Chapter 133: Use as a captive
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The fishermen who live scattered among the islands, they saw the terrible black smoke rising from the south early in the morning, as if all the woods there were on fire.
Soon, they met a group of women and children who had lost their souls. These people who fled the earliest immediately told all the fellow villagers they met about the horror they had encountered.
And the black smoke came from the burning Sikenburg, and the entire settlement fell completely. The fugitives verbally claimed that those who had not evacuated had all become ghosts of the attackers.
The fugitives insisted that it was the Mindya on the other side of the sea that launched the attack, because this is indeed worthy of belief. Many families in the north recruited private guards, and even all fishermen spontaneously united in order to fight back the raid by the people on the other side. They never expected that their fragile southern part would be attacked.
It wasn't him who attacked, considering the coldness of his lips and teeth, and the terrible description of the assailant by the fugitive. Is there really a thousand assailants? Oh! To defeat such a large army, we must rely on the power of Daobei.
During the day of the new day, panic began to spread to the north of the island. With the idea of Nov’s thinking that the men from Kemberg also appeared in the escaped crowd, the description of the attacker became even more terrifying.
One of the most influential and terrifying is the description of the attacker’s weapon. It was a special kind of sword, and the person holding it could easily cut some of it, and all the armors and shields lost their meaning.
In order to avoid being affected, the people on the island began to row to the north to flee.
The legend became more and more outrageous among the fleeing crowd, and soon the story became that the Mind Demi Alliance launched a war, and at least a thousand people landed and planned to bloodbath the entire island.
At such a time of crisis, the people of Gotland knew they could not sit still. Everyone retreats to the heavily defended north, organizes the army, and fights decisively against the landed enemy!
However, how could the Ruth who launched the raid expect the Gotlanders to have such a reaction?
The Ross people have been satisfied after this battle.
How can they not be satisfied?
Although the legendary "mountain made of gold" does not exist, now look at this statement from the great merchant Gould. Perhaps Gould means that there is a lot of wealth at the top of a small mountain. If understood in this way, the facts are what Gould said.
The young warriors saw a scene they had never seen in their entire lives. They had never seen so much money. Whenever they thought that everyone could get their own huge sum of money from the huge wealth, it was He laughed madly.
The Ross people retreated with their oars tactically amidst laughter and laughter. They are happy now, and this happiness also dissipated the soreness of the muscles and the tingling sensation of various small wounds.
The sails were all lowered at a special angle, and they began to use the weak south wind, together with the paddles, to set off in the direction of Kurland.
The Ross people experienced a rare battle, and the team needed at least one day to rest. Now it seems that the best place is the beach where they used to stay overnight.
Twenty ships were towing fifteen warships that also had dragon head decorations. Those were ships of the Sikkemberg people, and many warships actually belonged to the owner of the death castle.
As a victor, the Ross people knew that it was impossible to take away all the spoils. The Russ completely scuttled the poor-quality fishing boats, but the strong and large warships were kept, temporarily serving as transport ships for the prisoners and other trophies.
This large fleet has become larger and its overall combat effectiveness has actually been reduced. Any fisherman who sees forty warships with dragon heads and wide and large sails should walk around with interest.
The young man believed that the mighty army he was in was invincible in the world, because in the final battle, everyone had fought fiercely with the mercenaries formed by the Danes.
The results of it? The Danes are not as strong as their parents say.
The young people are calculating in their hearts that in the future, young forces will beat the Danes, and the Ross people will become the king of this sea! The Ross tribe should also become the leader of the thinking sub-tribe alliance, replacing the position of the Mellaren tribe.
They drifted to Courland, where the army should cultivate for a whole day, and the return journey would take about six days at the earliest. Eventually everyone would be able to return to their Roseburg and tell their relatives about their martial arts. And with the large amount of silver coins allocated, line up to the blacksmith shop to pay the arrears or sign a new order.
The steel sword in Arik’s hand proves its tactical value. All young people are imagining that when the winter comes again this year, they should throw away their old weapons. For all future wars, they should hold shiny ones. The steel sword beheads the powerful enemy.
They are eager to own their own steel swords, although everyone can have a huge sum of money, and ultimately get a steel sword, but also consider the efficiency of the blacksmith's work.
The steel sword will be acquired later, and now, many young people have set their sights on the poor prisoners.
Many people have been brewing some thoughts in their hearts. Because they are still unstable, their thoughts are suppressed.
The Ross people sang old ballads and rowed the boats, praising themselves for brand-new feats that can be told to future generations.
A brand new route to Gotland has been confirmed. As long as this route seems to be able to attack the fragile southern part of Gotland, it is necessary to stop in the Courland area.
