Chapter 305: Deter each other
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Putting the boat on top of their heads, everyone took two boats across the frozen mountains and unloaded them on the high mountain lakes, and then everyone drifted all the way down the river.
Modgen and his partner are going to the east of the mountains to find people who have a lot of fur to trade.
He never dreamed that he would enter the territory of the Rus by accident.
Now, it is even more important to do business with a child who claims to be blessed by the gods.
Is it absurd? It's ridiculous.
The Ross people are here. Since the other party is essentially willing to do business, there is no need to stick to it. Regarding business, whether the buyer is blind, deaf or child, they are willing to pay for the goods, and that is the best customer.
Mordgen tried to calm down and complimented: "Honorable people, we are fortunate to step into your territory. This must be my destiny. We are hoping to find buyers of our goods when we climb the mountains. Maybe the Ross people are our best Distinguished buyer"
This compliment made the warriors on both sides very happy, and Rurik felt a little happy in his heart.
"I know you are trying to do business. Say! What is your plan before meeting us?"
"It's looking for the Kovin people. We want to buy their leather, or we step into the vast wasteland to go hunting ourselves. My lord, maybe you don't know, we need leather very much."
It seemed that the person's words were very sincere, and Rurik held his small chin to carefully explore the words.
you do not say! Although the port of Narvik is never frozen, the geographical structure of the area is extremely complicated. There are only a few small flat areas that can raise very scarce livestock and even plant some hardy crops.
It is precisely because of this principle that the locals are forced to try to go out.
Rurik thought for a while, he gestured his fingers, and a mercenary approached him. Soon after he gave the order, the mercenary ran out quickly.
"My lord..." Mordgen was a little baffled when he saw this.
A confident smile appeared on Rurik's face: "Aren't you looking for a Kewen person? Very good, you will be able to see the Kewen person soon."
With this remark, Modgen, who was inexplicable, was even more puzzled.
Rurik just smiled without saying a word. Soon, as the leader of the steel squirrel tribe, Mezzasta, walked into the house, Modgen began to realize the complexity of the situation.
Mechasta was ordered to sit in the ranks of warriors, and Rurik said, "You are looking for a Corvina? You see, this is even a leader of a Corvina."
"He?" Modgen glanced at Mezzasta, and made a subconscious judgment: "Could it be that you and the Corvin have already formed an alliance?"
"It's not an alliance! It's a conquest." As he said, Rurik banged his chest with his fist proudly: "Times have changed! We Rus have conquered all the Corvins, and I am the master of all the Corvins. Visitors from afar, You are destined not to meet the Corvins on this journey, and you will only meet the Ross people, because the Corvins are already a part of us."
"They... have become your slaves?"
slave? Rurik wanted to refute it, but he was more willing to call the Kewen people his dependents.
However, giving him the status of a "slave" will definitely demonstrate his martial arts.
"Yes! They are all our slaves." As he said, Rurik became extremely serious, his pretty little head leaned forward, his eyes full of fortitude: "They are all my personal slaves. You want to make peace. They do business, then do business with me."
Who would have thought that the Kewen who owns fur have been conquered by others.
If you think about it carefully, I'm afraid this is not a bad thing.
Modgen's trip was purely a spontaneous expedition with his brothers, who also followed the legends of former explorers. Legend has it that there is a river in the far east. People who speak another language who call themselves "Kevin" live on the river, and the Kvin people have a lot of leather in their hands. Despite the language barrier, the transaction remains the same.
With just this little piece of information, Modgen embarked on an adventurous journey
After surpassing all kinds of dangers, in order to trade a large amount of trade, it was unexpected that it would have fallen to such a point after more than a month on the right path.
Now that the trading partner has become the Ruth who conquered the Corvins, and both sides speak the same language, Modgen has also given up the idea of "pitting the buyer". Because he didn't think that the Ross people could lie to him without being retaliated against.
At present, the information is still very unclear.
The atmosphere in the entire venue was a bit awkward, and Modgen once again boldly complimented: "My lord, you must be the leader of the Ross people, and this is also your territory? Oh, what a great city."
The so-called city is pronounced "Brog" or "fort" in the context of Gnostic language.
It is more similar to the concept of a city-state, because each tribe has basically no second major settlement except for its own main city, and that kind of micro-village composed of a few households is not counted.
The Ross people present could understand the meaning and couldn't help laughing.
