Chapter 532: King's darkest moment
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After all, Paul had been a serf all his life. It would be foolish to expect this guy to have any shame.
Rurik made Paul stand aside, and made people scoop a basin of sea water and directly wash the king's stinky face.
By now, Rurik, who once had naive thoughts about the whole world, has disappeared. He squatted on tiptoe next to the shrunken Erinred who was still baring his teeth in a cloth jacket, holding a bit of seasoned sea salt in his right hand, looking at this person, still resentful, and deliberately sprinkled the wound on his left arm with salt.
The king opened his mouth and yelled in his actions, full of words like "Kill me", this phrase Rurik understood.
In Ernred's eyes, there was a fair-skinned teenager with blond hair and whip squatting in front of him, and his clothes were indeed different from those savages. As far as the situation is concerned, is this young man the commander of the entire barbarian army?
This young man is indeed handsome, but his heart is vicious, he is simply Satan's envoy.
"You... how dare you destroy our monastery on a holy day!"
When Rurik heard this, he didn't care what the king yelled. In his opinion, killing a so-called nobleman is enough to grab a dagger and stab in.
Is the king's name Ernred? Oh, this Ernred is just a kind of "vouchers" now, and how much this person is worth is what needs to be determined most at the moment.
Rurik asked Paul to translate his own words.
Paul still had a wicked and evil smile, and said sharply: "My master said, the Viking army will attack Bamburgh."
Just mentioning the place name "Bamburgh", Erinred began to tremble.
"Bamburgh! It's Bamburgh. My master said that the only way to avoid war is to pay a tribute of a thousand pounds of silver coins. When we get the money, we give up attacking Bamburgh and killing the people in the city and the village. Farmer. You, too, will be released."
To be honest, Erinred was a little tempted. He thought about it and felt suspicious, so he shouted: "This is a contract with the devil, which is not credible. You killed me."
"It looks like something is not right." Rurik shook his head and asked Paul again: "How is the situation?"
"He... is looking for death."
"Do you have to be a hero?!" Rurik not only pinched his chin, then looked at Ernred, who was baring his teeth and whose eyes were filled with helplessness and grief, and shook his head: "Terror is not it."
Geiger came with an axe in his hand: "Since this person is still looking for death and doesn't want to take out silver coins to buy his life, why should we rap here? Brothers rushed to that Bamburgh and killed all the locals. The treasure is all ours."
"Don't be impulsive." Bijuni stepped forward, followed by more people. Everyone still thinks that the idea of "exchanging captives for money" can be implemented, but now the king of Northumbria has a hardened beak.
Bijuni motioned to Geiger to step aside, and he patted Rurik on the shoulder: "Brother, you have to let this man submit. I'm afraid it won't be possible to pee and wash his face, you see."
"what's happenin."
"His arm is dead. We just bandaged him with cloth strips. If he continues to do so, he will still die. He is dead. We really can't exchange money with him."
Rurik nodded and made a living following Biyuni's thoughts.
"Then give him treatment, be cruel, and force him to cooperate."
The sun has just set, and the captured Northumbria king Einred, his current situation is really a sheep to be slaughtered.
He was pressed by many people on the sandy beach. A Viking warrior put his knee against the big arm of his injured left arm.
With a rag in his mouth, he stared at the burning sword in the fire with horrified eyes.
Rurik sat cross-legged beside him, a handsome face under the soft light of the campfire.
Soon, Biyuni came with the burning sword.
"Rurik, I'm going to do it."
"Do it!"
After a while, the sound of sizzling lala came, and Ernred was trembling in the severe pain, and the big beads of sweat quickly wetted his forehead and then sweated like rain.
The air was filled with the scorched smell of barbecue, and Erinred's shaking became more and more like a goat.
The burning sword was slowly cut along the root of Einred's left forearm. This barbaric healing method might save his life, but if he did nothing, Einred would die of wound infection.
Biyuni took the broken left arm and threw it into the bonfire.
At this moment, Ernred was so dizzy with pain, but the torture was not over yet.
A pottery urn water poured him awake again.
Einred woke up, Fang Jue was suffering from severe pain in his left arm. He tried to raise his left hand and found that he didn't have any intuition. What's even more terrifying is that he was facing the sky with his belly naked? Even the last robes to hide the shame are gone?
Rurik sat beside him with a blank face, and motioned to Paul to say in very Rurik's Old Saxon language: "This is the commander of the Vikings, the Duke of the Duchy of Ross. This is an inevitable war. You! Enred, King of Northumbria, you must pay a tribute of a thousand pounds of silver coins to buy back your life and prevent Bamburgh from being razed to the ground."
He was not killed, and the other party's actions were obviously healing.
A thousand pounds of silver coins? !
Erinred's haggard face gasped: "Too many! One thousand pounds of silver coins."
Rurik leaned forward and asked, "Still not wanting to give it?"
"..."
Rurik shook his head and said with hatred: "If this is the case, I will turn you into an eunuch."
Although Ernred didn't quite understand what the young man said, he understood it all right away.
With his belly bare, he looked like a stallion waiting to be gelded. There was a shaggy barbarian who had already approached his vitals with a burning knife. This operation was clearly a gelding.