In the worldview of the Russ, the vast land and sparsely populated area are the most common things. Settlements like Roseburg are already the limit of their concept of "city".
In fact, the current Novgorod is also the polymer of a group of Slav families. The core family controls the geographical advantage and established a large settlement on the Volkhov River, surrounded by a large number of small settlements. The population of the core area is also on the same level as the scale of Roseburg.
This is Novgorod, and the locals rely heavily on large lakes and rivers to irrigate their fields. They are not a strong whole, and they have no plans to build a city wall.
There are many Slav settlements around Lake Ilmen, and if you leave this area, the real black bear is the master and no one is inhabited.
The situation in the Courland region is more pristine. This peninsula deep into the ocean, the nearest large-scale human settlement is the port town of Riga. In addition, only a very small number of residents develop in Courland in the form of small settlements. Because of their land and climate, they can grow winter wheat, as well as rye and oats. The way of survival is determined. The local residents of Kurland are very willing to build settlements along the river, and they must use fresh water for irrigation.
After a long voyage with a large number of trophies, the Ross army finally saw the distant shore when the sky was dim.
"Now put the sails away, and we paddle on the beach." The flagship Harozov gave an order, and his boat played a very good lead, and other boats followed suit.
Because in the afternoon, the southerly wind had strengthened significantly, which made the speed of the Ross people's boat also increased to the point where paddling was meaningless.
Taking advantage of the rising tide, the boats approached the beach full of crystal gravel.
It was another pristine beach, and the warm south wind mixed with the smell of the sea, blowing the flowing blonde hair of all the people who landed in Ross.
The men got off the boat, and the prisoners who were **** with ropes were also unloaded.
They untied the ropes on the captive's feet, made it flow to the shore, and then gathered them together.
These captives kneeling on the beach were all women, and everyone's face was full of sadness and fatigue. The panic from the last night and the hunger that filled the whole day made everyone lose the strength to fight.
If the captive is strong enough, he will try to escape.
The Roths wanted to use the "starvation tactics" to drag down the captives to reflect the majesty of the victor and to successfully tame them.
The Ross people's big axe began to chop and smash the oak and pine trees on the shore, and a large number of branches were carried to the beach. Soon, the traditional velvet wood drilling technique ignited a bonfire, and soon, the number of fires on the beach increased to ten.
A batch of special iron plates were picked up from the warship, along with stone mortars and pottery pots that were obviously used for cooking.
Ten bags of seized dried wheat kernels and one bag of dried peas were also carried to the beach.
Since a batch of high-quality food was obtained after the battle, they should be distributed equally. People who have eaten dried fish meat have no objection to eating wheat immediately, so it is logical to bake some traditional wheat cakes.
In this matter, Haroldoson, as the war leader of this operation, has tremendous autonomy.
The weight of each bag of dry wheat kernels is not small, and it is too much to serve all the people in Ross.
The wheat and cooking utensils are transported to the beach. Who will cook?
Harrodsson approached the frightened captives and yelled: "I want some cooks to cook for us, and if you are willing, you can climb out for me! As long as you are willing to cooperate, you and your children can get food. Otherwise, Just starve to death."
For a while, no one responded, only a few people whispered and drowned in the sea breeze.
"Why? Not going to cooperate?" Harozov's tone became tougher. In order to reflect his majesty, he deliberately pulled out the axe from his waist and waved it to show his fright.
This behavior was terrible. Many of the captured women simply screamed, as if the man with an axe in front of them was the next step to slash, just like what they did when they attacked the previous night.
Kharosov did not hesitate anymore, everyone is still waiting for dinner!
Taking advantage of the soft light of the setting sun, he quickly found out the two wives and concubines of Oxon, the lord of the death castle, pointed at them with an axe, and ordered the two men: "You take those two women together with their children Pull all over."
Soon, the two women continued to hold their children, curled up into a section, looking up at these terrible people, with tears on their faces.
"Mom, I'm so hungry..." A child mumbled instinctively out of hunger.
The woman hurriedly pressed her child's head to shut her up, so as not to anger the barbarians.
Harrodsson heard the child's grumble. "Oh? Woman, you don't think about yourself, but also for your children. You may be hungry for this meal. Tomorrow morning, your children will become stiff corpses."
Kharosov said this deliberately, intending to tell women how terrible hunger is. However, in women's understanding, the price of non-cooperation is that their children are killed by these barbarians.
"Let me ask you one last sentence, do you want to cook for us?!"
The two women looked at each other and nodded slightly.
"Very good. You two stand up for me."
Seeing these two young women slowly standing up with a pitiful look, Harozov's aging heart sprouted again, and an impulse to protect them could not help coming to his heart! Even if they are all prisoners!
He continued to order: "Go to me immediately and stretch out your hand."