Rurik ignored the embarrassment of those who came, and said with a smile: "Could it be that you, this tiny settlement is the core of our Rus people? No! You look down upon us too much."
"Ah?! Do you have many more settlements?"
"Of course." Rurik rallied, "This is not even the territory of the Corvins. This city is called Elon Orava Fort. It is a colony of our Russ. And I am not the largest leader of the Russ, but I It is indeed a leader."
Rurik told the basic facts, but Modergen really needed to use his brain to understand it. Because the current residents of Narvik have not yet opened a route across the North Sea, and they have not yet colonized the Shetland Islands.
There is still only one large settlement in Narvik Port, and the locals did not live scattered because of the constraints of the fjord environment. Because of the abundance of local fishery resources, their population is also relatively large.
Now that it's over, Rurik feels that he must show off his muscles. This is not a boast, but a means of self-protection.
The so-called “stop fighting for military” means that the real force must be a large-scale military operation, but when a warrior shows his sharp sword, he can rely on a strong aura to scare the enemy into surrender, the so-called soldier who surrenders without a fight.
Due to the status quo, Rurik and Otto's attitudes are the same. The military action in the past year resulted in the loss of a hundred of the most elite fighters in the Rus. It seems that this loss is not a big deal, but there are only two thousand men in the Ross tribe who can handle weapons, and there are only seven or eight hundred core fighters. Out of traditional thinking, Otto and Rülik could not completely believe that the mercenaries and conquered servants would completely sacrifice their lives for the Rus. Therefore, the most elite of the hundreds of tribal warriors were the foundation on which Rus could become strong.
"Our core is in Roseburg in the south. It is a huge settlement with at least a population of..." As he said, Rurik stretched out his hands and showed five fingers. "One finger represents a thousand people. Just in Roseburg, we have 10,000 people."
"Huh?!" Modgen was taken aback.
Knocking on the opponent's unpretentious expression of astonishment, Rurik prided himself on posing as a "fried cat", which indeed made them feel that the Rus tribe was extremely powerful. The matter is not over yet.
Rurik continued: "This is Elon Orava Fort, our northern settlement. The territory of the Corvins is also the territory of our Rus, and their warriors are our warriors. There are also some islands in the south. It is also the settlement of our Russ. There is even more distant East, named Shilla Fort, where at least 5,000 Russ live there, and there are even more than 10,000 Eastern servants."
The words came from a beautiful boy. Mordgen found it absurd and did not dare to deny it. He didn't realize that a child could say such a thing very logically. I am afraid that the Ross people controlled the large settlements. , And their population, really far surpassed their hometown.
For a moment, a lot of sweat oozes from the top of Modgen's head. He originally came to do business, but now he can't help but feel a kind of fear about this transaction.
Because communication is relative! Since the Ruths have conquered the Corvins and have the ability to send out a large army to build settlements everywhere, they must be very combative. If they were fully aware of their Balmerk tribe, would the Rus move forward with the idea of expedition to the government?
Rurik didn't estimate Modgen's thoughts, "Since I talked about the situation of our Rus, what about you? What about you Balmerks."
"This……"
"You mean?!" Rurik urged.
Mordecen couldn't think that he was actually forced to act as an envoy. He suddenly felt that his shoulders were weighing a heavy burden. This time he needed his own good eloquence, not to mention dispelling the possible conquest of the Ruths, at least. Let them understand that any attempt to attack the Balmerks, whether successful or not, will result in heavy casualties.
"My lord, our tribe also has 10,000 people. Our soldiers are brave, and they are also very eager to go out of the fjord to do business. For example, my brothers and I have been running tirelessly for more than a month. The original plan was to use the whole summer to find Kewen people to do business after crossing the Great Mountain. In my tribe, I am just a very ordinary person. We have many very brave people. They can continue trekking in the snow without eating or drinking for ten days. . They can fight the monsters in the sea with only a short spear."
"Oh, so you Balmerks are very brave existences?"
"of course."
Rurik nodded, it seemed that the other party didn't want to show weakness, but he didn't want to show strength.
Then again, if the Balmerk tribe really has ten thousand people, the Rus should be wary of them. Rurik was a little frightened, he was not sure whether the other party was bluffing or real. Ten thousand people are a relatively small population unit according to the standards of the Far East. In Europe, this person can become a regional power, not to mention that they are standard Vikings.
The situation has become a little subtle.
