Chapter 274: Rurik the Conqueror
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The temporary job of twenty Russ is to madly throw the heads on the sled into the wall. According to Rurik, this can scare the enemy and force them to surrender.
As many as seven hundred heads were thrown in the past, and these terrifying existences were all within the high walls of the noisy hill. Those women and children who took refuge in unknown places, how did they think that they would see so many hideous and miserable heads in their lifetimes, and the entire tribe of gray squirrels fell into crazy screams.
Rurik, as well as the warriors he was in the front line, heard a lot of screams from women.
"This is the reinforcement you are looking forward to! This is the head of your reinforcement! You have completely failed! Surrender and be our slaves, and you will not be killed. Otherwise, we will break your walls and everyone will die."
Rurik spoke in the ancient Sami language he had learned from Lumia, and of course the Corvins could understand it completely.
The mountain fort was full of hideous heads, and Mezzasta was already discouraged. All the warriors who wanted to fight, including his 10-year-old son, have now had a nervous breakdown.
Rurik continued to roar: "The salmon-catching tribe has become our servants, and their clansmen have been treated kindly! Now, there are only two choices before you! Be our servants! Or be killed!"
Mezzasta thought to himself, isn't that kid actually from Varanga? But a child of a certain tribe who is subordinate to the Varangans?
He felt that the language spoken by Rurik made people feel a touch of kindness, that is, the content of the language made people feel bad.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Mezzasta stood up resolutely.
The sudden appearance of a man caused Yevlo's crossbowmen to aim their sights at him one after another.
Mezzasta plucked up the courage and shouted: "As long as we give up resistance and be your slaves! Can my people continue to live?"
Rurik was very happy that the enemy had the willingness to cooperate, so he shouted: "I! Rurik! Heir to the leader of the Rus! People blessed by the great **** Odin! Master of all deer breeders! One of the catching salmon tribes Master! Who are you?!"
Mezzasta's heart was tight, and he didn't think that the kid was not young, although he didn't understand some vocabulary at all. But Mechasta knows a little bit about the legend of the Rus. He first knew the concept of the "Russ" and knew that the tribe belonged to the Varanga. It's just that he never thought that Varangal's combat effectiveness was so crazy.
"I...my name is Mechasta. The leader of the grey squirrel tribe, this is our land, you...why did you attack us?"
Why? A very good but meaningless question.
There is a bit of a pitfall for Rurik on this issue, but what good is it for now?
Rurik shouted: "People of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, this is your destiny! All Corvins will become slaves to our Rus people. This is your destiny. All of you! I belong to Rurik. Servant! I can swear to the gods here. You surrender! Be my servant! All men! Women! And children! All men! Women! And children! All will be guaranteed of life! As long as you decide to give up resistance! You!"
Rurik stretched out his hand and pointed straight at Mezzasta: "You. Kneel in front of me and kiss my boots, and swear to be my servant. All of you will be protected for life. If you refuse! Everyone will die."
Mezzasta knew that these guys were absolutely serious, and what was very bad was that he had no capital to continue fighting.
He couldn't help but finally hooked the head of his own struggle and ordered his frightened tribe to move out all the debris that was blocking the gate.
Grey Squirrel Hill, Kaesong surrender!
This decision was of course opposed and questioned by some people. Many women knelt on the ground and begged the leader not to do so.
Mezzasta's attitude was very decisive: "You all get up! The Ross people have already sworn to their god! As long as we surrender, everyone can live. Otherwise, everyone will die."
Metzastad was still surrounded by some women, but some other women had already begun to carry the clutter.
More and more people are shaken up, and they pin their chances of survival on the charity of the Roths.
Gradually, all the Ross people, including Rurik, noticed the big wooden door that had been knocked close to the frame, and finally showed signs of opening.
A crack was opened in the wooden door, and someone came out vigilantly. That person is not someone else, but the man who stood on the wall before.
The wooden door gradually opened completely, arousing strong agitation in the Rus army.
Ottole ordered everyone to keep quiet and never attacked rashly.
Behind Mezzasta were hundreds of people in doubt, and he came to beg for surrender on behalf of all the living people.
Rurik stood proudly, behind him were crossbowmen with crossbow arrows and majestic swordsmen and shields.
"Come on! Servant. Prove your loyalty!" Rurik said with a dagger.
Mezzasta looked dignified. When he was leaving, he stuck his ancestral iron sword directly on the ground and opened his hands to prove that he had no weapons.
He approached Rurik and suddenly knelt on the ground. Without a word, he kissed Rurik’s boots, and finally knelt straight. A big man kneeled to a child, Mezzasta felt a sense of humiliation, and he could only do so for the possibility of tribal people's survival.
"My master, will you keep your promise?" Metzasta asked cautiously.
Rurik smiled in a good mood: "Of course! I swear to the gods! As long as you surrender sincerely, I will keep your promise. Is your surrender sincere?"
Mezzasta always felt that the Ross people were easily irritated and repented. He hurriedly said: "We are sincere."
"Okay! You stand up, let all your people come out, and you come to comfort them. My people will enter your mountain fort. Remember, anyone who has not been evacuated is a mortal enemy."
In this way, the survivors of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, with great anxiety, supported each other, and walked out of the fort that they had held for a long time with bare hands.
A large number of Ross fighters, they saw a large number of people coming out, and there was a fire in their eyes.
The Ross people didn't have any hatred for these mountain fort guards, because Otto's pre-war agitation, everyone saw those people as a lot of treasure. If it were not for Otto to control the whole situation, a large group would rush to grab their own slaves by themselves.
But no one dared to disobey the order, and everyone was unwilling to watch those guards leave the mountain fort and gather again. Obviously, Rurik is now the master of those people.
