Chapter 200: The rise of Ragnar and Oslo mercenaries
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Even if he can only lead two hundred people, Ragnar is full of confidence in the future war.
After all, this operation was his first battle as a military commander. His act of beheading the leader of the hostile tribe at the age of fifteen was nothing more than a brave one-on-one on the orders of his father. He felt that he could already leave his father's wing shelter, and use his sword and axe to make himself more famous and impress other allies.
He just wants to be the king of Denmark!
But when he arrived at Lobad Harbor, he was shocked to discover that among all the tribes that responded to the call, only his own tribe sent the most troops!
Suddenly, he thought of his father's teachings.
Sure enough, all the tribes intend to maintain their strength, and the troops they send are often filled with two ships!
For Hafgen, how could he not be angry with the clumsy tricks of his allies?
It was Sigurd, the ring of the "Stonewall" tribe, who sent his son and brought two hundred people. They are the most dispatched!
Hafgen summoned the commanders of his allied army, and he hosted a banquet to entertain them in his banquet hall.
Even though these guys were obviously not so enthusiastic about their war determination, he still held a sumptuous banquet to show his power and generosity.
There are eleven commanders in the allied armies. Among them are old men and young men.
The army under their control, at least 30 people! There is only one warship! It was so ridiculous that it was just for watching the show.
All the allied armies seem to have arrived. There are eleven tribal allied armies, and the combined strength is only 800.
Hafgen ordered the slaughter of a few fat lambs and roasted them for a feast.
He organized a group of beautiful women from the tribe to serve as temporary servants of allied commanders.
Just like that, a shepherdess was ordered to serve the young Ragnar. But for such a woman, Ragnar just wanted to end the banquet early, and then take his troops to participate in the great battle.
The smell of meat and wine overflowed in the banquet hall. All the military commanders, representing their tribes, toasted to their leader.
Ragnar also raised his glass aloft. However, unlike others, when those old guys were all glisteningly praised the ale and the beauty of the women, he was the only one who kept his serious face and eyes. It's full of fortitude.
The young man's eyes caught the attention of Hafgen, who was fascinated by the praise.
A group of people toasted and drank three cups. Then, they held their daggers, or showed their hands directly, tore up the greasy roast lamb, and talked about the future war.
In fact, most of the tribes did not intend to send shrewd and powerful ministries. They were some of the high-status old guys of the local tribes, as well as a small group of young people who had not made merits in other wars.
To put it bluntly, if this group of people fighting northward suffers a lot of losses, it is completely acceptable to the tribe they belong to.
But these commanders, after falling into the indescribable mass fanaticism at the banquet, did not think that they were almost like cannon fodder.
They have explained their strength to the leader, and even the tribal fighters are trustworthy.
Seeing that they were so excited, Hafgen couldn't say anything.
After all, by looking at the appearance of this group of people, you know that they are not very credible.
After all, Huff is fundamentally a fighter, but he knows what a fighter should have.
Among all the people sitting, there was only one young man who deeply attracted his attention.
"You!" Hafgen pointed his hand and looked at Ragnar, "What's your name."
Upon seeing this, Ragnar responded with a solemn expression: "I am Ragnar, the son of Sigurd of the Ring."
"Oh! You are! That's you..." Hafgen slapped his head, "It's you. You cut off that person's head. After a few years, you have grown into a hero."
Among those present at the meeting was the clan of the chief of the tribe whose head was chopped off by Ragnar, and the people were clamoring, but the commander of this tribe felt the pressure.
The praise of the leader evoked everyone's memory.
Hafgen simply stood up and raised his glass: "Ragna, you are very promising. Of all the Allied forces, you have brought the most people. To you!"
"Thank you, great lord." Ragnar also stood up and drank the ale in his glass.
Hafgen put down his wine glass, and continued his praise: "Okay. You are a true warrior. I understand your glorious record. Today, I also saw the strong muscles on your arms. Your Stonewall tribe is also a powerful existence. , It’s a pity that your number is a bit small."
Ragnar felt a slight offense.
In fact, his understanding of the lord Hafgen came from his father Sigurd, and his father was not satisfied with this Hafgen, which made Ragnar look down on this so-called lord from the very beginning.
Who should be the leader of Denmark? Who is the king of Denmark? it's me! Ragnar!
He suppressed his ambition in his heart, but the inadvertent look in his eyes really made Hafgen feel a little threatened.
Hafgen continued: "You are a fierce sea wolf. Unexpectedly, Sigurd sent a hero like you. I know that this action is a bit out of date. However, the northerners are provoking the whole of Denmark. We must retaliate against them. Ragnar, what do you think?"
"My opinion? Revenge? Of course revenge. I still want to get honor. I am willing to fight! I long to fight the bravest man. I want to cut off the head of the brave and refresh my record."
While speaking, Ragnar kept staring at Hafgen's eyes. So these words are actually a pun, and the implication implies Ragnar's ambition for the position of the leader.
The words didn't make it clear, but Hafgen was slightly frightened.
After all, since becoming the leader, the former challenger has disappeared.
Nowadays, a sturdy young man who is less than twenty years old is actually very proud to show his majestic prestige.
"Okay, I hope you can show your courage as always on the battlefield."
