Rise of Rurik

The Trent River flows quietly, and the farmers who live along the river live their quiet and miserable days.

The wars in recent years were basically infighting among the nobles. The farmers paid the grain tax and land rent, and then paid the poll tax, but they had to bring their own weapons to fight the nobles’ orders.

But no matter what kind of war it is, the battlefield will never break out in the Earl of Lindsay on the lower reaches of the Trent River.

The days of the people have been long, and all the far-flung travelers have revealed that terrible pirates have sacked the villages of East Anglia and Wessex. What does this have to do with the people living in the Earl of Lindsay?

The farmer's field of vision is limited to one-third of the acre of farmland by the river, which is obviously adjacent to the sea, but almost no one goes to fish.

Because, they even forgot how to build boats, just building some canoes to float on the Trent River.

Only this year is very special.

Years ago, the king of Wessex brought troops into the country, and his king immediately swore allegiance, so much so that the farmer's family had to pay another tax to Wessex.

Wessex withered, and King Mercia was restored immediately. Over the past few years, His Majesty has used troops against East Anglia, and the people's financial resources have been severely squeezed.

How long has it been peaceful? This year, the Count brought his elite armored squires and recruited peasants to the north to conquer Northumbria.

When will the expedition return?

The people didn't think much about it. They counted their surplus grains and actively raised chickens and sheep at the end of the warm summer, so that their hardships could be alleviated.

Of course, on Sundays every weekend, people from all over the world gather in the monasteries of the villages to receive the teachings of the priests, and people near Lindsay City pour into the city one after another.

The occlusion of information brings not only their extremely limited cognition of the outside world, but they do not know what Vikings are at all. Although there are rumors, they have been described as Satan's after unreliable explanations by priests. The little devil of the apostles. So, how do you protect yourself from being infested by demons? It is to stay away from the sea and devoutly believe in your own beliefs.

But it all came too suddenly.

The rainy weather continued, and thanks to the protection of the cabin, the situation of the advancing fleet was not too bad.

This is of course limited to the Rus army. The open-top longboats of the Balmer army can't keep out the wind and rain. They endured all the pain.

It is the strong belief that keeps them going.

The north wind is not severe, but the temperature is low enough. In such bad weather, the Allies continue to "bath", so they won't catch a cold and have a fever?

Although Rurik was worried, he was helpless and could only hope that everyone was in good physical condition.

As a result, the conquest of Lindsay City became necessary, and everyone needed to temporarily live in a shelter from the wind and rain.

In the rain, all the boats hoisted their sails, and they went upstream for the north wind.

Rurik called the Trent River Lindsay out of convenience. The waterway of this river was a little wider than that of the Eyre River before, and it was now running north-south, which was just right for the fleet to take advantage of the wind to raid.

The fleet appeared impressively under Lindsay City, which was indeed a stone city built along the river.

"This is our goal?" Arik, who was bathing in Xiaoyu, questioned his brother with a sword.

"Who knows? We've sailed to see this stone-walled city, as it should be."

"It doesn't matter, we can break it and take a few prisoners." Arik danced his sword eagerly.

Rurik nodded, "Then let's do it. We do need a break, too."

With that said, Rurik saw an obstacle ahead of the river in the drizzle.

what is that? Clearly a bridge.

"Damn, a wooden bridge actually blocked my advance. It's time to teach the locals a lesson. If you dare to build a bridge to stop me, it's time for a crusade!"

Up to now, Rurik, who should have made great achievements, has become both barbaric and naturally a little arrogant.

A city protected by a low stone wall can also stop the Ross Balmer coalition?

Someone blew the horn, and the noise attracted the attention of the entire fleet.

The Avlora had broken down, as were the rest of the ships.

Rurik clasped at the side rail and shouted to his cousin who had already taken the soldiers off the boat: "Arik! Remember! Don't kill indiscriminately, don't attack without authorization, wait until I'm ready with the shooter."

"Then come down quickly." Arik yelled dismissively.

Rurik prepared some ladders in advance because of the new plan to attack Tamworth, the king city of Mercia.

The Ross army who disembarked was already working together to carry the long ladder unloaded from the big ship, and the Balmerk army also dragged their wet bodies and gathered on the wet grass by the river.

Looking at Lindsay City, a city of the Saxons who crossed the sea and expanded based on a Roman-era fortress, there was only a small army of garrisoned retinues left. They found that an incredible fleet had already arrived at the city.

Yes, in fact, some villages along the river have already noticed this fleet upstream. When the villagers sensed danger, they all avoided it spontaneously, but it was rainy. Tell Lindsay City of danger.