It can be said that in the 830 Fort Elon Orava at the mouth of the Kemi River, the Ross people from Svealand had their first historic contact with the Balmerks in Narvik Port. Both sides cannot judge each other's details very well, and it is reasonable to brag about each other and be cautious.
But Rurik has knowledge from later generations. He knows that over a thousand years of changes cannot cause changes in the vicissitudes of the fjord. Thousands of years later, the port of Narvik is still an important port, a modern Norwegian military port, and a northern port that is related to the lifeline of the Norwegian economy.
The initial exchanges ended here, and Rurik couldn't bear these people continuing to kneel.
He snapped his fingers and asked the mercenary in chain mail to come and listen to the order. Soon they carried some rough tanned polar bear skins that had not yet been fully dried into the house, and Modgen and his companions watched the laying of bear skins with surprised eyes, as if these bear skins had become very linked objects. .
Modgen's eyes couldn't help but stare at the bear's head scratched on the wooden wall, and there was a bit of cold all over his body.
"Let's talk about it, what exactly is the commodity you plan to trade?" Lurik asked after he sat down.
"It's salt."
"Salt? Is this a precious commodity?" Rurik asked.
"This... may be precious to the Kewen people. But for you, it is naturally a very ordinary existence."
Is this flattery? It is difficult for Rurik to be sure, because for the residents of the Baltic Sea, everyone can get a little salt by burning a pottery urn to dry the water, but it takes a lot of firewood! Salt is a must for everyone's life. It is not that people will die if they don't eat salt. It is also that salting fish, red meat, and even some foods such as yellow root carrots is the key to everyone's overwintering. Although relying on extreme cold and smoky drying treatment can also ensure that the food will not rot, it is better to pickle with salt to ensure that the food has a better taste.
The cost of obtaining salt from the Baltic Sea, which has extremely low salt content, is not low because of the salt in the hands of the Russians.
Rurik ordered: "You take out the salt and let me see it."
"Yes."
Mordgen immediately asked his men to take out two heavy burlap pockets, the hemp rope that was **** in the pockets was untied, and they displayed an astonishing amount of white flowered salt in the pockets in public.
Seeing this, Rurik stood up suddenly~www.novelhall.com~ and walked over with a solemn expression, then kneeled in front of Modgen in public, stretched out his right hand to touch the bag of salt, licking it full of salt. Fingers.
During this process, Mordgen didn't say a word. He looked at the golden braid that the boy in front of him put up, marveling at the shining and suppleness of his hair. To be honest, he has never seen anyone with such beautiful hair.
The entrance of the salt grains, a very familiar feeling, directly stimulated Rurik's little head.
In short, the salt provided by these outsiders is really good salt!
"Ah, the quality of these salt is very good." As he said, Rurik raised his head and asked the core question directly: "How much salt do you have?!"
"There are at least thirty Roman pounds."
"So much?!" Rurik stared at the two big pockets. The small motor in his head started to spin frantically, wanting to buy all the salt to fill up all the construction of Elon Ola since this time. A lot of salt loss by heavy manual workers.
In a practical sense, these outsiders transported thirty pounds of salt, which is just sending charcoal in the snow.
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Putting the boat on top of their heads, everyone took two boats across the frozen mountains and unloaded them on the high mountain lakes, and then everyone drifted all the way down the river.
Modgen and his partner are going to the east of the mountains to find people who have a lot of fur to trade.
He never dreamed that he would enter the territory of the Rus by accident.
Now, it is even more important to do business with a child who claims to be blessed by the gods.
Is it absurd? It's ridiculous.
The Ross people are here. Since the other party is essentially willing to do business, there is no need to stick to it. Regarding business, whether the buyer is blind, deaf or child, they are willing to pay for the goods, and that is the best customer.
Mordgen tried to calm down and complimented: "Honorable people, we are fortunate to step into your territory. This must be my destiny. We are hoping to find buyers of our goods when we climb the mountains. Maybe the Ross people are our best Distinguished buyer"
This compliment made the warriors on both sides very happy, and Rurik felt a little happy in his heart.
"I know you are trying to do business. Say! What is your plan before meeting us?"
"It's looking for the Kovin people. We want to buy their leather, or we step into the vast wasteland to go hunting ourselves. My lord, maybe you don't know, we need leather very much."
It seemed that the person's words were very sincere, and Rurik held his small chin to carefully explore the words.
you do not say! Although the port of Narvik is never frozen, the geographical structure of the area is extremely complicated. There are only a few small flat areas that can raise very scarce livestock and even plant some hardy crops.
