Rise of Rurik Chapter 1409

A group of fluffy little guys were wriggling in the rattan basket, their innocent eyes were looking at something, and Mimi kept barking.

A basket of cats was brought into Rose's camp, and the bored soldiers gathered around looking for the sound.

Inside the tent, Rurik and Bejahir had the exclusive use of this group of cuties for the time being.

"It's so fun. If I pick one up, it won't bite me." Beya Hill muttered with a smile, and his whole heart melted.

"Hold one up, and it will be your pet in the future."

"Oh, then I have to choose carefully."

Most of the cats in this basket are blue and black, and some have small patterns on their faces.

Beya Hill picked one up, and the kitten immediately hugged her arm, biting and chattering at her fingers with its mouth that had just grown teeth.

"Bite you. Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it's numb. I raised this cat."

"A name?"

Beja Hill took a closer look at the finger-licking kitten: "It has black fur and black eyes. Let's call it Kara."

"It means pure black, really simple." Rurik shrugged and no longer struggled. He said again: "You have finished the selection, and I will distribute the rest to the soldiers."

"Alright. The kitten must be hungry. You see, it's still sucking my finger. Feed it some dried fish, and I'll see if it eats."

Rurik nodded: "Hey. Pay attention, you have to feed it salt-free, and you can tie a small rope around its neck and hang a gem. If it is lost, it will be easy to find. Well, find a chance to make a gem for it. Brass bell."

Rurik spoke clearly, and Beyahir, who had already held the cat in his arms, seemed to be holding a child again. "You really understand."

"Understood! Of course I understand! It's not like I haven't raised it before..." Rurik sighed softly, and seemed to be a little inexplicably sad.

Of

So at least fifty kittens are required because the land troops of the Ross army have five cavalry banners, and Rurik regards the deer breeders' banners that control deer as cavalry—these people of the ice sheet can at least be infantry archers.

A basket of cats was placed outside the tent, and Rurik sent a message, and soon the captains of each banner came to collect the "toys" with smiles and entourage.

The cat meowed non-stop, and pairs of curious eyes stared at this group of cuties. Ross has cats but not many, and a basket of black cats is rare.

"One flag team gets ten, and the first flag team gets nine." Rurik said with a smile while pinching his waist.

"Why do I have nine here?" Fisk scratched his face.

"It's nothing, because I picked one. You can share the rest. In this way... the teams in the future journey will not be boring."

Fisk nodded and didn't say anything more, but his methods were much rude. When holding the cat, the kitten was in pain, scratching and biting at him. He didn't think it was any offense, it just felt that the kitten was more fun.

Baskets of little black cats were kept as pets, and they immediately became toys.

On average, each team of 30 people gets a kitten, which is under the control of the captain, and the soldiers can happily pick up grass leaves to tease, hold and play in their arms.

This is only the lower limit for allocating cats, because there are still many kittens raised by residents of Azeroth.

The industry of breeding and selling ferrets does not exist now, and the local people have a slight emphasis on raising cats. It is not only a pet, but also an economic animal. As long as the Russian army does not take all the big cats from them, it will not do much damage to the local cat industry if they take away the kittens from the entire settlement. .

Fifty cats are not enough for a warrior

Demand, the embarrassing situation that there is only one team of 30 people is really dampening the enthusiasm of young people to play cats.

Domantas was old and sharp-eyed. He happily accepted the big iron pot, some high-quality arrows, and a shovel from the Ross people, and naturally had illusions about further transactions.

Tributes and rewards are all beautiful words to satisfy the face of King Ross. Regardless of the superficial arguments, the two sides are doing trade.

The residents of Azeroth have suffered some losses in the transaction, and there is no doubt that they have obtained security.

The old man believed that King Ross would keep his promise. After he named his grandnephew the "Second Earl of Azere", tomorrow they will leave camp and go west, and the grazing meadow occupied by them will be emptied again.

In pursuit of the last trading opportunity, Domantas discussed with a group of old buddies in the middle of the night, and decided to grit his teeth and pay tribute to some supplies in exchange for more tools for future production and life, especially the planing shovel that the Ross Army always has.

A new day begins with a thick morning mist.

The dew wet the soldiers' skirts. Even though it was July, the summer morning in Courland still seemed too cool.

As long as the sun rises, the annoying fog will dissipate quickly, and the temperature will rise rapidly to the point where the warriors riding westward deliberately face the sun with bare arms.

The camp was filled with the aroma of cooking wheat, and the awakened soldiers added more firewood to the smoldering bonfire. They gathered around the bonfire one by one, waiting for their clothes to be dried, and they even waited for the meal to be served.

The boring waiting was accompanied by a kitten, and a cat was played and applauded by a crowd. It was the rope tied around the neck that made this seem a little discordant.

