Rise of Rurik

A large group of enemies have already begun to flee, and those who have been knocked down are still being compensated by their subordinates.

Otto roared a few times: "Brothers, stop chasing. This group of enemies is too weak, let Rurik handle the rest."

Some Russ were still roaring and chasing, and many more stopped to clear the battlefield on the hills.

Otto realized that he was actually standing on a stone mountain. He didn't expect that the snow on the top of the mountain was not only cleared away, but the gray stone mountain still had a lot of digging marks.

Not only that, but some stones that were shiny under the rays of the sun that just exposed the horizon were obviously similar in shape, as if they were deliberately chiseled into the same shape and stacked together in large numbers.

Why are they shiny? The curious and sensitive Kawi rushed over directly. When he got close, he realized just by naked eyes what was going on.

Kawei laughed wildly in the chaos of the army: "Hahaha! It's iron ore! The whole hill is iron ore! These foreigners are all miners! We destroyed the miners' camp."

In the chaos, Otto couldn't notice Kawei at all. Besides, Kawei also wore a bronze reinforced leather helmet and held a steel sword and shield. Kawei called himself "Thor's servant", and now he is not "Austrian". Ding's Warrior"?

The sun is also one of Odin's incarnations, and everyone is happy to fight in the rising sun.

Those tents began to be smashed one by one, and the Ruth warriors were ready to assassinate the hidden enemy, and to snatch the hidden leather, silver coins, or other useful things.

With his sword, Otto ripped open the sackcloth of a tent, and as the tent was smashed, two women who were terrified and crying appeared.

The woman was a little short, with brown deerskin on her body. Just based on the faces of the two women, Otto felt a little familiar: "Why does he look a bit like Rumia? He must not be a deer breeder, right?"

The young Ross warriors who came around stood beside their leader with greedy eyes in their eyes.

For two strange women who are unknown, they are sheep and the Rus are wolves.

"Don't be impulsive." Otto sternly stopped his subordinates, and then he walked over in person, used his sword to open the deerskins, and saw their hands and feet bound by twine, and gray linen.

Otto was shocked and sighed: "Attention, these two are slaves. They are not our enemies. Now I declare that all slaves are mine!"

He thought again,

Continue to order his subordinates: "Take care of yourselves, you must ensure the safety of the slaves. Anyone who does something that should not be done will be punished."

The young warriors are a little disappointed. Who doesn't want to have a private slave. Since the leader announced the possession in advance, he can't say anything.

However, some of the leather in the tent was a good thing, and the crooked leader did not declare his possession of these properties.

In addition to the thick leather jackets left for the terrified woman to wrap herself in to keep out the cold, the Rus looted all the leather and linen. After all, young warriors are still poor.

Things soon made new progress, because the soldiers who cleaned the battlefield discovered a large number of slaves controlled by aliens. Not only men and women, but even some children.

This is very strange, how can there be a large group of strange slaves on the hill.

Otto is very puzzled, after all, slaves are not enemies. He sent to cut the ropes that bound the feet of all the slaves, because they were afraid that some people would try to escape, but they still had the ropes in their hands. The slaves were gathered in one place, and there were as many as thirty people in total. Among them, fifteen were obviously middle-aged men, and there were five young boys who were unexpectedly obvious.

With the discovery of a group of iron hammers and chisels for digging stones, and the somewhat stable Kavey reporting his astonishing discovery, Otto somewhat understood the current situation.

It turned out that these bound slaves were slave miners under the control of mysterious aliens!

Otto couldn't even imagine that this fateful battle actually caused the Russ to discover a large mine?

Although the hills near Fort Rose contain not only iron ore but also a little copper mine, the people of Rus are never short of iron.

To be able to discover an open-pit mine in a far, unexplored land, capturing as many as thirty slaves, would have been a great deal if the trip ended there.

Otto stood on the piles of ore, facing the sun on the horizon, bathed in holy golden light.

"Rurik, you have already taken care of those fleeing enemies! Under the sun, you must have won a great victory?"

Otto can completely lead people to chase the enemy in person. In fact, there are already war-loving clansmen who are chasing after victory.

He felt that the battle was over, and he just waited here, waiting for the victorious son to send someone to the hillside to report the good news of the great victory.

What thrilling thing happened on the other side of the hill?

Rurik continued to stand still, and as those shouts became more intense, Rurik's heart became more and more excited. He was in a hurry with the rope, for fear that he would not catch up with the battle.

