time goes by little by little, and the whole of Europe is also slowly developing.Lurik is seven years old. He is not short at seven years old, but he looks a little thin. Boys of this age generally look like this from any ethnic group. They are naughty and energetic, but they are all skinny like monkeys. Compared with the strong Otto, Rurik is too thin. Even so, before the Sorgon voyage this fall, Otto felt that the time had finally come. It was another sunny morning. The wooden face Otto called Aiko to his side and said meaningfully: "Now, you should try to be a warrior." "Now? Am I going to take part in the battle?!""No!" Otto patted his son's thin shoulder with satisfaction: "You are still too weak, your enemy can kill you with just one punch. Boy, you must start training now, you must become strong quickly ." "So, I have to be strong?!" "Yes! Only in this way can you inherit my position in the future so that others can identify with you. Did you know? They believe in strength, and Odin likes the brave and good at war best."In a few years, Liu Li has understood one thing, that is also his destiny-to become a berserker. Vikings active in the entire sea, especially the Danes, their main businesses are farmers and herders, but they are also good at exploring. There is no clear law to restrain them, so they found the treasure of the non-tribe. Naturally, they gathered the warriors of the tribe and rushed to looting.Ran days of peace, they are ordinary farmers. The climate in Jutland is milder. In northern Scandinavia, where the Ross tribe is located, the climate is cold, so don't expect the high survival rate of the wheat grown. Fishing and hunting in the mountains and forests have become very critical means of earning a living. The harsh environment forces the children of the Viking tribe to become good in their limited childhood. Even according to the custom of the tribe, a boy is regarded as a full year at the age of twelve. He should sit on a long boat and shake the oars like everyone else, and must be brave enough to participate in battle. Otto felt that the "combat thinking" he had instilled in his son for several years could finally be put into practice.He stroked the back of his son's head and said deeply: "I will find you some kids like you, and you will train together. Don't worry, you can't handle a sharp sword. You can practice with a wooden stick for a while. Remember! Don't cry!" "I understand." Rurik nodded deeply. He didn't mean to refuse at all, and he was completely accepting.Otto nodded in satisfaction, then called his nephew Arik over, and exhorted with blood: "Arik, I want you to train your brother well. Although you are still weak, I have given you all the fighting skills. Now, it's up to you to educate your brother on the basics of fighting." "Yes, I will teach him to your satisfaction." On the whole, Arik likes his brother very much. However, the younger brother bears the name "Otto's Blessing". He always feels strange as a whole. For several years, Arik has always felt that he and his younger brother are a little uncomfortable getting along. It seems that there are too many whimsical ideas in his little brother's head. The only thing that makes Arik happy is that his younger brother never cries or makes trouble. His deep speech seems to be not a child. Maybe your younger brother is a deep person by nature? Even so, he must have been a true warrior to be worthy of his birth name. A piece of gravel near the sea, waves beating the coastline all the time. A blond child in a cotton coat is standing here. He is just seven years old Ruriek.Different from ordinary tribal children, Rurik's blonde hair was not slumped randomly. He found a twine and tied a small pony tail behind his head. He himself felt that the dressing up was even a little girly. Yes, he wears cotton trousers all over his body. In fact, the so-called cotton trousers are made of linen cloth stuffed with wool and stitched together.Men and women of the tribe, when the weather turns cooler, they put on comfortable cotton clothes, step on boots made of deerskin or bear skin on their feet, and often wear leather hats.All of Lurik's clothes were made by his mother, Niya, who is indeed a good tailor.Lurik is just a child. He holds a small round shield in his left hand, and the **** it firmly binds his left arm. He holds a sword-shaped wooden stick in his right hand. Although the stick is not sharp at all, it is conceivable to hit with this thing, but the force of destruction is not small.Lurik became a naive sword and shield player, and he faced another child who was the same age as him. Compared to keeping oneself clean and tidy on purpose, the other party appears sloppy, or more wild and aggressive. He knew that the child was a "playmate" found by his father.The child was named Kanuf, the child of a trusted warrior under his father.Although is a playmate, Rurik deeply understands that the next thing is not a joke! Because they both use wooden sticks, fighting is not so simple. UU reading www. uukahnshu.com Even the onlookers have gathered more than ten people, and things have become very subtle. Those spectators just want to see the "fighting" of the two children, and give a thorough comment on whether they can become qualified paddlers and warriors in the future. "Oh? That is the son of Odin who is called?" "Not Odin's son, just the leader's son." "But the priests said that the child is unusual. I feel that it is indeed unusual." "You can tell by just a glance? If that Ruriek is not a mortal, he should beat Haroldoson's son to the ground." "Then wait and see..."Lurik heard these onlookers talking, some were questioning themselves, and some were full of expectations. Undoubtedly, the parents who are onlookers are absolutely full of expectations. Now Rurik's mind is very confused, he especially remembers the so-called "battle essentials" that his brother Arik taught him not long ago.What is the point of ? It can be condensed into one sentence: "Raise your weapon and smash it at the enemy. As long as the strength is strong enough, all problems will be solved." That is simply a reckless tactic! But Rurik clearly realized that the Vikings knew tactics and faced real battles. They were more organized than the Western Europeans who were scattered in time and space. For this point, dealing with unorganized and undisciplined groups of peasants who are temporarily pulled up by the lord and armed with various weapons is naturally very easy to win. But if you think about it carefully, Arik's words are not unreasonable.You Dao is one force to win ten skills, powerfully swinging the battle axe, hitting the enemy will die. However, don't expect much strength from your thin arms.
