Chapter 293: Ross's Spuyut expedition goes upstream
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Rurik didn't want to make a fuss about what the so-called bonfire meeting was doing, even if it was reminiscences of the past, it should end here.
He wanted to finish quickly, and no longer need to spend the night on the shore, he simply hugged the buckskin and a layer of linen bedding, and ran to sleep on the dry and flat long boat.
Finally, when the critical moment came, Rülik ordered his people to shut up. He approached Mezzasta. "Now I will tell you one thing. The expedition you sent is wiped out, and my tribe has nothing to lose. Those people are all annihilated. Dead, I can completely ignore the corpses of those people and let them be eaten by the snow wolves. But I got the order of the god, so before we left, most of the corpse capital was converged. All the corpses gathered at the foot of the mountain. Depression."
Mezzasta was shaking all over when he heard it. He didn't know how to evaluate the child in front of him or why he had to tell himself this suddenly. They are savage guys, but they show kindness. and many more! Is it really kind? There is also a hint of threat!
Thinking about it in another way, Mechasta asked himself, in the past tribal wars, he wouldn't care about the corpses of the fallen hostile Salmon Lord tribal people, and simply let them decay and return to nature.
Metzasta suppressed his emotions, "They... are all there?"
"Right at the foot of the mountain, I think it will be easy to find them. Tomorrow most of us will go to the hills and continue to develop the mines that have been developed by your people. As for the dead, I want to build a joint burial tomb for them, Near the mountain fort is your cemetery. I know your traditions. So build a joint burial tomb. The area in the future will be your tribe’s cemetery. I think you can accept my arrangement."
Metzasta hated it again, just watching the handsome boy and the boy's decision, he really couldn't hate it.
Mezzasta is a rational person, knowing what to do to bring the tribe's advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Absolutely rational considerations, the expedition team members are dead if they die, and it's useless to say anything. Now, the important thing is to appease the hearts of the Buraku people who are still alive.
At least until now, the Ross people have not interfered with the sacrificial activities of their tribes. Instead, the tribesmen have received good food treatment, and now they have better housing. Even the leader of Yururik really understands Kewen!
Metzastad had tears in his eyes, fully agreeing with all Rurik's determination.
His face looked at the hills faintly under the starlight not far away, and a sense of familiarity in a strangeness sprang up spontaneously.
so similar! If you build a walled mountain fort, set up a cemetery, an altar, and put some canoes on the river beach, all this is too much like hometown!
His face returned to his senses and looked at Rurik: "I also made a decision. From now on, our tribe will no longer call itself gray squirrels. We have a brand new name, and we are iron squirrels!"
"Really?" Rurik responded with a smile: "It's still called Stella Olava. Your tribe needs to be named after steel. Because we Rus people will make steel as long as we get a chance. This is our prosperity. The key to this. Mezzasta, you should be happy for your decision, your master is destined to be the strongest of the Varangians."
It sounds like something to be happy about. However, the Ross people generally do not understand the "language of the Corvins" spoken by Rurik. They followed up and babbled, but Mezzasta was excited and crying at the same time. There was a panic of fear.
Because in his opinion, this Varanga kid who is a little younger than his own son, he has huge ambitions, and his vision is beyond his own imagination. He, is he going to conquer "all the places where you can set foot and ship"?
what! After all, the tribe changed its name to "Iron Squirrel". They have always hoped to live an uncontested life by the riverside of the dense forest. What ambitions can they have?
So when the people of other steel squirrel tribes knew that they needed to build their own new homes just like building old mountain fortresses, everyone was very happy.
And when everyone learned that the dead bodies of those expeditions had a definite fate, they blew up immediately!
Because many survivors’ sons or husbands were part of the expedition! They gathered around the shaman of their tribe, praying that she would wait until tomorrow everyone found all the corpses, and make a sacrifice for the dead relatives, so that their souls wandering in the cold world can return to the souls of the Corvin people. The sea rests in peace.
The people on the expedition are there! In a snow nest at the foot of the mountain!
This night, the people who have been renamed the Iron Squirrel Tribe, can't let go of their hearts when they think that the tribe is still in the wilderness, until the extreme exhaustion comes, they all fall asleep.
What to do tomorrow, Rurik and his guys have made arrangements.
The night has come, and before dawn, it's best not to think too much about it.
He lay on the flagship long ship that was towed to the shore, covered the interior of the relatively flat ship with deerskin, and then wrapped in bedding to rest.
He did not ask about the many feelings of the brothers and sisters Telavis about the deceased in the mine, but they were on the same boat. He could hear the siblings whispering and know their regret for the dead of the tribe.
On the banks of the big river, this place was supposed to be absolutely wild, a place of pure nature undiscovered by humans, but now the Ross people have planted deep stakes here, and towns are about to rise from the ground, and the barren land must be It will be full of popularity and the heat of hot steel.
The construction site by the river fell into temporary silence, the bonfire was still crackling, and the air was floating with a faint smell of pine resin burning. The drier ground toasted by the flames was piled with all kinds of wooden strips and unprocessed logs.
