Rise of Rurik Chapter 405

Long ships washed up on the beach one after another, and the Mälaren warriors swarmed into Norrköping, built by the Gotlanders on the ruins of Ostara.

Carl, who was rejuvenated, obtained this new force, and took the remaining soldiers, together with the hundreds of "black warriors" raised by his father, to start a comprehensive counterattack.

The next battle can be described as elite vs. elite. Both sides of the battle are iron helmets and chain mail. The Mellaren Army still has an overwhelming advantage in strength. Those "iron guys" have no chance to escape.

The Mellaren Army's very hard quenched chrome axe directly smashed the enemy's chain mail, but they were also smashed to pieces by the wrought iron axe rammed by the enemy. In fact, even extremely hard chrome steel weapons can hardly reflect tactical advantages in the current melee.

In the cramped battlefield in the village, the side that has the advantage in the number of troops and the physical strength of the soldiers is using brute force to win the victory.

All the Gotlanders who dared to resist were killed. Some Mellaren troops seemed to drag out crying women and children from the wooden house. They dared to resist and directly assassinate them. After that, they began to looting wealth, looking for silver coins, copper coins and gems. , And even all valuable things such as cloth, leather and so on. Especially the Mellaren peasants who are mixed in, they are the most greedy, but they also have a bit of "kindness" unexpectedly.

For example, Olekin ordered his black army to attack. These guys who usually eat the king can attack indiscriminately, but they are poor peasant soldiers who hope to get rich in the first battle. Once they catch the female prisoners, they will protect them immediately. live. It can't be said that this is really kind, just because they want to take the captives back to be their wives, nothing more.

They deliberately drag these captives to the coast. As for whether the king will satisfy his long-cherished wish, it depends on the king's decision.

But if they did this, they completely lost a real feast of looting.

Those enemy "iron guys" aren't berserkers suddenly turned out?

They themselves are a guard guarded by a large family, and they are always dressed in armor to protect the wealth of the owner-silver coins and leather.

The so-called big family, in essence, is instructed by the Danish leader to bring a group of elite fighters to do business in Norrköping for the profit of the leader "Lion Hafgen", and at the same time symbolize that this place is a Danish controlled area.

As the Danish fighters covered in chain mail were crushed and beheaded by the Merlaren Army, which had overwhelming strength and armament, the area of ​​a wooden house where the big Danish households and the strength of Denmark are located has been smashed by Merlaren. Surrounded by legions.

What's even crazier is that Carl led a group of soldiers and kicked open all the wooden doors unceremoniously. This man was violent towards his own women, and naturally showed no mercy to the enemy's concubines.

In the end, the well-dressed guy who knew wealth at a glance was stabbed and killed by multiple short spears in the rebellion army.

Carl looked at the horribly dead body and couldn't help but spit out: "Really, dealing with such a rich man, so many people died of me. It's a pity that so many good leather jackets are ruined."

A little boss in black chain mail with a crazy expression on his face followed Carl closely, "Sir. The king asked us to find gold and silver. Brothers are all going to catch their sheep, what shall we do? Here? It looks like..."

"Find gold! Find it for me! Dig everywhere for me to find the gold they have buried!"

As soon as Carl was out of breath and issued the order, some soldiers hurried over to report the good news, "My lord! We found their silver box. Also, a lot of sheepskin?"

"Really?" Excited Carl grabbed the man's neck directly.

The soldier mumbled painfully: "Yes...Yes! It's all in a wooden house."

"Go! That's all my wealth, leave my father alone, take me to see!"

Soon, Carl and his people controlled the main wealth they found, which were two wooden boxes of silver coins, the weight of which was really gratifying. The more goods are naturally sheepskins, they are layered on top of each other, and it is almost full of the entire wooden house.

The armored warriors played with silver coins, and many people subconsciously stuffed their clothes. They did not dare to stuff too much, for fear that noble people would blame it. But when he saw so much wealth, Karl, who had opened his eyes on the fortune, didn't pursue so much.