Every slave can be exchanged for a sum of money after resale, which can be his own living expenses for half a year, or simply enlist the slave to do work and earn his own income. Or simply upgrade female slaves to wives.
Everyone regards slaves as a major resource. Isn’t Rurik’s attitude different?
Compared to his own tribe, Rurik is at a very high level. Seeing that all the gray squirrel tribesmen have basically come out, Rurik has also figured out the countermeasures for their resettlement.
A stringed crossbow was aimed at these frightened people. Most of the sharp-eyed people didn't know what the "terrible short arrow" was until this moment. The weird weapon in the hands of those strong men was the short arrow launcher, and those who hit the arrow were killed.
The surrendered Mezzasta has been in fear, for fear that the Ross people will order a mass murder.
However, everyone is already fat on the chopping board, and now they can only follow the arrangement of the Ross people.
"Are all your people out?" Rurik put on a proud posture, but he was clearly a child, and he couldn't frighten everyone here.
Mezzasta hurriedly complimented: "All the living have come out, and now in our mountain fort, there are only the dead."
Rurik squinted and warned: "Really? My tribe is about to enter the mountain fort. Those who do not evacuate are our enemies and must be executed. Do you know?!"
Mezzasta hesitated, because a handful of seriously injured people did not die. There is also a person detained in the cellar, the Woimakashad who has a certain relationship with the Varang.
By now, he knew that he could only protect the remaining people who were able to walk around on their own.
"My master, we all understand. We are your slaves, and we listen and respect."
"Is that really the case?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes. We are your loyal servants."
Rurik shook his head: "No! You are all my slaves. Remember, your master is me, Rurik! What is your name?"
"I am Metzasta, the leader of the tribe."
"You were defeated and became my slaves. I should have taken you apart and distributed them evenly to my people."
When Metzasta heard this, he immediately appeared horrified. He knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly: "Great people of Ross, I just ask you not to break us up. We...all of us, now elect you to be our leader. "
"Oh?" Rurik thought it was very interesting, because even in the language of ancient Finns, leader and slave owner were completely different concepts.
For Rurik, he didn't like the status of "slave owner", he naturally found this vocabulary dirty. Although his identity is clearly the slave owner now, if he can have a more gentle identity, he feels a little more comfortable in his heart.
"Being your leader? It's not impossible. However, I am already your master. I can preserve your integrity and protect your lives, but you must show loyalty."
"Yes! Great boss, I want to offer you a gift." In order to survive, Mezzasta turned into a hound and tried his best to cater to his new master.
He felt that he helped the tribe to find the most advantageous way to survive, and this noble man named Rurik was obviously more reasonable.
Metzasta quickly pulled out a pair of his children from the crowd.
Ten-year-old Telavis has been pouting reluctantly, and eight-year-old Saiporava’s sluggish expression is like a leaf drifting with the flow.
Mezzastar ordered the two children to kneel in front of Rurik, and further ordered the two to kiss Rurik's boots.
"What do you mean?!"
How is Mezzasta's heart willing? For the future safety of the majority of the tribe, he feels that as a leader, he needs to pay a lot of sacrifices. If two children are sacrificed in exchange for the safety of the entire tribe, this is appropriate.
Mezzasta complimented: "My master, these are my two children. My daughter can be a personal servant, and my son can fight for you."
What is this? Marry me?
The little girl who looked at it was only Vinono, she was obviously frightened and silly, this mechanical kneeling posture, Rurik felt pity.
But the boy who was a little shorter than himself, and was said to be ten years old, was clearly a stubborn calf.
Seeing that his son didn't kneel down, Mezzasta panicked, and immediately kicked his son on the knee.
Telavis' face was stubborn, he fell and got up immediately, then fell and got up again.
"He's very stubborn..." As he said, Rurik drew his short sword.
When Metzasta was shocked, he saw Telavis, who was only ten years old, suddenly rushed to Rurik, eager to fight with both hands. However, this trick is meaningless to Rurik, who is proficient in wrestling.
Rurik was taken aback, and after a clean leg-sweeping movement, he pressed the attacker under his body, and Rurik’s dagger was directly against the man’s neck.
Jeflo didn't even react, seeing that his master had solved the battle perfectly. While he felt a little relieved, he immediately made his men walk three steps forward, and the crossbow he was holding was fired at any time.
Because of the crazy behavior of the youngest son, Mezzasta knelt on the ground with trembling, and begged: "My master! He is still a child! Please don't be impulsive, please forgive him."
"Why?! He is clearly attacking me."
At the same time, Otto had quietly appeared behind Rurik with all the warriors in chain mail. Otto was deliberately delegating power, he decided to be a spectator, watching Rurik handle the matter of the conquest properly.
There was a little disturbance, and Rurik was in complete control of the situation. While Otto was at ease, he couldn't help but doubt whether these people were still deliberately resisting.
Rurik quickly noticed the existence of his father. The elites in armor were all here. I was afraid that once the father gave an order in anger, wouldn't the surrender here be wiped out like melons and vegetables? Then it is not in line with their wishes.
Even in such a crisis, Telavis, who was firmly suppressed, was stunned to find that he could not counterattack back, and the horror of the sword flashing around his neck.
Telavis was still not convinced, he shouted: "You! I should have shot you with a bow! You escaped! Now I... I have no chance. You killed me."
Rurik was really taken aback, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened: "What? You are the archer?"
"It's me! You are lucky for not shooting you."
"My luck? No, that is fate. You are destined to be our servants."
"No! I'm not convinced!" Telavis tried his best to let out a shout of resistance.
"Are you dissatisfied? You are defeated, you are the losers. I can save your life as long as you are willing to be my slave. Trust me, this is a reward for you."
humiliation? sad? In fact, Telavis didn't have so many thoughts about real children, even his father Mezzasta, the first thing he thought of was how to live.