"Of course!" As he said, Ragnar slammed the dagger stuck in the roast lamb into the square table in front of him. "The Northern Alliance will suffer a terrible price!"
Hafgen couldn't help clapping his hands: "Well said. So, I decided that we will set off in the early morning three days later. In this operation, we have no ability to directly attack Mälarenburg, the core of the Northern Alliance. . But, in retaliation for their attack on Gotland, we have to destroy at least one of their settlements. They completely destroyed Sikkemberg, and we have to retaliate."
The leader's determination surprised the commanders a bit.
Someone can't help asking: "It must be destroyed? Maybe we can occupy it for a long time. We can capture the locals and all become our slaves."
Hafgen relentlessly denied this decision.
"When they kill the Silkenbergers indiscriminately, they should think that what they do will happen to themselves. We are going to take revenge, and you can do whatever you want to do."
To do whatever you want?
To be honest, there is no bloodthirsty man who has lost his soul among the sitting people. After all, capturing a group of prisoners as slaves and taking them back to their hometowns is to maximize the benefits. Killing people simply to vent their anger? This kind of thing is difficult to do.
But Hafgen, he must use violent means to further declare his authority to the entire alliance, and by the way, bring terror on the top of the northern alliance, and he hopes that this will make those in the north fear, and then will not continue to invade south.
Hafgen gave all his resolutions, and he claimed that he would personally lead a thousand elite warriors of his clan to participate in the battle. After the banquet, everyone just waited for the complete assembly of the Allied forces.
Because of Hafgen, he estimated from the beginning that his allies were afraid of going northward and would not necessarily send elite forces.
Then you can't expect allies to exert great efforts, and wars should not be made by their own tribes.
Hafgen thought about calling up some special people.
Those people are not allies, but they are better than allies.
Who are they? Norwegian!
Long before the banquet began, the three ships set off from the Lobad tribe port and headed straight to the northwest.
The target of these three ships is a place called "Sacred Meadow", which is Oslo, which is also the original meaning of her name.
Today Oslo is just a trading port. There is no clear tribe here, only a group of retail investors engaged in commerce and agriculture, spontaneously organized into a symbiotic group. They all have their own tribes, and now they have settled in Oslo, and they have not forgotten their roots.
There are more than 3,000 Norwegians living here, and more Norwegians live in a fjord facing the Atlantic Ocean at the western foot of the central mountain range of Scandinavia. It is the Norwegians in these fjords who have been rowing boats to the British Isles for nearly fifty years, searching for treasures, arresting Britons, Picts, and even Northumbrias, etc. Locals who can be caught.
The sacred grassland can cultivate spring wheat and oats, and even cabbage and other vegetables are completely fine.
Her climate is better than that of the Svealand Plain.
Oslo has become a commodity distribution center for the Norwegians. Fur, wood, grain, vegetables, gold and silver are transported from this port to Denmark, especially to the nearest and most powerful Lobad tribe.
In exchange, the Lobad tribe, which controls the strait, has long given Oslo merchant fishing boats preferential tolls.
If the residents of Oslo are a complete tribe, she must have long been summarized into the Danish tribal alliance system. The reality is that Oslo residents are actually a hodgepodge of Norwegians.
Hafgen’s messenger arrived and announced the Danes’ resolution to the Oslo people.
war? The war against the Mind Sub-Alliance?
In the beginning, the people of Oslo refused. The so-called business is the same as anyone else, as long as the money given by the other party is reasonable.
Because of the geographical barrier, the Norwegians and the Svealand people have not had a conflict. They have been bordered by the Central Mountains since ancient times, and they have had a good business relationship with each other.
However, the messenger relied on his own backing of the leader to give an absolute order to the Oslo people: "You must form an army, you must join our allies, otherwise, all Danes will see you as a threat. We will limit it. Your business, then lead your army to crusade."
If it is just a threat, Hafgen thinks that the effect must not be very good.
The messenger immediately issued another statement: "Anyone who decides to participate in the Allied forces will immediately receive five silver coins. You will be allowed to do anything in the war, you can plunder as much as you like, and you will get all the treasures. Own."
Five silver coins are a lot! It is really attractive to ordinary farmers.
The sowing season of the sacred grassland has long passed, and the whole summer is waiting for the local farmers. After all, they are farmers. After selling the surplus grain, they will live with their surplus grain.
Compared with the families in Oslo who are dedicated to trade, the pure farmers’ families have to work as fishermen during the slack time to fish. With their existing fishing tools, they can only make ends meet and cannot be an industry at all. And how can they compare to the powerful Danish fishermen?
The two sides are indeed a long-term trade relationship, but not an alliance. If the two fishing boats are too close, conflicts are inevitable.
After all, Oslo is not the core control area of the Norwegian alliance, and the Oslo people, who are destined to find it difficult to obtain the military protection of their alliance, are determined to accept the Danish summoning order.
It would be unrealistic to want merchants to become fighters. They are Frey who believe in the **** of wealth, and they always cherish their lives.
Many farmers feel that they have found a chance to get rich.
The Danes gave money, and all plundering during the war was their own. They gave such good conditions, then who is the enemy? Just fight!
In a short period of time, nearly 300 local farmers in Oslo determined to suspend the life of fishermen during the slack period. With their own weapons, they organized ten long boats without dragon head decorations and followed the Danish messenger to the south.