There is even a huge pine tree that has been chopped off all its branches lying alone here. It was dragged out of the woods by more than 20 strong guys.
Rose's young people noticed the unique timber resources here!
Unlike the territory where Roseburg is located, the huge pine or oak trees near the hometown have been cut down almost. With the development of the shipbuilding industry for more than a year, the tribe's demand for wood is increasing day by day.
Everyone originally came to the north to explore mineral resources. People who are highly sensitive to navigation instantly realized the importance of wood resources here.
Big tree! Very tall tree! It is a big tree that has basically disappeared in the hometown.
Although in the eyes of the Ross people, the best boat material is the oak tree, but the oak tree tends to grow a little crookedly, and the more common red pine has become an important substitute. The hardness of pine trees is a little less than that of oak trees, which can be judged by the people of Ross through experience.
A group of breathtaking giant red pine was found near the new settlement. People must cut it down and dig in the trunk to make it an excellent canoe.
However, its greatest value lies in the keel! The red pine is too high. Take the hardest part of its core and chisel it into a strip to make it dry naturally. It is an excellent keel material, based on which the Russ can build larger ships.
A new day is coming in the chilly breeze.
The whole world was immersed in the thin sea fog, and when the sun rose, the fog quickly dissipated.
One night's sleep, Lurik, does not give himself a good rest.
"It's because of the boats and cars. I have to sleep until noon at least. Alas, let's get up. I must take them to the mine at noon today." He patted his face to cheer up, then sat up and saw that it had started. The working crowd.
Generally speaking, the Ross people only eat two meals a day, that is, one meal when they wake up and one meal in the evening. Only those who do heavy physical labor will have a meal at noon, so for everyone, this evening meal is a regular meal.
Rurik at least popularized three meals a day for his young subordinates, or because of daily training, many children were forced to be hungry and really tried their best to eat more.
In the early morning, the aroma of boiled oatmeal rippled over the camp, or looking for this strong coveted aroma, a group of fishermen instead of turning around and returning to their hometowns, they steered sailing fishing boats directly to the beach.
When Rurik noticed their arrival, he couldn't help but feel moved.
Some audacious young fishermen, how much they wish they could be a part of the one hundred selected warriors, followers of Rurik, and hope that they and their descendants will become the top cronies of Rurik who will be in power in the future.
In fact, only five small fishing boats washed up the beach, and only 20 fishermen landed. They are both young and promising, and most of them are brothers and best friends on the same boat.
Having just eaten hot salty oatmeal porridge, Rurik feels energetic, and it seems that the next five kilometers inland cross-country will not be difficult.
The fishermen's sudden landing made him very happy. After all, the reality lies here. He really overestimates the rate at which new towns can be built with just the people on hand. He needs more strong labor.
Rurik stood up, accepting his tribe’s fist hammering his heart with the warrior-like luggage.
The leader of the fisherman is called Spuyut. He and his companions did not participate in the northern hunting, nor did they participate in the crusade against Gotland, perhaps simply because they were very young.
These twenty fishermen are generally only twenty years old this year. Compared with other fighters, they have never been on the battlefield. Even though they have hunted land beasts, and used harpoons to stab beluga and seals, they are still too immature.
"Master War Chief, we are here to work for you."
"Oh?" Rurik was a little surprised, "I thought you were going fishing at night and you wanted to give me a catch."
"My lord, we really want to work for you. We can cut wood, build houses, and repair ships for you."
"I understand." Rurik pinched his waist and grabbed the conversation. "You want some compensation, just like everyone else. Even if you are tired from work and earn a silver coin in three days, the food is free. You don't want to miss this kind of good thing."
Hearing it, the fisherman Spuyute smiled naively and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Rurik is smart, much smarter than all children.
Rurik did not appreciate his face: "Your goal is actually to obtain silver coins. Don't you think that if you come and do things for me uninvited, I must give you benefits."
Spuyut was a little flustered. He looked at the expressions of the brothers of the other tribes around Rurik again. For a moment, he was deeply timid, and his steps became a little weak.
"If you refuse. I think we will leave." With that, some fishermen have already begun to retreat.
"Wait!" Rurik beckoned.
"My lord, there are orders?"
In an instant, Rurik glanced at the rushing river, thinking that the thoughts that had sprung up yesterday could be implemented immediately with the help of these fishermen.
"You can work for me, but not construction." As he said, Rurik's little finger pointed to the upper reaches of the river. "You go retrograde along the river and explore the fish in the river for me. I don't believe that you can't catch a few fish in this sea area, and you still can't do it in the river."
"Let's go fishing for river fish? Can this work?"
"Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration. He stomped his feet: "Oh! Who knows how many resources are in this area? We caught a lot of ferrets and snow rabbits in this area in winter. You might be able to catch some small beasts if you go upstream."
This reminder is really reminiscent of many things.
Spuyute suddenly realized: "Spring is here, the hibernating black bears, and the wandering white bears, they should all appear. The bears in my hometown have been hunted to death, maybe here..."
"Good idea! Just do it!"
Rurik can be sure that there must be more polar bears inhabiting the land north of the Gulf of Bothnia than people. How many do they have, 30,000 heads, 50,000 heads, or more. Maybe the ice floes on the Arctic Ocean are full of polar bears wandering around.