Telavis' only thought was to long for a duel with his opponent on equal terms.
"I... I want to fight with you. As long as you beat me, I will be your servant. If I win, my people will be free."
The Ross army present, everyone who knows the language of the local people thinks what this son said is too ridiculous.
The loser makes sense to the winner? What kind of system is it?
On the contrary, Rurik took the sword in public, and loosened the legs that suppressed Telavis's getting up.
"Since you are going to fight? Come on!" After that, Rurik took off his sword, dragged it to the chain mail, gave it to his father, and explained his thoughts.
"You don't need to fight them. That kid can't beat you, why is this?" While Otto had doubts, he also ordered all his soldiers to act as spectators.
Rurik’s answer is also very subtle: "That kid is a bit like us, he fights, and sticks to the end. You also appreciate this quality."
This said that in Otto's heart, a competition is possible. Although his son must have won a big victory, he is using the power of freedom as a bet. How can these losers claim that as long as they fight and win, they must be restored to freedom?
But Rurik made a solemn promise just to show his identity.
On one side was a group of survivors of the gray squirrel tribe, and on the other side was a proud Ross warrior in chain mail.
Rurik and Telavis stared at each other.
Rurik's eyes were torch, and his eyes pointed directly at his enemies. "I am the successor of the leader of the Ross tribe. You are the successor of the leader of the gray squirrel tribe. You and I represent each tribe. Now, I give you a chance. You are called. What's the name?"
"Taravis."
"Okay! Telavis, this is our agreement, and it is also an agreement that is watched by God. I will keep the promise. And you, if you are still defeated, you must truly be my servant."
"I will not be defeated!" Telavis said firmly, "I will interrupt your front teeth, and you will beg. But if I lose, I will be your servant. I swear to our God."
"Very good. Come on then!" Rurik stretched out his right hand and made a provocative move, although he didn't think the other party knew what a **** meant.
After all the provocation was fruitful, the kid rushed over.
Fighting is fighting. Rülik is indeed a little younger than Terravis. In terms of overall quality, Rülik is a complete victory. What's more, this North Germanic body is inherently more sturdier than the Finns.
Leuric looked at the opportunity, first accurately interrupted Telavis' crumbling deciduous teeth with an elbow, then used several grappling techniques to press it on the ground again. Rurik deliberately broke Telavis' finger, tending to break it.
Everything is expected, how does Otto feel so familiar with this scene?
"It hurts! It hurts! My master, I surrender!"
"Ah! Stop breaking."
"Have you surrendered? Did you admit that you were defeated?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes! I surrender, I will be loyal to you."
At this moment Rurik was willing to believe it, and then let go of his hand.
Finally, the unruly Tyravis was finally tamed. He knelt down on his own initiative and told the story of his archery with a mouth with open teeth, and then expressed surrender.
"Are you the archer? I really can't tell if you are still a master archery?!"
Kneeling Telavis offered himself and said: "I can do a lot for you. I am an excellent archer~www.novelhall.com~ as long as you can protect the safety of our people."
"Of course, I'm an honest person, and you can trust it." At this moment, Rurik's frantically spinning mind thought of Temujin's conquering the only thing, and then giving him a name.
Rurik could not think otherwise, because Zhebie means "arrow", and the name Telavis is also related to arrows.
"Okay! You admire your archery skills very much. As long as you really surrender, you shoot arrows to me, I will not take it seriously. I will arrange things for you, such as making you train a group of archers. You. Fight for me and you will also be rewarded."
Rurik's words concealed the future arrangements for Telavis. What Rurik needs is a right-hand man and a coach in military training. This boy has excellent archery skills at a young age. Isn't he a genius like Zhebye?
Accounting for its income is the right way.
And the survivors of the gray squirrel tribe who were servants, Rurik chose a brand new future for them, an arrangement that made these masters of squirrel catching an unexpected arrangement that had nothing to do with catching squirrels. That arrangement. , But it is a major benefit to the Ross people.
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The temporary job of twenty Russ is to madly throw the heads on the sled into the wall. According to Rurik, this can scare the enemy and force them to surrender.
As many as seven hundred heads were thrown in the past, and these terrifying existences were all within the high walls of the noisy hill. Those women and children who took refuge in unknown places, how did they think that they would see so many hideous and miserable heads in their lifetimes, and the entire tribe of gray squirrels fell into crazy screams.
Rurik, as well as the warriors he was in the front line, heard a lot of screams from women.
"This is the reinforcement you are looking forward to! This is the head of your reinforcement! You have completely failed! Surrender and be our slaves, and you will not be killed. Otherwise, we will break your walls and everyone will die."
Rurik spoke in the ancient Sami language he had learned from Lumia, and of course the Corvins could understand it completely.
The mountain fort was full of hideous heads, and Mezzasta was already discouraged. All the warriors who wanted to fight, including his 10-year-old son, have now had a nervous breakdown.
Rurik continued to roar: "The salmon-catching tribe has become our servants, and their clansmen have been treated kindly! Now, there are only two choices before you! Be our servants! Or be killed!"
Mezzasta thought to himself, isn't that kid actually from Varanga? But a child of a certain tribe who is subordinate to the Varangans?
He felt that the language spoken by Rurik made people feel a touch of kindness, that is, the content of the language made people feel bad.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Mezzasta stood up resolutely.
The sudden appearance of a man caused Yevlo's crossbowmen to aim their sights at him one after another.
Mezzasta plucked up the courage and shouted: "As long as we give up resistance and be your slaves! Can my people continue to live?"
Rurik was very happy that the enemy had the willingness to cooperate, so he shouted: "I! Rurik! Heir to the leader of the Rus! People blessed by the great **** Odin! Master of all deer breeders! One of the catching salmon tribes Master! Who are you?!"