Speaking of the Lobad Port, which was nearing the expedition, the demand of the war immediately gave a huge order to be a subway smith and leathermaker.
The blacksmiths sold out the iron swords they had in stock. Even the blacksmiths of the entire tribe are working overtime to produce axe, which can be quickly produced as a weapon and tool integrated treasure.
As for the tanners, they sold all the leather armors they had in stock, and quickly cut the leather stocks to make improvised versions of the leather armors.
The so-called leather armor here is basically just one or more layers of leather.
The thick cowhide can block the attack of arrows to a large extent, although everyone estimates that the opponent is the same as himself, not very good at using bows and arrows. In fact, it is because the Nordic bow-making technology is still in its early stages, and high-pound bows cannot be made at present, so that this type of weapon is not considered a battlefield weapon. But the army needs it, because it can be set on fire by throwing arrows soaked in turpentine on linen cloth.
Even the rich and powerful Robard tribe, quite a few warriors do not have chain mail.
They just put on a cowhide, or two or three layers.
The so-called in battle, when the enemy's sword becomes blunt, only Hercules has the strength to pierce the stewed sword through the three layers of leather, and Hercules is rare anywhere.
The most threatening thing is the guy holding the battle axe. The heavy blow is the best riveted chain mail bodyguard, and the bone shattered and died in a single blow.
Hafgen did what he said, and he assembled a thousand people.
Facing the tribe's extraordinary prosperity due to the war, he felt that he had created this prosperity and was his own glory.
In the Robard tribe, Ragnar and his army bought all the supplies with their own money. However, Ragnar, who led the army for the first time in battle, quickly realized that he was a little rash.
Ragnar did not bring enough food, and his army also bought a lot of things from the Lobad tribe, for which they spent another sum of money.
This leads to some people being short of money, and some people having more money. The army is a whole, everyone has to eat, but the leader will not spend another copper coin to support everyone's meals.
Because he was close to his hometown, his father Sigurd also urgently sent a batch of grain, and Ragnar distributed the grain to his subordinates.
He estimated that this batch of food would definitely not support a long battle.
What to do then? Of course he went to the battlefield to grab the enemy! In this regard, Ragner thinks this approach is very desirable.
On the day before the departure, a group of people in rags arrived.
Oh, it's not that they are really sloppy, but that this group of people really just landed in linen and leather clothes, with their own shields, and one or more axes.
Soon Ragner learned of the identity of this group of people, it turned out to be a group of farmers from Oslo.
They are actually Danes’ mercenaries? Such a person can be considered a warrior? !
The young Ragnar didn't know what the leader thought~www.novelhall.com~ Such a group of shabbyly dressed and lacking protection guys should also be put into battle?
However, because of their arrival, the strength of the Union Army reached two thousand one hundred men.
And this is just an expedition army assembled in Jutland Peninsula.
Ragnar felt that even if it received a severe blow, the Gotlanders would send even 500 people! Perhaps the final strength of the Allied forces can reach 3,000.
Wow, with such a large army, why does Hafgen feel that it is undesirable to attack Mälarenburg in the Northern Alliance?
Attacking Mellarenburg, gaining huge wealth and reaping huge glory, Ragnar not only has the desire to become the king of Denmark, but he also saw the reality that a man can control three thousand soldiers and even more soldiers.
Leading an army of more than 10,000 people, through a big battle, conquering the entire Northern Alliance, and then conquering the Norwegians to become the King of the North Sea, what a great honor.
Ragnar, he fell asleep with a dream of glory. What awaits him and his army is the expedition that begins tomorrow, and a future full of wealth and glory.
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Even if he can only lead two hundred people, Ragnar is full of confidence in the future war.
After all, this operation was his first battle as a military commander. His act of beheading the leader of the hostile tribe at the age of fifteen was nothing more than a brave one-on-one on the orders of his father. He felt that he could already leave his father's wing shelter, and use his sword and axe to make himself more famous and impress other allies.
He just wants to be the king of Denmark!
But when he arrived at Lobad Harbor, he was shocked to discover that among all the tribes that responded to the call, only his own tribe sent the most troops!
Suddenly, he thought of his father's teachings.
Sure enough, all the tribes intend to maintain their strength, and the troops they send are often filled with two ships!
For Hafgen, how could he not be angry with the clumsy tricks of his allies?
It was Sigurd, the ring of the "Stonewall" tribe, who sent his son and brought two hundred people. They are the most dispatched!
Hafgen summoned the commanders of his allied army, and he hosted a banquet to entertain them in his banquet hall.
Even though these guys were obviously not so enthusiastic about their war determination, he still held a sumptuous banquet to show his power and generosity.
There are eleven commanders in the allied armies. Among them are old men and young men.
The army under their control, at least 30 people! There is only one warship! It was so ridiculous that it was just for watching the show.
All the allied armies seem to have arrived. There are eleven tribal allied armies, and the combined strength is only 800.
Hafgen ordered the slaughter of a few fat lambs and roasted them for a feast.
He organized a group of beautiful women from the tribe to serve as temporary servants of allied commanders.
Just like that, a shepherdess was ordered to serve the young Ragnar. But for such a woman, Ragnar just wanted to end the banquet early, and then take his troops to participate in the great battle.