To rebuild a Corvinian-style mountain fort, one purpose is to defend against a sneak attack by polar bears.
The leather of the polar bear is a kind of treasure. Bear meat is also a good meat. It is a difficult task to hunt a strong bear weighing nearly a ton. Killed, the hunter engaged became prey.
The fishermen were here, and Lurik immediately recruited five mercenaries under his command, and gave this mercenary warrior equipped with a crossbow with a special mission—to follow the fishing boat to explore and find large prey directly to shoot.
Discovering and hunting bears, wolves, foxes, and reindeer are all things fishermen need to do.
Rurik offered a set of conditions, that is, according to the traditional leather purchase price of the Rus people, he bought all the fresh leather by himself. Including the meat of the prey, as well as the catch, Rurik is willing to spend money to buy it.
His only warning is that once he encounters the so-called "summer grazing" deer breeders, he must not take the initiative to shoot them, but must use powerful means to capture them, and finally bring them all back to the camp.
They are just a Ross expedition going up against the current and obedient to Rurik! Five small fishing boats with a total of twenty-five people!
They got a brand new order, and fortunately they got the opportunity to do things for Rurik, everyone got an honor.
Of course, in addition to the relatively vain honor, Rurik, who has been "especially fond of abide by the contract," promised to buy real money and all the good things discovered by the expedition.
In order to obtain great benefits and honor, the fishermen did not stay any longer. As the mercenary soldiers carrying steel-armed crossbows got on the boat, the fishermen felt that their strength greatly increased.
Five small boats moved upstream, each with four paddle blades paddling regularly, and the large sails that were raised from the south wind were no longer as sharp as a knife. They gradually disappeared into Rurik and other people watching from the shore. In sight.
Kawei always stood by Rurik, watching the fishing boat drift away, gradually being hidden by the dark green forest.
"Rurik, do you really think they can hunt down a batch of white bears?"
"Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, "Regardless of whether they succeed or not, this area will always be our territory. From here, it continues to the Oulu River of the Corvin, and Murmansk in the east of us. On the peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, the deer breeders who live in it must all be my servants."
Rurik said a lot, and Kawei vaguely heard some strange words. "Rurik, what Moore? What sk? A peninsula?"
"Ah!" Rurik's small body was startled, and pointed to the endless river: "Everything here belongs to us! That's what God told me."
Kawei was surprised: "Ah~www.novelhall.com~ It seems you got the inspiration last night."
Similar rhetoric Liurik has long been tried, he casually said: "Even if we have not been to some areas, God has given me inspiration."
"Odin... what else is there to learn?"
"Yes!" Rurik smiled confidently, "There is a peninsula, the territory of the deer breeders. We are just north of the frozen sea at the end of the world, but there is a bay that never freezes. Let's go, we want to Climb to the mine. Remember! It was Odin who rewarded me with the battle of fate, and Odin who rewarded us with the mine. Next, it’s time for you to show your talents."
"Then let's go." Kawei turned around and looked at his tribe, "Everyone is ready. Those science people are ready, and your little men are also ready. Just wait for your order. Up!"
"Let's go!" After that, Rurik suddenly drew out his saber. Amid the buzzing of the blade, he roared: "Except for the brothers who stay behind and continue to build, everyone else, let me go to the mine!"
The tribesmen uttered inspiring roars, while the Kewen people seemed extremely urgent. They gathered together to form a mighty team, up to four hundred people!
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Rurik didn't want to make a fuss about what the so-called bonfire meeting was doing, even if it was reminiscences of the past, it should end here.
He wanted to finish quickly, and no longer need to spend the night on the shore, he simply hugged the buckskin and a layer of linen bedding, and ran to sleep on the dry and flat long boat.
Finally, when the critical moment came, Rülik ordered his people to shut up. He approached Mezzasta. "Now I will tell you one thing. The expedition you sent is wiped out, and my tribe has nothing to lose. Those people are all annihilated. Dead, I can completely ignore the corpses of those people and let them be eaten by the snow wolves. But I got the order of the god, so before we left, most of the corpse capital was converged. All the corpses gathered at the foot of the mountain. Depression."
Mezzasta was shaking all over when he heard it. He didn't know how to evaluate the child in front of him or why he had to tell himself this suddenly. They are savage guys, but they show kindness. and many more! Is it really kind? There is also a hint of threat!
Thinking about it in another way, Mechasta asked himself, in the past tribal wars, he wouldn't care about the corpses of the fallen hostile Salmon Lord tribal people, and simply let them decay and return to nature.
Metzasta suppressed his emotions, "They... are all there?"
"Right at the foot of the mountain, I think it will be easy to find them. Tomorrow most of us will go to the hills and continue to develop the mines that have been developed by your people. As for the dead, I want to build a joint burial tomb for them, Near the mountain fort is your cemetery. I know your traditions. So build a joint burial tomb. The area in the future will be your tribe’s cemetery. I think you can accept my arrangement."
Metzasta hated it again, just watching the handsome boy and the boy's decision, he really couldn't hate it.