Mezzasta's heart was tight, and he didn't think that the kid was not young, although he didn't understand some vocabulary at all. But Mechasta knows a little bit about the legend of the Rus. He first knew the concept of the "Russ" and knew that the tribe belonged to the Varanga. It's just that he never thought that Varangal's combat effectiveness was so crazy.
"I...my name is Mechasta. The leader of the grey squirrel tribe, this is our land, you...why did you attack us?"
Why? A very good but meaningless question.
There is a bit of a pitfall for Rurik on this issue, but what good is it for now?
Rurik shouted: "People of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, this is your destiny! All Corvins will become slaves to our Rus people. This is your destiny. All of you! I belong to Rurik. Servant! I can swear to the gods here. You surrender! Be my servant! All men! Women! And children! All men! Women! And children! All will be guaranteed of life! As long as you decide to give up resistance! You!"
Rurik stretched out his hand and pointed straight at Mezzasta: "You. Kneel in front of me and kiss my boots, and swear to be my servant. All of you will be protected for life. If you refuse! Everyone will die."
Mezzasta knew that these guys were absolutely serious, and what was very bad was that he had no capital to continue fighting.
He couldn't help but finally hooked the head of his own struggle and ordered his frightened tribe to move out all the debris that was blocking the gate.
Grey Squirrel Hill, Kaesong surrender!
This decision was of course opposed and questioned by some people. Many women knelt on the ground and begged the leader not to do so.
Mezzasta's attitude was very decisive: "You all get up! The Ross people have already sworn to their god! As long as we surrender, everyone can live. Otherwise, everyone will die."
Metzastad was still surrounded by some women, but some other women had already begun to carry the clutter.
More and more people are shaken up, and they pin their chances of survival on the charity of the Roths.
Gradually, all the Ross people, including Rurik, noticed the big wooden door that had been knocked close to the frame, and finally showed signs of opening.
A crack was opened in the wooden door, and someone came out vigilantly. That person is not someone else, but the man who stood on the wall before.
The wooden door gradually opened completely, arousing strong agitation in the Rus army.
Ottole ordered everyone to keep quiet and never attacked rashly.
Behind Mezzasta were hundreds of people in doubt, and he came to beg for surrender on behalf of all the living people.
Rurik stood proudly, behind him were crossbowmen with crossbow arrows and majestic swordsmen and shields.
"Come on! Servant. Prove your loyalty!" Rurik said with a dagger.
Mezzasta looked dignified. When he was leaving, he stuck his ancestral iron sword directly on the ground and opened his hands to prove that he had no weapons.
He approached Rurik and suddenly knelt on the ground. Without a word, he kissed Rurik’s boots, and finally knelt straight. A big man kneeled to a child, Mezzasta felt a sense of humiliation, and he could only do so for the possibility of tribal people's survival.
"My master, will you keep your promise?" Metzasta asked cautiously.
Rurik smiled in a good mood: "Of course! I swear to the gods! As long as you surrender sincerely, I will keep your promise. Is your surrender sincere?"
Mezzasta always felt that the Ross people were easily irritated and repented. He hurriedly said: "We are sincere."
"Okay! You stand up, let all your people come out, and you come to comfort them. My people will enter your mountain fort. Remember, anyone who has not been evacuated is a mortal enemy."
In this way, the survivors of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, with great anxiety, supported each other, and walked out of the fort that they had held for a long time with bare hands.
A large number of Ross fighters, they saw a large number of people coming out, and there was a fire in their eyes.
The Ross people didn't have any hatred for these mountain fort guards, because Otto's pre-war agitation, everyone saw those people as a lot of treasure. If it were not for Otto to control the whole situation, a large group would rush to grab their own slaves by themselves.
But no one dared to disobey the order, and everyone was unwilling to watch those guards leave the mountain fort and gather again. Obviously, Rurik is now the master of those people.
Every slave can be exchanged for a sum of money after resale, which can be his own living expenses for half a year, or simply enlist the slave to do work and earn his own income. Or simply upgrade female slaves to wives.
Everyone regards slaves as a major resource. Isn’t Rurik’s attitude different?
Compared to his own tribe, Rurik is at a very high level. Seeing that all the gray squirrel tribesmen have basically come out, Rurik has also figured out the countermeasures for their resettlement.
A stringed crossbow was aimed at these frightened people. Most of the sharp-eyed people didn't know what the "terrible short arrow" was until this moment. The weird weapon in the hands of those strong men was the short arrow launcher, and those who hit the arrow were killed.
The surrendered Mezzasta has been in fear, for fear that the Ross people will order a mass murder.
However, everyone is already fat on the chopping board, and now they can only follow the arrangement of the Ross people.
"Are all your people out?" Rurik put on a proud posture, but he was clearly a child, and he couldn't frighten everyone here.
Mezzasta hurriedly complimented: "All the living have come out, and now in our mountain fort, there are only the dead."
Rurik squinted and warned: "Really? My tribe is about to enter the mountain fort. Those who do not evacuate are our enemies and must be executed. Do you know?!"
Mezzasta hesitated, because a handful of seriously injured people did not die. There is also a person detained in the cellar, the Woimakashad who has a certain relationship with the Varang.
By now, he knew that he could only protect the remaining people who were able to walk around on their own.
"My master, we all understand. We are your slaves, and we listen and respect."
"Is that really the case?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes. We are your loyal servants."
Rurik shook his head: "No! You are all my slaves. Remember, your master is me, Rurik! What is your name?"
"I am Metzasta, the leader of the tribe."
"You were defeated and became my slaves. I should have taken you apart and distributed them evenly to my people."