This tiny city with a permanent population of 800 or 900 people, and the residents of the city all serve the Earl's family, and because of the Earl's expedition, the population has been reduced to only 500 people.

There were no more than fifty squires who were loyal to the earl's family and stayed behind with weapons. They climbed to the top of the city in the rain, one by two trembling with fear.

However, the attack of the Rus army has come.

Long-range strikes before going to war, as long as an army has the right ranged weapons, it would be foolish not to do so.

Cast iron projectiles and javelins fell from the sky, and none of Rurik's slingshot operators could see a clear enemy. It doesn't matter, this move is not to kill the enemy, but to create panic in the city.

At first, the women and children, who were sheltering in their homes from the rain, felt that the sky was falling dangerously with hailstorms.

Occasionally, extreme weather does occur, and hail can pierce through the wooden roofs of grass sheds, injuring residents and even killing poultry in pens.

But this time is very different. The residents witnessed their relatives being crushed to death!

Is that hail? It's a piece of iron! And the javelin!

They were completely inexplicable, and they hid in Tibet again with fear.

The projectile smashed through the stone tiles of Lindsay Abbey, and even the priest was hiding.

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The old priest slammed on the floor with his cane, and the little priest who was running around was deterred by the picture.

The situation was already in a panic, and another soldier covered in water broke into the monastery and shouted: "The enemy who came out of nowhere is attacking us, the centurion ordered you to hide!"

When I heard of the enemy attack, the chaos really intensified.

"Do you still count as piety?" The pastor scolded again, then threw his crutches, picked up the large wooden cross used in presiding Mass, used it as a crutch and walked outdoors like a saint, and said: "Don't be afraid, the power of faith will save us. Soldiers, you go and protect the countess and the prince. The rest, let's go."

Falling projectiles don't have long eyes!

The little priest who was following the priest was apprehensive, and someone was directly crushed to death while guarding.

Although the priest was shocked, he adhered to his beliefs, and dragged his trembling feet to walk out of the city to have a good chat with this group of slaughterers in person.

pedantic? Indeed, the old man who held the priesthood of the Lindsay Earl Abbey had been doing it for thirty years. He prided himself on seeing more, and the Northumbrian army had arrived a long time ago, and even then they didn't make such a killing. At that time, he was the mediator, the then Earl of Lindsay and the Northumbrian Army, and he has been honored and proud for decades.

Carrying the cross, he climbed the low stone wall, and the drizzle made his mood bleak.

The priest saw an incredible large number of large ships floating in the river below the city, and a huge army stood in a large area.

At this time, Rurik, who had already negotiated with Magnute and Biyonny who had disembarked, exchanged opinions and reached a consensus that the city must be conquered, and then the army entered the city to rest.

The coalition forces were already making final preparations for the storm, when suddenly a large black cross appeared at the front of the city.

"Look, they are their priests." Rurik called the priests priests.

Magnut took a close look, killing intent in his heart.

"Rurik, my son. They don't believe our Odin, especially the local priests, and I'll let them know Odin's wrath now."

"Wait a minute!" Rurik said suddenly.

"What's wrong? Our army is ready."

"No. I think they're trying to negotiate with us."

"Is it necessary?" Biyonny asked disdainfully, while Arik was about to charge.

Rurik narrowed his eyes, knowing that he couldn't afford to look up at this obviously weak enemy from under the city, it should be the enemy lying down and talking to him.

"Then attack." Rurik sighed, then he sighed, and drew his dagger and pointed at it: "Attack!"

This was indeed Lindsay City, and its small size could not help Rurik doubt it.

Of course, the attack was simple and straightforward, and victory came easily, and his doubts were even more serious.

The stone walls built in the Roman era were not further repaired. After the ladder was erected, the Rus and Balmer army successfully climbed the city without encountering any decent resistance.

The last armed squires of the earl family, they were originally wage thugs, and they had the nature of mercenaries, so loyalty itself was psychedelic.

They were terrified, and after sending the priests off the city wall, they didn't listen to the priest's insistence, and they ran away with weapons!

When they escaped, they didn't even notify the Earl's family to evacuate. The guys who were busy escaping for their lives jumped into the drain like crazy, and slipped away in the mud.

Of course, some people were hacked to death by the Vikings who climbed the city before they could escape.

The Dane mercenary Grund, a tool man, had his armor stained with blood again, only to be washed clean by the rain. The group of them climbed the city first, and they also hacked to death the Mercian soldiers stationed in the city gate hole, and then removed all the latches. After the gate hole was opened, the main force of the coalition forces filed in.