It is precisely because of this principle that the locals are forced to try to go out.
Rurik thought for a while, he gestured his fingers, and a mercenary approached him. Soon after he gave the order, the mercenary ran out quickly.
"My lord..." Mordgen was a little baffled when he saw this.
A confident smile appeared on Rurik's face: "Aren't you looking for a Kewen person? Very good, you will be able to see the Kewen person soon."
With this remark, Modgen, who was inexplicable, was even more puzzled.
Rurik just smiled without saying a word. Soon, as the leader of the steel squirrel tribe, Mezzasta, walked into the house, Modgen began to realize the complexity of the situation.
Mechasta was ordered to sit in the ranks of warriors, and Rurik said, "You are looking for a Corvina? You see, this is even a leader of a Corvina."
"He?" Modgen glanced at Mezzasta, and made a subconscious judgment: "Could it be that you and the Corvin have already formed an alliance?"
"It's not an alliance! It's a conquest." As he said, Rurik banged his chest with his fist proudly: "Times have changed! We Rus have conquered all the Corvins, and I am the master of all the Corvins. Visitors from afar, You are destined not to meet the Corvins on this journey, and you will only meet the Ross people, because the Corvins are already a part of us."
"They... have become your slaves?"
slave? Rurik wanted to refute it, but he was more willing to call the Kewen people his dependents.
However, giving him the status of a "slave" will definitely demonstrate his martial arts.
"Yes! They are all our slaves." As he said, Rurik became extremely serious, his pretty little head leaned forward, his eyes full of fortitude: "They are all my personal slaves. You want to make peace. They do business, then do business with me."
Who would have thought that the Kewen who owns fur have been conquered by others.
If you think about it carefully, I'm afraid this is not a bad thing.
Modgen's trip was purely a spontaneous expedition with his brothers, who also followed the legends of former explorers. Legend has it that there is a river in the far east. People who speak another language who call themselves "Kevin" live on the river, and the Kvin people have a lot of leather in their hands. Despite the language barrier, the transaction remains the same.
With just this little piece of information, Modgen embarked on an adventurous journey
After surpassing all kinds of dangers, in order to trade a large amount of trade, it was unexpected that it would have fallen to such a point after more than a month on the right path.
Now that the trading partner has become the Ruth who conquered the Corvins, and both sides speak the same language, Modgen has also given up the idea of "pitting the buyer". Because he didn't think that the Ross people could lie to him without being retaliated against.
At present, the information is still very unclear.
The atmosphere in the entire venue was a bit awkward, and Modgen once again boldly complimented: "My lord, you must be the leader of the Ross people, and this is also your territory? Oh, what a great city."
The so-called city is pronounced "Brog" or "fort" in the context of Gnostic language.
It is more similar to the concept of a city-state, because each tribe has basically no second major settlement except for its own main city, and that kind of micro-village composed of a few households is not counted.
The Ross people present could understand the meaning and couldn't help laughing.
Rurik ignored the embarrassment of those who came, and said with a smile: "Could it be that you, this tiny settlement is the core of our Rus people? No! You look down upon us too much."
"Ah?! Do you have many more settlements?"
"Of course." Rurik rallied, "This is not even the territory of the Corvins. This city is called Elon Orava Fort. It is a colony of our Russ. And I am not the largest leader of the Russ, but I It is indeed a leader."
Rurik told the basic facts, but Modergen really needed to use his brain to understand it. Because the current residents of Narvik have not yet opened a route across the North Sea, and they have not yet colonized the Shetland Islands.
There is still only one large settlement in Narvik Port, and the locals did not live scattered because of the constraints of the fjord environment. Because of the abundance of local fishery resources, their population is also relatively large.
Now that it's over, Rurik feels that he must show off his muscles. This is not a boast, but a means of self-protection.
The so-called “stop fighting for military” means that the real force must be a large-scale military operation, but when a warrior shows his sharp sword, he can rely on a strong aura to scare the enemy into surrender, the so-called soldier who surrenders without a fight.
Due to the status quo, Rurik and Otto's attitudes are the same. The military action in the past year resulted in the loss of a hundred of the most elite fighters in the Rus. It seems that this loss is not a big deal, but there are only two thousand men in the Ross tribe who can handle weapons, and there are only seven or eight hundred core fighters. Out of traditional thinking, Otto and Rülik could not completely believe that the mercenaries and conquered servants would completely sacrifice their lives for the Rus. Therefore, the most elite of the hundreds of tribal warriors were the foundation on which Rus could become strong.
