Chapter 206: The Escape of the Gran tribe and the Aostara refugees
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The Northern Alliance knew nothing about the military actions of the Danes!
Ragner’s opinion is correct. If the victorious Danish coalition breaks into Lake Mälaren, it is perfectly fine to give the locals a heavy blow. As long as they operate properly, they can looting in one day and then go away.
Of course, only one day was given to them.
Once the actions of the Danish coalition were delayed, things immediately became particularly troublesome.
The Danes destroyed the Ostrava tribe, and the Mellaren tribe could not get news in two or three days.
However, some fishermen who fled by rowing assault, he entered an upstream waterway and broke into another lake.
These fishermen do not care about their own property, even their wives and children. In times of crisis, they seemed to be cowards.
This is not the case.
Saying that their cowardly escape would work, they fled to another lake area, just to explain terrible things to the local allies of the Gran tribe.
The air in the whole world is clear, and the people of Gran can see the thick smoke burning far away.
The Ostara tribe seemed to be plunged into a burning crater, so that the allied tribe far away had already noticed the strangeness before the fishermen who reported the news.
Allies and tribes thought it was a rare forest fire, and as some fishermen broke in, they learned of terrible things.
The fishermen who fled Ostara had planned to move in to rescue the soldiers, but their complaints were completely alarmed.
A small tribe with only more than 500 people, to resist the Danes' army covering the entire bay?
Pooh!
The Granite who learned that the disaster was approaching, naturally estimated that he would be the next one to suffer.
Therefore, when the Danish coalition forces were enjoying the feast of plunder, the nearby Northern Alliance tribes, who had not yet suffered, hurriedly gathered up their own fragility, drove a large number of cattle and sheep, and moved to the north strategically.
There was news from at least three small tribes, and finally as many as two thousand people began a relatively orderly retreat.
People are sitting in ox carts, driving the herds of cattle and sheep.
There are also many people rowing boats, going as far as possible along the small river that leads to the north, and then converted to land evacuation.
The Northern Alliance tribes that have infiltrated the Götaland Heights are voluntarily evacuating the pastures they have operated for a long time. Many people are complaining, why no one will stop the Danish army.
There is a businessman from the north, his name is Fodgen.
That's right, it's just that this guy spent two pounds of gold, a huge amount of money called crazy, and bought a steel sword carefully ordered by the big merchant Gould.
This person’s business is to find the tribes in the south, buy local cow hides, sheepskins, and other animal husbandry products on a large scale, and ship them to the north for profit. In order to maximize the benefits, this person also built some houses on a small island near the market in Melaren.
He hired more than 30 local poor people to process leather for them, make them into daily necessities, and sell them at high prices. In fact, the so-called employment here is almost the use of slaves.
Fordgen just gave them food and housing, and got their labor. Especially when a large amount of leather was shipped to his island, the group had almost no time to rest. For a steel sword consumed a huge amount of assets, Fodgen felt that it was worthwhile to spend a huge amount of money for a treasure. The next question was how to make the money back.
For the Mind Sub-Tribal Alliance in the north, many people are constantly immigrating to the south in order to better graze pastures.
They walked along a river full of rocks and descended south into another large lake. Hundreds of years later, a city emerged on the banks of this stone river, which will become the future iron smelting town in central and southern Sweden.
Many people settled here and gradually formed the Yilmalun tribe, whose lake is also named by this name.
But the shores of Lake Yärmalen are not the best grazing pastures, and more tribes are still expanding south, until they encounter Gotland immigrants going north.
As the Gotlanders joined the Danish-led alliance, the peaceful relationship ended.
At the beginning of May, after leaving the Merlaren Bazaar, the merchant Verdegen, his boat team entered the port of the still prosperous Ostala tribe, and then continued east along the river to find the Granite. Settlements.
Fordgen built his own trading base in the Gran tribe, which he has been operating for many years. He always felt that the Ostara had settled the settlement on the coast, which was really close to Gotland.
It is really unexpected that disaster has really come.
In the west, there is a huge lake with lush mountains and lush colors. People from the Northern Alliance who expanded here call this lake "Vettern", the name of "the **** of the forest."
There is an important waterway in Lake Vettern, and the river flows into the Blow Bay, which is the harbor where the Ostara tribe is located.
The geographical environment here is good, and as many as five tribes belonging to the Northern Alliance are inhabited on both sides of the long waterway.
This waterway is the natural frontier of the Northern Tribal Alliance, or in other words, the frontier of the Svealand Plain. After crossing this river, to the south is the narrowly defined Götaland Heights.
The eastern smoke billowed, and the leader of the Granite, who was conscious of something bad, decided to take his tribe to flee.