The woman did it wisely, and then, Harozov drew out the small dagger that cut meat as a tableware, cut the hemp rope of their wrists, and completely loosened it.
"Very well, woman. You choose to cook for us, and I will reward you with the freedom to exercise your hands and feet. Now cook and be a slave with peace of mind. Don't think about resisting, otherwise you will die miserably. You just have to do it. Well, we can get a lot in the future, now follow our people!"
The two women and their children were taken away. They waited for their job, which was to mash the wheat kernels into powder with a stone mortar, pour in water and sprinkle with salt, and press them into cakes and place them on a hot iron plate to cook them.
These things should have been done by the Rus. Since the war leader decided to let the captives cook, why should he do it himself?
Just wait quietly for the big meal to be delivered to your lips.
Others saw that the pirates did not engage in barbarism anymore, it seemed that they were simply making themselves to cook. Many captives expressed their willingness to cooperate due to their hunger.
There are ten bonfires, and there are four captured women serving as cooks in each place, cooking the whole sacks of food.
Among all the delicacies, the Ross people like granola and bread because it is rich in starch, so you can quickly restore your energy as long as you eat a small piece.
It is just that the four captives used stone mortars to make coarse flour, and it will take some time to wait until the wheat cakes are enough for 30 people.
The Ross people still began to eat their own dried fish and old wheat cakes that had been left for more than ten days and dried like stones. The only thing they can eat quickly is the porridge of wheat kernels and peas cooked in a pottery urn.
Under the trend of hunger, the roasting Ross people immediately chewed the freshly cooked wheat kernels into their stomachs. The fullness of the belly quickly dispelled the hunger.
Then they gathered in twos and threes, talking to the captives who were still making flour.
The fish stuffed between Arik's teeth, he found the twigs and kept twitching~www.novelhall.com~ His eyes couldn't help but glance at the two women cooking, and their two daughters who were working together to stir the oatmeal.
Judging from the action of pounding flour, they are obviously rich in experience, presumably the dead fat guy, usually accepts the service of these two women.
Arik did not pay more attention to the two women. His eyes glanced at Harozov who was sitting leisurely. It was absolutely unexpected that the eyes of this old guy absolutely kept falling on the two women.
What's going on here?
"Uncle Harozov, what's the matter with you?" Arik deliberately teased, "Do you like these two women?!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was the two women who reacted most violently, enduring hunger, and loosening their hands with a stone hammer to pound flour.
Harozov smiled and sighed bluntly: "They are really two beautiful women. That man is really blessed."
"Soon, do you want to enjoy it too?"
"Perhaps." Harozov shrugged. "It's really enjoyable to eat fresh granola while it's freshly baked and crispy."
"Oh? I thought you were going to make them yours, Uncle Harozov, your status is noble, you can."
"You..." Harozov turned his head and looked at Arik, "Child, you have indeed grown up a lot. Your identity is also noble, and you have killed their former master. You are qualified to be their new master."
"Forget it." Arik smiled reluctantly, and said: "Look at them, they can't be said to be very old, at least they are definitely older than me. I still like my Peravina, I hope she Can give birth to a son for me."
"Hahaha! You young man, it's really interesting to talk." After that, Harozov shook his head and stopped talking, continuing to sit still and wait for the fresh granola.
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The fishermen who live scattered among the islands, they saw the terrible black smoke rising from the south early in the morning, as if all the woods there were on fire.
Soon, they met a group of women and children who had lost their souls. These people who fled the earliest immediately told all the fellow villagers they met about the horror they had encountered.
And the black smoke came from the burning Sikenburg, and the entire settlement fell completely. The fugitives verbally claimed that those who had not evacuated had all become ghosts of the attackers.
The fugitives insisted that it was the Mindya on the other side of the sea that launched the attack, because this is indeed worthy of belief. Many families in the north recruited private guards, and even all fishermen spontaneously united in order to fight back the raid by the people on the other side. They never expected that their fragile southern part would be attacked.
It wasn't him who attacked, considering the coldness of his lips and teeth, and the terrible description of the assailant by the fugitive. Is there really a thousand assailants? Oh! To defeat such a large army, we must rely on the power of Daobei.
During the day of the new day, panic began to spread to the north of the island. With the idea of Nov’s thinking that the men from Kemberg also appeared in the escaped crowd, the description of the attacker became even more terrifying.
One of the most influential and terrifying is the description of the attacker’s weapon. It was a special kind of sword, and the person holding it could easily cut some of it, and all the armors and shields lost their meaning.
In order to avoid being affected, the people on the island began to row to the north to flee.
The legend became more and more outrageous among the fleeing crowd, and soon the story became that the Mind Demi Alliance launched a war, and at least a thousand people landed and planned to bloodbath the entire island.