"Our core is in Roseburg in the south. It is a huge settlement with at least a population of..." As he said, Rurik stretched out his hands and showed five fingers. "One finger represents a thousand people. Just in Roseburg, we have 10,000 people."
"Huh?!" Modgen was taken aback.
Knocking on the opponent's unpretentious expression of astonishment, Rurik prided himself on posing as a "fried cat", which indeed made them feel that the Rus tribe was extremely powerful. The matter is not over yet.
Rurik continued: "This is Elon Orava Fort, our northern settlement. The territory of the Corvins is also the territory of our Rus, and their warriors are our warriors. There are also some islands in the south. It is also the settlement of our Russ. There is even more distant East, named Shilla Fort, where at least 5,000 Russ live there, and there are even more than 10,000 Eastern servants."
The words came from a beautiful boy. Mordgen found it absurd and did not dare to deny it. He didn't realize that a child could say such a thing very logically. I am afraid that the Ross people controlled the large settlements. , And their population, really far surpassed their hometown.
For a moment, a lot of sweat oozes from the top of Modgen's head. He originally came to do business, but now he can't help but feel a kind of fear about this transaction.
Because communication is relative! Since the Ruths have conquered the Corvins and have the ability to send out a large army to build settlements everywhere, they must be very combative. If they were fully aware of their Balmerk tribe, would the Rus move forward with the idea of expedition to the government?
Rurik didn't estimate Modgen's thoughts, "Since I talked about the situation of our Rus, what about you? What about you Balmerks."
"This……"
"You mean?!" Rurik urged.
Mordecen couldn't think that he was actually forced to act as an envoy. He suddenly felt that his shoulders were weighing a heavy burden. This time he needed his own good eloquence, not to mention dispelling the possible conquest of the Ruths, at least. Let them understand that any attempt to attack the Balmerks, whether successful or not, will result in heavy casualties.
"My lord, our tribe also has 10,000 people. Our soldiers are brave, and they are also very eager to go out of the fjord to do business. For example, my brothers and I have been running tirelessly for more than a month. The original plan was to use the whole summer to find Kewen people to do business after crossing the Great Mountain. In my tribe, I am just a very ordinary person. We have many very brave people. They can continue trekking in the snow without eating or drinking for ten days. . They can fight the monsters in the sea with only a short spear."
"Oh, so you Balmerks are very brave existences?"
"of course."
Rurik nodded, it seemed that the other party didn't want to show weakness, but he didn't want to show strength.
Then again, if the Balmerk tribe really has ten thousand people, the Rus should be wary of them. Rurik was a little frightened, he was not sure whether the other party was bluffing or real. Ten thousand people are a relatively small population unit according to the standards of the Far East. In Europe, this person can become a regional power, not to mention that they are standard Vikings.
The situation has become a little subtle.
It can be said that in the 830 Fort Elon Orava at the mouth of the Kemi River, the Ross people from Svealand had their first historic contact with the Balmerks in Narvik Port. Both sides cannot judge each other's details very well, and it is reasonable to brag about each other and be cautious.
But Rurik has knowledge from later generations. He knows that over a thousand years of changes cannot cause changes in the vicissitudes of the fjord. Thousands of years later, the port of Narvik is still an important port, a modern Norwegian military port, and a northern port that is related to the lifeline of the Norwegian economy.
The initial exchanges ended here, and Rurik couldn't bear these people continuing to kneel.
He snapped his fingers and asked the mercenary in chain mail to come and listen to the order. Soon they carried some rough tanned polar bear skins that had not yet been fully dried into the house, and Modgen and his companions watched the laying of bear skins with surprised eyes, as if these bear skins had become very linked objects. .
Modgen's eyes couldn't help but stare at the bear's head scratched on the wooden wall, and there was a bit of cold all over his body.
"Let's talk about it, what exactly is the commodity you plan to trade?" Lurik asked after he sat down.
"It's salt."
"Salt? Is this a precious commodity?" Rurik asked.
"This... may be precious to the Kewen people. But for you, it is naturally a very ordinary existence."
Is this flattery? It is difficult for Rurik to be sure, because for the residents of the Baltic Sea, everyone can get a little salt by burning a pottery urn to dry the water, but it takes a lot of firewood! Salt is a must for everyone's life. It is not that people will die if they don't eat salt. It is also that salting fish, red meat, and even some foods such as yellow root carrots is the key to everyone's overwintering. Although relying on extreme cold and smoky drying treatment can also ensure that the food will not rot, it is better to pickle with salt to ensure that the food has a better taste.