The Granites have a conscience. When the leader announced his withdrawal, he also sent people to catch up with the fishermen who fled from Ostara. After the partnership, they continued to swim against the current and notify the upstream allies of the Danish attack.
Whether the upstream allies are transferred is no longer a matter of the Gran tribe's concern.
"Damn it, more than ten years of business management has fallen short! You all ran away, I don't want to be the prey of the Danes!" Businessman Verdegen was unwilling, because this year's business has not been well done, he has been disturbed by the war.
The disaster has come. He urgently took the small amount of leather he bought and a large amount of lumpy cheese, and evacuated all the soft and soft that he had placed in the Gran tribe's shop as best he could, starting a difficult escape journey. .
There are more than five hundred Granites, and they form a huge land marching team that shuttles through the cracks of the forest.
Even the businessman Fodgen, he was also a part of this marching team.
It's weird to say that the merchants of the Northern Alliance usually travel by boat. Even if it is an act of immigration, boats are also the mainstream means of transportation.
This is due to geographical reasons. There is not a single waterway here that can enter Lake Mälaren unimpeded.
The Eastern Harbour ignited everyone, and no one dared to investigate what the Danes were doing. In short, the shortcut to withdraw from the Eastern Harbour to Lake Mälaren no longer existed.
The retreating people can only choose a compromise, and that is to walk seventy kilometers in the cracks of the forest to find the Yilmalun tribe. From there, take a boat back to his hometown in Melaren.
As for the future life of those Granites who evacuated their homes, Fodgen couldn't care about it anymore.
Fordgen’s caravan of more than fifty people, everyone riding in more than twenty bullock carts, accompanied by the moving crowd, rushed towards the Yermalun tribe.
Everyone knows the direction, that is, to advance in a region where there is no way to speak, and you can't go far in a day.
that's the truth.
As there are more than two thousand animals to be taken care of, the speed of the team is a little slow. The speed is slow but slow, and Fodgen is not at all worried about his own net worth or life.
Because his small caravan is raising a group of mercenaries, as for the Granites, they are all long-term friends.
Look at this team, the only beast that can threaten everyone's lives, seeing this battle is bound to stay away.
However, two days after the team evacuated, some people in rags suddenly appeared.
"What's going on?! A bunch of strange people?" Fodgen, who was lying on the ox cart, sat up vigilantly, listening to the report of his mercenaries.
The mercenary hurriedly said: "My lord, maybe we should take precautions."
"Alert? It should be on alert. Let my brothers prepare for battle. Remember, I must guard my property! When I return to Mellaren, I will inevitably give you a reward."
"Yes, my lord."
The mercenaries of the merchants drew their swords. The Granites also held weapons, and even took out a scythe for mowing the grass.
Everyone fled under the coercion of the Danish invaders. A group of people suddenly emerged from the forest. Who can guarantee that they are not enemies?
In the beginning, it was just like more than a dozen people got out of the woods. From a distance, people who came and went were generally disheveled and unkempt, and as those people approached, their appearance has completely appeared.
There are many women holding children! There are some depressed men! There are also a group of children without adult supervision.
More and more people ran out of the hidden forest, and they ran wildly on the grass in the forest, as if they had found some treasure.
Even if it was a group of women, they rushed over, attracting the Granite people to aim at them one after another.
The unidentified leader immediately ordered: "Men come forward and prepare shields, swords and spears. Women, take care of our cattle and sheep!"
In the end, the Granites are also a tribe of Viking family. Although their population is small, they are well-trained in resisting attacks.
Those men, women and children, most of them bare-handed, and a few leaned on crutches. When Qi and the Granite encountered each other, they cried on the spot: "Give us food."
Many women knelt on the ground, pulled their children, and prayed for alms from the Granite who was holding the shield.
They directly complained about the fall of Ostara and their recent experiences.
"Big Chief, they are Ostrala people, and many people managed to escape." A group of people reported to the Chief urgently.
"Go! Go and see."
The leader of the Granite shook his neck. He led more than a dozen people out of the shield wall and squatted directly beside a poor girl. And this woman immediately lifted her infant child: "Sir, at least please save him. My child will starve to death."
The leader looked around, and these rags sat on the ground one after another, dead and threatened no matter what.
"You... are really pitiful. It seems that our escape is correct." With that, the leader took the child and immediately ordered his subordinates: "Get me the nanny and save the child. Come over with the cheese, hurry up !"
His subordinates immediately said: "But sir, we don't have much food in our hands! Don't you think there are too many of these Ostala people?"
The leader did move a compassionate heart, and he temporarily returned the baby in the swaddle to the child's mother. After he stood up, he saw a large number of people sitting on the grass, "Ah! How do I feel that you... have more people than me?!"