The smell of meat and wine overflowed in the banquet hall. All the military commanders, representing their tribes, toasted to their leader.
Ragnar also raised his glass aloft. However, unlike others, when those old guys were all glisteningly praised the ale and the beauty of the women, he was the only one who kept his serious face and eyes. It's full of fortitude.
The young man's eyes caught the attention of Hafgen, who was fascinated by the praise.
A group of people toasted and drank three cups. Then, they held their daggers, or showed their hands directly, tore up the greasy roast lamb, and talked about the future war.
In fact, most of the tribes did not intend to send shrewd and powerful ministries. They were some of the high-status old guys of the local tribes, as well as a small group of young people who had not made merits in other wars.
To put it bluntly, if this group of people fighting northward suffers a lot of losses, it is completely acceptable to the tribe they belong to.
But these commanders, after falling into the indescribable mass fanaticism at the banquet, did not think that they were almost like cannon fodder.
They have explained their strength to the leader, and even the tribal fighters are trustworthy.
Seeing that they were so excited, Hafgen couldn't say anything.
After all, by looking at the appearance of this group of people, you know that they are not very credible.
After all, Huff is fundamentally a fighter, but he knows what a fighter should have.
Among all the people sitting, there was only one young man who deeply attracted his attention.
"You!" Hafgen pointed his hand and looked at Ragnar, "What's your name."
Upon seeing this, Ragnar responded with a solemn expression: "I am Ragnar, the son of Sigurd of the Ring."
"Oh! You are! That's you..." Hafgen slapped his head, "It's you. You cut off that person's head. After a few years, you have grown into a hero."
Among those present at the meeting was the clan of the chief of the tribe whose head was chopped off by Ragnar, and the people were clamoring, but the commander of this tribe felt the pressure.
The praise of the leader evoked everyone's memory.
Hafgen simply stood up and raised his glass: "Ragna, you are very promising. Of all the Allied forces, you have brought the most people. To you!"
"Thank you, great lord." Ragnar also stood up and drank the ale in his glass.
Hafgen put down his wine glass, and continued his praise: "Okay. You are a true warrior. I understand your glorious record. Today, I also saw the strong muscles on your arms. Your Stonewall tribe is also a powerful existence. , It’s a pity that your number is a bit small."
Ragnar felt a slight offense.
In fact, his understanding of the lord Hafgen came from his father Sigurd, and his father was not satisfied with this Hafgen, which made Ragnar look down on this so-called lord from the very beginning.
Who should be the leader of Denmark? Who is the king of Denmark? it's me! Ragnar!
He suppressed his ambition in his heart, but the inadvertent look in his eyes really made Hafgen feel a little threatened.
Hafgen continued: "You are a fierce sea wolf. Unexpectedly, Sigurd sent a hero like you. I know that this action is a bit out of date. However, the northerners are provoking the whole of Denmark. We must retaliate against them. Ragnar, what do you think?"
"My opinion? Revenge? Of course revenge. I still want to get honor. I am willing to fight! I long to fight the bravest man. I want to cut off the head of the brave and refresh my record."
While speaking, Ragnar kept staring at Hafgen's eyes. So these words are actually a pun, and the implication implies Ragnar's ambition for the position of the leader.
The words didn't make it clear, but Hafgen was slightly frightened.
After all, since becoming the leader, the former challenger has disappeared.
Nowadays, a sturdy young man who is less than twenty years old is actually very proud to show his majestic prestige.
"Okay, I hope you can show your courage as always on the battlefield."
"Of course!" As he said, Ragnar slammed the dagger stuck in the roast lamb into the square table in front of him. "The Northern Alliance will suffer a terrible price!"
Hafgen couldn't help clapping his hands: "Well said. So, I decided that we will set off in the early morning three days later. In this operation, we have no ability to directly attack Mälarenburg, the core of the Northern Alliance. . But, in retaliation for their attack on Gotland, we have to destroy at least one of their settlements. They completely destroyed Sikkemberg, and we have to retaliate."
The leader's determination surprised the commanders a bit.
Someone can't help asking: "It must be destroyed? Maybe we can occupy it for a long time. We can capture the locals and all become our slaves."
Hafgen relentlessly denied this decision.
"When they kill the Silkenbergers indiscriminately, they should think that what they do will happen to themselves. We are going to take revenge, and you can do whatever you want to do."
To do whatever you want?
To be honest, there is no bloodthirsty man who has lost his soul among the sitting people. After all, capturing a group of prisoners as slaves and taking them back to their hometowns is to maximize the benefits. Killing people simply to vent their anger? This kind of thing is difficult to do.
But Hafgen, he must use violent means to further declare his authority to the entire alliance, and by the way, bring terror on the top of the northern alliance, and he hopes that this will make those in the north fear, and then will not continue to invade south.
Hafgen gave all his resolutions, and he claimed that he would personally lead a thousand elite warriors of his clan to participate in the battle. After the banquet, everyone just waited for the complete assembly of the Allied forces.
Because of Hafgen, he estimated from the beginning that his allies were afraid of going northward and would not necessarily send elite forces.
Then you can't expect allies to exert great efforts, and wars should not be made by their own tribes.
Hafgen thought about calling up some special people.