When Metzasta heard this, he immediately appeared horrified. He knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly: "Great people of Ross, I just ask you not to break us up. We...all of us, now elect you to be our leader. "
"Oh?" Rurik thought it was very interesting, because even in the language of ancient Finns, leader and slave owner were completely different concepts.
For Rurik, he didn't like the status of "slave owner", he naturally found this vocabulary dirty. Although his identity is clearly the slave owner now, if he can have a more gentle identity, he feels a little more comfortable in his heart.
"Being your leader? It's not impossible. However, I am already your master. I can preserve your integrity and protect your lives, but you must show loyalty."
"Yes! Great boss, I want to offer you a gift." In order to survive, Mezzasta turned into a hound and tried his best to cater to his new master.
He felt that he helped the tribe to find the most advantageous way to survive, and this noble man named Rurik was obviously more reasonable.
Metzasta quickly pulled out a pair of his children from the crowd.
Ten-year-old Telavis has been pouting reluctantly, and eight-year-old Saiporava’s sluggish expression is like a leaf drifting with the flow.
Mezzastar ordered the two children to kneel in front of Rurik, and further ordered the two to kiss Rurik's boots.
"What do you mean?!"
How is Mezzasta's heart willing? For the future safety of the majority of the tribe, he feels that as a leader, he needs to pay a lot of sacrifices. If two children are sacrificed in exchange for the safety of the entire tribe, this is appropriate.
Mezzasta complimented: "My master, these are my two children. My daughter can be a personal servant, and my son can fight for you."
What is this? Marry me?
The little girl who looked at it was only Vinono, she was obviously frightened and silly, this mechanical kneeling posture, Rurik felt pity.
But the boy who was a little shorter than himself, and was said to be ten years old, was clearly a stubborn calf.
Seeing that his son didn't kneel down, Mezzasta panicked, and immediately kicked his son on the knee.
Telavis' face was stubborn, he fell and got up immediately, then fell and got up again.
"He's very stubborn..." As he said, Rurik drew his short sword.
When Metzasta was shocked, he saw Telavis, who was only ten years old, suddenly rushed to Rurik, eager to fight with both hands. However, this trick is meaningless to Rurik, who is proficient in wrestling.
Rurik was taken aback, and after a clean leg-sweeping movement, he pressed the attacker under his body, and Rurik’s dagger was directly against the man’s neck.
Jeflo didn't even react, seeing that his master had solved the battle perfectly. While he felt a little relieved, he immediately made his men walk three steps forward, and the crossbow he was holding was fired at any time.
Because of the crazy behavior of the youngest son, Mezzasta knelt on the ground with trembling, and begged: "My master! He is still a child! Please don't be impulsive, please forgive him."
"Why?! He is clearly attacking me."
At the same time, Otto had quietly appeared behind Rurik with all the warriors in chain mail. Otto was deliberately delegating power, he decided to be a spectator, watching Rurik handle the matter of the conquest properly.
There was a little disturbance, and Rurik was in complete control of the situation. While Otto was at ease, he couldn't help but doubt whether these people were still deliberately resisting.
Rurik quickly noticed the existence of his father. The elites in armor were all here. I was afraid that once the father gave an order in anger, wouldn't the surrender here be wiped out like melons and vegetables? Then it is not in line with their wishes.
Even in such a crisis, Telavis, who was firmly suppressed, was stunned to find that he could not counterattack back, and the horror of the sword flashing around his neck.
Telavis was still not convinced, he shouted: "You! I should have shot you with a bow! You escaped! Now I... I have no chance. You killed me."
Rurik was really taken aback, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened: "What? You are the archer?"
"It's me! You are lucky for not shooting you."
"My luck? No, that is fate. You are destined to be our servants."
"No! I'm not convinced!" Telavis tried his best to let out a shout of resistance.
"Are you dissatisfied? You are defeated, you are the losers. I can save your life as long as you are willing to be my slave. Trust me, this is a reward for you."
humiliation? sad? In fact, Telavis didn't have so many thoughts about real children, even his father Mezzasta, the first thing he thought of was how to live.
Telavis' only thought was to long for a duel with his opponent on equal terms.
"I... I want to fight with you. As long as you beat me, I will be your servant. If I win, my people will be free."
The Ross army present, everyone who knows the language of the local people thinks what this son said is too ridiculous.
The loser makes sense to the winner? What kind of system is it?
On the contrary, Rurik took the sword in public, and loosened the legs that suppressed Telavis's getting up.
"Since you are going to fight? Come on!" After that, Rurik took off his sword, dragged it to the chain mail, gave it to his father, and explained his thoughts.
"You don't need to fight them. That kid can't beat you, why is this?" While Otto had doubts, he also ordered all his soldiers to act as spectators.
Rurik’s answer is also very subtle: "That kid is a bit like us, he fights, and sticks to the end. You also appreciate this quality."
This said that in Otto's heart, a competition is possible. Although his son must have won a big victory, he is using the power of freedom as a bet. How can these losers claim that as long as they fight and win, they must be restored to freedom?
But Rurik made a solemn promise just to show his identity.
On one side was a group of survivors of the gray squirrel tribe, and on the other side was a proud Ross warrior in chain mail.
Rurik and Telavis stared at each other.
Rurik's eyes were torch, and his eyes pointed directly at his enemies. "I am the successor of the leader of the Ross tribe. You are the successor of the leader of the gray squirrel tribe. You and I represent each tribe. Now, I give you a chance. You are called. What's the name?"
"Taravis."
"Okay! Telavis, this is our agreement, and it is also an agreement that is watched by God. I will keep the promise. And you, if you are still defeated, you must truly be my servant."
"I will not be defeated!" Telavis said firmly, "I will interrupt your front teeth, and you will beg. But if I lose, I will be your servant. I swear to our God."
"Very good. Come on then!" Rurik stretched out his right hand and made a provocative move, although he didn't think the other party knew what a **** meant.