The cost of obtaining salt from the Baltic Sea, which has extremely low salt content, is not low because of the salt in the hands of the Russians.
Rurik ordered: "You take out the salt and let me see it."
"Yes."
Mordgen immediately asked his men to take out two heavy burlap pockets, the hemp rope that was **** in the pockets was untied, and they displayed an astonishing amount of white flowered salt in the pockets in public.
Seeing this, Rurik stood up suddenly~www.novelhall.com~ and walked over with a solemn expression, then kneeled in front of Modgen in public, stretched out his right hand to touch the bag of salt, licking it full of salt. Fingers.
During this process, Mordgen didn't say a word. He looked at the golden braid that the boy in front of him put up, marveling at the shining and suppleness of his hair. To be honest, he has never seen anyone with such beautiful hair.
The entrance of the salt grains, a very familiar feeling, directly stimulated Rurik's little head.
In short, the salt provided by these outsiders is really good salt!
"Ah, the quality of these salt is very good." As he said, Rurik raised his head and asked the core question directly: "How much salt do you have?!"
"There are at least thirty Roman pounds."
"So much?!" Rurik stared at the two big pockets. The small motor in his head started to spin frantically, wanting to buy all the salt to fill up all the construction of Elon Ola since this time. A lot of salt loss by heavy manual workers.
In a practical sense, these outsiders transported thirty pounds of salt, which is just sending charcoal in the snow.
Putting the boat on top of their heads, everyone took two boats across the frozen mountains and unloaded them on the high mountain lakes, and then everyone drifted all the way down the river.Modgen and his partner are going to the east of the mountains to find people who have a lot of fur to trade.He never dreamed that he would enter the territory of the Rus by accident.Now, it is even more important to do business with a child who claims to be blessed by the gods.Is it absurd? It's ridiculous.The Ross people are here. Since the other party is essentially willing to do business, there is no need to stick to it. Regarding business, whether the buyer is blind, deaf or child, they are willing to pay for the goods, and that is the best customer.Mordgen tried to calm down and complimented: "Honorable people, we are fortunate to step into your territory. This must be my destiny. We are hoping to find buyers of our goods when we climb the mountains. Maybe the Ross people are our best Distinguished buyer"This compliment made the warriors on both sides very happy, and Rurik felt a little happy in his heart."I know you are trying to do business. Say! What is your plan before meeting us?""It's looking for the Kovin people. We want to buy their leather, or we step into the vast wasteland to go hunting ourselves. My lord, maybe you don't know, we need leather very much."It seemed that the person's words were very sincere, and Rurik held his small chin to carefully explore the words.you do not say! Although the port of Narvik is never frozen, the geographical structure of the area is extremely complicated. There are only a few small flat areas that can raise very scarce livestock and even plant some hardy crops.It is precisely because of this principle that the locals are forced to try to go out.Rurik thought for a while, he gestured his fingers, and a mercenary approached him. Soon after he gave the order, the mercenary ran out quickly."My lord..." Mordgen was a little baffled when he saw this.A confident smile appeared on Rurik's face: "Aren't you looking for a Kewen person? Very good, you will be able to see the Kewen person soon."With this remark, Modgen, who was inexplicable, was even more puzzled.Rurik just smiled without saying a word. Soon, as the leader of the steel squirrel tribe, Mezzasta, walked into the house, Modgen began to realize the complexity of the situation.Mechasta was ordered to sit in the ranks of warriors, and Rurik said, "You are looking for a Corvina? You see, this is even a leader of a Corvina.""He?" Modgen glanced at Mezzasta, and made a subconscious judgment: "Could it be that you and the Corvin have already formed an alliance?""It's not an alliance! It's a conquest." As he said, Rurik banged his chest with his fist proudly: "Times have changed! We Rus have conquered all the Corvins, and I am the master of all the Corvins. Visitors from afar, You are destined not to meet the Corvins on this journey, and you will only meet the Ross people, because the Corvins are already a part of us.""They... have become your slaves?"slave? Rurik wanted to refute it, but he was more willing to call the Kewen people his dependents.However, giving him the status of a "slave" will definitely demonstrate his martial arts."Yes! They are all our slaves." As he said, Rurik became extremely serious, his pretty little head leaned forward, his eyes full of fortitude: "They are all my personal slaves. You want to make peace. They do business, then do business with me."Who would have thought that the Kewen who owns fur have been conquered by others.If you think about it carefully, I'm afraid this