Those people are not allies, but they are better than allies.
Who are they? Norwegian!
Long before the banquet began, the three ships set off from the Lobad tribe port and headed straight to the northwest.
The target of these three ships is a place called "Sacred Meadow", which is Oslo, which is also the original meaning of her name.
Today Oslo is just a trading port. There is no clear tribe here, only a group of retail investors engaged in commerce and agriculture, spontaneously organized into a symbiotic group. They all have their own tribes, and now they have settled in Oslo, and they have not forgotten their roots.
There are more than 3,000 Norwegians living here, and more Norwegians live in a fjord facing the Atlantic Ocean at the western foot of the central mountain range of Scandinavia. It is the Norwegians in these fjords who have been rowing boats to the British Isles for nearly fifty years, searching for treasures, arresting Britons, Picts, and even Northumbrias, etc. Locals who can be caught.
The sacred grassland can cultivate spring wheat and oats, and even cabbage and other vegetables are completely fine.
Her climate is better than that of the Svealand Plain.
Oslo has become a commodity distribution center for the Norwegians. Fur, wood, grain, vegetables, gold and silver are transported from this port to Denmark, especially to the nearest and most powerful Lobad tribe.
In exchange, the Lobad tribe, which controls the strait, has long given Oslo merchant fishing boats preferential tolls.
If the residents of Oslo are a complete tribe, she must have long been summarized into the Danish tribal alliance system. The reality is that Oslo residents are actually a hodgepodge of Norwegians.
Hafgen’s messenger arrived and announced the Danes’ resolution to the Oslo people.
war? The war against the Mind Sub-Alliance?
In the beginning, the people of Oslo refused. The so-called business is the same as anyone else, as long as the money given by the other party is reasonable.
Because of the geographical barrier, the Norwegians and the Svealand people have not had a conflict. They have been bordered by the Central Mountains since ancient times, and they have had a good business relationship with each other.
However, the messenger relied on his own backing of the leader to give an absolute order to the Oslo people: "You must form an army, you must join our allies, otherwise, all Danes will see you as a threat. We will limit it. Your business, then lead your army to crusade."
If it is just a threat, Hafgen thinks that the effect must not be very good.
The messenger immediately issued another statement: "Anyone who decides to participate in the Allied forces will immediately receive five silver coins. You will be allowed to do anything in the war, you can plunder as much as you like, and you will get all the treasures. Own."
Five silver coins are a lot! It is really attractive to ordinary farmers.
The sowing season of the sacred grassland has long passed, and the whole summer is waiting for the local farmers. After all, they are farmers. After selling the surplus grain, they will live with their surplus grain.
Compared with the families in Oslo who are dedicated to trade, the pure farmers’ families have to work as fishermen during the slack time to fish. With their existing fishing tools, they can only make ends meet and cannot be an industry at all. And how can they compare to the powerful Danish fishermen?
The two sides are indeed a long-term trade relationship, but not an alliance. If the two fishing boats are too close, conflicts are inevitable.
After all, Oslo is not the core control area of the Norwegian alliance, and the Oslo people, who are destined to find it difficult to obtain the military protection of their alliance, are determined to accept the Danish summoning order.
It would be unrealistic to want merchants to become fighters. They are Frey who believe in the **** of wealth, and they always cherish their lives.
Many farmers feel that they have found a chance to get rich.
The Danes gave money, and all plundering during the war was their own. They gave such good conditions, then who is the enemy? Just fight!
In a short period of time, nearly 300 local farmers in Oslo determined to suspend the life of fishermen during the slack period. With their own weapons, they organized ten long boats without dragon head decorations and followed the Danish messenger to the south.
Speaking of the Lobad Port, which was nearing the expedition, the demand of the war immediately gave a huge order to be a subway smith and leathermaker.
The blacksmiths sold out the iron swords they had in stock. Even the blacksmiths of the entire tribe are working overtime to produce axe, which can be quickly produced as a weapon and tool integrated treasure.
As for the tanners, they sold all the leather armors they had in stock, and quickly cut the leather stocks to make improvised versions of the leather armors.
The so-called leather armor here is basically just one or more layers of leather.
The thick cowhide can block the attack of arrows to a large extent, although everyone estimates that the opponent is the same as himself, not very good at using bows and arrows. In fact, it is because the Nordic bow-making technology is still in its early stages, and high-pound bows cannot be made at present, so that this type of weapon is not considered a battlefield weapon. But the army needs it, because it can be set on fire by throwing arrows soaked in turpentine on linen cloth.
Even the rich and powerful Robard tribe, quite a few warriors do not have chain mail.
They just put on a cowhide, or two or three layers.
The so-called in battle, when the enemy's sword becomes blunt, only Hercules has the strength to pierce the stewed sword through the three layers of leather, and Hercules is rare anywhere.
The most threatening thing is the guy holding the battle axe. The heavy blow is the best riveted chain mail bodyguard, and the bone shattered and died in a single blow.
Hafgen did what he said, and he assembled a thousand people.
Facing the tribe's extraordinary prosperity due to the war, he felt that he had created this prosperity and was his own glory.
In the Robard tribe, Ragnar and his army bought all the supplies with their own money. However, Ragnar, who led the army for the first time in battle, quickly realized that he was a little rash.