The Rus and Balmers who rushed into the city, they looted frantically everywhere.

Arik was really abiding by his brother's request. He called on his subordinates not to kill indiscriminately, and the fact was so special that the violent warriors could not commit indiscriminate killing.

Because there are too many women in this city.

They took control of the women, and immediately took their own pleasure in their screams, and the scene was very chaotic at one point.

The city has collapsed, and the menacing army has rushed into the best and worst of the stone castles, killing the guards and breaking in.

The countess grimaced and hugged her younger son, whose eldest son had bravely pulled out a sword.

However, Biyongni, who led the team in, just wanted to be full of killing speed.

"Boy, you are too young. If you dare to duel with me, then go to death!"

Even the Countess pulled out her meat-cutting knife in self-defense in times of crisis. It was such a move that the Balmers present did not hesitate to regard this woman as a brave female warrior.

Don't kill women? Once she takes up any form of weapon, she is a warrior, ready to be killed.

Especially when dealing with an armed hostile warrior, the greatest respect is naturally to kill them all.

At this glance, Biyonny took his brothers to bloodbath Earl Lindsay's mansion, and he really carried out savagery to the end, followed by looting and looting for gold and silver.

As for Rurik, he remained sane in the midst of extreme brutality.

Up to now, he is not afraid of the red rust-smelling mud filled with corpses everywhere. He ignored the chaos and the killing, and the woman who was being chased and run by a group of laughing Balmerk warriors.

Rurik was deliberately indulging the Rus soldiers, and he had no right to restrain the discipline of the theoretical existence of Balmerk's allies. After all, this place will be regarded as the territory of the Balmers York Kingdom in the future. The Balmers are wreaking havoc, why should I interfere?

Rurik brought a group of cronies to the monastery, which was temporarily surrounded by a group of Rus army soldiers.

Arik greeted his brother with a smile: "Look, I didn't kill randomly. Many people fled to this building, this is their temple, and you decide their life and death."

"Good job!" The matter was far better than Rurik's thoughts, and he was smarter than he thought.

At the same time, more than 60 women and children and more than a dozen priests hid in the monastery, praying in vain, hoping that the Lord would bless the devout believers with divine power.

The pastor, who had escaped, held the copy of the Bible in his arms, forcibly sat still, busy reading the scriptures, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

Eventually the door was knocked open.

The people in the room were screaming wildly, and the priest who tried to calm down also fooled his old face.

Several warriors in blue-patterned robes on a white background broke in. Unbelievably, the savage army was just standing, like a guard of honor.

After a moment, a short, seemingly thin man came in.

"You! You have failed! Now declare your head to surrender, and you will receive my shelter."

Rurik's speech was in Latin, and the priest was astonished, because this sacred language was spoken by a savage warrior.

Rurik said something again, and the panicked people's mood really eased.

The pastor closed the Bible and embraced it, cautiously walking towards the blond boy who had taken off the iron helmet. He subconsciously felt how different this boy was from those attackers.

The priest had to admit that this young man was really handsome, with a face similar to that of the locals, but the soldiers who attacked the city had special clothes.

"Who are you?" the priest asked in Latin.

"Ross! The Duchy of Ross and the new Kingdom of York. Where is this?"

"It's Lindsay."

Lindsay? Such a broken city is Lindsay? Rurik shook his head, and immediately kicked the priest, lifting the old man down. The abrupt scene suffocated the silent atmosphere of the entire monastery.

Rurik pointed his sword at all the stunned: "People of Lindsay, you are conquered! Lindsay no longer exists! Now, you are all our servants!"

The language was in Latin, which ordinary people could not understand, but most priests could understand.

Rurik gave another order, and Arik was naturally misinterpreting the meaning of his brother. The ropes tied to ordinary priests were turned into killings, just like the most ordinary Viking invaders would do. The floor is stained red...

Only the old priest shivered, cursing in Latin that the handsome young man was the essence of the devil under his appearance.

"You speak holy language, you are blasphemous. You will end up in hell."

"Hell? Maybe. Your god didn't bless you." Rurik shook his head. "You know Latin, and you're still useful. Thank me, I'll spare you, and the safety of the entire monastery."

After that, he instructed his elder brother: "Brother! Stop killing people indiscriminately, tie up everyone else and take them away."

"Alright alright……"

Alick was a little surprised, so he dried the blood on the blade, wiped it on his clothes and put it back into the scabbard, signaling his obedience.