At such a time of crisis, the people of Gotland knew they could not sit still. Everyone retreats to the heavily defended north, organizes the army, and fights decisively against the landed enemy!
However, how could the Ruth who launched the raid expect the Gotlanders to have such a reaction?
The Ross people have been satisfied after this battle.
How can they not be satisfied?
Although the legendary "mountain made of gold" does not exist, now look at this statement from the great merchant Gould. Perhaps Gould means that there is a lot of wealth at the top of a small mountain. If understood in this way, the facts are what Gould said.
The young warriors saw a scene they had never seen in their entire lives. They had never seen so much money. Whenever they thought that everyone could get their own huge sum of money from the huge wealth, it was He laughed madly.
The Ross people retreated with their oars tactically amidst laughter and laughter. They are happy now, and this happiness also dissipated the soreness of the muscles and the tingling sensation of various small wounds.
The sails were all lowered at a special angle, and they began to use the weak south wind, together with the paddles, to set off in the direction of Kurland.
The Ross people experienced a rare battle, and the team needed at least one day to rest. Now it seems that the best place is the beach where they used to stay overnight.
Twenty ships were towing fifteen warships that also had dragon head decorations. Those were ships of the Sikkemberg people, and many warships actually belonged to the owner of the death castle.
As a victor, the Ross people knew that it was impossible to take away all the spoils. The Russ completely scuttled the poor-quality fishing boats, but the strong and large warships were kept, temporarily serving as transport ships for the prisoners and other trophies.
This large fleet has become larger and its overall combat effectiveness has actually been reduced. Any fisherman who sees forty warships with dragon heads and wide and large sails should walk around with interest.
The young man believed that the mighty army he was in was invincible in the world, because in the final battle, everyone had fought fiercely with the mercenaries formed by the Danes.
The results of it? The Danes are not as strong as their parents say.
The young people are calculating in their hearts that in the future, young forces will beat the Danes, and the Ross people will become the king of this sea! The Ross tribe should also become the leader of the thinking sub-tribe alliance, replacing the position of the Mellaren tribe.
They drifted to Courland, where the army should cultivate for a whole day, and the return journey would take about six days at the earliest. Eventually everyone would be able to return to their Roseburg and tell their relatives about their martial arts. And with the large amount of silver coins allocated, line up to the blacksmith shop to pay the arrears or sign a new order.
The steel sword in Arik’s hand proves its tactical value. All young people are imagining that when the winter comes again this year, they should throw away their old weapons. For all future wars, they should hold shiny ones. The steel sword beheads the powerful enemy.
They are eager to own their own steel swords, although everyone can have a huge sum of money, and ultimately get a steel sword, but also consider the efficiency of the blacksmith's work.
The steel sword will be acquired later, and now, many young people have set their sights on the poor prisoners.
Many people have been brewing some thoughts in their hearts. Because they are still unstable, their thoughts are suppressed.
The Ross people sang old ballads and rowed the boats, praising themselves for brand-new feats that can be told to future generations.
A brand new route to Gotland has been confirmed. As long as this route seems to be able to attack the fragile southern part of Gotland, it is necessary to stop in the Courland area.
In the worldview of the Russ, the vast land and sparsely populated area are the most common things. Settlements like Roseburg are already the limit of their concept of "city".
In fact, the current Novgorod is also the polymer of a group of Slav families. The core family controls the geographical advantage and established a large settlement on the Volkhov River, surrounded by a large number of small settlements. The population of the core area is also on the same level as the scale of Roseburg.
This is Novgorod, and the locals rely heavily on large lakes and rivers to irrigate their fields. They are not a strong whole, and they have no plans to build a city wall.
There are many Slav settlements around Lake Ilmen, and if you leave this area, the real black bear is the master and no one is inhabited.
The situation in the Courland region is more pristine. This peninsula deep into the ocean, the nearest large-scale human settlement is the port town of Riga. In addition, only a very small number of residents develop in Courland in the form of small settlements. Because of their land and climate, they can grow winter wheat, as well as rye and oats. The way of survival is determined. The local residents of Kurland are very willing to build settlements along the river, and they must use fresh water for irrigation.
After a long voyage with a large number of trophies, the Ross army finally saw the distant shore when the sky was dim.
"Now put the sails away, and we paddle on the beach." The flagship Harozov gave an order, and his boat played a very good lead, and other boats followed suit.
Because in the afternoon, the southerly wind had strengthened significantly, which made the speed of the Ross people's boat also increased to the point where paddling was meaningless.
Taking advantage of the rising tide, the boats approached the beach full of crystal gravel.
It was another pristine beach, and the warm south wind mixed with the smell of the sea, blowing the flowing blonde hair of all the people who landed in Ross.