Ragnar did not bring enough food, and his army also bought a lot of things from the Lobad tribe, for which they spent another sum of money.
This leads to some people being short of money, and some people having more money. The army is a whole, everyone has to eat, but the leader will not spend another copper coin to support everyone's meals.
Because he was close to his hometown, his father Sigurd also urgently sent a batch of grain, and Ragnar distributed the grain to his subordinates.
He estimated that this batch of food would definitely not support a long battle.
What to do then? Of course he went to the battlefield to grab the enemy! In this regard, Ragner thinks this approach is very desirable.
On the day before the departure, a group of people in rags arrived.
Oh, it's not that they are really sloppy, but that this group of people really just landed in linen and leather clothes, with their own shields, and one or more axes.
Soon Ragner learned of the identity of this group of people, it turned out to be a group of farmers from Oslo.
They are actually Danes’ mercenaries? Such a person can be considered a warrior? !
The young Ragnar didn't know what the leader thought~www.novelhall.com~ Such a group of shabbyly dressed and lacking protection guys should also be put into battle?
However, because of their arrival, the strength of the Union Army reached two thousand one hundred men.
And this is just an expedition army assembled in Jutland Peninsula.
Ragnar felt that even if it received a severe blow, the Gotlanders would send even 500 people! Perhaps the final strength of the Allied forces can reach 3,000.
Wow, with such a large army, why does Hafgen feel that it is undesirable to attack Mälarenburg in the Northern Alliance?
Attacking Mellarenburg, gaining huge wealth and reaping huge glory, Ragnar not only has the desire to become the king of Denmark, but he also saw the reality that a man can control three thousand soldiers and even more soldiers.
Leading an army of more than 10,000 people, through a big battle, conquering the entire Northern Alliance, and then conquering the Norwegians to become the King of the North Sea, what a great honor.
Ragnar, he fell asleep with a dream of glory. What awaits him and his army is the expedition that begins tomorrow, and a future full of wealth and glory.
Even if he can only lead two hundred people, Ragnar is full of confidence in the future war.After all, this operation was his first battle as a military commander. His act of beheading the leader of the hostile tribe at the age of fifteen was nothing more than a brave one-on-one on the orders of his father. He felt that he could already leave his father's wing shelter, and use his sword and axe to make himself more famous and impress other allies.He just wants to be the king of Denmark!But when he arrived at Lobad Harbor, he was shocked to discover that among all the tribes that responded to the call, only his own tribe sent the most troops!Suddenly, he thought of his father's teachings.Sure enough, all the tribes intend to maintain their strength, and the troops they send are often filled with two ships!For Hafgen, how could he not be angry with the clumsy tricks of his allies?It was Sigurd, the ring of the "Stonewall" tribe, who sent his son and brought two hundred people. They are the most dispatched!Hafgen summoned the commanders of his allied army, and he hosted a banquet to entertain them in his banquet hall.Even though these guys were obviously not so enthusiastic about their war determination, he still held a sumptuous banquet to show his power and generosity.There are eleven commanders in the allied armies. Among them are old men and young men.The army under their control, at least 30 people! There is only one warship! It was so ridiculous that it was just for watching the show.All the allied armies seem to have arrived. There are eleven tribal allied armies, and the combined strength is only 800.Hafgen ordered the slaughter of a few fat lambs and roasted them for a feast.He organized a group of beautiful women from the tribe to serve as temporary servants of allied commanders.Just like that, a shepherdess was ordered to serve the young Ragnar. But for such a woman, Ragnar just wanted to end the banquet early, and then take his troops to participate in the great battle.The smell of meat and wine overflowed in the banquet hall. All the military commanders, representing their tribes, toasted to their leader.Ragnar also raised his glass aloft. However, unlike others, when those old guys were all glisteningly praised the ale and the beauty of the women, he was the only one who kept his serious face and eyes. It's full of fortitude.The young man's eyes caught the attention of Hafgen, who was fascinated by the praise.A group of people toasted and drank three cups. Then, they held their daggers, or showed their hands directly, tore up the greasy roast lamb, and talked about the future war.In fact, most of the tribes did not intend to send shrewd and powerful ministries. They were some of the high-status old guys of the local tribes, as well as a small group of young people who had not made merits in other wars.To put it bluntly, if this group of people fighting northward suffers a lot of losses, it is completely acceptable to the tribe they belong to.But these commanders, after falling into the indescribable mass fanaticism at the banquet, did not think that they were almost like cannon fodder.They have explained their strength to the leader, and even the tribal fighters are trustworthy.Seeing that they were so excited, Hafgen couldn't say anything.After all, by looking at the appearance of this group of people, you know that they are not very credible.After all, Huff is fundamentally a fighter, but he knows what a fighter should have.Among all the people sitting, there was only one young man who deeply attracted his attention."You!" Hafgen pointed his hand and looked at Ragnar, "What's your name."Upon seeing this, Ragnar responded with a solemn expression: "I am Ragnar, the son of Sigurd of the Ring.""Oh! You are! That's you..." Hafgen slapped his head, "It's you. You cut off that person's head. After a few years, you have grown into a hero."Among those present at the meeting was the clan of the chief of the tribe whose head was chopped off by Ragnar, and the people were