Compared to him, his subordinates didn't say anything, everyone really wanted to get out of position, throw down the crossbow instead of using the sword, and join the melee, for fear that the benefits would not be taken away by others.

Yevro was half-kneeling in the snow, and he was ordered to bow his back to cover Rurik, who was also bent down.

"Master, we have been waiting for a while, maybe the big boss has solved the battle."

"Are you suggesting that I take the initiative?" Rurik asked.

"Maybe it's appropriate to strike now."

Rurik gritted his teeth and looked up at the top of the hill. For the time being, there are really no enemies rushing down.

"Your suggestion may make sense to keep everyone in formation and move forward."

Rurik stood up, and just as he was about to give a new order, he was dragged into the snow by Yevlora.

Because, a group of panicked black shadows appeared.

All the warriors who waited anxiously, this moment finally got their dream prey.

Rurik supported his leather hat and hurriedly picked up the already wound crossbow, and ordered: "Everyone, the enemy is here. Don't worry, we will attack when they get close. It's like hunting a deer."

An excellent bow-wielding hunter, they know that the weapons at hand are limited, so this group of hunters are masters of stealth. The so-called concealment touches the vicinity of the prey and suddenly launches cold arrows. This skill is the key for hunters to shoot snow rabbits more efficiently.

Without Lauririk's excessive supervision, his subordinates stood in the prescribed positions, kneeling on the ground one by one, watching the hurried strange crowd rushing towards him.

Suddenly, Rurik saw Ruth warriors who had rushed down the hill, chasing after them with swords and shields in hand.

"Damn. Will the rash arrow hit our people?"

Yevluo gave a cold face: "Sir, life and death are up to you, you don't have to worry about others. The enemy is rushing over, we..."

Rurik let out a sigh of relief. He tried his best to calm his excitement, and suddenly shouted in a childish voice: "All hunters! Shoot arrows!"

The first to be ordered were the step archers with short wooden bows, who began to throw long arrows with clusters of bony arrows.

In the eyes of the fleeing aliens, a group of archers who were hiding in the snow suddenly appeared.

Some arrows fell from the sky, and due to the misjudgment of the distance, none of these arrows were killed. The fleeing crowd was startled by the scattered arrows, but there was an ambush and a chasing soldier. Could it be that they are waiting to die?

The leader in the squirrel-skin hat, with his hammer, yelled at Rurik's incomprehensible words.

Is that guy the leader of the enemy? Rurik stared at the changes in the battle. He didn't expect that his archer did not cause the so-called first round of damage he expected. Instead, the enemy, led by a guy with a sledgehammer, became extremely belligerent.

Rurik slowly picked up his crossbow and continued to order: "Hunter! Keep shooting arrows! Crossbowman, prepare to shoot!"

The second round of long arrows was fired, and the Ross hunters finally caused some damage to the enemy.

In Rurik's eyes, there were indeed enemies shot by arrows, but the enemy was like a wounded deer, with terrifying arrow feathers stuck in his body, and the whole person was thrown up and running.

Could this group of crazy enemies plan to break through?

Brave people, but you have no chance.

Rurik's crossbow took the lead to aim at the suspected leader, and suddenly stood up and shouted: "Crossbow! Shoot!"

Twenty half-kneeling mercenaries suddenly stood up, aiming at their targets with their cross bows.

The trigger was pulled, Rurik's body shuddered violently, and a heavy crossbow bolt swirled in the air, heading straight for the chosen target.

The leader of the alien race was also quick-witted. When he saw a foreign object flying straight towards him, he subconsciously blocked his face with a big hammer.

Coincidentally, Rurik's crossbow bolts came straight to the man's neck.

After a very strong metal crash, the leader fell to the ground. But the leader was not shot in the head by the crossbow arrow. He lay down on the ground with gold stars in his eyes, and the hammer in his hand was also deeply dented by the cluster of steel arrows.

In just one round of salvo, all the 30 people who fled were actually shot ten.

These crossbow arrows, which were deliberately designed with very long arrow clusters, directly penetrated the leather jackets of the aliens, and went deep into the body, causing terrifying and fatal penetrating wounds.

With just one shot, a soldier was instantly incapacitated.

"Haha, it looks like I hit an enemy, Yevlo, do you think I've become a real man?" Rurik was very excited, but Yevlo gave his master another well-stringed crossbow .

"Sir, the battle is still going on, please be careful."