He looked at the dense wooden house, groaning his teeth in a sigh: "Really **** it, for causing me to lose so many brothers, just for this little money?"

"My lord. Let's move the spoils out now?" The soldier who had taken a lot of silver coins hurriedly hinted that Karl would do more damage.

"Move out now, you carry things to the beach, and take the brothers to take care of them. After that, burn all these houses!"

After the order was given, the Mellaren fighters knew that they would definitely get a share after the battle. There are so many sheepskins here. Isn't it easy and reasonable to get a sheepskin from the battle? In this way, those brothers who died in battle are not dead in vain.

No, just as they began to withdraw with bundles of sheepskin, soldiers were already picking up people's clothes.

What they picked up were the chain mail and helmets of those "iron guys," even if they were stained with blood. All of the armor was pulled off, revealing a twisted and deformed blond head, and the dead stared with hollow eyes, proving that they were killed in battle.

For such a cruel role, the Mellaren fighters have no intention of insulting. They respect this kind of warrior and collect their bodies spontaneously. As for the Gotland people who only wear commoner clothes, the bodies of these people are still on the ground and no one cares about them.

As many as a thousand sheep were severely frightened in the battle. They have been completely controlled by the Mellaren invaders, and the owners of the sheep have all been killed. In fact, the Gotland people have more sheep. The shepherds took their flocks to graze. Seeing a lot of smoke from the settlement, they felt that something big happened and they chose to hide first.

The sheep were driven to their landing site by the Mellaren, and a large group of white things squirmed on the beach.

Originally, Rurik just wanted to take a good look at what the Mellaren people would do when the battle was basically over. He squinted his head and was surprised to see the flock.

"Huh? Did they get a surprise?"

This is Carlotta's hometown, and Rurik rudely drags the girl with poor mental health back to the bow deck.

Carlotta raised his eyes and looked into the distance: "Ah! Those are actually sheep!"

"Yes, it's the sheep. Carlotta, what do you think."

"That's our sheep! It must be ours!" Anxious Carlotta spoke with tears.

"Ok?"

Carlota was depressed by thinking of the horrible memory. Now that she saw the sheep, her grief and anger came to her heart again. Rurik noticed the girl's clenched fists and the desire to retake the flock.

"That's our flock! It must be so. When we flee, we didn't take anything with them, only a few Ostras escaped. Our cattle and sheep were all caught by them, and that was ours. Ah! Now the flock is being captured by the Mellaren..."

Part of Carlotta's arbitrary statement is true.

When the Danish coalition came here, some Gotlanders occupied it and established a new town of Norsköping on the ruins. The looted sheep naturally became the means of production for the new settlers. Coupled with the import of a batch of sheep from Gotland, the size of the local sheep herd has expanded. While meeting the needs of the locals, they can also sell surplus wool and leather products. This place in Berköping has become A "wool production base".

The anchored Aphrodite was set on the sea, and the distance between the ship and the land was only two hundred meters. It looked like Carlotta, who had very good eyesight, clearly saw the Mellaren people slaughtering sheep in public. They were already celebrating. Own victory.

Enjoy the spoils for the first time, this is the power of the victor, Carlotta is ruthless in his heart but cannot interfere temporarily.

With an open-minded look, Rurik patted Carlotta on the back: "Don't worry, after we get ashore, we will go and tell Olekin that we will at least **** a batch of sheep back for you."

Carlotta nodded, her clenched fists relaxed, and she looked at Rurik with tears in her eyes, and she didn't know what to say except thank her.

The Mellaren Army encountered some setbacks in the battle and lost some troops, but in terms of the results, it can be described as a complete victory.

Origen has never experienced a real large-scale battle in his life. Everything is as Otto said. This old guy's worldview is always limited to Lake Mälaren and surrounding areas.

Origen ushered in the biggest victory of his life. He learned through the news his son had received that the most fierce resistance was really a counterattack. The guys in iron armor were all elite Danish fighters.