This is the biggest humiliation to a man. Erinred didn't care about so much and shouted: "I give money! Give money!"
This did not leave Rick's expectation, so he ordered his men to stop, and asked: "A thousand pounds of silver coins? Give it?"
"A thousand pounds... A thousand pounds is too much. The entire Bamburgh has not a thousand pounds of gold and silver."
"You still don't cooperate?"
"No!" Einred yelled, trembling in fear: "Two hundred pounds! Bamburgh can take out two hundred pounds."
This number has been very clear. It has dropped from one thousand pounds to two hundred pounds. The heads of the Balmerk tribe who are present here have all kinds of thoughts.
One thousand pounds, silver coins of this order of magnitude are challenging everyone's outlook on wealth.
That is two hundred pounds of silver coins. If this money can really be collected in the bag, my brothers are already very happy.
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Bijuni summed up everyone's attitudes and pulled Rurik aside. At this moment, several people gathered to discuss in a low voice.
Bijuni bluntly said his satisfaction: "Two hundred pounds is a lot. With our previous looting experience, I am afraid we can't squeeze a lot in this kingdom."
Many other people echoed, their short-sighted and extremely satisfying posture really made Rurik a headache.
"That's it? Are you satisfied?"
"Otherwise? This guy's mouth is so stiff until now, I think, we can hardly squeeze any benefits. I am afraid that Bamburgh is indeed very poor."
The speechless Rurik shook his head and turned back to sit next to Einred: "Then give me another 100,000 pounds of wheat. I know you have just finished the wheat harvest. Bamburgh is said to be a large town in the north of you, and it must be there. Lots of wheat."
"Are you... making Maizi's idea?"
"Say it! One hundred thousand pounds of wheat, give it or not."
"One hundred thousand pounds is too much. I... can only take out fifty thousand. Vikings, if you search all the wheat, our people will starve to death."
"You... are you begging us? Are you begging now? Do you think I'm so kind?" With that, Rurik, who drew his dagger, motioned to Paul to translate his words completely.
No matter, the dagger was directly against Erinred's ear: "One hundred thousand pounds! No discussion."
"..."
It seemed that the king did not want to cooperate, but was caught in substantive negotiations, and he wanted to try his best to reduce his losses. This shows that this person is not a stunned king, but any of his efforts are useless.
Paul immediately began to translate another line of Rurik, and this sentence was spoken by a leader of a powerful and barbaric group from afar, really horrified.
"Your proud cavalry suffered a huge loss. The huge army was wiped out. Edinburgh and Lindisfarne were destroyed. If Bamburgh was destroyed again, what would Mercia and Wessex think? We Vikings wanted silver coins. , For food! But those people, always hope to annex your kingdom. They will completely kill your family, the means are more barbarous than ours."
Ernred was silent for a while, and sighed and murmured: "You, you know Mecia and Wessex. You are obviously barbarians, and you are prepared for this attack."
"Of course. We are here for wealth. Would you like to use silver coins and wheat to buy our safe lives?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Haha, do you have such good intentions? Even if I take the money, you will still overturn the promise."
Rurik naturally agreed with what the king said. The so-called peace promise in any form is essentially a truce promise for a period of time.
The tide of the Viking Age has begun. The Ross people are not a brave waver in this tide. Other brave people include the Danes and Norwegians from all walks of life.
Rurik was unable to pack a ticket for his so-called promise. He bluntly said: "At least you can trust us now. I will take you to Bamburgh, I am afraid I can arrive tomorrow. I know that it is also located in the seaside bay. The town, the army will encircle the town, and you will be publicly displayed. When we get the tribute we need, we will release you and evacuate the whole army."
Come back home! Reunited with wife and children! After all, we rectified internal affairs, recruited new recruits to train the army, strengthened coastal defense, and strengthened land border defense.
Within a few seconds of effort, Einred conceived multiple strategies to avoid a repeat of the tragedy.
First of all, you must go back alive, even if you pay a serious price.
"I agree. Two hundred pounds of silver coins, one hundred thousand pounds of wheat. You send me to Bamburgh, and I will order the local defenders to act according to your requirements. Just beg, you don't attack Bamburgh."
Rurik nodded: "I can make a promise, but I want to increase the terms now."
"Ah?! You guys..." Einred was tickling his teeth with anger, conscious that he was being played with by this kid.
"Don't be nervous, I have already estimated your strength, it is already like this, and will not urge you to do things you can't do."
"What do you want to do?"
It doesn’t matter if you stay in the same position, just point to Ernred’s key points: “We are all men, and if we are men, we have the needs of men. My brothers have been sailing at sea for a month and come to your territory to ask for silver coins, For food, you also want your women. Provide me with a hundred young women, who are a hundred pure women. You can't fulfill the requirements that are too high, and one hundred pure women must be taken out."
"This... Am I going to use a woman to buy a peace?"
"Do you have a choice?"
Einred had just raised his head, and he sounded drooping. He really didn't have a choice.
"Okay! Okay... they will call me a tyrant."