The men got off the boat, and the prisoners who were **** with ropes were also unloaded.
They untied the ropes on the captive's feet, made it flow to the shore, and then gathered them together.
These captives kneeling on the beach were all women, and everyone's face was full of sadness and fatigue. The panic from the last night and the hunger that filled the whole day made everyone lose the strength to fight.
If the captive is strong enough, he will try to escape.
The Roths wanted to use the "starvation tactics" to drag down the captives to reflect the majesty of the victor and to successfully tame them.
The Ross people's big axe began to chop and smash the oak and pine trees on the shore, and a large number of branches were carried to the beach. Soon, the traditional velvet wood drilling technique ignited a bonfire, and soon, the number of fires on the beach increased to ten.
A batch of special iron plates were picked up from the warship, along with stone mortars and pottery pots that were obviously used for cooking.
Ten bags of seized dried wheat kernels and one bag of dried peas were also carried to the beach.
Since a batch of high-quality food was obtained after the battle, they should be distributed equally. People who have eaten dried fish meat have no objection to eating wheat immediately, so it is logical to bake some traditional wheat cakes.
In this matter, Haroldoson, as the war leader of this operation, has tremendous autonomy.
The weight of each bag of dry wheat kernels is not small, and it is too much to serve all the people in Ross.
The wheat and cooking utensils are transported to the beach. Who will cook?
Harrodsson approached the frightened captives and yelled: "I want some cooks to cook for us, and if you are willing, you can climb out for me! As long as you are willing to cooperate, you and your children can get food. Otherwise, Just starve to death."
For a while, no one responded, only a few people whispered and drowned in the sea breeze.
"Why? Not going to cooperate?" Harozov's tone became tougher. In order to reflect his majesty, he deliberately pulled out the axe from his waist and waved it to show his fright.
This behavior was terrible. Many of the captured women simply screamed, as if the man with an axe in front of them was the next step to slash, just like what they did when they attacked the previous night.
Kharosov did not hesitate anymore, everyone is still waiting for dinner!
Taking advantage of the soft light of the setting sun, he quickly found out the two wives and concubines of Oxon, the lord of the death castle, pointed at them with an axe, and ordered the two men: "You take those two women together with their children Pull all over."
Soon, the two women continued to hold their children, curled up into a section, looking up at these terrible people, with tears on their faces.
"Mom, I'm so hungry..." A child mumbled instinctively out of hunger.
The woman hurriedly pressed her child's head to shut her up, so as not to anger the barbarians.
Harrodsson heard the child's grumble. "Oh? Woman, you don't think about yourself, but also for your children. You may be hungry for this meal. Tomorrow morning, your children will become stiff corpses."
Kharosov said this deliberately, intending to tell women how terrible hunger is. However, in women's understanding, the price of non-cooperation is that their children are killed by these barbarians.
"Let me ask you one last sentence, do you want to cook for us?!"
The two women looked at each other and nodded slightly.
"Very good. You two stand up for me."
Seeing these two young women slowly standing up with a pitiful look, Harozov's aging heart sprouted again, and an impulse to protect them could not help coming to his heart! Even if they are all prisoners!
He continued to order: "Go to me immediately and stretch out your hand."
The woman did it wisely, and then, Harozov drew out the small dagger that cut meat as a tableware, cut the hemp rope of their wrists, and completely loosened it.
"Very well, woman. You choose to cook for us, and I will reward you with the freedom to exercise your hands and feet. Now cook and be a slave with peace of mind. Don't think about resisting, otherwise you will die miserably. You just have to do it. Well, we can get a lot in the future, now follow our people!"
The two women and their children were taken away. They waited for their job, which was to mash the wheat kernels into powder with a stone mortar, pour in water and sprinkle with salt, and press them into cakes and place them on a hot iron plate to cook them.
These things should have been done by the Rus. Since the war leader decided to let the captives cook, why should he do it himself?
Just wait quietly for the big meal to be delivered to your lips.
Others saw that the pirates did not engage in barbarism anymore, it seemed that they were simply making themselves to cook. Many captives expressed their willingness to cooperate due to their hunger.
There are ten bonfires, and there are four captured women serving as cooks in each place, cooking the whole sacks of food.
Among all the delicacies, the Ross people like granola and bread because it is rich in starch, so you can quickly restore your energy as long as you eat a small piece.
It is just that the four captives used stone mortars to make coarse flour, and it will take some time to wait until the wheat cakes are enough for 30 people.
The Ross people still began to eat their own dried fish and old wheat cakes that had been left for more than ten days and dried like stones. The only thing they can eat quickly is the porridge of wheat kernels and peas cooked in a pottery urn.
