Rise of Rurik

Rurik didn't want to go into a long story about what the so-called campfire meeting was doing, even the memories of the past should stop there.

He wanted to finish it quickly, so he didn't have to spend the night on the shore, so he simply hugged the deerskin over the linen bedding, and ran to the dry and flat long boat to sleep.

Finally, at a critical moment, Rurik ordered his own people to shut up, and he approached Mechasta, "Now I will tell you one thing, the expedition you dispatched was wiped out, and none of my tribe lost. Those people are all lost. After death, I can completely ignore the corpses of those people and let them be eaten by snow wolves. But I got the order of God, so before we left, most of the corpses were collected. All the corpses were gathered in one at the foot of the mountain. depression."

Mechasta trembled when he heard it. He didn't know how to evaluate the child in front of him, why he suddenly told himself this. They are savage fellows, but they show kindness. and many more! Really kindness? There is a hint of threat!

After thinking about it from another point of view, Mechasta asked himself, in those tribal wars, his own people would not care about the corpses of the hostile Salmon Lord tribal people who died, and simply let them decay and return to nature.

Mechasta suppressed his emotions, "They... are all in there?"

"It's right at the foot of the mountain, I think it's easy to find them. Tomorrow most of us will go to the hills to continue to develop the mines that were developed by your people. As for the dead, I want to build a joint tomb for them, Near the mountain fort is your cemetery, and I know your traditions. So build a joint tomb, and that area will be your tribe's cemetery in the future. I think you can accept my arrangement."

Mechasta hated again in his heart, just looking at this handsome boy and the boy's decision, he couldn't really hate it.

Mechasta is a rational person, and he knows what kind of actions can bring benefits to his tribe and avoid harm.

Absolutely rational consideration, the expedition team is dead when they die, and it is useless to say anything. Now, the important thing is to appease the hearts of the surviving tribesmen.

At least until now, the Rus people have not interfered with the sacrifices of their tribes. Instead, the tribes have received good food treatment, and now it is better housing. Even the leader of Rurik really knew the Kovins!

With tears in his eyes, Mechasta fully agreed with Rurik's whole decision.

His face was staring at the faint hills under the starlight not far away, and a strangeness with a hint of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

so similar! If you build a walled mountain fort, set up a cemetery, an altar, and put some canoes on the river beach, it will all be like home!

His face came back to his senses, and he looked at Rurik: "I also made a decision,

Our tribe will no longer call themselves Grey Squirrels. We have a brand new name and we are Iron Squirrel! "

"Really?" Rurik responded with a smile: "It's still called Stella Orava, your tribe needs to be named after steel. Because we Russ will make steel whenever we get the chance, and that's what makes us strong. The key. Mechasta you should be happy with your decision, your master, destined to be the strongest of the Varyags."

It sounds like something to be happy about, but the Rus people generally do not understand the "language of the Kovins" spoken by Rurik. A frightening fear arises.

Because in his opinion, this Varyag child, who is a little younger than his own son, has huge ambitions, and his vision is so big that it completely exceeds his own imagination. Does he want to conquer "every land that can be walked and sailed"?

what! After all, the tribe that changed its name to "Steel Squirrel" has always hoped to live an uncontested life on the banks of the dense forest. What ambition can they have?

So when other people of the Iron Squirrel Tribe knew that they needed to build their new home like the old mountain fort, everyone was happy.

And when everyone learned that the bodies of the deceased of the expedition team had a definite destination, they immediately exploded!

Because, many of the survivors' old women's sons, or husbands, are part of the expedition! They gathered around the shaman of their tribe and prayed to her to wait until tomorrow when everyone found all the corpses, and performed a sacrifice for their dead relatives, so that their wandering souls in the icy world could return to the souls of the Kewen people in their dreams. the sea to rest in peace.

The expedition people are there! In a snow nest at the foot of the mountain!

This night, the people who have changed their name to the Iron Squirrel Tribe couldn't let go of their hearts at the thought of their clansmen being corpses in the wilderness. They didn't fall asleep until the extreme exhaustion came.

What to do tomorrow, Rurik and his guys have already made arrangements.

Night has come, and it is best not to think about anything until dawn.

He lay on the flagship longship that had been dragged ashore, laying buckskin on the inside of the relatively flat vessel, and resting in bedding.