"It doesn't matter." Rurik shrugged and pointed to the dark sea: "What is on the opposite side of the sea? All enemies! Do you think that Northumbria's enemies are all on land? No! Your kingdoms are just sheepfolds. There are flocks of sheep competing for fodder, and there are wolves on the other side of the sea. We evacuated with the money and women, but more people will come. We and the newcomers are not the same group, even if we don’t come, they Come back, and they won’t even give you a chance to negotiate."
"So, I even want to thank you?"
"Of course you have to thank me." Rurik retracted the sword and ordered his men to put the fig leaf on the king. "We will set off tomorrow morning and expect to arrive in Bamburgh tomorrow at noon. We will camp under the city of Bamburgh. Look, Lindisfarn’s stone walls can’t stop them. What is Bamburgh? Whether we attack the city or not depends on whether your tribute is provided quickly. You can’t die now, you can rest for now.”
After that, Rurik stood up and glared at Ernred with his head hooked: "You are indeed a stupid king. You don't even have a warship. I am looking forward to a naval battle, but nothing happens. Your cavalry. It caused me a little trouble, which made my victory glorious. Tomorrow, let you see the charm of the Vikings."
Rather than demanding tributes with the captured enemy king, the ordinary Balmerk Viking warrior hoped that he would carry his battle axe and grab it with his ability after breaking Bamburgh.
With the loss of a group of brothers and the continuous expedition in the past month, even if everyone looked like they were still popular due to a change of loot, their violent snoring at night could not deceive Rurik's ears.
The Balmerks and the Bergen immigrants of Shetland did not need to receive any moral inspiration from the cross. They believed in Odin, that is, they believed in the glory of fighting, and barbarism was really a hymn to the berserkers. But their physical fitness as a whole can't satisfy Rurik. The true Ross fighters have been eating wheat and meat over the years, and their strong physical fitness has shown a strong advantage in multiple betting on honors and future battles.
If the Balmerks are allowed to attack Bamburgh, Rurik still has the confidence to take the city in one fell swoop.
The price is naturally another two hundred deaths and injuries. It is logical that it is not the Ross people who died, so he can't care.
But wait a minute! When I returned to the voyage, I had to cross the waters controlled by the Bergen people. In line with everyone’s "sea etiquette", the fleet carrying a large amount of trophies would inevitably be slow. Did it cause the Bergen people to suddenly gather and start a momentum? A huge raid orgy?
The rule of the sea is that the strong is king. The leaders of the Balmerk tribe’s clan, or the leaders’ children are in the army, and Rurik found that they would not complain about their command due to a large loss of personnel~www.novelhall.com~ they would only complain about not getting enough. baby.
Considering that this trip to Bamburgh is very likely to get a large number of trophies, if the Balmerks are killed in a large number of battles, who will row the large number of long boats directly on the return journey? You can't let the Aphrora pull multiple ships.
The key to obtaining large amounts of tribute in a peaceful way is that the captured enemy king must live well.
This night, Ernred was **** with his legs, and his right arm was still tied with the rope on his heel. A piece of wood was sprinkled in his mouth, so-called beware of biting his tongue and committing suicide.
Rurik was wrong. All the Vikings were wrong. They really thought that Einred had a great chance of trying to kill himself. At least they thought that the Vikings could not stand such insults, or they would die by fighting or fighting. suicide.
Einred never thought of suicide. He was more afraid of the consequences of suicide and going to **** than the fear of death. He came to a new day in an extremely awkward posture, everything was dreamlike, as if everything was a nightmare.
It was not until someone kicked the wound of his broken arm that caused the whole person to scream in pain, and then realized that there was no nightmare at all, and that he was facing the darkest moment of life.
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After all, Paul had been a serf all his life. It would be foolish to expect this guy to have any shame.
Rurik made Paul stand aside, and made people scoop a basin of sea water and directly wash the king's stinky face.
By now, Rurik, who once had naive thoughts about the whole world, has disappeared. He squatted on tiptoe next to the shrunken Erinred who was still baring his teeth in a cloth jacket, holding a bit of seasoned sea salt in his right hand, looking at this person, still resentful, and deliberately sprinkled the wound on his left arm with salt.
The king opened his mouth and yelled in his actions, full of words like "Kill me", this phrase Rurik understood.
In Ernred's eyes, there was a fair-skinned teenager with blond hair and whip squatting in front of him, and his clothes were indeed different from those savages. As far as the situation is concerned, is this young man the commander of the entire barbarian army?
This young man is indeed handsome, but his heart is vicious, he is simply Satan's envoy.
"You... how dare you destroy our monastery on a holy day!"
When Rurik heard this, he didn't care what the king yelled. In his opinion, killing a so-called nobleman is enough to grab a dagger and stab in.
Is the king's name Ernred? Oh, this Ernred is just a kind of "vouchers" now, and how much this person is worth is what needs to be determined most at the moment.
Rurik asked Paul to translate his own words.
Paul still had a wicked and evil smile, and said sharply: "My master said, the Viking army will attack Bamburgh."
Just mentioning the place name "Bamburgh", Erinred began to tremble.
"Bamburgh! It's Bamburgh. My master said that the only way to avoid war is to pay a tribute of a thousand pounds of silver coins. When we get the money, we give up attacking Bamburgh and killing the people in the city and the village. Farmer. You, too, will be released."