Mezzasta is a rational person, knowing what to do to bring the tribe's advantages and avoid disadvantages.
Absolutely rational considerations, the expedition team members are dead if they die, and it's useless to say anything. Now, the important thing is to appease the hearts of the Buraku people who are still alive.
At least until now, the Ross people have not interfered with the sacrificial activities of their tribes. Instead, the tribesmen have received good food treatment, and now they have better housing. Even the leader of Yururik really understands Kewen!
Metzastad had tears in his eyes, fully agreeing with all Rurik's determination.
His face looked at the hills faintly under the starlight not far away, and a sense of familiarity in a strangeness sprang up spontaneously.
so similar! If you build a walled mountain fort, set up a cemetery, an altar, and put some canoes on the river beach, all this is too much like hometown!
His face returned to his senses and looked at Rurik: "I also made a decision. From now on, our tribe will no longer call itself gray squirrels. We have a brand new name, and we are iron squirrels!"
"Really?" Rurik responded with a smile: "It's still called Stella Olava. Your tribe needs to be named after steel. Because we Rus people will make steel as long as we get a chance. This is our prosperity. The key to this. Mezzasta, you should be happy for your decision, your master is destined to be the strongest of the Varangians."
It sounds like something to be happy about. However, the Ross people generally do not understand the "language of the Corvins" spoken by Rurik. They followed up and babbled, but Mezzasta was excited and crying at the same time. There was a panic of fear.
Because in his opinion, this Varanga kid who is a little younger than his own son, he has huge ambitions, and his vision is beyond his own imagination. He, is he going to conquer "all the places where you can set foot and ship"?
what! After all, the tribe changed its name to "Iron Squirrel". They have always hoped to live an uncontested life by the riverside of the dense forest. What ambitions can they have?
So when the people of other steel squirrel tribes knew that they needed to build their own new homes just like building old mountain fortresses, everyone was very happy.
And when everyone learned that the dead bodies of those expeditions had a definite fate, they blew up immediately!
Because many survivors’ sons or husbands were part of the expedition! They gathered around the shaman of their tribe, praying that she would wait until tomorrow everyone found all the corpses, and make a sacrifice for the dead relatives, so that their souls wandering in the cold world can return to the souls of the Corvin people. The sea rests in peace.
The people on the expedition are there! In a snow nest at the foot of the mountain!
This night, the people who have been renamed the Iron Squirrel Tribe, can't let go of their hearts when they think that the tribe is still in the wilderness, until the extreme exhaustion comes, they all fall asleep.
What to do tomorrow, Rurik and his guys have made arrangements.
The night has come, and before dawn, it's best not to think too much about it.
He lay on the flagship long ship that was towed to the shore, covered the interior of the relatively flat ship with deerskin, and then wrapped in bedding to rest.
He did not ask about the many feelings of the brothers and sisters Telavis about the deceased in the mine, but they were on the same boat. He could hear the siblings whispering and know their regret for the dead of the tribe.
On the banks of the big river, this place was supposed to be absolutely wild, a place of pure nature undiscovered by humans, but now the Ross people have planted deep stakes here, and towns are about to rise from the ground, and the barren land must be It will be full of popularity and the heat of hot steel.
The construction site by the river fell into temporary silence, the bonfire was still crackling, and the air was floating with a faint smell of pine resin burning. The drier ground toasted by the flames was piled with all kinds of wooden strips and unprocessed logs.
There is even a huge pine tree that has been chopped off all its branches lying alone here. It was dragged out of the woods by more than 20 strong guys.
Rose's young people noticed the unique timber resources here!
Unlike the territory where Roseburg is located, the huge pine or oak trees near the hometown have been cut down almost. With the development of the shipbuilding industry for more than a year, the tribe's demand for wood is increasing day by day.
Everyone originally came to the north to explore mineral resources. People who are highly sensitive to navigation instantly realized the importance of wood resources here.
Big tree! Very tall tree! It is a big tree that has basically disappeared in the hometown.
Although in the eyes of the Ross people, the best boat material is the oak tree, but the oak tree tends to grow a little crookedly, and the more common red pine has become an important substitute. The hardness of pine trees is a little less than that of oak trees, which can be judged by the people of Ross through experience.
A group of breathtaking giant red pine was found near the new settlement. People must cut it down and dig in the trunk to make it an excellent canoe.
However, its greatest value lies in the keel! The red pine is too high. Take the hardest part of its core and chisel it into a strip to make it dry naturally. It is an excellent keel material, based on which the Russ can build larger ships.
A new day is coming in the chilly breeze.
The whole world was immersed in the thin sea fog, and when the sun rose, the fog quickly dissipated.
One night's sleep, Lurik, does not give himself a good rest.
"It's because of the boats and cars. I have to sleep until noon at least. Alas, let's get up. I must take them to the mine at noon today." He patted his face to cheer up, then sat up and saw that it had started. The working crowd.
Generally speaking, the Ross people only eat two meals a day, that is, one meal when they wake up and one meal in the evening. Only those who do heavy physical labor will have a meal at noon, so for everyone, this evening meal is a regular meal.