clamoring, but the commander of this tribe felt the pressure.The praise of the leader evoked everyone's memory.Hafgen simply stood up and raised his glass: "Ragna, you are very promising. Of all the Allied forces, you have brought the most people. To you!""Thank you, great lord." Ragnar also stood up and drank the ale in his glass.Hafgen put down his wine glass, and continued his praise: "Okay. You are a true warrior. I understand your glorious record. Today, I also saw the strong muscles on your arms. Your Stonewall tribe is also a powerful existence. , It's a pity that your number is a bit small."Ragnar felt a slight offense.In fact, his understanding of the lord Hafgen came from his father Sigurd, and his father was not satisfied with this Hafgen, which made Ragnar look down on this so-called lord from the very beginning.Who should be the leader of Denmark? Who is the king of Denmark? it's me! Ragnar!He suppressed his ambition in his heart, but the inadvertent look in his eyes really made Hafgen feel a little threatened.Hafgen continued: "You are a fierce sea wolf. Unexpectedly, Sigurd sent a hero like you. I know that this action is a bit out of date. However, the northerners are provoking the whole of Denmark. We must retaliate against them. Ragnar, what do you think?""My opinion? Revenge? Of course revenge. I still want to get honor. I am willing to fight! I long to fight the bravest man. I want to cut off the head of the brave and refresh my record."While speaking, Ragnar kept staring at Hafgen's eyes. So these words are actually a pun, and the implication implies Ragnar's ambition for the position of the leader.The words didn't make it clear, but Hafgen was slightly frightened.After all, since becoming the leader, the former challenger has disappeared.Nowadays, a sturdy young man who is less than twenty years old is actually very proud to show his majestic prestige."Okay, I hope you can show your courage as always on the battlefield.""Of course!" As he said, Ragnar slammed the dagger stuck in the roast lamb into the square table in front of him. "The Northern Alliance will suffer a terrible price!"Hafgen couldn't help clapping his hands: "Well said. So, I decided that we will set off in the early morning three days later. In this operation, we have no ability to directly attack Mlarenburg, the core of the Northern Alliance. . But, in retaliation for their attack on Gotland, we have to destroy at least one of their settlements. They completely destroyed Sikkemberg, and we have to retaliate."The leader's determination surprised the commanders a bit.Someone can't help asking: "It must be destroyed? Maybe we can occupy it for a long time. We can capture the locals and all become our slaves."Hafgen relentlessly denied this decision."When they kill the Silkenbergers indiscriminately, they should think that what they do will happen to themselves. We are going to take revenge, and you can do whatever you want to do."To do whatever you want?To be honest, there is no bloodthirsty man who has lost his soul among the sitting people. After all, capturing a group of prisoners as slaves and taking them back to their hometowns is to maximize the benefits. Killing people simply to vent their anger? This kind of thing is difficult to do.But Hafgen, he must use violent means to further declare his authority to the entire alliance, and by the way, bring terror on the top of the northern alliance, and he hopes that this will make those in the north fear, and then will not continue to invade south.Hafgen gave all his resolutions, and he claimed that he would personally lead a thousand elite warriors of his clan to participate in the battle. After the banquet, everyone just waited for the complete assembly of the Allied forces.Because of Hafgen, he estimated from the beginning that his allies were afraid of going northward and would not necessarily send elite forces.Then you can't expect allies to exert great efforts, and wars should not be made by their own tribes.Hafgen thought about calling up some special people.Those people are not allies, but they are better than allies.Who are they? Norwegian!Long before the banquet began, the three ships set off from the Lobad tribe port and headed straight to the northwest.The target of these three ships is a place called "Sacred Meadow", which is Oslo, which is also the original meaning of her name.Today Oslo is just a trading port. There is no clear tribe here, only a group of retail investors engaged in commerce and agriculture, spontaneously organized into a symbiotic group. They all have their own tribes, and now they have settled in Oslo, and they have not forgotten their roots.There are more than 3,000 Norwegians living here, and more Norwegians live in a fjord facing the Atlantic Ocean at the western foot of the central mountain range of Scandinavia. It is the Norwegians in these fjords who have been rowing boats to the British Isles for nearly fifty years, searching for treasures, arresting Britons, Picts, and even Northumbrias, etc. Locals who can be caught.The sacred grassland can cultivate spring wheat and oats, and even cabbage and other vegetables are completely fine.Her climate is better than that of the Svealand Plain.Oslo has become a commodity distribution center for the Norwegians. Fur, wood, grain, vegetables, gold and silver are transported from this port to Denmark, especially to the nearest and most powerful Lobad tribe.In exchange, the Lobad tribe, which controls the strait, has long given Oslo merchant fishing boats preferential tolls.If the residents of Oslo are a complete tribe, she must have long been summarized into the Danish tribal alliance system. The reality is that Oslo residents are actually a hodgepodge of Norwegians.Hafgen's messenger arrived and announced the Danes' resolution to the Oslo people.war? The war against the Mind Sub-Alliance?In the beginning, the people of Oslo refused. The so-called business is the same as anyone else, as long as the money given by the other party is reasonable.Because of the geographical barrier, the Norwegians and the Svealand people have not had a conflict. They have been bordered by the Central Mountains since ancient times, and they have had a good business relationship with each other.However, the messenger relied on his own backing of the leader to give an absolute order