To be honest, Erinred was a little tempted. He thought about it and felt suspicious, so he shouted: "This is a contract with the devil, which is not credible. You killed me."
"It looks like something is not right." Rurik shook his head and asked Paul again: "How is the situation?"
"He... is looking for death."
"Do you have to be a hero?!" Rurik not only pinched his chin, then looked at Ernred, who was baring his teeth and whose eyes were filled with helplessness and grief, and shook his head: "Terror is not it."
Geiger came with an axe in his hand: "Since this person is still looking for death and doesn't want to take out silver coins to buy his life, why should we rap here? Brothers rushed to that Bamburgh and killed all the locals. The treasure is all ours."
"Don't be impulsive." Bijuni stepped forward, followed by more people. Everyone still thinks that the idea of "exchanging captives for money" can be implemented, but now the king of Northumbria has a hardened beak.
Bijuni motioned to Geiger to step aside, and he patted Rurik on the shoulder: "Brother, you have to let this man submit. I'm afraid it won't be possible to pee and wash his face, you see."
"what's happenin."
"His arm is dead. We just bandaged him with cloth strips. If he continues to do so, he will still die. He is dead. We really can't exchange money with him."
Rurik nodded and made a living following Biyuni's thoughts.
"Then give him treatment, be cruel, and force him to cooperate."
The sun has just set, and the captured Northumbria king Einred, his current situation is really a sheep to be slaughtered.
He was pressed by many people on the sandy beach. A Viking warrior put his knee against the big arm of his injured left arm.
With a rag in his mouth, he stared at the burning sword in the fire with horrified eyes.
Rurik sat cross-legged beside him, a handsome face under the soft light of the campfire.
Soon, Biyuni came with the burning sword.
"Rurik, I'm going to do it."
"Do it!"
After a while, the sound of sizzling lala came, and Ernred was trembling in the severe pain, and the big beads of sweat quickly wetted his forehead and then sweated like rain.
The air was filled with the scorched smell of barbecue, and Erinred's shaking became more and more like a goat.
The burning sword was slowly cut along the root of Einred's left forearm. This barbaric healing method might save his life, but if he did nothing, Einred would die of wound infection.
Biyuni took the broken left arm and threw it into the bonfire.
At this moment, Ernred was so dizzy with pain, but the torture was not over yet.
A pottery urn water poured him awake again.
Einred woke up, Fang Jue was suffering from severe pain in his left arm. He tried to raise his left hand and found that he didn't have any intuition. What's even more terrifying is that he was facing the sky with his belly naked? Even the last robes to hide the shame are gone?
Rurik sat beside him with a blank face, and motioned to Paul to say in very Rurik's Old Saxon language: "This is the commander of the Vikings, the Duke of the Duchy of Ross. This is an inevitable war. You! Enred, King of Northumbria, you must pay a tribute of a thousand pounds of silver coins to buy back your life and prevent Bamburgh from being razed to the ground."
He was not killed, and the other party's actions were obviously healing.
A thousand pounds of silver coins? !
Erinred's haggard face gasped: "Too many! One thousand pounds of silver coins."
Rurik leaned forward and asked, "Still not wanting to give it?"
"..."
Rurik shook his head and said with hatred: "If this is the case, I will turn you into an eunuch."
Although Ernred didn't quite understand what the young man said, he understood it all right away.
With his belly bare, he looked like a stallion waiting to be gelded. There was a shaggy barbarian who had already approached his vitals with a burning knife. This operation was clearly a gelding.
This is the biggest humiliation to a man. Erinred didn't care about so much and shouted: "I give money! Give money!"
This did not leave Rick's expectation, so he ordered his men to stop, and asked: "A thousand pounds of silver coins? Give it?"
"A thousand pounds... A thousand pounds is too much. The entire Bamburgh has not a thousand pounds of gold and silver."
"You still don't cooperate?"
"No!" Einred yelled, trembling in fear: "Two hundred pounds! Bamburgh can take out two hundred pounds."
This number has been very clear. It has dropped from one thousand pounds to two hundred pounds. The heads of the Balmerk tribe who are present here have all kinds of thoughts.
One thousand pounds, silver coins of this order of magnitude are challenging everyone's outlook on wealth.
That is two hundred pounds of silver coins. If this money can really be collected in the bag, my brothers are already very happy.
To exchange good books, follow the vx public account. [Book Friends Base Camp]. Pay attention now and receive cash red envelopes!
Bijuni summed up everyone's attitudes and pulled Rurik aside. At this moment, several people gathered to discuss in a low voice.
Bijuni bluntly said his satisfaction: "Two hundred pounds is a lot. With our previous looting experience, I am afraid we can't squeeze a lot in this kingdom."
Many other people echoed, their short-sighted and extremely satisfying posture really made Rurik a headache.
"That's it? Are you satisfied?"
"Otherwise? This guy's mouth is so stiff until now, I think, we can hardly squeeze any benefits. I am afraid that Bamburgh is indeed very poor."
The speechless Rurik shook his head and turned back to sit next to Einred: "Then give me another 100,000 pounds of wheat. I know you have just finished the wheat harvest. Bamburgh is said to be a large town in the north of you, and it must be there. Lots of wheat."