Rurik at least popularized three meals a day for his young subordinates, or because of daily training, many children were forced to be hungry and really tried their best to eat more.
In the early morning, the aroma of boiled oatmeal rippled over the camp, or looking for this strong coveted aroma, a group of fishermen instead of turning around and returning to their hometowns, they steered sailing fishing boats directly to the beach.
When Rurik noticed their arrival, he couldn't help but feel moved.
Some audacious young fishermen, how much they wish they could be a part of the one hundred selected warriors, followers of Rurik, and hope that they and their descendants will become the top cronies of Rurik who will be in power in the future.
In fact, only five small fishing boats washed up the beach, and only 20 fishermen landed. They are both young and promising, and most of them are brothers and best friends on the same boat.
Having just eaten hot salty oatmeal porridge, Rurik feels energetic, and it seems that the next five kilometers inland cross-country will not be difficult.
The fishermen's sudden landing made him very happy. After all, the reality lies here. He really overestimates the rate at which new towns can be built with just the people on hand. He needs more strong labor.
Rurik stood up, accepting his tribe’s fist hammering his heart with the warrior-like luggage.
The leader of the fisherman is called Spuyut. He and his companions did not participate in the northern hunting, nor did they participate in the crusade against Gotland, perhaps simply because they were very young.
These twenty fishermen are generally only twenty years old this year. Compared with other fighters, they have never been on the battlefield. Even though they have hunted land beasts, and used harpoons to stab beluga and seals, they are still too immature.
"Master War Chief, we are here to work for you."
"Oh?" Rurik was a little surprised, "I thought you were going fishing at night and you wanted to give me a catch."
"My lord, we really want to work for you. We can cut wood, build houses, and repair ships for you."
"I understand." Rurik pinched his waist and grabbed the conversation. "You want some compensation, just like everyone else. Even if you are tired from work and earn a silver coin in three days, the food is free. You don't want to miss this kind of good thing."
Hearing it, the fisherman Spuyute smiled naively and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Rurik is smart, much smarter than all children.
Rurik did not appreciate his face: "Your goal is actually to obtain silver coins. Don't you think that if you come and do things for me uninvited, I must give you benefits."
Spuyut was a little flustered. He looked at the expressions of the brothers of the other tribes around Rurik again. For a moment, he was deeply timid, and his steps became a little weak.
"If you refuse. I think we will leave." With that, some fishermen have already begun to retreat.
"Wait!" Rurik beckoned.
"My lord, there are orders?"
In an instant, Rurik glanced at the rushing river, thinking that the thoughts that had sprung up yesterday could be implemented immediately with the help of these fishermen.
"You can work for me, but not construction." As he said, Rurik's little finger pointed to the upper reaches of the river. "You go retrograde along the river and explore the fish in the river for me. I don't believe that you can't catch a few fish in this sea area, and you still can't do it in the river."
"Let's go fishing for river fish? Can this work?"
"Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration. He stomped his feet: "Oh! Who knows how many resources are in this area? We caught a lot of ferrets and snow rabbits in this area in winter. You might be able to catch some small beasts if you go upstream."
This reminder is really reminiscent of many things.
Spuyute suddenly realized: "Spring is here, the hibernating black bears, and the wandering white bears, they should all appear. The bears in my hometown have been hunted to death, maybe here..."
"Good idea! Just do it!"
Rurik can be sure that there must be more polar bears inhabiting the land north of the Gulf of Bothnia than people. How many do they have, 30,000 heads, 50,000 heads, or more. Maybe the ice floes on the Arctic Ocean are full of polar bears wandering around.
To rebuild a Corvinian-style mountain fort, one purpose is to defend against a sneak attack by polar bears.
The leather of the polar bear is a kind of treasure. Bear meat is also a good meat. It is a difficult task to hunt a strong bear weighing nearly a ton. Killed, the hunter engaged became prey.
The fishermen were here, and Lurik immediately recruited five mercenaries under his command, and gave this mercenary warrior equipped with a crossbow with a special mission—to follow the fishing boat to explore and find large prey directly to shoot.
Discovering and hunting bears, wolves, foxes, and reindeer are all things fishermen need to do.
Rurik offered a set of conditions, that is, according to the traditional leather purchase price of the Rus people, he bought all the fresh leather by himself. Including the meat of the prey, as well as the catch, Rurik is willing to spend money to buy it.
His only warning is that once he encounters the so-called "summer grazing" deer breeders, he must not take the initiative to shoot them, but must use powerful means to capture them, and finally bring them all back to the camp.
They are just a Ross expedition going up against the current and obedient to Rurik! Five small fishing boats with a total of twenty-five people!
They got a brand new order, and fortunately they got the opportunity to do things for Rurik, everyone got an honor.
Of course, in addition to the relatively vain honor, Rurik, who has been "especially fond of abide by the contract," promised to buy real money and all the good things discovered by the expedition.
In order to obtain great benefits and honor, the fishermen did not stay any longer. As the mercenary soldiers carrying steel-armed crossbows got on the boat, the fishermen felt that their strength greatly increased.