For a moment, the leader of the Gran people felt that his kindness needs to be enough. After all, they are allies, but not their own tribe.
Even as an ally, it was based on the existence of the Ostara tribe. Now that the homes of these refugees have been destroyed, what are the obligations of the Granites to support them?
It is already a boon to give each refugee a little cheese.
Unless, there is a man in his tribe who is willing to immediately accept a woman among the refugees as a new wife.
The Granite gathered these refugees together on the order of the leader, and then someone came with a small sack.
The leader stood on a bullock cart, with a looking posture, and shouted at a group of refugees: "Now, I give you food, come and receive it."
In an instant, hungry refugees flocked to the bullock cart, and then the leader personally sowed the cheese in the sack.
Just like wolves tearing their prey, hungry people show their ferocious nature. For the precious food, the refugees really competed by their ability.
The young child was crying, the child’s mother was screaming, and the yelling and cursing continued.
Those loggers who fled, they tried their best to grab food and stuffed their mouths in the first place.
Some women snatched a piece of cheese, and immediately others tried to **** it.
The chaotic scene caused the Granite leader standing on the high ground to grit his teeth. Look at this group of hungry people. In order to eat, they dare to bite the fingers of the same race to **** the cheese.
In the chaos, a clever figure plunged into the chaotic crowd.
She is the elder sister of the two sisters. Even if she has a leg injury, she has to fill the stomachs of herself and her sister, so she has to crawl in like a marmot. She was trampled a bit, caught three small pieces of cheese, and stuffed them into her clothes.
The girl is not greedy. She knows that she will continue to stay here. Either she will be seen carrying food and scrambled, or she will be trampled to death by her fellow tribe.
The younger sister sat on the ground, the breeze blowing her blonde hair, and the golden silk swaying in front of her blue eyes. She didn't care about the chaos not far away, because she was in a trance because of hunger. Finally, she saw a dexterous figure come back with a smile, and her spirits rose.
It's sister!
The girl looked left and right, quietly took out a small piece of cheese from her arms, and looked around vigilantly: "Quickly eat. When someone sees it, they will definitely come to grab it."
Without saying anything, the younger sister grabbed this small piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Although it was a bit stinky, the two girls completely ignored it because of hunger.
The two women ate one piece, but two pieces were still held by the sister in her arms. Even if the sisters are still hungry, for the future, they can only save food until they find a safe place. .
Now, no one shows respect to the two sisters because they are the granddaughter of the leader. In other words, no one has noticed that ~www.novelhall.com~ there are still members of the leader's family who have survived.
"Sister, what should I do next? I still want to continue eating."
"No. We have to save some food to the port of Yilmallen." The sister said comfortingly while hugging her sister.
"Can we... get there? I haven't been there. I...n't even got out of our bay before."
"Me too. My dear, we have no choice. I hope we can finally reach Mälaren and try our luck there. Maybe the leader of Mälaren will take us in."
"Merlaren people...really?"
"Of course." My sister's little hand gently pinched my sister's neck: "We are the women of the chief Ostra family, and they will take care of us. In the future, when we grow up, we will get married and give birth to a son, our Osthala. Tara was revived."
My sister really couldn't understand what my sister said.
In fact, my sister would not have said such mature words before the disaster. Even if the two sisters were nine and seven years old, under the threat of disaster, the sister was forced to become a "sensible adult".
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The Northern Alliance knew nothing about the military actions of the Danes!
Ragner’s opinion is correct. If the victorious Danish coalition breaks into Lake Mälaren, it is perfectly fine to give the locals a heavy blow. As long as they operate properly, they can looting in one day and then go away.
Of course, only one day was given to them.
Once the actions of the Danish coalition were delayed, things immediately became particularly troublesome.
The Danes destroyed the Ostrava tribe, and the Mellaren tribe could not get news in two or three days.
However, some fishermen who fled by rowing assault, he entered an upstream waterway and broke into another lake.
These fishermen do not care about their own property, even their wives and children. In times of crisis, they seemed to be cowards.
This is not the case.
Saying that their cowardly escape would work, they fled to another lake area, just to explain terrible things to the local allies of the Gran tribe.
The air in the whole world is clear, and the people of Gran can see the thick smoke burning far away.
The Ostara tribe seemed to be plunged into a burning crater, so that the allied tribe far away had already noticed the strangeness before the fishermen who reported the news.
Allies and tribes thought it was a rare forest fire, and as some fishermen broke in, they learned of terrible things.
The fishermen who fled Ostara had planned to move in to rescue the soldiers, but their complaints were completely alarmed.
A small tribe with only more than 500 people, to resist the Danes' army covering the entire bay?
Pooh!
The Granite who learned that the disaster was approaching, naturally estimated that he would be the next one to suffer.