He didn't ask about the many feelings of the Terravis brothers and sisters about the deceased in the mine. They were on the same boat. He could hear the whispers of the brothers and sisters, and knew their regret for the tribe's deceased.

On the banks of the big river, this place was supposed to be absolutely wild, it was originally a pure natural place undiscovered by human beings, but now the Rus people have planted deep stakes here, 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 a temporary silence, the bonfire was still crackling and burning, and there was a faint smell of burning pine resin floating in the air. The fire-baked, drier ground is littered with assorted wooden slats and unprocessed logs.

Even here lies a huge pine tree with all its branches cut off. It was dragged out of the woods by more than 20 strong Ross men.

Young people in Ross noticed the unique wood resources here!

Unlike the area where Roseburg is located, the huge pine or oak trees near the hometown have been cut down almost, and the development of the shipbuilding industry over the past year has increased the tribe's demand for wood.

Everyone originally came to the north to explore mineral resources. People who are highly sensitive to navigation immediately realized the importance of wood resources here.

Big tree! Very tall tree! It is a tree that has almost disappeared in its hometown.

Although in the eyes of the Rus, the best boat material is the oak tree, but the oak tree is easy to grow a little crooked, and the more common Korean pine has become an important substitute. The pine tree is a little harder than the oak tree, which the Rus can judge by experience.

A stunning collection of giant red pines, found near the new settlement, must be cut down and dug into the trunks to make excellent canoes.

However, its greatest value lies in the keel! The Korean pine is too high, and the hardest part of the core is chiseled into strips and allowed to dry naturally. That is an excellent keel material. Based on it, the Rus can build larger ships.

A new day is coming with a cool breeze.

The whole world is immersed in a thin sea fog, and when the sun rises, the fog quickly dissipates.

A night's sleep Rurik did not give himself a good rest.

"It's the boat and the car, I have to sleep until noon at least. Hey, let's get up, I have to take them to the mine at noon today." He patted his little face to cheer up, then sat up and saw that it had begun working people.

Generally speaking, the Rus people only eat two meals a day, that is, one to wake up and one to eat in the evening. Only those who do heavy physical labor will have a meal at noon, so for everyone, this meal in the evening is a main meal.

Rurik at least popularized three meals a day for his young subordinates, or because of the daily training, the children were hungry and really tried their best to eat more.

In the early morning, the aroma of boiled wheat porridge wafted over the camp, or looking for this rich and coveted aroma, a group of fishermen not only did not turn around and returned to their hometowns, but instead steered their sail fishing boats directly to the beach.

Rurik noticed their arrival, and couldn't help feeling moved.

Some daring young fishermen, how they wished they could become part of the one hundred chosen warriors, follow Rurik, and thus hope to make themselves and their descendants the top cronies of the future Rurik in power.

In fact, only five small fishing boats washed the beach, and only twenty fishermen landed. They are all young and promising, and most of them are brothers and friends on the same boat.

Just after eating the hot salty wheat porridge, Rurik felt full of energy, and it seemed that the next five kilometers of inland off-road would not be difficult.

The sudden landing of the fishermen made him very happy. After all, the reality was here. He really overestimated the speed of building a new town with only the few people on hand. He needed more strong labor.

Rurik stood up, accepting the warrior-like luggage of his own people's fists hammering their hearts.

The leader of the fishermen was Speuter, and he and his companions did not take part in the northern hunt, nor did they take part in the crusade against Gotland, perhaps simply because they were very young.

These 20 fishermen are generally only 20 years old this year. Compared with other fighters, they have never been on the battlefield. Even if they hunted land beasts and killed beluga whales and seals with harpoons, they were still too immature.

"Master War Chief, we are here to work for you."

"Oh?" Rurik was a little surprised, "I thought you guys went fishing at night to give me a catch."

"My lord, we really want to work for you. We can cut wood, build houses, and repair boats for you."

"I understand." Rurik grabbed his waist and grabbed the words, "You want some compensation, just like everyone else. Even if you are a little tired from work, you can earn a silver coin for three days, and the food is free. You don't want to miss this kind of good thing."

Hearing that, the fisherman Speuter smiled naively, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Rurik is smart, smarter than all children.

Rurik didn't appreciate his face: "Your purpose is actually to get silver coins. Do you think that if you don't invite me to do things for me, I have to give you benefits."