Five small boats moved upstream, each with four paddle blades paddling regularly, and the large sails that were raised from the south wind were no longer as sharp as a knife. They gradually disappeared into Rurik and other people watching from the shore. In sight.
Kawei always stood by Rurik, watching the fishing boat drift away, gradually being hidden by the dark green forest.
"Rurik, do you really think they can hunt down a batch of white bears?"
"Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, "Regardless of whether they succeed or not, this area will always be our territory. From here, it continues to the Oulu River of the Corvin, and Murmansk in the east of us. On the peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, the deer breeders who live in it must all be my servants."
Rurik said a lot, and Kawei vaguely heard some strange words. "Rurik, what Moore? What sk? A peninsula?"
"Ah!" Rurik's small body was startled, and pointed to the endless river: "Everything here belongs to us! That's what God told me."
Kawei was surprised: "Ah~www.novelhall.com~ It seems you got the inspiration last night."
Similar rhetoric Liurik has long been tried, he casually said: "Even if we have not been to some areas, God has given me inspiration."
"Odin... what else is there to learn?"
"Yes!" Rurik smiled confidently, "There is a peninsula, the territory of the deer breeders. We are just north of the frozen sea at the end of the world, but there is a bay that never freezes. Let's go, we want to Climb to the mine. Remember! It was Odin who rewarded me with the battle of fate, and Odin who rewarded us with the mine. Next, it’s time for you to show your talents."
"Then let's go." Kawei turned around and looked at his tribe, "Everyone is ready. Those science people are ready, and your little men are also ready. Just wait for your order. Up!"
"Let's go!" After that, Rurik suddenly drew out his saber. Amid the buzzing of the blade, he roared: "Except for the brothers who stay behind and continue to build, everyone else, let me go to the mine!"
The tribesmen uttered inspiring roars, while the Kewen people seemed extremely urgent. They gathered together to form a mighty team, up to four hundred people!
Rurik didn't want to make a fuss about what the so-called bonfire meeting was doing, even if it was reminiscences of the past, it should end here.He wanted to finish quickly, and no longer need to spend the night on the shore, he simply hugged the buckskin and a layer of linen bedding, and ran to sleep on the dry and flat long boat.Finally, when the critical moment came, Rlik ordered his people to shut up. He approached Mezzasta. "Now I will tell you one thing. The expedition you sent is wiped out, and my tribe has nothing to lose. Those people are all annihilated. Dead, I can completely ignore the corpses of those people and let them be eaten by the snow wolves. But I got the order of the god, so before we left, most of the corpse capital was converged. All the corpses gathered at the foot of the mountain. Depression."Mezzasta was shaking all over when he heard it. He didn't know how to evaluate the child in front of him or why he had to tell himself this suddenly. They are savage guys, but they show kindness. and many more! Is it really kind? There is also a hint of threat!Thinking about it in another way, Mechasta asked himself, in the past tribal wars, he wouldn't care about the corpses of the fallen hostile Salmon Lord tribal people, and simply let them decay and return to nature.Metzasta suppressed his emotions, "They... are all there?""Right at the foot of the mountain, I think it will be easy to find them. Tomorrow most of us will go to the hills and continue to develop the mines that have been developed by your people. As for the dead, I want to build a joint burial tomb for them, Near the mountain fort is your cemetery. I know your traditions. So build a joint burial tomb. The area in the future will be your tribe's cemetery. I think you can accept my arrangement."Metzasta hated it again, just watching the handsome boy and the boy's decision, he really couldn't hate it.Mezzasta is a rational person, knowing what to do to bring the tribe's advantages and avoid disadvantages.Absolutely rational considerations, the expedition team members are dead if they die, and it's useless to say anything. Now, the important thing is to appease the hearts of the Buraku people who are still alive.At least until now, the Ross people have not interfered with the sacrificial activities of their tribes. Instead, the tribesmen have received good food treatment, and now they have better housing. Even the leader of Yururik really understands Kewen!Metzastad had tears in his eyes, fully agreeing with all Rurik's determination.His face looked at the hills faintly under the starlight not far away, and a sense of familiarity in a strangeness sprang up spontaneously.so similar! If you build a walled mountain fort, set up a cemetery, an altar, and put some canoes on the river beach, all this is too much like hometown!His face returned to his senses and looked at Rurik: "I also made a decision. From now on, our tribe will no longer call itself gray squirrels. We have a brand new name, and we are iron squirrels!""Really?" Rurik responded with a smile: "It's still called Stella Olava. Your tribe needs to be named after steel. Because we Rus people will make steel as long as we get a chance. This is our prosperity. The key to this. Mezzasta, you should be happy for your decision, your master is destined to be the strongest of the Varangians."It sounds like something to be happy about. However, the Ross people generally do not understand the "language of the Corvins" spoken by Rurik. They followed up and babbled, but Mezzasta was excited and crying at the same time. There was a panic of fear.Because in his opinion, this Varanga kid who is a little younger than his own son, he has huge ambitions, and his vision is beyond his own imagination. He, is he going to conquer "all the places where you can set foot and ship"?what! After all, the tribe changed its name to "Iron Squirrel". They have always hoped to live an uncontested life by the riverside of the dense forest. What ambitions