After all the provocation was fruitful, the kid rushed over.
Fighting is fighting. Rülik is indeed a little younger than Terravis. In terms of overall quality, Rülik is a complete victory. What's more, this North Germanic body is inherently more sturdier than the Finns.
Leuric looked at the opportunity, first accurately interrupted Telavis' crumbling deciduous teeth with an elbow, then used several grappling techniques to press it on the ground again. Rurik deliberately broke Telavis' finger, tending to break it.
Everything is expected, how does Otto feel so familiar with this scene?
"It hurts! It hurts! My master, I surrender!"
"Ah! Stop breaking."
"Have you surrendered? Did you admit that you were defeated?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes! I surrender, I will be loyal to you."
At this moment Rurik was willing to believe it, and then let go of his hand.
Finally, the unruly Tyravis was finally tamed. He knelt down on his own initiative and told the story of his archery with a mouth with open teeth, and then expressed surrender.
"Are you the archer? I really can't tell if you are still a master archery?!"
Kneeling Telavis offered himself and said: "I can do a lot for you. I am an excellent archer~www.novelhall.com~ as long as you can protect the safety of our people."
"Of course, I'm an honest person, and you can trust it." At this moment, Rurik's frantically spinning mind thought of Temujin's conquering the only thing, and then giving him a name.
Rurik could not think otherwise, because Zhebie means "arrow", and the name Telavis is also related to arrows.
"Okay! You admire your archery skills very much. As long as you really surrender, you shoot arrows to me, I will not take it seriously. I will arrange things for you, such as making you train a group of archers. You. Fight for me and you will also be rewarded."
Rurik's words concealed the future arrangements for Telavis. What Rurik needs is a right-hand man and a coach in military training. This boy has excellent archery skills at a young age. Isn't he a genius like Zhebye?
Accounting for its income is the right way.
And the survivors of the gray squirrel tribe who were servants, Rurik chose a brand new future for them, an arrangement that made these masters of squirrel catching an unexpected arrangement that had nothing to do with catching squirrels. That arrangement. , But it is a major benefit to the Ross people.
The temporary job of twenty Russ is to madly throw the heads on the sled into the wall. According to Rurik, this can scare the enemy and force them to surrender.As many as seven hundred heads were thrown in the past, and these terrifying existences were all within the high walls of the noisy hill. Those women and children who took refuge in unknown places, how did they think that they would see so many hideous and miserable heads in their lifetimes, and the entire tribe of gray squirrels fell into crazy screams.Rurik, as well as the warriors he was in the front line, heard a lot of screams from women."This is the reinforcement you are looking forward to! This is the head of your reinforcement! You have completely failed! Surrender and be our slaves, and you will not be killed. Otherwise, we will break your walls and everyone will die."Rurik spoke in the ancient Sami language he had learned from Lumia, and of course the Corvins could understand it completely.The mountain fort was full of hideous heads, and Mezzasta was already discouraged. All the warriors who wanted to fight, including his 10-year-old son, have now had a nervous breakdown.Rurik continued to roar: "The salmon-catching tribe has become our servants, and their clansmen have been treated kindly! Now, there are only two choices before you! Be our servants! Or be killed!"Mezzasta thought to himself, isn't that kid actually from Varanga? But a child of a certain tribe who is subordinate to the Varangans?He felt that the language spoken by Rurik made people feel a touch of kindness, that is, the content of the language made people feel bad.After a fierce ideological struggle, Mezzasta stood up resolutely.The sudden appearance of a man caused Yevlo's crossbowmen to aim their sights at him one after another.Mezzasta plucked up the courage and shouted: "As long as we give up resistance and be your slaves! Can my people continue to live?"Rurik was very happy that the enemy had the willingness to cooperate, so he shouted: "I! Rurik! Heir to the leader of the Rus! People blessed by the great **** Odin! Master of all deer breeders! One of the catching salmon tribes Master! Who are you?!"Mezzasta's heart was tight, and he didn't think that the kid was not young, although he didn't understand some vocabulary at all. But Mechasta knows a little bit about the legend of the Rus. He first knew the concept of the "Russ" and knew that the tribe belonged to the Varanga. It's just that he never thought that Varangal's combat effectiveness was so crazy."I...my name is Mechasta. The leader of the grey squirrel tribe, this is our land, you...why did you attack us?"Why? A very good but meaningless question.There is a bit of a pitfall for Rurik on this issue, but what good is it for now?Rurik shouted: "People of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, this is your destiny! All Corvins will become slaves to our Rus people. This is your destiny. All of you! I belong to Rurik. Servant! I can swear to the gods here. You surrender! Be my servant! All men! Women! And children! All men! Women! And children! All will be guaranteed of life! As long as you decide to give up resistance! You!"Rurik stretched out his hand and pointed straight at Mezzasta: "You. Kneel in front of me and kiss my boots, and swear to be my servant. All of you will be protected for life. If you refuse! Everyone will die."Mezzasta knew that these guys were absolutely serious, and what was very bad was that he had no capital to continue fighting.He couldn't help but finally hooked the head of his own struggle and ordered his frightened tribe to move out all the debris that was blocking the gate.Grey Squirrel Hill, Kaesong surrender!This decision was of course opposed and questioned by some people. Many women knelt on the ground and begged the leader not to do so.Mezzasta's attitude was very decisive: "You all get up! The Ross people have already sworn to their god! As long as we surrender, everyone can live. Otherwise, everyone will die."Metzastad was still surrounded by some women, but some other women had already begun to carry the clutter.More and more people are shaken up, and they pin their chances of survival on the charity of the Roths.Gradually, all the Ross people, including Rurik, noticed the big wooden door that had been knocked close to the frame, and finally showed signs of opening.A crack