"Are you... making Maizi's idea?"
"Say it! One hundred thousand pounds of wheat, give it or not."
"One hundred thousand pounds is too much. I... can only take out fifty thousand. Vikings, if you search all the wheat, our people will starve to death."
"You... are you begging us? Are you begging now? Do you think I'm so kind?" With that, Rurik, who drew his dagger, motioned to Paul to translate his words completely.
No matter, the dagger was directly against Erinred's ear: "One hundred thousand pounds! No discussion."
"..."
It seemed that the king did not want to cooperate, but was caught in substantive negotiations, and he wanted to try his best to reduce his losses. This shows that this person is not a stunned king, but any of his efforts are useless.
Paul immediately began to translate another line of Rurik, and this sentence was spoken by a leader of a powerful and barbaric group from afar, really horrified.
"Your proud cavalry suffered a huge loss. The huge army was wiped out. Edinburgh and Lindisfarne were destroyed. If Bamburgh was destroyed again, what would Mercia and Wessex think? We Vikings wanted silver coins. , For food! But those people, always hope to annex your kingdom. They will completely kill your family, the means are more barbarous than ours."
Ernred was silent for a while, and sighed and murmured: "You, you know Mecia and Wessex. You are obviously barbarians, and you are prepared for this attack."
"Of course. We are here for wealth. Would you like to use silver coins and wheat to buy our safe lives?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Haha, do you have such good intentions? Even if I take the money, you will still overturn the promise."
Rurik naturally agreed with what the king said. The so-called peace promise in any form is essentially a truce promise for a period of time.
The tide of the Viking Age has begun. The Ross people are not a brave waver in this tide. Other brave people include the Danes and Norwegians from all walks of life.
Rurik was unable to pack a ticket for his so-called promise. He bluntly said: "At least you can trust us now. I will take you to Bamburgh, I am afraid I can arrive tomorrow. I know that it is also located in the seaside bay. The town, the army will encircle the town, and you will be publicly displayed. When we get the tribute we need, we will release you and evacuate the whole army."
Come back home! Reunited with wife and children! After all, we rectified internal affairs, recruited new recruits to train the army, strengthened coastal defense, and strengthened land border defense.
Within a few seconds of effort, Einred conceived multiple strategies to avoid a repeat of the tragedy.
First of all, you must go back alive, even if you pay a serious price.
"I agree. Two hundred pounds of silver coins, one hundred thousand pounds of wheat. You send me to Bamburgh, and I will order the local defenders to act according to your requirements. Just beg, you don't attack Bamburgh."
Rurik nodded: "I can make a promise, but I want to increase the terms now."
"Ah?! You guys..." Einred was tickling his teeth with anger, conscious that he was being played with by this kid.
"Don't be nervous, I have already estimated your strength, it is already like this, and will not urge you to do things you can't do."
"What do you want to do?"
It doesn’t matter if you stay in the same position, just point to Ernred’s key points: “We are all men, and if we are men, we have the needs of men. My brothers have been sailing at sea for a month and come to your territory to ask for silver coins, For food, you also want your women. Provide me with a hundred young women, who are a hundred pure women. You can't fulfill the requirements that are too high, and one hundred pure women must be taken out."
"This... Am I going to use a woman to buy a peace?"
"Do you have a choice?"
Einred had just raised his head, and he sounded drooping. He really didn't have a choice.
"Okay! Okay... they will call me a tyrant."
"It doesn't matter." Rurik shrugged and pointed to the dark sea: "What is on the opposite side of the sea? All enemies! Do you think that Northumbria's enemies are all on land? No! Your kingdoms are just sheepfolds. There are flocks of sheep competing for fodder, and there are wolves on the other side of the sea. We evacuated with the money and women, but more people will come. We and the newcomers are not the same group, even if we don’t come, they Come back, and they won’t even give you a chance to negotiate."
"So, I even want to thank you?"
"Of course you have to thank me." Rurik retracted the sword and ordered his men to put the fig leaf on the king. "We will set off tomorrow morning and expect to arrive in Bamburgh tomorrow at noon. We will camp under the city of Bamburgh. Look, Lindisfarn’s stone walls can’t stop them. What is Bamburgh? Whether we attack the city or not depends on whether your tribute is provided quickly. You can’t die now, you can rest for now.”
After that, Rurik stood up and glared at Ernred with his head hooked: "You are indeed a stupid king. You don't even have a warship. I am looking forward to a naval battle, but nothing happens. Your cavalry. It caused me a little trouble, which made my victory glorious. Tomorrow, let you see the charm of the Vikings."
Rather than demanding tributes with the captured enemy king, the ordinary Balmerk Viking warrior hoped that he would carry his battle axe and grab it with his ability after breaking Bamburgh.
With the loss of a group of brothers and the continuous expedition in the past month, even if everyone looked like they were still popular due to a change of loot, their violent snoring at night could not deceive Rurik's ears.
The Balmerks and the Bergen immigrants of Shetland did not need to receive any moral inspiration from the cross. They believed in Odin, that is, they believed in the glory of fighting, and barbarism was really a hymn to the berserkers. But their physical fitness as a whole can't satisfy Rurik. The true Ross fighters have been eating wheat and meat over the years, and their strong physical fitness has shown a strong advantage in multiple betting on honors and future battles.