can they have?So when the people of other steel squirrel tribes knew that they needed to build their own new homes just like building old mountain fortresses, everyone was very happy.And when everyone learned that the dead bodies of those expeditions had a definite fate, they blew up immediately!Because many survivors' sons or husbands were part of the expedition! They gathered around the shaman of their tribe, praying that she would wait until tomorrow everyone found all the corpses, and make a sacrifice for the dead relatives, so that their souls wandering in the cold world can return to the souls of the Corvin people. The sea rests in peace.The people on the expedition are there! In a snow nest at the foot of the mountain!This night, the people who have been renamed the Iron Squirrel Tribe, can't let go of their hearts when they think that the tribe is still in the wilderness, until the extreme exhaustion comes, they all fall asleep.What to do tomorrow, Rurik and his guys have made arrangements.The night has come, and before dawn, it's best not to think too much about it.He lay on the flagship long ship that was towed to the shore, covered the interior of the relatively flat ship with deerskin, and then wrapped in bedding to rest.He did not ask about the many feelings of the brothers and sisters Telavis about the deceased in the mine, but they were on the same boat. He could hear the siblings whispering and know their regret for the dead of the tribe.On the banks of the big river, this place was supposed to be absolutely wild, a place of pure nature undiscovered by humans, but now the Ross people have planted deep stakes here, and towns are about to rise from the ground, and the barren land must be It will be full of popularity and the heat of hot steel.The construction site by the river fell into temporary silence, the bonfire was still crackling, and the air was floating with a faint smell of pine resin burning. The drier ground toasted by the flames was piled with all kinds of wooden strips and unprocessed logs.There is even a huge pine tree that has been chopped off all its branches lying alone here. It was dragged out of the woods by more than 20 strong guys.Rose's young people noticed the unique timber resources here!Unlike the territory where Roseburg is located, the huge pine or oak trees near the hometown have been cut down almost. With the development of the shipbuilding industry for more than a year, the tribe's demand for wood is increasing day by day.Everyone originally came to the north to explore mineral resources. People who are highly sensitive to navigation instantly realized the importance of wood resources here.Big tree! Very tall tree! It is a big tree that has basically disappeared in the hometown.Although in the eyes of the Ross people, the best boat material is the oak tree, but the oak tree tends to grow a little crookedly, and the more common red pine has become an important substitute. The hardness of pine trees is a little less than that of oak trees, which can be judged by the people of Ross through experience.A group of breathtaking giant red pine was found near the new settlement. People must cut it down and dig in the trunk to make it an excellent canoe.However, its greatest value lies in the keel! The red pine is too high. Take the hardest part of its core and chisel it into a strip to make it dry naturally. It is an excellent keel material, based on which the Russ can build larger ships.A new day is coming in the chilly breeze.The whole world was immersed in the thin sea fog, and when the sun rose, the fog quickly dissipated.One night's sleep, Lurik, does not give himself a good rest."It's because of the boats and cars. I have to sleep until noon at least. Alas, let's get up. I must take them to the mine at noon today." He patted his face to cheer up, then sat up and saw that it had started. The working crowd.Generally speaking, the Ross people only eat two meals a day, that is, one meal when they wake up and one meal in the evening. Only those who do heavy physical labor will have a meal at noon, so for everyone, this evening meal is a regular meal.Rurik at least popularized three meals a day for his young subordinates, or because of daily training, many children were forced to be hungry and really tried their best to eat more.In the early morning, the aroma of boiled oatmeal rippled over the camp, or looking for this strong coveted aroma, a group of fishermen instead of turning around and returning to their hometowns, they steered sailing fishing boats directly to the beach.When Rurik noticed their arrival, he couldn't help but feel moved.Some audacious young fishermen, how much they wish they could be a part of the one hundred selected warriors, followers of Rurik, and hope that they and their descendants will become the top cronies of Rurik who will be in power in the future.In fact, only five small fishing boats washed up the beach, and only 20 fishermen landed. They are both young and promising, and most of them are brothers and best friends on the same boat.Having just eaten hot salty oatmeal porridge, Rurik feels energetic, and it seems that the next five kilometers inland cross-country will not be difficult.The fishermen's sudden landing made him very happy. After all, the reality lies here. He really overestimates the rate at which new towns can be built with just the people on hand. He needs more strong labor.Rurik stood up, accepting his tribe's fist hammering his heart with the warrior-like luggage.The leader of the fisherman is called Spuyut. He and his companions did not participate in the northern hunting, nor did they participate in the crusade against Gotland, perhaps simply because they were very young.These twenty fishermen are generally only twenty years old this year. Compared with other fighters, they have never been on the battlefield. Even though they have hunted land beasts, and used harpoons to stab beluga and seals, they are still too immature."Master War Chief, we are here to work for you.""Oh?" Rurik was a little surprised, "I thought you were going fishing at night and you wanted to give me a catch.""My lord, we really want to work for you. We can cut wood, build houses, and