Rise of Rurik Chapter 518

Except for those who escaped first to survive, the people who subconsciously fled into the city, at this moment, either became the ghosts of the Viking army, or were continuously ravaged.

The fleeing farmers and herders took their only belongings and went straight to the surrounding villages.

In this era, the geographic location of Edinburgh is slightly different from a thousand years later, but this area has not changed since it was named "Edinburgh".

There are villages hidden in large tracts of pine and oak forests, and the open spaces in the forests are widely planted with crops.

The wheat harvest has just ended, and the self-employed farmers or tenant farmers have just paid the rent and the kingdom's grain tax. The farmers have not much food left, but at the moment after the wheat harvest, they can finally enjoy the joy of a bumper harvest and can enjoy a rare feast.

The villages are some distance away from Edinburgh, which is a military stronghold. When the people who fled passed the terrible news of the invasion and attack by the "Sea Barbarians", it completely detonated the tranquility of the countryside and caused extreme panic. Where is the "barbarian on the sea" who came here is clearly the devil who sprang out of the sea! Be the apostle of Satan!

The priests stationed in the countryside gathered the panicked villagers. Some bravely decided to take up wooden farm tools to fight the demons, but most of them had very simple ideas. The so-called everyone flees to the woods and hides in the woods, and when the "devil from the sea" leaves, everything will be peaceful again.

When night began to fall, the people in the villages around Edinburgh had already begun a great escape. Some people were a little skeptical, until the villagers saw the location of Edinburgh, and the area was full of smoke on an unprecedented scale. They used their imagination, the most terrifying **** illusion that the applicant could think of in their minds, and began to speed up their escape.

Edinburgh is indeed a **** for the locals.

The Northumbrian warriors who guard the city, whether they resist resolutely or surrender to these barbarians, will end in death.

In the Balmerk Viking army, the most basic fighters were personally selected by the head of the family, and those who can be selected must be warriors. They fought in the sun, sacrificed Odin with the blood of the enemy, and gave back to their family with the blood of the enemy.

When most of the Viking warriors realized that they should keep a few live mouths or as "tongues" or as slaves in the future, they suddenly realized that they had done too much.

Live? Where can I live?

Is it the handful of women who are crying and have a nervous breakdown?

The battle had come to an end, and Rurik felt that he had waited too long.

Evlo, holding the sword, was itchy. He circled Rurik and flew around in front of Rurik like a fly.

"Enough! Jeflo, keep me quiet."

"My lord. Are we going to spend the night outdoors?" Yevlo asked suddenly.

"Do not."

"We should go in too. Brothers, all want to..."

Halfway through Jeflo's words, Rurik glanced at his men. Even the sailors who disembarked and participated in the battle had intense expectations in their eyes.

"Then go. Go and see what good things they did..."

Rurik cheered up and began to walk on the suspension bridge leading to the city.

Everything was within his expectation. The so-called Edinburgh, surrounded by wooden walls, is clearly a large number of wooden huts. There are no hardened roads in the city. At least there are a few relatively straight roads, but they are clearly just trampled. The hard blackened dirt road is nothing more.

Civilians and even soldiers live in thatched huts. As for the road, once it rains, it will be muddy!

The last glimmer of Rurik's illusion about the city didn't even think there would be any treasure here.

Especially Jeflo, he also opened his mouth and couldn't help sighing: "Here... shouldn't there be a mountain of gold and silver?"

"Hey! What are you thinking?!" Rurik asked casually.

"My lord, it's a terrible place here. They should be rich, but how do I feel even worse than the Mellaren Bazaar."

"It can only be worse." Rurik pointed at the large number of dead bodies that can be seen everywhere: "Look at these dead. Most of them are soldiers and more civilians."

"My lord. Are you...is this pitying them?"

"Poor?" Liu Li Kemu shook his head slightly: "I seem to hear the wandering soul lamenting. We have entered the city. Do you think it would be a good thing to stay in the city?"

"This...I don't want to sleep with dead bodies. In my experience, the weather is the hottest now. Within two or three days, these corpses will emit a stench. The stench is the curse of the devil. Died of illness."