If the Balmerks are allowed to attack Bamburgh, Rurik still has the confidence to take the city in one fell swoop.
The price is naturally another two hundred deaths and injuries. It is logical that it is not the Ross people who died, so he can't care.
But wait a minute! When I returned to the voyage, I had to cross the waters controlled by the Bergen people. In line with everyone’s "sea etiquette", the fleet carrying a large amount of trophies would inevitably be slow. Did it cause the Bergen people to suddenly gather and start a momentum? A huge raid orgy?
The rule of the sea is that the strong is king. The leaders of the Balmerk tribe’s clan, or the leaders’ children are in the army, and Rurik found that they would not complain about their command due to a large loss of personnel~www.novelhall.com~ they would only complain about not getting enough. baby.
Considering that this trip to Bamburgh is very likely to get a large number of trophies, if the Balmerks are killed in a large number of battles, who will row the large number of long boats directly on the return journey? You can't let the Aphrora pull multiple ships.
The key to obtaining large amounts of tribute in a peaceful way is that the captured enemy king must live well.
This night, Ernred was **** with his legs, and his right arm was still tied with the rope on his heel. A piece of wood was sprinkled in his mouth, so-called beware of biting his tongue and committing suicide.
Rurik was wrong. All the Vikings were wrong. They really thought that Einred had a great chance of trying to kill himself. At least they thought that the Vikings could not stand such insults, or they would die by fighting or fighting. suicide.
Einred never thought of suicide. He was more afraid of the consequences of suicide and going to **** than the fear of death. He came to a new day in an extremely awkward posture, everything was dreamlike, as if everything was a nightmare.
It was not until someone kicked the wound of his broken arm that caused the whole person to scream in pain, and then realized that there was no nightmare at all, and that he was facing the darkest moment of life.
, The fastest update to the latest chapter of the Rise of Rurik!After all, Paul had been a serf all his life. It would be foolish to expect this guy to have any shame.Rurik made Paul stand aside, and made people scoop a basin of sea water and directly wash the king's stinky face.By now, Rurik, who once had naive thoughts about the whole world, has disappeared. He squatted on tiptoe next to the shrunken Erinred who was still baring his teeth in a cloth jacket, holding a bit of seasoned sea salt in his right hand, looking at this person, still resentful, and deliberately sprinkled the wound on his left arm with salt.The king opened his mouth and yelled in his actions, full of words like "Kill me", this phrase Rurik understood.In Ernred's eyes, there was a fair-skinned teenager with blond hair and whip squatting in front of him, and his clothes were indeed different from those savages. As far as the situation is concerned, is this young man the commander of the entire barbarian army?This young man is indeed handsome, but his heart is vicious, he is simply Satan's envoy."You... how dare you destroy our monastery on a holy day!"When Rurik heard this, he didn't care what the king yelled. In his opinion, killing a so-called nobleman is enough to grab a dagger and stab in.Is the king's name Ernred? Oh, this Ernred is just a kind of "vouchers" now, and how much this person is worth is what needs to be determined most at the moment.Rurik asked Paul to translate his own words.Paul still had a wicked and evil smile, and said sharply: "My master said, the Viking army will attack Bamburgh."Just mentioning the place name "Bamburgh", Erinred began to tremble."Bamburgh! It's Bamburgh. My master said that the only way to avoid war is to pay a tribute of a thousand pounds of silver coins. When we get the money, we give up attacking Bamburgh and killing the people in the city and the village. Farmer. You, too, will be released."To be honest, Erinred was a little tempted. He thought about it and felt suspicious, so he shouted: "This is a contract with the devil, which is not credible. You killed me.""It looks like something is not right." Rurik shook his head and asked Paul again: "How is the situation?""He... is looking for death.""Do you have to be a hero?!" Rurik not only pinched his chin, then looked at Ernred, who was baring his teeth and whose eyes were filled with helplessness and grief, and shook his head: "Terror is not it."Geiger came with an axe in his hand: "Since this person is still looking for death and doesn't want to take out silver coins to buy his life, why should we rap here? Brothers rushed to that Bamburgh and killed all the locals. The treasure is all ours.""Don't be impulsive." Bijuni stepped forward, followed by more people. Everyone still thinks that the idea of "exchanging captives for money" can be implemented, but now the king of Northumbria has a hardened beak.Bijuni motioned to Geiger to step aside, and he patted Rurik on the shoulder: "Brother, you have to let this man submit. I'm afraid it won't be possible to pee and wash his face, you see.""what's happenin.""His arm is dead. We just bandaged him with cloth strips. If he continues to do so, he will still die. He is dead. We really can't exchange money with him."Rurik nodded and made a living following Biyuni's thoughts."Then give him treatment, be cruel, and force him to cooperate."The sun has just set, and the captured Northumbria king Einred, his current situation is really a sheep to be slaughtered.He was pressed by many people on the sandy beach. A Viking warrior put his knee against the big arm of his injured left arm.With a rag in his mouth, he stared at the burning sword in the fire with horrified eyes.Rurik sat cross-legged beside him, a handsome face under the soft light of the campfire.Soon, Biyuni came with the burning sword."Rurik, I'm going to do it.""Do