Now, as the morning mist lifts away

, when the soldiers were busy eating, a group of people came out from the village of Azeri.

These people wore the clothes given by the Ross army, and the leader with gray hair was none other than Domantas, and behind him were the leaders of the local big families who had been sealed as boyars.

The old man purposely brought his nephew Jogaila with him. He believed that after this parting, it would be difficult to see King Ross himself again. I'm afraid that I don't have many years to live with my old bones. It is the boy's blessing that his nephew and grandnephew can be regarded by King Ross. He must use this last chance to let Jogaila keep everything he has learned today firmly in his heart.

The old man specially brought some tributes, and the kitten was a special tribute that had to be brought, followed by some stinky cheese blocks and some sheepskins. The poor residents of Azeroth couldn't give any good things at all, and now that it was the worst period of summer famine, it would be difficult for them to squeeze out some high-value items.

At first glance, such a team looks like a patrol team of the Ross Army. If there are infantry in the army, it is easy to cause the negligence of the sentries. The land troops were all cavalry, and the morning mist couldn't hide the strange appearance of the team. The cavalry intercepted them, and when they learned that it was the Azerites who were sending the army westward, the cavalry personally escorted them to the king's tent.

Rurik himself is already making the final preparations before leaving, and the tent where he stayed overnight is about to be dismantled and packed.

He had already changed his clothes, and listened to the report of the guards that those Azerites were coming to see him, so he held up his sword hilt and swaggered out to see what these guys were going to do.

So, when Rurik appeared on the stage surrounded by all the guards, Domantas hurriedly led everyone to kneel on one knee while holding on to the staff.

Hold the head of the grandnephew and let the little boy kneel down together.

"My subjects, get up!" Rurik waved his hand.

Seeing them getting up one after another, he asked again: "My king didn't arrange for you to come to see me again. Is this... is it trespassing on my camp?"

"Dare not. We are only making one more tribute to the chief of all the Varyags, the great King Rus."

Domantas had to say some more praiseworthy words to show the submission of the entire Azeroth, but as an obviously weak person, he didn't feel that he would hurt his old face by saying some nasty words—anyway, it was the same way when he met the great leader Namisis. Generally nasty.

"A tribute? Good things, I will take care of myself. What did you send?"

Domantas was not in a hurry to answer, he glimpsed out of the corner of his eyes those Ross warriors were indeed playing with some small black furry things, and he was secretly delighted.

"More cats! And some of our cheese and sheepskins, and some other things. We are poor, but we are loyal to the King..."

Is the old guy an actor? Endless flattery? No! Whether the guy is loyal or not is about aftereffects, and they're clearly being pragmatic right now. Rurik sensed that this group of people had figured out the unspoken rules of "tribute and reward", which was what Rurik's oriental mind liked.

More cats helped the expeditionary army realize the "freedom to pet cats", and Rurik accepted the rest of the tributes.

Now Braudomatas asked, Rurik knew what he wanted, and rewarded some arrows, some spearheads, and a shovel for digging, even if these rewards were small in number.

Whether infantry or cavalry, a

A shovel is standard equipment for warriors. Its core is in the shovel head. A piece of wrought iron is continuously forged to make a sleeve that can be attached. After carburizing and quenching, the outside is rigid and the inside is soft. It doesn't matter if the wooden handle breaks, and its shovel head is ready to install a new, free-length wooden pole, so that it doesn't matter if it becomes a long-handled shovel.

If it is really made into a long-handled shovel, it will look exactly like a weapon called "axe".

The economically weak Azerites are not stupid. Since the elites passively contact the Ross people, it is only natural for them to take advantage of the honeymoon period in exchange for submitting to Ross to raise their military levels.

Anyway, the army is about to set off after eating and drinking. Since these elite nobles of the Azerites are here, why not have the last meal together.

The ignorant boy Jogaila was dragged to sit next to him by Rurik, and Rurik himself handed the boy a silver bowl filled with boiled oats.

"Eat it, boy."

The boy only vaguely knew the value of silver. He ate the silver bowl, and because a little honey was added to it, the boy ate it even more ferociously.

At this moment, Rurik looked at him with kind eyes. He was very happy that this kid was not afraid of him. In a trance, this scene really seemed like a son cuddling up to his father and showing off wildly.

"Regrave, are you all right in France?"

Looking at the boy Jogaila Rurik, he thought of his son far away in the west. He was having a good time, and when he saw that the bowl of rice had been eaten, he simply asked, "Boy! Do you like the bowl?"

"Well, I like it."

"I will give it to you. Remember, this is a silver bowl, the silver bowl that once belonged to King Ross."

The boy understands a seven

Seven or eight, he looked at the bowl carefully and still didn't know how valuable it was. In the closed-off Azeri, even the Varyag merchants come to a few teams every year on a regular basis, so that the old Ostan and his guys have become acquainted in Azeri.