was opened in the wooden door, and someone came out vigilantly. That person is not someone else, but the man who stood on the wall before.The wooden door gradually opened completely, arousing strong agitation in the Rus army.Ottole ordered everyone to keep quiet and never attacked rashly.Behind Mezzasta were hundreds of people in doubt, and he came to beg for surrender on behalf of all the living people.Rurik stood proudly, behind him were crossbowmen with crossbow arrows and majestic swordsmen and shields."Come on! Servant. Prove your loyalty!" Rurik said with a dagger.Mezzasta looked dignified. When he was leaving, he stuck his ancestral iron sword directly on the ground and opened his hands to prove that he had no weapons.He approached Rurik and suddenly knelt on the ground. Without a word, he kissed Rurik's boots, and finally knelt straight. A big man kneeled to a child, Mezzasta felt a sense of humiliation, and he could only do so for the possibility of tribal people's survival."My master, will you keep your promise?" Metzasta asked cautiously.Rurik smiled in a good mood: "Of course! I swear to the gods! As long as you surrender sincerely, I will keep your promise. Is your surrender sincere?"Mezzasta always felt that the Ross people were easily irritated and repented. He hurriedly said: "We are sincere.""Okay! You stand up, let all your people come out, and you come to comfort them. My people will enter your mountain fort. Remember, anyone who has not been evacuated is a mortal enemy."In this way, the survivors of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, with great anxiety, supported each other, and walked out of the fort that they had held for a long time with bare hands.A large number of Ross fighters, they saw a large number of people coming out, and there was a fire in their eyes.The Ross people didn't have any hatred for these mountain fort guards, because Otto's pre-war agitation, everyone saw those people as a lot of treasure. If it were not for Otto to control the whole situation, a large group would rush to grab their own slaves by themselves.But no one dared to disobey the order, and everyone was unwilling to watch those guards leave the mountain fort and gather again. Obviously, Rurik is now the master of those people.Every slave can be exchanged for a sum of money after resale, which can be his own living expenses for half a year, or simply enlist the slave to do work and earn his own income. Or simply upgrade female slaves to wives.Everyone regards slaves as a major resource. Isn't Rurik's attitude different?Compared to his own tribe, Rurik is at a very high level. Seeing that all the gray squirrel tribesmen have basically come out, Rurik has also figured out the countermeasures for their resettlement.A stringed crossbow was aimed at these frightened people. Most of the sharp-eyed people didn't know what the "terrible short arrow" was until this moment. The weird weapon in the hands of those strong men was the short arrow launcher, and those who hit the arrow were killed.The surrendered Mezzasta has been in fear, for fear that the Ross people will order a mass murder.However, everyone is already fat on the chopping board, and now they can only follow the arrangement of the Ross people."Are all your people out?" Rurik put on a proud posture, but he was clearly a child, and he couldn't frighten everyone here.Mezzasta hurriedly complimented: "All the living have come out, and now in our mountain fort, there are only the dead."Rurik squinted and warned: "Really? My tribe is about to enter the mountain fort. Those who do not evacuate are our enemies and must be executed. Do you know?!"Mezzasta hesitated, because a handful of seriously injured people did not die. There is also a person detained in the cellar, the Woimakashad who has a certain relationship with the Varang.By now, he knew that he could only protect the remaining people who were able to walk around on their own."My master, we all understand. We are your slaves, and we listen and respect.""Is that really the case?" Rurik asked deliberately."Yes. We are your loyal servants."Rurik shook his head: "No! You are all my slaves. Remember, your master is me, Rurik! What is your name?""I am Metzasta, the leader of the tribe.""You were defeated and became my slaves. I should have taken you apart and distributed them evenly to my people."When Metzasta heard this, he immediately appeared horrified. He knelt on the ground and pleaded bitterly: "Great people of Ross, I just ask you not to break us up. We...all of us, now elect you to be our leader. ""Oh?" Rurik thought it was very interesting, because even in the language of ancient Finns, leader and slave owner were completely different concepts.For Rurik, he didn't like the status of "slave owner", he naturally found this vocabulary dirty. Although his identity is clearly the slave owner now, if he can have a more gentle identity, he feels a little more comfortable in his heart."Being your leader? It's not impossible. However, I am already your master. I can preserve your integrity and protect your lives, but you must show loyalty.""Yes! Great boss, I want to offer you a gift." In order to survive, Mezzasta turned into a hound and tried his best to cater to his new master.He felt that he helped the tribe to find the most advantageous way to survive, and this noble man named Rurik was obviously more reasonable.Metzasta quickly pulled out a pair of his children from the crowd.Ten-year-old Telavis has been pouting reluctantly, and eight-year-old Saiporava's sluggish expression is like a leaf drifting with the flow.Mezzastar ordered the two children to kneel in front of Rurik, and further ordered the two to kiss Rurik's boots."What do you mean?!"How is Mezzasta's heart willing? For the future safety of the majority of the tribe, he feels that as a leader, he needs to pay a lot of sacrifices. If two children are sacrificed in exchange for the safety of the entire tribe, this is appropriate.Mezzasta complimented: "My master, these are my two children. My daughter can be a personal servant, and my son can fight for you."What is this? Marry me?The little girl who looked at it was only Vinono, she was obviously frightened and silly, this mechanical kneeling posture, Rurik felt pity.But the boy who was a little shorter than himself, and was said to be ten years old, was clearly a stubborn calf.Seeing that his son didn't kneel down, Mezzasta panicked, and immediately kicked his son on the knee.Telavis' face was stubborn, he fell and got up immediately, then fell and got up again."He's very stubborn..." As he said, Rurik drew his short sword.When Metzasta was shocked, he saw Telavis, who was only ten years old, suddenly rushed to Rurik, eager to fight with both hands. However, this