Therefore, when the Danish coalition forces were enjoying the feast of plunder, the nearby Northern Alliance tribes, who had not yet suffered, hurriedly gathered up their own fragility, drove a large number of cattle and sheep, and moved to the north strategically.
There was news from at least three small tribes, and finally as many as two thousand people began a relatively orderly retreat.
People are sitting in ox carts, driving the herds of cattle and sheep.
There are also many people rowing boats, going as far as possible along the small river that leads to the north, and then converted to land evacuation.
The Northern Alliance tribes that have infiltrated the Götaland Heights are voluntarily evacuating the pastures they have operated for a long time. Many people are complaining, why no one will stop the Danish army.
There is a businessman from the north, his name is Fodgen.
That's right, it's just that this guy spent two pounds of gold, a huge amount of money called crazy, and bought a steel sword carefully ordered by the big merchant Gould.
This person’s business is to find the tribes in the south, buy local cow hides, sheepskins, and other animal husbandry products on a large scale, and ship them to the north for profit. In order to maximize the benefits, this person also built some houses on a small island near the market in Melaren.
He hired more than 30 local poor people to process leather for them, make them into daily necessities, and sell them at high prices. In fact, the so-called employment here is almost the use of slaves.
Fordgen just gave them food and housing, and got their labor. Especially when a large amount of leather was shipped to his island, the group had almost no time to rest. For a steel sword consumed a huge amount of assets, Fodgen felt that it was worthwhile to spend a huge amount of money for a treasure. The next question was how to make the money back.
For the Mind Sub-Tribal Alliance in the north, many people are constantly immigrating to the south in order to better graze pastures.
They walked along a river full of rocks and descended south into another large lake. Hundreds of years later, a city emerged on the banks of this stone river, which will become the future iron smelting town in central and southern Sweden.
Many people settled here and gradually formed the Yilmalun tribe, whose lake is also named by this name.
But the shores of Lake Yärmalen are not the best grazing pastures, and more tribes are still expanding south, until they encounter Gotland immigrants going north.
As the Gotlanders joined the Danish-led alliance, the peaceful relationship ended.
At the beginning of May, after leaving the Merlaren Bazaar, the merchant Verdegen, his boat team entered the port of the still prosperous Ostala tribe, and then continued east along the river to find the Granite. Settlements.
Fordgen built his own trading base in the Gran tribe, which he has been operating for many years. He always felt that the Ostara had settled the settlement on the coast, which was really close to Gotland.
It is really unexpected that disaster has really come.
In the west, there is a huge lake with lush mountains and lush colors. People from the Northern Alliance who expanded here call this lake "Vettern", the name of "the **** of the forest."
There is an important waterway in Lake Vettern, and the river flows into the Blow Bay, which is the harbor where the Ostara tribe is located.
The geographical environment here is good, and as many as five tribes belonging to the Northern Alliance are inhabited on both sides of the long waterway.
This waterway is the natural frontier of the Northern Tribal Alliance, or in other words, the frontier of the Svealand Plain. After crossing this river, to the south is the narrowly defined Götaland Heights.
The eastern smoke billowed, and the leader of the Granite, who was conscious of something bad, decided to take his tribe to flee.
The Granites have a conscience. When the leader announced his withdrawal, he also sent people to catch up with the fishermen who fled from Ostara. After the partnership, they continued to swim against the current and notify the upstream allies of the Danish attack.
Whether the upstream allies are transferred is no longer a matter of the Gran tribe's concern.
"Damn it, more than ten years of business management has fallen short! You all ran away, I don't want to be the prey of the Danes!" Businessman Verdegen was unwilling, because this year's business has not been well done, he has been disturbed by the war.
The disaster has come. He urgently took the small amount of leather he bought and a large amount of lumpy cheese, and evacuated all the soft and soft that he had placed in the Gran tribe's shop as best he could, starting a difficult escape journey. .
There are more than five hundred Granites, and they form a huge land marching team that shuttles through the cracks of the forest.
Even the businessman Fodgen, he was also a part of this marching team.
It's weird to say that the merchants of the Northern Alliance usually travel by boat. Even if it is an act of immigration, boats are also the mainstream means of transportation.
This is due to geographical reasons. There is not a single waterway here that can enter Lake Mälaren unimpeded.
The Eastern Harbour ignited everyone, and no one dared to investigate what the Danes were doing. In short, the shortcut to withdraw from the Eastern Harbour to Lake Mälaren no longer existed.
The retreating people can only choose a compromise, and that is to walk seventy kilometers in the cracks of the forest to find the Yilmalun tribe. From there, take a boat back to his hometown in Melaren.
As for the future life of those Granites who evacuated their homes, Fodgen couldn't care about it anymore.