"That's right." Rurik felt a little complacent, and he hurriedly ordered: "Hunter, keep shooting arrows. Crossbowman, shoot another round. Others, draw your swords and prepare to fight!"

The aliens who were frightened by the sudden death of their companions suddenly became overwhelmed with wide-eyed eyes.

Ross Hunter had this great opportunity to shoot arrows precisely at the dull "target".

The frightened alien archer forgot to fight back.

The mercenaries who obeyed the orders of the gold master very much. After they stepped on the crossbow, they installed crossbow arrows.

"Boys, launch."

Rurik led another round with his crossbow, this time hitting five hapless enemies.

The two arrows, which are glued at an angle, give the arrow the ability to spin while flying. They are short and heavy whirling arrows. They are powerful and heavy, because they rotate when flying, which relatively overcomes the disadvantage that their flight is easy to be unstable.

Rurik even watched the arrow fly in a low and flat arc, aiming at the target and flying accurately. These shooting sensations are indeed something that a bow cannot bring.

Even the enemy's head was pierced by arrow clusters, and the Russ didn't even give the dead any chance to fight back, and everything that belonged to the dead ended unexpectedly.

"Well done, brothers! Keep winding and let's shoot them with crossbows! I'll reward each of you with a silver coin..."

Yevro was very happy with his master's favor, but the situation was no longer worth the effort to wind the crossbow.

He suggested loudly: "There is no need to shoot anymore, the enemy has lost their momentum, they are a group of fat sheep. It is time for the sword and shield to be dispatched."

Rurik was actually a little unfulfilled. He hoped that in this ambush battle, he would complete a perfect shot with a bow and crossbow. Given the current situation, it really became unnecessary.

"Okay! Brothers, draw your swords and let's charge."

Yevluo also picked up the melee weapons, the so-called short iron sword in the left hand and the battle axe in the right hand, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, leave a few openings for our master."

The crossbowman picked up the short spear and sword, and the bow-wielding hunter took the lead in charging forward with the axe high, followed by the warrior holding the sword and shield.

Those who survived being hit by the crossbow arrows were all beheaded by the Rus. Perhaps for these seriously injured aliens, a supplementary knife is also a kind of kindness.

Finally, those who were lucky enough to pass the crossbow and plan to turn and escape were either caught up by the pursuers and beheaded, or they were beheaded by the chasing Ross hunters.

There are even poor people who were directly stabbed by the short spear of the incarnation of the javelin.

The leader who was almost shot by Rurik fell into the snow and instinctively pretended to be dead when his head was a little sober.

However, the tyrannical Ross warriors have forgotten that this battle needs to leave a few survivors.

The leader who was lucky enough to survive was almost killed by a short spear. Yevro hurried to stop the warrior's move.

He shouted angrily: "Don't you understand? Master Rurik wants to leave a living room, go away now!"

Well, Yevro looked at the man who was almost executed, and saw his trembling lips and trembling hands. He suddenly kicked the crotch of the guy who was still pretending to be dead. After all, this person is a man, and for a crit attack on such a part, the pain of an instant can negate all the disguise.

After coming out for so many years, Yevluo certainly knows some bad fighting tactics. After all, this is war, and it is shameful to use indiscriminate tricks in normal combat training. Some tricks that can make the enemy incapacitate in combat are really unnecessary.

The crit-hit strange man rolled in the snow, his squirrel fur hat shaken off.

Rurik caught up and yelled at the guy who was rolling on the ground.

Looking at Yevluo's determined eyes again, he had to ask, "What happened to this man?"

"I got hit. Master, maybe we can get some news from this man."

It seems that the clan has executed all the enemies except this person. Rurik felt that the battle was a mess. The Russ clearly agreed to the battle. What is the identity of the enemy?

"Yavlo, you go ask this person's identity."

"Yes! Master."

Yevro stepped forward and asked the guy with a sore crotch in Norse as usual.

However, Yevluo's eyes widened after the man's words.

Yevluo immediately took out the language of his hometown that he was about to forget, and asked the exact identity of the other party.

It was only heard that this middle-aged man with fluffy hair shouted a word with high frequency: "kiven! kiven! ma kiven!"

Rurik also opened his eyes wide, because he could understand only these words.

"kiven? A tribe's name?" Curious, Rurik approached cautiously with his sword in hand.

"Yevro, have you found out who this person is? Kiven? A clan name?"