"Elite? I played elite! The legendary brave Danes are nothing more than that!" He slapped his son Carl on the shoulder, quite satisfied with the spoils of the battle.

Look, there are two boxes of silver coins in front of me. One said that the money is not much. Considering that this settlement was established by the Danish and Gotland invaders, they naturally wouldn't put too much money here.

The flock of sheep and the large amount of leather made Olegin jump and jump with joy. He is the king, and the 800 elite "black warriors" under his command only lost less than ten people. He can declare that all the spoils belong to him, or at least he has the right to distribute. If there are people who do not follow, 800 elite fighters are here, who dare to say no?

There have been fires in the robbery in Mellaren. They pulled the women and children out of the wooden house. It didn't matter if the house burned.

On the beach, a small group of poor women are holding their children. In fact, many of them have been killed. Those who survived seem to be lucky. Actually? What awaits them is the separation of flesh and blood, and more cruel torture.

Origen is not a big good person. Besides, the Gotland people destroying the Ostra tribe is equivalent to urinating and defecating on his head. This shameful shame he consciously must use the most violent means to vent his anger.

He instructed his son Carl: "The existence of this Norrköping is an insult to you and me. Take your men and burn all the houses, let the Ostara girl see, let the other people's army see, It was our Mellaren Army who defended our dignity."

"Good!" Carl had intended to indulge the devil in his heart during the arson, and he pointed to the trembling prisoners who gathered not far away: "What about those women? Are they slaves?"

"Bah! That's a **** burden. We have to expand the war and let more enemies die. Keep those women, wouldn't it distract the soldiers?"

Carl felt that he understood what his father meant, so he drew his sword: "I understand, I will arrange for someone to kill them all. Or it is not too late to make the brothers happy before doing so."

After all, Carl will take the brothers to do it.

"Wait!"

"Huh? Father, are you hesitating?"

"Yes, I changed my mind."

"Why? They are not cumbersome?"

Origen pointed at the Ross sailing boat: "We have an agreement with them, and we owe them debts."

"That debt? In my opinion, they should honor us. Are you going to give them a lot of property? I don't want to..."

"I don't want to, but..." Origen sighed deeply, "As a man, as a king, I must have faith. Then, all the captives will be sold to the Ross people to pay off our debts."

"What about the price?" Carl asked cautiously.

Origen looked at the sky, and he thought for a while: "Let's do it! It is a disaster for men to keep. The Ross people will definitely not want to come. You will kill all the men. A woman is a pound of silver and a girl is half a pound. This is the arrangement."

Carl nodded, and this really started.

So Rurik, who was not far away, quickly saw a thrilling scene. When both he and Carlota saw the terrible things that happened there, even Rurik, who pretended not to be afraid of **** battlefields, was shocked. Return to the cabin.

Berköping, the actual northernmost base of the Danes, was established on the ruins of Old Ostara. Only two years later, she returned to the ruined state and turned into a piece of scorched earth.

A group of desperate women were **** with their hands and feet, and their mouths were stuffed into the cloth ball.

In the Viking world, even ten-year-old boys are usually treated as warriors. If it were just a tribal war, the defeated would naturally be slaves. However, this time Origen was simply battling a tooth for a tooth, and he was dying of age, and he felt no guilt or even pressure for a vicious method.

The baby was also killed by the Mellaren army, and the surviving women and girls have become a commodity, waiting to be sold to the Ross people. Of course, some Merlaren fighters have been indulged by Carl's benefit. They don't care about the women who are in discomfort and pain. After finishing their armor, they slaughter sheep and barbecue.

The burning Norköping ignited intense smoke, which was the best signal, leading the belated armies of various tribes to approach.

The Unklas Army, Yilmalun Army, and even other troops were late. They complained that the battle was over, they patronized the road, and what they gained was nothing new except panting.