Fordgen’s caravan of more than fifty people, everyone riding in more than twenty bullock carts, accompanied by the moving crowd, rushed towards the Yermalun tribe.
Everyone knows the direction, that is, to advance in a region where there is no way to speak, and you can't go far in a day.
that's the truth.
As there are more than two thousand animals to be taken care of, the speed of the team is a little slow. The speed is slow but slow, and Fodgen is not at all worried about his own net worth or life.
Because his small caravan is raising a group of mercenaries, as for the Granites, they are all long-term friends.
Look at this team, the only beast that can threaten everyone's lives, seeing this battle is bound to stay away.
However, two days after the team evacuated, some people in rags suddenly appeared.
"What's going on?! A bunch of strange people?" Fodgen, who was lying on the ox cart, sat up vigilantly, listening to the report of his mercenaries.
The mercenary hurriedly said: "My lord, maybe we should take precautions."
"Alert? It should be on alert. Let my brothers prepare for battle. Remember, I must guard my property! When I return to Mellaren, I will inevitably give you a reward."
"Yes, my lord."
The mercenaries of the merchants drew their swords. The Granites also held weapons, and even took out a scythe for mowing the grass.
Everyone fled under the coercion of the Danish invaders. A group of people suddenly emerged from the forest. Who can guarantee that they are not enemies?
In the beginning, it was just like more than a dozen people got out of the woods. From a distance, people who came and went were generally disheveled and unkempt, and as those people approached, their appearance has completely appeared.
There are many women holding children! There are some depressed men! There are also a group of children without adult supervision.
More and more people ran out of the hidden forest, and they ran wildly on the grass in the forest, as if they had found some treasure.
Even if it was a group of women, they rushed over, attracting the Granite people to aim at them one after another.
The unidentified leader immediately ordered: "Men come forward and prepare shields, swords and spears. Women, take care of our cattle and sheep!"
In the end, the Granites are also a tribe of Viking family. Although their population is small, they are well-trained in resisting attacks.
Those men, women and children, most of them bare-handed, and a few leaned on crutches. When Qi and the Granite encountered each other, they cried on the spot: "Give us food."
Many women knelt on the ground, pulled their children, and prayed for alms from the Granite who was holding the shield.
They directly complained about the fall of Ostara and their recent experiences.
"Big Chief, they are Ostrala people, and many people managed to escape." A group of people reported to the Chief urgently.
"Go! Go and see."
The leader of the Granite shook his neck. He led more than a dozen people out of the shield wall and squatted directly beside a poor girl. And this woman immediately lifted her infant child: "Sir, at least please save him. My child will starve to death."
The leader looked around, and these rags sat on the ground one after another, dead and threatened no matter what.
"You... are really pitiful. It seems that our escape is correct." With that, the leader took the child and immediately ordered his subordinates: "Get me the nanny and save the child. Come over with the cheese, hurry up !"
His subordinates immediately said: "But sir, we don't have much food in our hands! Don't you think there are too many of these Ostala people?"
The leader did move a compassionate heart, and he temporarily returned the baby in the swaddle to the child's mother. After he stood up, he saw a large number of people sitting on the grass, "Ah! How do I feel that you... have more people than me?!"
For a moment, the leader of the Gran people felt that his kindness needs to be enough. After all, they are allies, but not their own tribe.
Even as an ally, it was based on the existence of the Ostara tribe. Now that the homes of these refugees have been destroyed, what are the obligations of the Granites to support them?
It is already a boon to give each refugee a little cheese.
Unless, there is a man in his tribe who is willing to immediately accept a woman among the refugees as a new wife.
The Granite gathered these refugees together on the order of the leader, and then someone came with a small sack.
The leader stood on a bullock cart, with a looking posture, and shouted at a group of refugees: "Now, I give you food, come and receive it."
In an instant, hungry refugees flocked to the bullock cart, and then the leader personally sowed the cheese in the sack.
Just like wolves tearing their prey, hungry people show their ferocious nature. For the precious food, the refugees really competed by their ability.
The young child was crying, the child’s mother was screaming, and the yelling and cursing continued.
Those loggers who fled, they tried their best to grab food and stuffed their mouths in the first place.
Some women snatched a piece of cheese, and immediately others tried to **** it.
The chaotic scene caused the Granite leader standing on the high ground to grit his teeth. Look at this group of hungry people. In order to eat, they dare to bite the fingers of the same race to **** the cheese.
In the chaos, a clever figure plunged into the chaotic crowd.
She is the elder sister of the two sisters. Even if she has a leg injury, she has to fill the stomachs of herself and her sister, so she has to crawl in like a marmot. She was trampled a bit, caught three small pieces of cheese, and stuffed them into her clothes.