Spuut was a little flustered, and he looked at the expressions of the brothers of the other tribes around Rurik, and he was deeply timid for a moment, and his footsteps became a little weak.

"If you refuse. I think we should leave." Having said that, some fishermen have already started to retreat.

"Wait a minute!" Rurik beckoned.

"Sir, do you have any orders?"

For a split second, Rurik's eyes glanced at the rushing river, and he pondered that the thoughts that started yesterday could be implemented immediately today with the help of these fishermen.

"You can work for me, but not build." Rurik's little finger pointed to the upper reaches of the river. "You go against 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? Will this work?"

"Who knows?" Rurik shrugged, and suddenly there was another flash of inspiration. He stomped his feet: "Oh! Who knows how much resources are in this area? We caught a lot of ferrets and snow rabbits in this area in winter. If you go upstream, you might be able to catch some small beasts."

This reminder is really reminiscent of many things.

Spuut suddenly realized: "Spring is here, those hibernating black bears, and wandering white bears, they should all appear. The bears in their hometown have been hunted and killed, maybe here..."

"Good idea! Just do it!"

Rurik can be sure that the land north of the Gulf of Bothnia is home to more polar bears than people. How many are there, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, or more. Maybe the ice floes on the Arctic Ocean are now full of polar bears wandering around.

Rebuild a Kowen-style mountain fort, one purpose is to defend against polar bear attack.

The leather of polar bears is a treasure, and bear meat is also a good meat. It is a difficult thing to hunt a strong bear weighing nearly one ton. Kill, engage the hunter became the prey.

The fishermen were here, and Rurik immediately recruited five mercenaries under his command, and gave the mercenary warriors equipped with crossbows a special mission—to follow the fishing boats to explore and shoot large prey directly.

Finding and killing bears, wolves, foxes, and reindeer has become a job for fishermen.

Rurik offered a condition that he would buy all the fresh leather himself at the traditional leather purchase price of the Rus. Including the meat of the prey, as well as the catch, Rurik is also willing to spend money to buy it.

His only warning is that once he encounters the so-called "summer grazing" deer herders, he must not take the initiative to shoot them, but use force to capture them, and finally bring them all back to the camp.

They are a Russ expedition that is under the command of Rurik! Five small fishing boats, a total of twenty-five people!

They were given new orders, and they all received an honor for being given the opportunity to serve Rurik.

Of course, apart from the more vain honor, Rurik, who has always "liked to abide by the contract", promised to buy with real money and buy 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 their strength greatly increased.

Five small boats sailed up the current, each with four paddles rhythmically, and the large sails were blown by the southerly wind, which was no longer as sharp as knives, and they gradually disappeared behind Rurik and the others watching from the shore. in sight.

Kawi always stood beside Rurik, watching the fishing boat drift away, gradually being hidden by the dark green forest.

"Rurik, do you really think they can kill a group of white bears?"

"Who knows?" Rurik shrugged. "Whether they succeed or not, this area will always be our domain. The Oulu River that continues from here to the Kovins, and our Murmansk due east. On the peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, the deer breeders who live there must be all my servants.”

Rurik said a lot, and Kawei vaguely heard some strange words. "Rurik, what mole? What sk? A peninsula?"

"Ah!" Rurik's small body was startled, and then he pointed to the rushing river: "Everything here is ours! That's what God told me."

Kawhi was greatly surprised: "Ah, it looks like you got a revelation last night."

Similar rhetoric Rurik has already tried many times, and he said casually: "Even if we haven't been to some areas, God has given me a revelation."

"Odin... what else is there to reveal?"

"Yes!" Rurik smiled confidently. "There is a peninsula, which is the territory of deer breeders. The frozen sea at the end of the world just north of us has a bay that never freezes. Let's go, we want to Climb the mine. Remember! Odin gave me the battle of fate, and Odin gave us the mine. Now, it's your time to show your talent."

"Let's go then." Kawei turned around and looked at his clansmen, "Everyone is ready. Those Kewen people are ready, so are your little subordinates. Just waiting for your order. It's gone!"

"Let's go!" After saying that, Rurik suddenly pulled out his saber, and in the buzzing sound of the sword's edge, he roared: "Except for the brothers who stayed behind and continued to build, everyone else, go to the mine for me!"

The clansmen let out an exhilarating roar, and the Kewen people seemed extremely urgent. They gathered together to form a mighty team, as many as four hundred people!