Yevro was a little surprised: "Sir, can you hear the language of our Finns?"

"Huh?" Rurik pointed his sword at the fallen man, "Is this person from your hometown?"

Yevlo denies: "No, this is a Kovin."

"Kwen people? What kind of strange guy."

Yevro shook his head: "He is not my clan, but what I can be sure of is that our enemy is not a Tavastian."

After saying that, Yevro squatted down, and a short sword directly touched the throat of the fallen man.

The fallen man stared at the sharp blade with wide eyes, and his whole body was shaking.

"Are you really a Cowen?" Yevro asked cautiously.

The only remaining leader hurriedly responded with obedience: "I'm a Cowen, and we're doing some work here. Who are you? Are you a Tavastian? Oh, my lord, don't kill me."

Yevro almost laughed: "Tavastian? No! I'm a Finn, that is, a Suomi. Now, except for me, all Varyag warriors are standing in front of you."

"Actually... it's actually a Varyag?!" Almost, the surviving leader fainted. The Varyags are an existence that is a hundred times stronger than the Tavastians, and an existence that the Kovins dare not provoke even if they are crazy.

Yevro continued to explain his identity: "I am now a servant of the Varyag..."

Yevro wanted to say a few more words, but he never thought that this man rolled his eyes frantically, and his attitude changed instantly: "Oh! Really! You are Suomi? Brothers in the south! Oh, the Tavastians are all ours. Enemy, why should we be enemies? Is your master a Varangian? If being a Varangian servant can survive, I am willing to be a servant...I even..."

Yevro was speechless for a while, he could see that the man was a businessman, and his begging for mercy reminded Yevro of his former master, Gould. Because this guy's words are too commercialized, this person is not simply praying for life, but saying "the hero will save my life, I can do things for you".

"Hehe, you Kewen people, you are not very good at war, but you are a real businessman! In order to survive, you can sell anything?!"

"Hehe." The leader forced a smile, "Is it bad to live?"

Yevro felt that the man was no longer a threat, so he withdrew his sword.

It was this move that made Rurik vigilant, and he asked in displeasure, "Are you sure this guy is your friend from the past?"

"No! Master, this person is from Kewen. He is willing to be your slave, and only asks for his life."

"Please forgive me? Is it necessary? Who is Kewen?" Rurik pressed.

Yev shrugged slightly, turned his head and ordered the leader of the Kovins: "Quickly kneel to your master, kneel to this child. Get down on my knees."

For a moment, like an old sheep lying on the ground, the head of Kewen hooked his head and crawled close to Rurik's feet.

"Look, the Kewen people have surrendered."

Glancing at Yevro's proud face, then at the guy lying on his stomach, Rurik felt that the development was very absurd.

"Yavlo."

"exist!"

Rurik frowned and asked, "Who is the Kewen?"

"It's some merchants." Yevluo pinched his chin and recalled: "I forgot a lot of childhood things, but the Kewen people are not strong enemies. They are just some merchants."

"Just a businessman?"

"That's probably the case. Master, the word kiven, in our common language, refers to a walking stick. It's a bit like the short spear we've used recently. Master, your Lumia also understands this word."

"But I don't know. When I learned the language of the deer breeder from her, I didn't come across this word."

"Maybe it's because they are more mysterious." Yevlo shrugged: "My hometown is in the south. I know there are some Kewen people in the north, but I never thought I would meet them here."

Does this place have treasures that attract merchants?

Rurik felt that the matter was very strange, and in the language of a deer breeder, he ordered the kneeling Kewen man: "Be my slave and avoid death."

After all, he imitated the tricks he learned from his father Otto, and in front of the warriors of his own tribe, he stretched out his right foot towards the Kowen.

"Kiss my boots! Be my slave! Don't die!"

Obviously, the leader of the Kewen people thought it was a bit absurd, but he could understand what this obviously noble Varyag boy said, and what he said actually resembled the language of his own tribe.

Ah, because in the 830s, the deer-raisers (Sami) and Finns (Suomi), and the whole of modern Finland, even the inhabitants of Karelia, spoke the same language. They are all part of the large ethnic group of Finns, and the dialects they speak to each other have not yet reached the level of independent languages.

The leader immediately stretched out his head and showed his surrender gesture to Rurik.

What would it mean to have one more Kewen servant? Rurik is still unclear. But he had a hunch that this matter was not as simple as accepting a servant at all.

Today's adventures are destined to mean even more miraculous events.