Under the trend of hunger, the roasting Ross people immediately chewed the freshly cooked wheat kernels into their stomachs. The fullness of the belly quickly dispelled the hunger.
Then they gathered in twos and threes, talking to the captives who were still making flour.
The fish stuffed between Arik's teeth, he found the twigs and kept twitching~www.novelhall.com~ His eyes couldn't help but glance at the two women cooking, and their two daughters who were working together to stir the oatmeal.
Judging from the action of pounding flour, they are obviously rich in experience, presumably the dead fat guy, usually accepts the service of these two women.
Arik did not pay more attention to the two women. His eyes glanced at Harozov who was sitting leisurely. It was absolutely unexpected that the eyes of this old guy absolutely kept falling on the two women.
What's going on here?
"Uncle Harozov, what's the matter with you?" Arik deliberately teased, "Do you like these two women?!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was the two women who reacted most violently, enduring hunger, and loosening their hands with a stone hammer to pound flour.
Harozov smiled and sighed bluntly: "They are really two beautiful women. That man is really blessed."
"Soon, do you want to enjoy it too?"
"Perhaps." Harozov shrugged. "It's really enjoyable to eat fresh granola while it's freshly baked and crispy."
"Oh? I thought you were going to make them yours, Uncle Harozov, your status is noble, you can."
"You..." Harozov turned his head and looked at Arik, "Child, you have indeed grown up a lot. Your identity is also noble, and you have killed their former master. You are qualified to be their new master."
"Forget it." Arik smiled reluctantly, and said: "Look at them, they can't be said to be very old, at least they are definitely older than me. I still like my Peravina, I hope she Can give birth to a son for me."
"Hahaha! You young man, it's really interesting to talk." After that, Harozov shook his head and stopped talking, continuing to sit still and wait for the fresh granola.
The fishermen who live scattered among the islands, they saw the terrible black smoke rising from the south early in the morning, as if all the woods there were on fire.Soon, they met a group of women and children who had lost their souls. These people who fled the earliest immediately told all the fellow villagers they met about the horror they had encountered.And the black smoke came from the burning Sikenburg, and the entire settlement fell completely. The fugitives verbally claimed that those who had not evacuated had all become ghosts of the attackers.The fugitives insisted that it was the Mindya on the other side of the sea that launched the attack, because this is indeed worthy of belief. Many families in the north recruited private guards, and even all fishermen spontaneously united in order to fight back the raid by the people on the other side. They never expected that their fragile southern part would be attacked.It wasn't him who attacked, considering the coldness of his lips and teeth, and the terrible description of the assailant by the fugitive. Is there really a thousand assailants? Oh! To defeat such a large army, we must rely on the power of Daobei.During the day of the new day, panic began to spread to the north of the island. With the idea of Nov's thinking that the men from Kemberg also appeared in the escaped crowd, the description of the attacker became even more terrifying.One of the most influential and terrifying is the description of the attacker's weapon. It was a special kind of sword, and the person holding it could easily cut some of it, and all the armors and shields lost their meaning.In order to avoid being affected, the people on the island began to row to the north to flee.The legend became more and more outrageous among the fleeing crowd, and soon the story became that the Mind Demi Alliance launched a war, and at least a thousand people landed and planned to bloodbath the entire island.At such a time of crisis, the people of Gotland knew they could not sit still. Everyone retreats to the heavily defended north, organizes the army, and fights decisively against the landed enemy!However, how could the Ruth who launched the raid expect the Gotlanders to have such a reaction?The Ross people have been satisfied after this battle.How can they not be satisfied?Although the legendary "mountain made of gold" does not exist, now look at this statement from the great merchant Gould. Perhaps Gould means that there is a lot of wealth at the top of a small mountain. If understood in this way, the facts are what Gould said.The young warriors saw a scene they had never seen in their entire lives. They had never seen so much money. Whenever they thought that everyone could get their own huge sum of money from the huge wealth, it was He laughed madly.The Ross people retreated with their oars tactically amidst laughter and laughter. They are happy now, and this happiness also dissipated the soreness of the muscles and the tingling sensation of various small wounds.The sails were all lowered at a special angle, and they began to use the weak south wind, together with the paddles, to set off in the direction of Kurland.The Ross people experienced a rare battle, and the team needed at least one day to rest. Now it seems that the best place is the beach where they used to stay overnight.Twenty ships were towing fifteen warships that also had dragon head decorations. Those were ships of the Sikkemberg people, and many warships actually belonged to the owner of the death castle.As a victor, the Ross people knew that it was impossible to take away all the spoils. The Russ completely scuttled the poor-quality fishing boats, but the strong and large warships were kept, temporarily serving as transport ships for the prisoners and other trophies.This large