Rurik raised his hand to stop him: "Enough, I will spend the night outside in the end. Look at it, brothers. If there are treasures here, it has been found by our allies. So let's continue to find the enemy's granary, We evacuated as soon as possible after taking away the food.

This fortress called Edinburgh is mainly built of wood. It is actually the northern military base of the kingdom, but it cannot stop the onslaught of a truly powerful army. The wooden wall can block the Picts, but it can't block this Viking army with siege experience. Although it is an important military town, its body is actually a small-scale city.

Now the blood of the dead is flowing everywhere on the black soil in the walled city. The soil is muddy, and the air is filled with the stench of rust.

Rurik and his party were simply walking on the "Blood Road". Their leather boots were stained with a lot of Yin Hong's soil. All the elite mercenaries who were interested in robbing some property, they all changed after the great **** Rurik. Zhang face.

The more he went forward, the more he suffered, and Rurik saw the mad Balmerks running around. They did **** some useful things, and others have started arson.

Rurik glanced at the group of malicious arsonists and couldn't help being shocked: "No! We have to hurry up. Once the fire develops, it can't be controlled!"

"My lord, we still don't know their granary..." Jeflo was only half talking, and he saw a carriage appearing not far away. "My lord, look! It's a horse!"

"It's there. How can there be horses in the warehouse? Come with me."

Rurik didn't have time to entangle with the corpses and frantic Viking warriors on the floor. He brought his closest men directly to the Shetland people who were busy carrying food.

"Yes! Lord Rurik of Rose, you are not busy searching for gold, but you are actually..." The speaker was Hod, the voyage guide.

This old boy is carrying his friends on the island frantically carrying sacks full of hulled wheat.

Rurik just glanced at it and understood how well the Edinburgh Army thought about warehousing. They piled heavy sacks into a wall. As for horses and two-wheeled carriages, they were clearly used for carrying food. The local army, which seems to have been wiped out, is ready to take away some food?

Rülik motioned to Yevlo, and Yevlo immediately pinched Horde's neck.

This shocked all Shetland to stop, and they were surprised to see Rurik draw out the dagger.

"What's going on? Lord Rylik?!" Huo De mumbled hard.

"Let him go, Jeflo."

After all, Rurik approached the wagon that had accumulated part of the grain with his sword, and put the copper into a sack with the sword, and some wheat grains flowed out immediately. He borrowed some wheat, sniffed it, and judged its good quality.

"Master Rurik, this is our seizure." Huo De cautiously said.

"Yes! You people from Bergen in Shetland are indeed somewhat different from those people. You know better that food is more precious than gold."

Is this a compliment? Huo De smelled something else, Rurik was the commander-in-chief of the army, and there was only one situation when he led people here.

Huo De judged the situation, knowing that no matter how good a wolf's appetite is, he can't swallow a whole sheep by himself.

"Master Rurik, your soldiers are looking for gold and silver. We can only come to find some good things. I was lucky and found their granary."

"No! You definitely came here prepared, not just looking for it."

"Anyway, it's the rule you set. The first person to find the property belongs to him. But this granary is too big, and my people have to resist at least a sack of wheat."

"Did I say you can't ask for it?" Rurik said in his mouth, admiring that Huo De was not greedy for gold and silver. He also noticed that the group of Shetland people had also captured a group of women, all of whom looked young.

Enough of the dead bodies in the city, but the group of Shetland people who robbed food actually left some alive. It is these women who are already in a trance, and after being **** with their hands and feet, they are tied to the pillars. They can't see the light in their eyes, and their bodies just keep trembling.

Rurik didn't want to repeat any more words, he could announce: "Now this granary is all my possessions. Hold, the man with you and the woman you captured, withdraw to the outside of the city with a bag of wheat."

"Ah! This... we plan to..."

"Do you still want to live in the city? Don't you smell the burnt smell! Those guys are already setting fire, do you want to stay in the city for cremation? Get out."

Huo De waited for everyone to look up. They finally realized that the situation was becoming more and more uncontrollable. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Friends, let's withdraw."