it!"After a while, the sound of sizzling lala came, and Ernred was trembling in the severe pain, and the big beads of sweat quickly wetted his forehead and then sweated like rain.The air was filled with the scorched smell of barbecue, and Erinred's shaking became more and more like a goat.The burning sword was slowly cut along the root of Einred's left forearm. This barbaric healing method might save his life, but if he did nothing, Einred would die of wound infection.Biyuni took the broken left arm and threw it into the bonfire.At this moment, Ernred was so dizzy with pain, but the torture was not over yet.A pottery urn water poured him awake again.Einred woke up, Fang Jue was suffering from severe pain in his left arm. He tried to raise his left hand and found that he didn't have any intuition. What's even more terrifying is that he was facing the sky with his belly naked? Even the last robes to hide the shame are gone?Rurik sat beside him with a blank face, and motioned to Paul to say in very Rurik's Old Saxon language: "This is the commander of the Vikings, the Duke of the Duchy of Ross. This is an inevitable war. You! Enred, King of Northumbria, you must pay a tribute of a thousand pounds of silver coins to buy back your life and prevent Bamburgh from being razed to the ground."He was not killed, and the other party's actions were obviously healing.A thousand pounds of silver coins? !Erinred's haggard face gasped: "Too many! One thousand pounds of silver coins."Rurik leaned forward and asked, "Still not wanting to give it?""..."Rurik shook his head and said with hatred: "If this is the case, I will turn you into an eunuch."Although Ernred didn't quite understand what the young man said, he understood it all right away.With his belly bare, he looked like a stallion waiting to be gelded. There was a shaggy barbarian who had already approached his vitals with a burning knife. This operation was clearly a gelding.This is the biggest humiliation to a man. Erinred didn't care about so much and shouted: "I give money! Give money!"This did not leave Rick's expectation, so he ordered his men to stop, and asked: "A thousand pounds of silver coins? Give it?""A thousand pounds... A thousand pounds is too much. The entire Bamburgh has not a thousand pounds of gold and silver.""You still don't cooperate?""No!" Einred yelled, trembling in fear: "Two hundred pounds! Bamburgh can take out two hundred pounds."This number has been very clear. It has dropped from one thousand pounds to two hundred pounds. The heads of the Balmerk tribe who are present here have all kinds of thoughts.One thousand pounds, silver coins of this order of magnitude are challenging everyone's outlook on wealth.That is two hundred pounds of silver coins. If this money can really be collected in the bag, my brothers are already very happy.To exchange good books, follow the vx public account. Book Friends Base Camp. Pay attention now and receive cash red envelopes!Bijuni summed up everyone's attitudes and pulled Rurik aside. At this moment, several people gathered to discuss in a low voice.Bijuni bluntly said his satisfaction: "Two hundred pounds is a lot. With our previous looting experience, I am afraid we can't squeeze a lot in this kingdom."Many other people echoed, their short-sighted and extremely satisfying posture really made Rurik a headache."That's it? Are you satisfied?""Otherwise? This guy's mouth is so stiff until now, I think, we can hardly squeeze any benefits. I am afraid that Bamburgh is indeed very poor."The speechless Rurik shook his head and turned back to sit next to Einred: "Then give me another 100,000 pounds of wheat. I know you have just finished the wheat harvest. Bamburgh is said to be a large town in the north of you, and it must be there. Lots of wheat.""Are you... making Maizi's idea?""Say it! One hundred thousand pounds of wheat, give it or not.""One hundred thousand pounds is too much. I... can only take out fifty thousand. Vikings, if you search all the wheat, our people will starve to death.""You... are you begging us? Are you begging now? Do you think I'm so kind?" With that, Rurik, who drew his dagger, motioned to Paul to translate his words completely.No matter, the dagger was directly against Erinred's ear: "One hundred thousand pounds! No discussion.""..."It seemed that the king did not want to cooperate, but was caught in substantive negotiations, and he wanted to try his best to reduce his losses. This shows that this person is not a stunned king, but any of his efforts are useless.Paul immediately began to translate another line of Rurik, and this sentence was spoken by a leader of a powerful and barbaric group from afar, really horrified."Your proud cavalry suffered a huge loss. The huge army was wiped out. Edinburgh and Lindisfarne were destroyed. If Bamburgh was destroyed again, what would Mercia and Wessex think? We Vikings wanted silver coins. , For food! But those people, always hope to annex your kingdom. They will completely kill your family, the means are more barbarous than ours."Ernred was silent for a while, and sighed and murmured: "You, you know Mecia and Wessex. You are obviously barbarians, and you are prepared for this attack.""Of course. We are here for wealth. Would you like to use silver coins and wheat to buy our safe lives?" Rurik asked deliberately."Haha, do you have such good intentions? Even if I take the money, you will still overturn the promise."Rurik naturally agreed with what the king said. The so-called peace promise in any form is essentially a truce promise for a period of time.The tide of the Viking Age has begun. The Ross people are not a brave waver in this tide. Other brave people include the Danes and Norwegians from all walks of life.Rurik was unable to pack a ticket for his so-called promise. He bluntly said: "At least you can trust us now. I will take you to Bamburgh, I am afraid I can arrive tomorrow. I know that it is also located in the seaside bay. The town, the army will encircle the town, and