is not a bad thing.Modgen's trip was purely a spontaneous expedition with his brothers, who also followed the legends of former explorers. Legend has it that there is a river in the far east. People who speak another language who call themselves "Kevin" live on the river, and the Kvin people have a lot of leather in their hands. Despite the language barrier, the transaction remains the same.With just this little piece of information, Modgen embarked on an adventurous journeyAfter surpassing all kinds of dangers, in order to trade a large amount of trade, it was unexpected that it would have fallen to such a point after more than a month on the right path.Now that the trading partner has become the Ruth who conquered the Corvins, and both sides speak the same language, Modgen has also given up the idea of "pitting the buyer". Because he didn't think that the Ross people could lie to him without being retaliated against.At present, the information is still very unclear.The atmosphere in the entire venue was a bit awkward, and Modgen once again boldly complimented: "My lord, you must be the leader of the Ross people, and this is also your territory? Oh, what a great city."The so-called city is pronounced "Brog" or "fort" in the context of Gnostic language.It is more similar to the concept of a city-state, because each tribe has basically no second major settlement except for its own main city, and that kind of micro-village composed of a few households is not counted.The Ross people present could understand the meaning and couldn't help laughing.Rurik ignored the embarrassment of those who came, and said with a smile: "Could it be that you, this tiny settlement is the core of our Rus people? No! You look down upon us too much.""Ah?! Do you have many more settlements?""Of course." Rurik rallied, "This is not even the territory of the Corvins. This city is called Elon Orava Fort. It is a colony of our Russ. And I am not the largest leader of the Russ, but I It is indeed a leader."Rurik told the basic facts, but Modergen really needed to use his brain to understand it. Because the current residents of Narvik have not yet opened a route across the North Sea, and they have not yet colonized the Shetland Islands.There is still only one large settlement in Narvik Port, and the locals did not live scattered because of the constraints of the fjord environment. Because of the abundance of local fishery resources, their population is also relatively large.Now that it's over, Rurik feels that he must show off his muscles. This is not a boast, but a means of self-protection.The so-called stop fighting for military means that the real force must be a large-scale military operation, but when a warrior shows his sharp sword, he can rely on a strong aura to scare the enemy into surrender, the so-called soldier who surrenders without a fight.Due to the status quo, Rurik and Otto's attitudes are the same. The military action in the past year resulted in the loss of a hundred of the most elite fighters in the Rus. It seems that this loss is not a big deal, but there are only two thousand men in the Ross tribe who can handle weapons, and there are only seven or eight hundred core fighters. Out of traditional thinking, Otto and Rlik could not completely believe that the mercenaries and conquered servants would completely sacrifice their lives for the Rus. Therefore, the most elite of the hundreds of tribal warriors were the foundation on which Rus could become strong."Our core is in Roseburg in the south. It is a huge settlement with at least a population of..." As he said, Rurik stretched out his hands and showed five fingers. "One finger represents a thousand people. Just in Roseburg, we have 10,000 people.""Huh?!" Modgen was taken aback.Knocking on the opponent's unpretentious expression of astonishment, Rurik prided himself on posing as a "fried cat", which indeed made them feel that the Rus tribe was extremely powerful. The matter is not over yet.Rurik continued: "This is Elon Orava Fort, our northern settlement. The territory of the Corvins is also the territory of our Rus, and their warriors are our warriors. There are also some islands in the south. It is also the settlement of our Russ. There is even more distant East, named Shilla Fort, where at least 5,000 Russ live there, and there are even more than 10,000 Eastern servants."The words came from a beautiful boy. Mordgen found it absurd and did not dare to deny it. He didn't realize that a child could say such a thing very logically. I am afraid that the Ross people controlled the large settlements. , And their population, really far surpassed their hometown.For a moment, a lot of sweat oozes from the top of Modgen's head. He originally came to do business, but now he can't help but feel a kind of fear about this transaction.Because communication is relative! Since the Ruths have conquered the Corvins and have the ability to send out a large army to build settlements everywhere, they must be very combative. If they were fully aware of their Balmerk tribe, would the Rus move forward with the idea of expedition to the government?Rurik didn't estimate Modgen's thoughts, "Since I talked about the situation of our Rus, what about