The Shetlanders immediately began to evacuate, and Huo De also asked at the last minute: "My lord, won't you evacuate?"

"I want to come in and ship the wheat before leaving. You don't have to worry about me."

In the granary area, the chaos seemed to disappear, and there was a rumbling sound around. Listening carefully, it was clearly the carnival laughter of the marauders.

"Now let's act! Jeflo, take the brothers to carry the wheat. Search for everything that can be used, and find horses and carriages."

"Yes." After speaking, Jeflo waved his hand, and fifteen people began to act.

It was true that Rurik had only brought this person into the city, and several others were still looking at the heavy equipment outside the city.

They took off their chain mail and began to work hard to carry the sacks, just like porters.

It was also at this busy time when a man who was hiding was picked out.

A prisoner was escorted to Rurik, and suddenly a prisoner appeared. Who could not be surprised?

At this moment, Rurik was already sitting on the side of the carriage, and the very docile workhorse just stood motionless, as if human killing had nothing to do with it.

This is a middle-aged man with brown hair. He is dressed in coarse gray cloth. He has a small sterling silver cross hanging from his neck.

This person has been kneeling and begging for mercy, muttering some words.

"What is he talking about?" Rurik asked.

Jeflo suddenly kicked, the man murmured louder, and Rurik finally understood some words.

Rurik knew that the man was muttering in Old English, and it was this wonderful accent that reminded him of the Saxon chief Stein of Borgholm.

Yeah! The composition of the Kingdom of Northumbria is also Saxon in nature! Even if they have passed three or four hundred years from the era of the Great Immigration, the language drift should not be very drastic. The so-called Old English here is essentially Old Saxon.

The grammar and vocabulary of Old Norse and Old Saxophone have a high degree of similarity.

As the person's speech slowed down, Rurik clarified the person's profile through some key words.

I am afraid that in any era, talent is the most important to the monarch. This man, who claimed to be Paul, described himself as an old servant of the Earl of Edinburgh, engaged in the work of managing the granary.

This person is actually a rare technocrat in this time and space? !

Rurik took the sword, flicked his ponytail, and stood deliberately in front of this Paul. What methods should be used to calm this man down and try to influence him for my use?

A wonderful operation suddenly brewed in Rurik's mind.

Changing from Paul's perspective, this old servant hid as soon as he discovered the barbarians had entered. Several of his young men were killed, and he himself could only pray in a tight corner.

A barbarian boy stood before him. Do not! Is this boy really in the company of those savages?

It was because Rurik used the **** of his right hand to "skillfully" draw a cross on his chest in front of Paul.

This can be called a confusing behavior by barbarians, and it suddenly made Paul feel that the people in front of him just looked barbaric, but in fact they were also servants of the Lord. Just like those Picts, they are obviously servants of the Lord, and they have repeatedly violated the frontier for many years. However, the Pict has red hair, and the fair-skinned boy in front of him has brighter hair than gold.

Liu Liqi Yu Xuanang, and the soldiers beside him were immediately asked to put on a blue-patterned cloak, and put on a more solemn aura.

Then, Rurik spoke very slowly, speaking some key words in Gnostic: "Paul! You are...Edinburgh...servant! Your master, death. Now! I! I am your master! New master! Surrender! Live! Betray, die!"

What else can you hesitate? In the eyes of this "food officer" Paul, the boy in front of him is indeed noble, and he should be a servant of the Lord just like himself.

What is happening now? Maybe Edinburgh was attacked by another kingdom. After all these years of continuous civil wars and turmoil in the kingdom, other kingdoms are coveting to plunder the territory of Northumbria. That is the war of princes and nobles, can it have something to do with the people? In troubled times, Paul made a choice that could save his life.

Paul knelt upright, then got down to kiss Rick's **** boots, and when he felt weird, there was no turning back.

Based on his knowledge of Christ, Rurik played a guest role as the servant of the Lord here, and got the servant of Paul, the food officer, perfectly. Regardless of whether this servant is sincere or not, it will make the next grain transfer work smoother.