trick is meaningless to Rurik, who is proficient in wrestling.Rurik was taken aback, and after a clean leg-sweeping movement, he pressed the attacker under his body, and Rurik's dagger was directly against the man's neck.Jeflo didn't even react, seeing that his master had solved the battle perfectly. While he felt a little relieved, he immediately made his men walk three steps forward, and the crossbow he was holding was fired at any time.Because of the crazy behavior of the youngest son, Mezzasta knelt on the ground with trembling, and begged: "My master! He is still a child! Please don't be impulsive, please forgive him.""Why?! He is clearly attacking me."At the same time, Otto had quietly appeared behind Rurik with all the warriors in chain mail. Otto was deliberately delegating power, he decided to be a spectator, watching Rurik handle the matter of the conquest properly.There was a little disturbance, and Rurik was in complete control of the situation. While Otto was at ease, he couldn't help but doubt whether these people were still deliberately resisting.Rurik quickly noticed the existence of his father. The elites in armor were all here. I was afraid that once the father gave an order in anger, wouldn't the surrender here be wiped out like melons and vegetables? Then it is not in line with their wishes.Even in such a crisis, Telavis, who was firmly suppressed, was stunned to find that he could not counterattack back, and the horror of the sword flashing around his neck.Telavis was still not convinced, he shouted: "You! I should have shot you with a bow! You escaped! Now I... I have no chance. You killed me."Rurik was really taken aback, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened: "What? You are the archer?""It's me! You are lucky for not shooting you.""My luck? No, that is fate. You are destined to be our servants.""No! I'm not convinced!" Telavis tried his best to let out a shout of resistance."Are you dissatisfied? You are defeated, you are the losers. I can save your life as long as you are willing to be my slave. Trust me, this is a reward for you."humiliation? sad? In fact, Telavis didn't have so many thoughts about real children, even his father Mezzasta, the first thing he thought of was how to live.Telavis' only thought was to long for a duel with his opponent on equal terms."I... I want to fight with you. As long as you beat me, I will be your servant. If I win, my people will be free."The Ross army present, everyone who knows the language of the local people thinks what this son said is too ridiculous.The loser makes sense to the winner? What kind of system is it?On the contrary, Rurik took the sword in public, and loosened the legs that suppressed Telavis's getting up."Since you are going to fight? Come on!" After that, Rurik took off his sword, dragged it to the chain mail, gave it to his father, and explained his thoughts."You don't need to fight them. That kid can't beat you, why is this?" While Otto had doubts, he also ordered all his soldiers to act as spectators.Rurik's answer is also very subtle: "That kid is a bit like us, he fights, and sticks to the end. You also appreciate this quality."This said that in Otto's heart, a competition is possible. Although his son must have won a big victory, he is using the power of freedom as a bet. How can these losers claim that as long as they fight and win, they must be restored to freedom?But Rurik made a solemn promise just to show his identity.On one side was a group of survivors of the gray squirrel tribe, and on the other side was a proud Ross warrior in chain mail.Rurik and Telavis stared at each other.Rurik's eyes were torch, and his eyes pointed directly at his enemies. "I am the successor of the leader of the Ross tribe. You are the successor of the leader of the gray squirrel tribe. You and I represent each tribe. Now, I give you a chance. You are called. What's the name?""Taravis.""Okay! Telavis, this is our agreement, and it is also an agreement that is watched by God. I will keep the promise. And you, if you are still defeated, you must truly be my servant.""I will not be defeated!" Telavis said firmly, "I will interrupt your front teeth, and you will beg. But if I lose, I will be your servant. I swear to our God.""Very good. Come on then!" Rurik stretched out his right hand and made a provocative move, although he didn't think the other party knew what a **** meant.After all the provocation was fruitful, the kid rushed over.Fighting is fighting. Rlik is indeed a little younger than Terravis. In terms of overall quality, Rlik is a complete victory. What's more, this North Germanic body is inherently more sturdier than the Finns.Leuric looked at the opportunity, first accurately interrupted Telavis' crumbling deciduous teeth with an elbow, then used several grappling techniques to press it on the ground again. Rurik deliberately broke Telavis' finger, tending to break it.Everything is expected, how does Otto feel so familiar with this scene?"It hurts! It hurts! My master, I surrender!""Ah! Stop breaking.""Have you surrendered? Did you admit that you were defeated?" Rurik asked deliberately."Yes! I surrender, I will be loyal to you."At this moment Rurik was willing to believe it, and then let go of his hand.Finally, the unruly Tyravis was finally tamed. He knelt down on his own initiative and told the story of his archery with a mouth with open teeth, and then expressed surrender."Are you the archer? I really can't tell if you are still a master archery?!"Kneeling Telavis offered himself and said: "I can do a lot for you. I am an excellent archer~www.novelhall.com~ as long as you can protect the safety of our people.""Of course, I'm an honest person, and you can trust it." At this moment, Rurik's frantically spinning mind thought of Temujin's conquering the only thing, and then giving him a name.Rurik could not think otherwise, because Zhebie means "arrow", and the name Telavis is also related to arrows."Okay! You admire your archery skills very much. As long as you really surrender, you shoot arrows to me, I will not take it seriously. I will arrange things for you, such as making you train a group of archers. You. Fight for me and you will also be rewarded."Rurik's words concealed the future arrangements for Telavis. What Rurik needs is a right-hand man and a coach in military training. This boy has excellent archery skills at a young age. Isn't he a genius like Zhebye?Accounting for its income is the right way.And the survivors of the gray squirrel tribe who were servants, Rurik chose a brand new future for them, an arrangement that made these masters of squirrel catching an unexpected arrangement that had nothing to do with catching squirrels. That arrangement. , But it is a major benefit to the Ross people.