When they started to wash the beach, the Mellaren army had taken them to prepare the first batch of soft, set up camp on the Gotland beach.

At this moment, Otto had already completed the landing with a group of personnel, escorting rations belonging to the Mellaren Army.

The seized local pottery urns began to boil wheat, mutton, and some fresh onions.

As many as three hundred sheep have been slaughtered, fresh sheepskins have been gathered, and all have become the king's property.

Otto, Lurik, and even Carlotta and others landed. Several short children followed Otto, which really made Origen feel absurd and boring.

In the tent set up by the assault, Olegin only allowed Otto to enter, and because of the victory, he became proud of himself.

"You have finally landed, and I have delivered all the food. Well done, Otto."

As he sensed that Origen was also killing prisoners, I didn't expect this person to do such a stupid act. When I saw Origen's arrogant face, Otto only felt that this guy had drifted away. Superficial work is still to be done, Ottomu replied with a face: "We have delivered food to you as agreed."

"Oh? Really as agreed? I realized that you were shooting arrows at the enemy, and the cries of the arrows revealed your identity. You are not standing idly by."

Otto didn't panic, he was just surprised that his worries had come true: "But we didn't intervene personally. My soldiers didn't land and fight."

"That's true. Your arrows are powerful, but the key to winning is to fight." Then, Olekin pointed to the outside of the tent: "More than fifty Danish fighters died on this battlefield. They They were all covered in iron armor, but they were all beheaded by our army, which shows that our Mellaren army is indeed the mainstay of the coalition forces."

"Yes, I have always acknowledged your power." Ottomu agreed.

"There are no others here, and all the leaders have not yet landed. There are only you and me. I am about to talk to you about paying back the money."

"Distribute the spoils to me now?"

Otto thought this was a bit weird. After all, he and Rurik calculated that the Mellaren army would actually pay off the debt by delivering grain during the autumn harvest.

Origen categorically said: "It's now, but it's not a silver coin. We have an agreement that I can use equivalent commodities to pay off the debt, so I decided to use a slave."

"Slave? Is it the prisoner of war you captured?"

"Exactly. I have more than a hundred women, and more than fifty girls, they are worth at least 15,000 silver coins. Please be sure to accept these slaves. You must!"

Looking at this guy's arrogant appearance, Otto felt that he was being asked to prohibit rejection.

However, the sudden acquisition of a group of slaves was not part of his and Rurik's plan.

Otto deliberately asked tentatively: "Why are there no men? Even boys are fine."

"They dared to resist and were all beheaded by our army."

When Oligin spoke, his eyes were full of viciousness, Otto thought, it must not be that simple.

"What if those women... I don't want any of them?"

"Dare you!" Olekin, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly stuck his head out, then slowly retracted and laughed: "Anyway, it's all enemies. Carlotta's kid is also off the books, I can let her in. , I think she will be satisfied with my resolution."

"In the end what you want?"

"Since you don't want to ~www.mtlnovel.com~, I will instruct my men to kill all the prisoners. Listen, my old friend!" Olekin's big dry finger pointed to the south: "We will continue to go south to attack the real The Danish stronghold. Our Mälaren army is the main force, so naturally there are many burdens. These women are a burden. I advise you to buy them."

"you!"

At this moment, Otto really wanted to shout "I just don't want it." His heart softened when he thought that the eastern settlements of the Rus tribe would always be short of population. Besides, if you really sit and watch Origen continue to kill the prisoners, the kid Rurik must be furious.

As Duke of Ross, Otto certainly has the right to make his own decisions. It's just that he has self-knowledge, and even his own wisdom is definitely insufficient.

"Or else. Let Rurric come in and discuss, Carlotta also has something to ask of you."

Olekin shook Otto's wink: "Unexpectedly, Rurik is the real Duke, you actually want to listen to your son's decision. Unlike me, Carl is wild no matter what, and is always a docile puppy in front of me. Forget it, I am willing to deal with that kid..."

Chapter end