you will be publicly displayed. When we get the tribute we need, we will release you and evacuate the whole army."Come back home! Reunited with wife and children! After all, we rectified internal affairs, recruited new recruits to train the army, strengthened coastal defense, and strengthened land border defense.Within a few seconds of effort, Einred conceived multiple strategies to avoid a repeat of the tragedy.First of all, you must go back alive, even if you pay a serious price."I agree. Two hundred pounds of silver coins, one hundred thousand pounds of wheat. You send me to Bamburgh, and I will order the local defenders to act according to your requirements. Just beg, you don't attack Bamburgh."Rurik nodded: "I can make a promise, but I want to increase the terms now.""Ah?! You guys..." Einred was tickling his teeth with anger, conscious that he was being played with by this kid."Don't be nervous, I have already estimated your strength, it is already like this, and will not urge you to do things you can't do.""What do you want to do?"It doesn't matter if you stay in the same position, just point to Ernred's key points: We are all men, and if we are men, we have the needs of men. My brothers have been sailing at sea for a month and come to your territory to ask for silver coins, For food, you also want your women. Provide me with a hundred young women, who are a hundred pure women. You can't fulfill the requirements that are too high, and one hundred pure women must be taken out.""This... Am I going to use a woman to buy a peace?""Do you have a choice?"Einred had just raised his head, and he sounded drooping. He really didn't have a choice."Okay! Okay... they will call me a tyrant.""It doesn't matter." Rurik shrugged and pointed to the dark sea: "What is on the opposite side of the sea? All enemies! Do you think that Northumbria's enemies are all on land? No! Your kingdoms are just sheepfolds. There are flocks of sheep competing for fodder, and there are wolves on the other side of the sea. We evacuated with the money and women, but more people will come. We and the newcomers are not the same group, even if we don't come, they Come back, and they won't even give you a chance to negotiate.""So, I even want to thank you?""Of course you have to thank me." Rurik retracted the sword and ordered his men to put the fig leaf on the king. "We will set off tomorrow morning and expect to arrive in Bamburgh tomorrow at noon. We will camp under the city of Bamburgh. Look, Lindisfarn's stone walls can't stop them. What is Bamburgh? Whether we attack the city or not depends on whether your tribute is provided quickly. You can't die now, you can rest for now.After that, Rurik stood up and glared at Ernred with his head hooked: "You are indeed a stupid king. You don't even have a warship. I am looking forward to a naval battle, but nothing happens. Your cavalry. It caused me a little trouble, which made my victory glorious. Tomorrow, let you see the charm of the Vikings."Rather than demanding tributes with the captured enemy king, the ordinary Balmerk Viking warrior hoped that he would carry his battle axe and grab it with his ability after breaking Bamburgh.With the loss of a group of brothers and the continuous expedition in the past month, even if everyone looked like they were still popular due to a change of loot, their violent snoring at night could not deceive Rurik's ears.The Balmerks and the Bergen immigrants of Shetland did not need to receive any moral inspiration from the cross. They believed in Odin, that is, they believed in the glory of fighting, and barbarism was really a hymn to the berserkers. But their physical fitness as a whole can't satisfy Rurik. The true Ross fighters have been eating wheat and meat over the years, and their strong physical fitness has shown a strong advantage in multiple betting on honors and future battles.If the Balmerks are allowed to attack Bamburgh, Rurik still has the confidence to take the city in one fell swoop.The price is naturally another two hundred deaths and injuries. It is logical that it is not the Ross people who died, so he can't care.But wait a minute! When I returned to the voyage, I had to cross the waters controlled by the Bergen people. In line with everyone's "sea etiquette", the fleet carrying a large amount of trophies would inevitably be slow. Did it cause the Bergen people to suddenly gather and start a momentum? A huge raid orgy?The rule of the sea is that the strong is king. The leaders of the Balmerk tribe's clan, or the leaders' children are in the army, and Rurik found that they would not complain about their command due to a large loss of personnel~www.novelhall.com~ they would only complain about not getting enough. baby.Considering that this trip to Bamburgh is very likely to get a large number of trophies, if the Balmerks are killed in a large number of battles, who will row the large number of long boats directly on the return journey? You can't let the Aphrora pull multiple ships.The key to obtaining large amounts of tribute in a peaceful way is that the captured enemy king must live well.This night, Ernred was **** with his legs, and his right arm was still tied with the rope on his heel. A piece of wood was sprinkled in his mouth, so-called beware of biting his tongue and committing suicide.Rurik was wrong. All the Vikings were wrong. They really thought that Einred had a great chance of trying to kill himself. At least they thought that the Vikings could not stand such insults, or they would die by fighting or fighting. suicide.Einred never thought of suicide. He was more afraid of the consequences of suicide and going to **** than the fear of death. He came to a new day in an extremely awkward posture, everything was dreamlike, as if everything was a nightmare.It was not until someone kicked the wound of his broken arm that caused the whole person to scream in pain, and then realized that there was no nightmare at all, and that he was facing the darkest moment of life.