The girl is not greedy. She knows that she will continue to stay here. Either she will be seen carrying food and scrambled, or she will be trampled to death by her fellow tribe.
The younger sister sat on the ground, the breeze blowing her blonde hair, and the golden silk swaying in front of her blue eyes. She didn't care about the chaos not far away, because she was in a trance because of hunger. Finally, she saw a dexterous figure come back with a smile, and her spirits rose.
It's sister!
The girl looked left and right, quietly took out a small piece of cheese from her arms, and looked around vigilantly: "Quickly eat. When someone sees it, they will definitely come to grab it."
Without saying anything, the younger sister grabbed this small piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Although it was a bit stinky, the two girls completely ignored it because of hunger.
The two women ate one piece, but two pieces were still held by the sister in her arms. Even if the sisters are still hungry, for the future, they can only save food until they find a safe place. .
Now, no one shows respect to the two sisters because they are the granddaughter of the leader. In other words, no one has noticed that ~www.novelhall.com~ there are still members of the leader's family who have survived.
"Sister, what should I do next? I still want to continue eating."
"No. We have to save some food to the port of Yilmallen." The sister said comfortingly while hugging her sister.
"Can we... get there? I haven't been there. I...n't even got out of our bay before."
"Me too. My dear, we have no choice. I hope we can finally reach Mälaren and try our luck there. Maybe the leader of Mälaren will take us in."
"Merlaren people...really?"
"Of course." My sister's little hand gently pinched my sister's neck: "We are the women of the chief Ostra family, and they will take care of us. In the future, when we grow up, we will get married and give birth to a son, our Osthala. Tara was revived."
My sister really couldn't understand what my sister said.
In fact, my sister would not have said such mature words before the disaster. Even if the two sisters were nine and seven years old, under the threat of disaster, the sister was forced to become a "sensible adult".
The Northern Alliance knew nothing about the military actions of the Danes!Ragner's opinion is correct. If the victorious Danish coalition breaks into Lake Mlaren, it is perfectly fine to give the locals a heavy blow. As long as they operate properly, they can looting in one day and then go away.Of course, only one day was given to them.Once the actions of the Danish coalition were delayed, things immediately became particularly troublesome.The Danes destroyed the Ostrava tribe, and the Mellaren tribe could not get news in two or three days.However, some fishermen who fled by rowing assault, he entered an upstream waterway and broke into another lake.These fishermen do not care about their own property, even their wives and children. In times of crisis, they seemed to be cowards.This is not the case.Saying that their cowardly escape would work, they fled to another lake area, just to explain terrible things to the local allies of the Gran tribe.The air in the whole world is clear, and the people of Gran can see the thick smoke burning far away.The Ostara tribe seemed to be plunged into a burning crater, so that the allied tribe far away had already noticed the strangeness before the fishermen who reported the news.Allies and tribes thought it was a rare forest fire, and as some fishermen broke in, they learned of terrible things.The fishermen who fled Ostara had planned to move in to rescue the soldiers, but their complaints were completely alarmed.A small tribe with only more than 500 people, to resist the Danes' army covering the entire bay?Pooh!The Granite who learned that the disaster was approaching, naturally estimated that he would be the next one to suffer.Therefore, when the Danish coalition forces were enjoying the feast of plunder, the nearby Northern Alliance tribes, who had not yet suffered, hurriedly gathered up their own fragility, drove a large number of cattle and sheep, and moved to the north strategically.There was news from at least three small tribes, and finally as many as two thousand people began a relatively orderly retreat.People are sitting in ox carts, driving the herds of cattle and sheep.There are also many people rowing boats, going as far as possible along the small river that leads to the north, and then converted to land evacuation.The Northern Alliance tribes that have infiltrated the Gtaland Heights are voluntarily evacuating the pastures they have operated for a long time. Many people are complaining, why no one will stop the Danish army.There is a businessman from the north, his name is Fodgen.That's right, it's just that this guy spent two pounds of gold, a huge amount of money called crazy, and bought a steel sword carefully ordered by the big merchant Gould.This person's business is to find the tribes in the south, buy local cow hides, sheepskins, and other animal husbandry products on a large scale, and ship them to the north for profit. In order to maximize the benefits, this person also built some houses on a small island near the market in Melaren.He hired more than 30 local poor people to process leather for them, make them into daily necessities, and sell them at high prices. In fact, the so-called employment here is almost the use of slaves.Fordgen just gave them food and housing, and got their labor. Especially when a large amount of leather was shipped to his island, the group had almost no time to rest. For a steel sword consumed a huge amount of assets, Fodgen felt that it was worthwhile to spend a huge amount of money for a treasure. The next question was how to make the money back.For the Mind Sub-Tribal Alliance