Silver cannot be eaten as food, and even if you have silver, it is difficult to exchange a large number of good things from the limited transit merchants.

But those who have seen the world, such as Domantas, can know the multiple meanings of the silver bowl, which comes from the most precious reward given to a boy by King Ross.

Soon, Domantas, who was in a complicated mood, didn't have to watch from the corner of his eye. The old guy was specially invited to Rurik's side. Wan, sitting cross-legged in front of Rurik, with two immature swords supported by a pair of big hands, this scene is like father and son.

The warm feeling was too unreal, and Domantas had nothing to say for a while.

"Hey, you've been watching without saying anything?" Rurik asked with great interest.

"I can not."

"Let me tell the story. Do you know why you must wear our clothes and hang our flags in your camps? Even if the Ross flag seems to you, it may be just a piece of cloth that can be cut into clothes."

"This... I still don't understand." Domantas really said the truth.

Rurik shrugged: "It seems that you really don't understand." His finger pointed to the east: "The east of Azeri County is no longer Semigalia, and the prince of Latvia has replaced it." .The people in the east are all Danish Varyags, but they are not actually my king's family. It was my king who ordered them to start the war.

The battle is still going on now, maybe those red-eyed soldiers will take action against you Azarei. Those warriors are not as kind as this king. "

At this moment, Domantas already faintly felt terror.

"Are you scared?"

"I'm scared. I'm really scared." The old guy had no choice but to hide his inner panic with an awkward smile.

"Don't be afraid. The banner of Azerite has been raised high, and some people have already changed into our banner. Do you understand? Afterwards, the hemp rope will be boiled to decolorize it, woven into white cloth and then sewn with strips dyed blue. I know You can do this! In the future, you should try to wear this style of clothing as much as possible to prove that you are my Rose's subordinates, and all possible misunderstandings will not happen."

Domantas suddenly realized.

King Ross will leave today, and Azare can only protect himself in the future. King Ross is unlikely to be able to control the unauthorized actions of his subordinates in remote areas, but those people have a bottom line-not to attack the foreign country that is also a subject of Ross.

If all households wore a robe modeled after a Ruthian warrior, no misunderstanding would surely have occurred. He is here to thank you very much, and I am very glad that today's visit is the last correct thing.

Until now, the boy Jogaila doesn't know why King Ross treats him so kindly, so nice that he always feels better than his parents.

In the end, Rurik didn't tell the boy: I value your boldness and innocence, your features remind me a lot of my son's shadow, and your blood makes you valuable.

The Ross Army has stayed in Azeri until the third morning, and Rurik boasts that he has achieved the most important harvest in the Courland Peninsula, that is,

Even the inhabitants of Azeroth are not of the Courland tribe.

The matter came to an end, and the mighty Ross army set off.

It was the cavalry who opened the way with a flag team, followed by a huge herd of deer. The guide Olstein himself was still required to accompany a cavalryman, lying on the backs of a group of led horses, describing the next journey for Rurik, while his family members and friends rode on the reindeer one after another. Walk with the deer breeders leisurely with the necessary softness.

The villages and towns of Azeri quickly disappeared into the forest, and the Ross army got a very critical supply there. Now the reindeer ate a lot of grass, and the stamina of the horses has also recovered well.

"What's going to happen next? Is it almost to the river you mentioned?" Rurik, who was so confident, couldn't help but asked casually.

"We are approaching the Venta River. There are a lot of shoals that can be waded through. With me, our whole army will be able to cross the river smoothly today. Then we will find the small lake. From then on, we will walk on the path of forest cats." River. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Lusis River? The future journey will be quite difficult. I also heard that we can pass by the big city of the Courlandians?"

"Yes, it is the city of Apelle. If the king is willing to make a sudden turn, he can find that city. With the strength of the king, it must be easy to conquer them."

"Conquer?" The word reminded Rurik. "My army directly scared the Azerites to surrender. I have always been friendly to such smart people. Do the residents of Apere City in Courland still have the guts to reject my rule?"

Austen pursed his lips and shook his head: "They may have tens of thousands of people, and their leaders will not surrender easily. I am afraid that the king can only use the army

team to conquer them. "

"War. Forget it, it doesn't seem to be on the only way for me to go west. I don't want to make a sudden turn and start a war with this team to waste time. Anyway, they are there, and I will conquer them later. If... those people dare If you don't surrender in a deadly battle, don't blame me for being barbaric."

The beast showed its fangs, and listening to King Ross' last words, Ostan recalled the horrors he had seen under the inner city of Mezot. He knew that King Ross could do any barbaric things if he was ruthless. The Zareth felt blessed.

Chapter end