you? What about you Balmerks.""This""You mean?!" Rurik urged.Mordecen couldn't think that he was actually forced to act as an envoy. He suddenly felt that his shoulders were weighing a heavy burden. This time he needed his own good eloquence, not to mention dispelling the possible conquest of the Ruths, at least. Let them understand that any attempt to attack the Balmerks, whether successful or not, will result in heavy casualties."My lord, our tribe also has 10,000 people. Our soldiers are brave, and they are also very eager to go out of the fjord to do business. For example, my brothers and I have been running tirelessly for more than a month. The original plan was to use the whole summer to find Kewen people to do business after crossing the Great Mountain. In my tribe, I am just a very ordinary person. We have many very brave people. They can continue trekking in the snow without eating or drinking for ten days. . They can fight the monsters in the sea with only a short spear.""Oh, so you Balmerks are very brave existences?""of course."Rurik nodded, it seemed that the other party didn't want to show weakness, but he didn't want to show strength.Then again, if the Balmerk tribe really has ten thousand people, the Rus should be wary of them. Rurik was a little frightened, he was not sure whether the other party was bluffing or real. Ten thousand people are a relatively small population unit according to the standards of the Far East. In Europe, this person can become a regional power, not to mention that they are standard Vikings.The situation has become a little subtle.It can be said that in the 830 Fort Elon Orava at the mouth of the Kemi River, the Ross people from Svealand had their first historic contact with the Balmerks in Narvik Port. Both sides cannot judge each other's details very well, and it is reasonable to brag about each other and be cautious.But Rurik has knowledge from later generations. He knows that over a thousand years of changes cannot cause changes in the vicissitudes of the fjord. Thousands of years later, the port of Narvik is still an important port, a modern Norwegian military port, and a northern port that is related to the lifeline of the Norwegian economy.The initial exchanges ended here, and Rurik couldn't bear these people continuing to kneel.He snapped his fingers and asked the mercenary in chain mail to come and listen to the order. Soon they carried some rough tanned polar bear skins that had not yet been fully dried into the house, and Modgen and his companions watched the laying of bear skins with surprised eyes, as if these bear skins had become very linked objects. .Modgen's eyes couldn't help but stare at the bear's head scratched on the wooden wall, and there was a bit of cold all over his body."Let's talk about it, what exactly is the commodity you plan to trade?" Lurik asked after he sat down."It's salt.""Salt? Is this a precious commodity?" Rurik asked."This... may be precious to the Kewen people. But for you, it is naturally a very ordinary existence."Is this flattery? It is difficult for Rurik to be sure, because for the residents of the Baltic Sea, everyone can get a little salt by burning a pottery urn to dry the water, but it takes a lot of firewood! Salt is a must for everyone's life. It is not that people will die if they don't eat salt. It is also that salting fish, red meat, and even some foods such as yellow root carrots is the key to everyone's overwintering. Although relying on extreme cold and smoky drying treatment can also ensure that the food will not rot, it is better to pickle with salt to ensure that the food has a better taste.The cost of obtaining salt from the Baltic Sea, which has extremely low salt content, is not low because of the salt in the hands of the Russians.Rurik ordered: "You take out the salt and let me see it.""Yes."Mordgen immediately asked his men to take out two heavy burlap pockets, the hemp rope that was **** in the pockets was untied, and they displayed an astonishing amount of white flowered salt in the pockets in public.Seeing this, Rurik stood up suddenly~www.novelhall.com~ and walked over with a solemn expression, then kneeled in front of Modgen in public, stretched out his right hand to touch the bag of salt, licking it full of salt. Fingers.During this process, Mordgen didn't say a word. He looked at the golden braid that the boy in front of him put up, marveling at the shining and suppleness of his hair. To be honest, he has never seen anyone with such beautiful hair.The entrance of the salt grains, a very familiar feeling, directly stimulated Rurik's little head.In short, the salt provided by these outsiders is really good salt!"Ah, the quality of these salt is very good." As he said, Rurik raised his head and asked the core question directly: "How much salt do you have?!""There are at least thirty Roman pounds.""So much?!" Rurik stared at the two big pockets. The small motor in his head started to spin frantically, wanting to buy all the salt to fill up all the construction of Elon Ola since this time. A lot of salt loss by heavy manual workers.In a practical sense, these outsiders transported thirty pounds of salt, which is just sending charcoal in the snow.