Due to the pure taxation, the grain silos in the Edinburgh Walled City are not piled up like a mountain.

However, after the first wave of looting by the Shetland people, there was still a lot of food in several warehouses.

Five horse-drawn carriages were piled up with grain. It is true that gold and silver were not piled into mountains, but grain piled into hills.

In order to avoid misunderstandings, ordinary Paul put on the blue-patterned white cloth hood of the Ross people, and he followed a carriage, walking the **** road in panic.

Until, he saw the corpses of the kingdom warriors all over the ground near the broken city gate, and he really couldn't move around.

"What's the situation? Why stop?" Leaving immediately yelled at the Paul who was standing in a daze, and then walked over.

After a while, Rurik followed the direction of Paul's fingers, and saw a corpse that was said to be a big man among the corpses.

The deceased was actually the Earl of Edinburgh himself? !

Evlo and other elite mercenaries were ordered to drag the corpse out, and as some of the gold and silver utensils carried by the corpse were found out, it perfectly proved his noble status.

The more important thing is that the bent iron sword and the silver-plated hilt can be enjoyed by ordinary people.

And another elite mercenary simply turned out a blood-stained banner, even if it becomes broken, it is still a clearly patterned banner!

"It's the King of Northumbria!" Paul pointed in surprise.

"Yours! Flag?" asked Rylik with his head up.

"It's a nobleman! I'm just the most ordinary servant."

Rurik nodded and motioned to Jeflo to take some measures.

Immediately afterwards, Paul had to reassess his judgment in shock. This beautiful boy who can draw a cross on his chest, is he really a servant of the Lord?

If a young man is really a servant, he is the fallen servant of the Lord.

Even if the earl is dead, he is a nobleman after all, how can he be so humiliated? !

It turns out that Jeflo and others tied the earl's upper feet with ropes and tied them to the wooden carriage of the carriage. They took off the earl's lock and iron helmet, and confiscated his sword and dagger.

Like an earl of rotten meat, he used his back to wash the blood-stained dirt road, and the smoke from the burning houses around him became more and more fierce.

Perhaps Rurik couldn't commit such a dragging act. actually not! Because of those Balmerks and Shetlanders, everyone is essentially Viking, and everyone has an infinite worship of the strong. A commander, in addition to bringing his brothers to make a fortune, he also needs to let everyone know that he is the most violent fighter.

If the body of the enemy commander can be found in the rebellion army, if this is publicly displayed, it is tantamount to saying that Rurik will be cheered by people. Because the soldiers are very eager to see their commander kill the enemy commander himself, such as using the head of the enemy chief to make a bone cup, the Viking warriors will only be happy that they are following a great warrior king.

At dusk, outside the city.

A small wood near the sea is Rurik's choice of camping site, where he can easily see his Aphrodite.

The hemp rope hung the neck of the Earl of Edinburgh, the corpse was hung up and displayed, and his curved iron sword was stuck in the mud under his feet.

It was finally here that Paul, the grain officer, fully understood that they were not servants of the Lord at all.

However, they are not pure savages.

To stay, Rick settles down here~www.mtlnovel.com~ Paul climbed deeply to the burning Rurik, humbled and asked: "My lord. Who are you..."

"Me?" Rurik glanced at him, and motioned to his mercenaries no longer to be on guard.

He looked at the beating flames, solemnly sullen his face and calmly glanced at the Knoss: "VitherNorrse.VitherVikingr."

"Vikingr..." Paul sighed. He knew that he was in a disaster, and he was closely guarded by them. If he escaped, he would be killed immediately.

What will happen to your own destiny? Paul boldly asked again.

"Be my grain officer and manage my grain. If you do it well, you will get benefits. Otherwise! Death."

Paul understood these words completely. He didn't really surrender, but he knew he could not escape this brand new fate. This person is relieved in the predicament, no matter which master he follows, he will be a slave in the end. He can only hold on to his beliefs and live strong. The only thing that is fortunate is that these invaders can take away everything in Edinburgh, but they have no intention of taking away their beliefs...

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