fleet has become larger and its overall combat effectiveness has actually been reduced. Any fisherman who sees forty warships with dragon heads and wide and large sails should walk around with interest.The young man believed that the mighty army he was in was invincible in the world, because in the final battle, everyone had fought fiercely with the mercenaries formed by the Danes.The results of it? The Danes are not as strong as their parents say.The young people are calculating in their hearts that in the future, young forces will beat the Danes, and the Ross people will become the king of this sea! The Ross tribe should also become the leader of the thinking sub-tribe alliance, replacing the position of the Mellaren tribe.They drifted to Courland, where the army should cultivate for a whole day, and the return journey would take about six days at the earliest. Eventually everyone would be able to return to their Roseburg and tell their relatives about their martial arts. And with the large amount of silver coins allocated, line up to the blacksmith shop to pay the arrears or sign a new order.The steel sword in Arik's hand proves its tactical value. All young people are imagining that when the winter comes again this year, they should throw away their old weapons. For all future wars, they should hold shiny ones. The steel sword beheads the powerful enemy.They are eager to own their own steel swords, although everyone can have a huge sum of money, and ultimately get a steel sword, but also consider the efficiency of the blacksmith's work.The steel sword will be acquired later, and now, many young people have set their sights on the poor prisoners.Many people have been brewing some thoughts in their hearts. Because they are still unstable, their thoughts are suppressed.The Ross people sang old ballads and rowed the boats, praising themselves for brand-new feats that can be told to future generations.A brand new route to Gotland has been confirmed. As long as this route seems to be able to attack the fragile southern part of Gotland, it is necessary to stop in the Courland area.In the worldview of the Russ, the vast land and sparsely populated area are the most common things. Settlements like Roseburg are already the limit of their concept of "city".In fact, the current Novgorod is also the polymer of a group of Slav families. The core family controls the geographical advantage and established a large settlement on the Volkhov River, surrounded by a large number of small settlements. The population of the core area is also on the same level as the scale of Roseburg.This is Novgorod, and the locals rely heavily on large lakes and rivers to irrigate their fields. They are not a strong whole, and they have no plans to build a city wall.There are many Slav settlements around Lake Ilmen, and if you leave this area, the real black bear is the master and no one is inhabited.The situation in the Courland region is more pristine. This peninsula deep into the ocean, the nearest large-scale human settlement is the port town of Riga. In addition, only a very small number of residents develop in Courland in the form of small settlements. Because of their land and climate, they can grow winter wheat, as well as rye and oats. The way of survival is determined. The local residents of Kurland are very willing to build settlements along the river, and they must use fresh water for irrigation.After a long voyage with a large number of trophies, the Ross army finally saw the distant shore when the sky was dim."Now put the sails away, and we paddle on the beach." The flagship Harozov gave an order, and his boat played a very good lead, and other boats followed suit.Because in the afternoon, the southerly wind had strengthened significantly, which made the speed of the Ross people's boat also increased to the point where paddling was meaningless.Taking advantage of the rising tide, the boats approached the beach full of crystal gravel.It was another pristine beach, and the warm south wind mixed with the smell of the sea, blowing the flowing blonde hair of all the people who landed in Ross.The men got off the boat, and the prisoners who were **** with ropes were also unloaded.They untied the ropes on the captive's feet, made it flow to the shore, and then gathered them together.These captives kneeling on the beach were all women, and everyone's face was full of sadness and fatigue. The panic from the last night and the hunger that filled the whole day made everyone lose the strength to fight.If the captive is strong enough, he will try to escape.The Roths wanted to use the "starvation tactics" to drag down the captives to reflect the majesty of the victor and to successfully tame them.The Ross people's big axe began to chop and smash the oak and pine trees on the shore, and a large number of branches were carried to the beach. Soon, the traditional velvet wood drilling technique ignited a bonfire, and soon, the number of fires on the beach increased to ten.A batch of special iron plates were picked up from the warship, along with stone mortars and pottery pots that were obviously used for cooking.Ten bags of seized dried wheat kernels and one bag of dried peas were also carried to the beach.Since a batch of high-quality food was obtained after the battle, they should be distributed equally. People who have eaten dried fish meat have no objection to eating wheat immediately, so it is logical to bake some traditional wheat cakes.In this matter, Haroldoson, as the war leader of this operation, has tremendous autonomy.The weight of each bag of dry wheat kernels is not small, and it is too much to serve all the people in Ross.The wheat and cooking utensils are transported to the beach. Who will cook?Harrodsson approached the frightened captives and yelled: "I want some cooks to cook for us, and if you are willing, you can climb out for me! As long as