repair ships for you.""I understand." Rurik pinched his waist and grabbed the conversation. "You want some compensation, just like everyone else. Even if you are tired from work and earn a silver coin in three days, the food is free. You don't want to miss this kind of good thing."Hearing it, the fisherman Spuyute smiled naively and couldn't help muttering in his heart: Rurik is smart, much smarter than all children.Rurik did not appreciate his face: "Your goal is actually to obtain silver coins. Don't you think that if you come and do things for me uninvited, I must give you benefits."Spuyut was a little flustered. He looked at the expressions of the brothers of the other tribes around Rurik again. For a moment, he was deeply timid, and his steps became a little weak."If you refuse. I think we will leave." With that, some fishermen have already begun to retreat."Wait!" Rurik beckoned."My lord, there are orders?"In an instant, Rurik glanced at the rushing river, thinking that the thoughts that had sprung up yesterday could be implemented immediately with the help of these fishermen."You can work for me, but not construction." As he said, Rurik's little finger pointed to the upper reaches of the river. "You go retrograde along the river and explore the fish in the river for me. I don't believe that you can't catch a few fish in this sea area, and you still can't do it in the river.""Let's go fishing for river fish? Can this work?""Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration. He stomped his feet: "Oh! Who knows how many resources are in this area? We caught a lot of ferrets and snow rabbits in this area in winter. You might be able to catch some small beasts if you go upstream."This reminder is really reminiscent of many things.Spuyute suddenly realized: "Spring is here, the hibernating black bears, and the wandering white bears, they should all appear. The bears in my hometown have been hunted to death, maybe here...""Good idea! Just do it!"Rurik can be sure that there must be more polar bears inhabiting the land north of the Gulf of Bothnia than people. How many do they have, 30,000 heads, 50,000 heads, or more. Maybe the ice floes on the Arctic Ocean are full of polar bears wandering around.To rebuild a Corvinian-style mountain fort, one purpose is to defend against a sneak attack by polar bears.The leather of the polar bear is a kind of treasure. Bear meat is also a good meat. It is a difficult task to hunt a strong bear weighing nearly a ton. Killed, the hunter engaged became prey.The fishermen were here, and Lurik immediately recruited five mercenaries under his command, and gave this mercenary warrior equipped with a crossbow with a special missionto follow the fishing boat to explore and find large prey directly to shoot.Discovering and hunting bears, wolves, foxes, and reindeer are all things fishermen need to do.Rurik offered a set of conditions, that is, according to the traditional leather purchase price of the Rus people, he bought all the fresh leather by himself. Including the meat of the prey, as well as the catch, Rurik is willing to spend money to buy it.His only warning is that once he encounters the so-called "summer grazing" deer breeders, he must not take the initiative to shoot them, but must use powerful means to capture them, and finally bring them all back to the camp.They are just a Ross expedition going up against the current and obedient to Rurik! Five small fishing boats with a total of twenty-five people!They got a brand new order, and fortunately they got the opportunity to do things for Rurik, everyone got an honor.Of course, in addition to the relatively vain honor, Rurik, who has been "especially fond of abide by the contract," promised to buy real money and all the good things discovered by the expedition.In order to obtain great benefits and honor, the fishermen did not stay any longer. As the mercenary soldiers carrying steel-armed crossbows got on the boat, the fishermen felt that their strength greatly increased.Five small boats moved upstream, each with four paddle blades paddling regularly, and the large sails that were raised from the south wind were no longer as sharp as a knife. They gradually disappeared into Rurik and other people watching from the shore. In sight.Kawei always stood by Rurik, watching the fishing boat drift away, gradually being hidden by the dark green forest."Rurik, do you really think they can hunt down a batch of white bears?""Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, "Regardless of whether they succeed or not, this area will always be our territory. From here, it continues to the Oulu River of the Corvin, and Murmansk in the east of us. On the peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, the deer breeders who live in it must all be my servants."Rurik said a lot, and Kawei vaguely heard some strange words. "Rurik, what Moore? What sk? A peninsula?""Ah!" Rurik's small body was startled, and pointed to the endless river: "Everything here belongs to us! That's what God told me."Kawei was surprised: "Ah~www.novelhall.com~ It seems you got the inspiration last night."Similar rhetoric Liurik has long been tried, he casually said: "Even if we have not been to some areas, God has given me inspiration.""Odin... what else is there to learn?""Yes!" Rurik smiled confidently, "There is a peninsula, the territory of the deer breeders. We are just north of the frozen sea at the end of the world, but there is a bay that never freezes. Let's go, we want to Climb to the mine. Remember! It was Odin who rewarded me with the battle of fate, and Odin who rewarded us with the mine. Next, it's time for you to show your talents.""Then let's go." Kawei turned around and looked at his tribe, "Everyone is ready. Those science people are ready, and your little men are also ready. Just wait for your order. Up!""Let's go!" After that, Rurik suddenly drew out his saber. Amid the buzzing of the blade, he roared: "Except for the brothers who stay behind and continue to build, everyone else, let me go to the mine!"The tribesmen uttered inspiring roars, while the Kewen people seemed extremely urgent. They gathered together to form a mighty team, up to four hundred people!