in the north, many people are constantly immigrating to the south in order to better graze pastures.They walked along a river full of rocks and descended south into another large lake. Hundreds of years later, a city emerged on the banks of this stone river, which will become the future iron smelting town in central and southern Sweden.Many people settled here and gradually formed the Yilmalun tribe, whose lake is also named by this name.But the shores of Lake Yrmalen are not the best grazing pastures, and more tribes are still expanding south, until they encounter Gotland immigrants going north.As the Gotlanders joined the Danish-led alliance, the peaceful relationship ended.At the beginning of May, after leaving the Merlaren Bazaar, the merchant Verdegen, his boat team entered the port of the still prosperous Ostala tribe, and then continued east along the river to find the Granite. Settlements.Fordgen built his own trading base in the Gran tribe, which he has been operating for many years. He always felt that the Ostara had settled the settlement on the coast, which was really close to Gotland.It is really unexpected that disaster has really come.In the west, there is a huge lake with lush mountains and lush colors. People from the Northern Alliance who expanded here call this lake "Vettern", the name of "the **** of the forest."There is an important waterway in Lake Vettern, and the river flows into the Blow Bay, which is the harbor where the Ostara tribe is located.The geographical environment here is good, and as many as five tribes belonging to the Northern Alliance are inhabited on both sides of the long waterway.This waterway is the natural frontier of the Northern Tribal Alliance, or in other words, the frontier of the Svealand Plain. After crossing this river, to the south is the narrowly defined Gtaland Heights.The eastern smoke billowed, and the leader of the Granite, who was conscious of something bad, decided to take his tribe to flee.The Granites have a conscience. When the leader announced his withdrawal, he also sent people to catch up with the fishermen who fled from Ostara. After the partnership, they continued to swim against the current and notify the upstream allies of the Danish attack.Whether the upstream allies are transferred is no longer a matter of the Gran tribe's concern."Damn it, more than ten years of business management has fallen short! You all ran away, I don't want to be the prey of the Danes!" Businessman Verdegen was unwilling, because this year's business has not been well done, he has been disturbed by the war.The disaster has come. He urgently took the small amount of leather he bought and a large amount of lumpy cheese, and evacuated all the soft and soft that he had placed in the Gran tribe's shop as best he could, starting a difficult escape journey. .There are more than five hundred Granites, and they form a huge land marching team that shuttles through the cracks of the forest.Even the businessman Fodgen, he was also a part of this marching team.It's weird to say that the merchants of the Northern Alliance usually travel by boat. Even if it is an act of immigration, boats are also the mainstream means of transportation.This is due to geographical reasons. There is not a single waterway here that can enter Lake Mlaren unimpeded.The Eastern Harbour ignited everyone, and no one dared to investigate what the Danes were doing. In short, the shortcut to withdraw from the Eastern Harbour to Lake Mlaren no longer existed.The retreating people can only choose a compromise, and that is to walk seventy kilometers in the cracks of the forest to find the Yilmalun tribe. From there, take a boat back to his hometown in Melaren.As for the future life of those Granites who evacuated their homes, Fodgen couldn't care about it anymore.Fordgen's caravan of more than fifty people, everyone riding in more than twenty bullock carts, accompanied by the moving crowd, rushed towards the Yermalun tribe.Everyone knows the direction, that is, to advance in a region where there is no way to speak, and you can't go far in a day.that's the truth.As there are more than two thousand animals to be taken care of, the speed of the team is a little slow. The speed is slow but slow, and Fodgen is not at all worried about his own net worth or life.Because his small caravan is raising a group of mercenaries, as for the Granites, they are all long-term friends.Look at this team, the only beast that can threaten everyone's lives, seeing this battle is bound to stay away.However, two days after the team evacuated, some people in rags suddenly appeared."What's going on?! A bunch of strange people?" Fodgen, who was lying on the ox cart, sat up vigilantly, listening to the report of his mercenaries.The mercenary hurriedly said: "My lord, maybe we should take precautions.""Alert? It should be on alert. Let my brothers prepare for battle. Remember, I must guard my property! When I return to Mellaren, I will inevitably give you a reward.""Yes, my lord."The mercenaries of the merchants drew their swords. The Granites also held weapons, and even took out a scythe for mowing the grass.Everyone fled under the coercion of the Danish invaders. A group of people suddenly emerged from the forest. Who can guarantee that they are not enemies?In the beginning, it was just like more than a dozen people got out of the woods. From a distance, people who came and went were generally disheveled and unkempt, and as those people approached, their appearance has completely appeared.There are many women holding children! There are some depressed men! There are also a group of children without adult supervision.More and more people ran out of the hidden forest, and they ran wildly on the grass in the forest, as if they had found some treasure.Even if it was a group of women, they rushed over, attracting the Granite