you are willing to cooperate, you and your children can get food. Otherwise, Just starve to death."For a while, no one responded, only a few people whispered and drowned in the sea breeze."Why? Not going to cooperate?" Harozov's tone became tougher. In order to reflect his majesty, he deliberately pulled out the axe from his waist and waved it to show his fright.This behavior was terrible. Many of the captured women simply screamed, as if the man with an axe in front of them was the next step to slash, just like what they did when they attacked the previous night.Kharosov did not hesitate anymore, everyone is still waiting for dinner!Taking advantage of the soft light of the setting sun, he quickly found out the two wives and concubines of Oxon, the lord of the death castle, pointed at them with an axe, and ordered the two men: "You take those two women together with their children Pull all over."Soon, the two women continued to hold their children, curled up into a section, looking up at these terrible people, with tears on their faces."Mom, I'm so hungry..." A child mumbled instinctively out of hunger.The woman hurriedly pressed her child's head to shut her up, so as not to anger the barbarians.Harrodsson heard the child's grumble. "Oh? Woman, you don't think about yourself, but also for your children. You may be hungry for this meal. Tomorrow morning, your children will become stiff corpses."Kharosov said this deliberately, intending to tell women how terrible hunger is. However, in women's understanding, the price of non-cooperation is that their children are killed by these barbarians."Let me ask you one last sentence, do you want to cook for us?!"The two women looked at each other and nodded slightly."Very good. You two stand up for me."Seeing these two young women slowly standing up with a pitiful look, Harozov's aging heart sprouted again, and an impulse to protect them could not help coming to his heart! Even if they are all prisoners!He continued to order: "Go to me immediately and stretch out your hand."The woman did it wisely, and then, Harozov drew out the small dagger that cut meat as a tableware, cut the hemp rope of their wrists, and completely loosened it."Very well, woman. You choose to cook for us, and I will reward you with the freedom to exercise your hands and feet. Now cook and be a slave with peace of mind. Don't think about resisting, otherwise you will die miserably. You just have to do it. Well, we can get a lot in the future, now follow our people!"The two women and their children were taken away. They waited for their job, which was to mash the wheat kernels into powder with a stone mortar, pour in water and sprinkle with salt, and press them into cakes and place them on a hot iron plate to cook them.These things should have been done by the Rus. Since the war leader decided to let the captives cook, why should he do it himself?Just wait quietly for the big meal to be delivered to your lips.Others saw that the pirates did not engage in barbarism anymore, it seemed that they were simply making themselves to cook. Many captives expressed their willingness to cooperate due to their hunger.There are ten bonfires, and there are four captured women serving as cooks in each place, cooking the whole sacks of food.Among all the delicacies, the Ross people like granola and bread because it is rich in starch, so you can quickly restore your energy as long as you eat a small piece.It is just that the four captives used stone mortars to make coarse flour, and it will take some time to wait until the wheat cakes are enough for 30 people.The Ross people still began to eat their own dried fish and old wheat cakes that had been left for more than ten days and dried like stones. The only thing they can eat quickly is the porridge of wheat kernels and peas cooked in a pottery urn.Under the trend of hunger, the roasting Ross people immediately chewed the freshly cooked wheat kernels into their stomachs. The fullness of the belly quickly dispelled the hunger.Then they gathered in twos and threes, talking to the captives who were still making flour.The fish stuffed between Arik's teeth, he found the twigs and kept twitching~www.novelhall.com~ His eyes couldn't help but glance at the two women cooking, and their two daughters who were working together to stir the oatmeal.Judging from the action of pounding flour, they are obviously rich in experience, presumably the dead fat guy, usually accepts the service of these two women.Arik did not pay more attention to the two women. His eyes glanced at Harozov who was sitting leisurely. It was absolutely unexpected that the eyes of this old guy absolutely kept falling on the two women.What's going on here?"Uncle Harozov, what's the matter with you?" Arik deliberately teased, "Do you like these two women?!"As soon as this statement came out, it was the two women who reacted most violently, enduring hunger, and loosening their hands with a stone hammer to pound flour.Harozov smiled and sighed bluntly: "They are really two beautiful women. That man is really blessed.""Soon, do you want to enjoy it too?""Perhaps." Harozov shrugged. "It's really enjoyable to eat fresh granola while it's freshly baked and crispy.""Oh? I thought you were going to make them yours, Uncle Harozov, your status is noble, you can.""You..." Harozov turned his head and looked at Arik, "Child, you have indeed grown up a lot. Your identity is also noble, and you have killed their former master. You are qualified to be their new master.""Forget it." Arik smiled reluctantly, and said: "Look at them, they can't be said to be very old, at least they are definitely older than me. I still like my Peravina, I hope she Can give birth to a son for me.""Hahaha! You young man, it's really interesting to talk." After that, Harozov shook his head and stopped talking, continuing to sit still and wait for the fresh granola.