to the Oslo people: "You must form an army, you must join our allies, otherwise, all Danes will see you as a threat. We will limit it. Your business, then lead your army to crusade."If it is just a threat, Hafgen thinks that the effect must not be very good.The messenger immediately issued another statement: "Anyone who decides to participate in the Allied forces will immediately receive five silver coins. You will be allowed to do anything in the war, you can plunder as much as you like, and you will get all the treasures. Own."Five silver coins are a lot! It is really attractive to ordinary farmers.The sowing season of the sacred grassland has long passed, and the whole summer is waiting for the local farmers. After all, they are farmers. After selling the surplus grain, they will live with their surplus grain.Compared with the families in Oslo who are dedicated to trade, the pure farmers' families have to work as fishermen during the slack time to fish. With their existing fishing tools, they can only make ends meet and cannot be an industry at all. And how can they compare to the powerful Danish fishermen?The two sides are indeed a long-term trade relationship, but not an alliance. If the two fishing boats are too close, conflicts are inevitable.After all, Oslo is not the core control area of the Norwegian alliance, and the Oslo people, who are destined to find it difficult to obtain the military protection of their alliance, are determined to accept the Danish summoning order.It would be unrealistic to want merchants to become fighters. They are Frey who believe in the **** of wealth, and they always cherish their lives.Many farmers feel that they have found a chance to get rich.The Danes gave money, and all plundering during the war was their own. They gave such good conditions, then who is the enemy? Just fight!In a short period of time, nearly 300 local farmers in Oslo determined to suspend the life of fishermen during the slack period. With their own weapons, they organized ten long boats without dragon head decorations and followed the Danish messenger to the south.Speaking of the Lobad Port, which was nearing the expedition, the demand of the war immediately gave a huge order to be a subway smith and leathermaker.The blacksmiths sold out the iron swords they had in stock. Even the blacksmiths of the entire tribe are working overtime to produce axe, which can be quickly produced as a weapon and tool integrated treasure.As for the tanners, they sold all the leather armors they had in stock, and quickly cut the leather stocks to make improvised versions of the leather armors.The so-called leather armor here is basically just one or more layers of leather.The thick cowhide can block the attack of arrows to a large extent, although everyone estimates that the opponent is the same as himself, not very good at using bows and arrows. In fact, it is because the Nordic bow-making technology is still in its early stages, and high-pound bows cannot be made at present, so that this type of weapon is not considered a battlefield weapon. But the army needs it, because it can be set on fire by throwing arrows soaked in turpentine on linen cloth.Even the rich and powerful Robard tribe, quite a few warriors do not have chain mail.They just put on a cowhide, or two or three layers.The so-called in battle, when the enemy's sword becomes blunt, only Hercules has the strength to pierce the stewed sword through the three layers of leather, and Hercules is rare anywhere.The most threatening thing is the guy holding the battle axe. The heavy blow is the best riveted chain mail bodyguard, and the bone shattered and died in a single blow.Hafgen did what he said, and he assembled a thousand people.Facing the tribe's extraordinary prosperity due to the war, he felt that he had created this prosperity and was his own glory.In the Robard tribe, Ragnar and his army bought all the supplies with their own money. However, Ragnar, who led the army for the first time in battle, quickly realized that he was a little rash.Ragnar did not bring enough food, and his army also bought a lot of things from the Lobad tribe, for which they spent another sum of money.This leads to some people being short of money, and some people having more money. The army is a whole, everyone has to eat, but the leader will not spend another copper coin to support everyone's meals.Because he was close to his hometown, his father Sigurd also urgently sent a batch of grain, and Ragnar distributed the grain to his subordinates.He estimated that this batch of food would definitely not support a long battle.What to do then? Of course he went to the battlefield to grab the enemy! In this regard, Ragner thinks this approach is very desirable.On the day before the departure, a group of people in rags arrived.Oh, it's not that they are really sloppy, but that this group of people really just landed in linen and leather clothes, with their own shields, and one or more axes.Soon Ragner learned of the identity of this group of people, it turned out to be a group of farmers from Oslo.They are actually Danes' mercenaries? Such a person can be considered a warrior? !The young Ragnar didn't know what the leader thought~www.novelhall.com~ Such a group of shabbyly dressed and lacking protection guys should also be put into battle?However, because of their arrival, the strength of the Union Army reached two thousand one hundred men.And this is just an expedition army assembled in Jutland Peninsula.Ragnar felt that even if it received a severe blow, the Gotlanders would send even 500 people! Perhaps the final strength of the Allied forces can reach 3,000.Wow, with such a large army, why does Hafgen feel that it is undesirable to attack Mlarenburg in the Northern Alliance?Attacking Mellarenburg, gaining huge wealth and reaping huge glory, Ragnar not only has the desire to become the king of Denmark, but he also saw the reality that a man can control three thousand soldiers and even more soldiers.Leading an army of more than 10,000 people, through a big battle, conquering the entire Northern Alliance, and then conquering the Norwegians to become the King of the North Sea, what a great honor.Ragnar, he fell asleep with a dream of glory. What awaits him and his army is the expedition that begins tomorrow, and a future full of wealth and glory.