people to aim at them one after another.The unidentified leader immediately ordered: "Men come forward and prepare shields, swords and spears. Women, take care of our cattle and sheep!"In the end, the Granites are also a tribe of Viking family. Although their population is small, they are well-trained in resisting attacks.Those men, women and children, most of them bare-handed, and a few leaned on crutches. When Qi and the Granite encountered each other, they cried on the spot: "Give us food."Many women knelt on the ground, pulled their children, and prayed for alms from the Granite who was holding the shield.They directly complained about the fall of Ostara and their recent experiences."Big Chief, they are Ostrala people, and many people managed to escape." A group of people reported to the Chief urgently."Go! Go and see."The leader of the Granite shook his neck. He led more than a dozen people out of the shield wall and squatted directly beside a poor girl. And this woman immediately lifted her infant child: "Sir, at least please save him. My child will starve to death."The leader looked around, and these rags sat on the ground one after another, dead and threatened no matter what."You... are really pitiful. It seems that our escape is correct." With that, the leader took the child and immediately ordered his subordinates: "Get me the nanny and save the child. Come over with the cheese, hurry up !"His subordinates immediately said: "But sir, we don't have much food in our hands! Don't you think there are too many of these Ostala people?"The leader did move a compassionate heart, and he temporarily returned the baby in the swaddle to the child's mother. After he stood up, he saw a large number of people sitting on the grass, "Ah! How do I feel that you... have more people than me?!"For a moment, the leader of the Gran people felt that his kindness needs to be enough. After all, they are allies, but not their own tribe.Even as an ally, it was based on the existence of the Ostara tribe. Now that the homes of these refugees have been destroyed, what are the obligations of the Granites to support them?It is already a boon to give each refugee a little cheese.Unless, there is a man in his tribe who is willing to immediately accept a woman among the refugees as a new wife.The Granite gathered these refugees together on the order of the leader, and then someone came with a small sack.The leader stood on a bullock cart, with a looking posture, and shouted at a group of refugees: "Now, I give you food, come and receive it."In an instant, hungry refugees flocked to the bullock cart, and then the leader personally sowed the cheese in the sack.Just like wolves tearing their prey, hungry people show their ferocious nature. For the precious food, the refugees really competed by their ability.The young child was crying, the child's mother was screaming, and the yelling and cursing continued.Those loggers who fled, they tried their best to grab food and stuffed their mouths in the first place.Some women snatched a piece of cheese, and immediately others tried to **** it.The chaotic scene caused the Granite leader standing on the high ground to grit his teeth. Look at this group of hungry people. In order to eat, they dare to bite the fingers of the same race to **** the cheese.In the chaos, a clever figure plunged into the chaotic crowd.She is the elder sister of the two sisters. Even if she has a leg injury, she has to fill the stomachs of herself and her sister, so she has to crawl in like a marmot. She was trampled a bit, caught three small pieces of cheese, and stuffed them into her clothes.The girl is not greedy. She knows that she will continue to stay here. Either she will be seen carrying food and scrambled, or she will be trampled to death by her fellow tribe.The younger sister sat on the ground, the breeze blowing her blonde hair, and the golden silk swaying in front of her blue eyes. She didn't care about the chaos not far away, because she was in a trance because of hunger. Finally, she saw a dexterous figure come back with a smile, and her spirits rose.It's sister!The girl looked left and right, quietly took out a small piece of cheese from her arms, and looked around vigilantly: "Quickly eat. When someone sees it, they will definitely come to grab it."Without saying anything, the younger sister grabbed this small piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Although it was a bit stinky, the two girls completely ignored it because of hunger.The two women ate one piece, but two pieces were still held by the sister in her arms. Even if the sisters are still hungry, for the future, they can only save food until they find a safe place. .Now, no one shows respect to the two sisters because they are the granddaughter of the leader. In other words, no one has noticed that ~www.novelhall.com~ there are still members of the leader's family who have survived."Sister, what should I do next? I still want to continue eating.""No. We have to save some food to the port of Yilmallen." The sister said comfortingly while hugging her sister."Can we... get there? I haven't been there. I...n't even got out of our bay before.""Me too. My dear, we have no choice. I hope we can finally reach Mlaren and try our luck there. Maybe the leader of Mlaren will take us in.""Merlaren people...really?""Of course." My sister's little hand gently pinched my sister's neck: "We are the women of the chief Ostra family, and they will take care of us. In the future, when we grow up, we will get married and give birth to a son, our Osthala. Tara was revived."My sister really couldn't understand what my sister said.In fact, my sister would not have said such mature words before the disaster. Even if the two sisters were nine and seven years old, under the threat of disaster, the sister was forced to become a "sensible adult".
