Rise of Rurik Chapter 636

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Mordgen is not a lover in his hometown. He simply does not want to move to Britain and work for the Ross people to gain personal wealth. This is his goal.

He knew that he would be reused by the Duke of Ross, and he tried his best to express himself in the crowd at today's assembly. He watched the old Brin Goethe, the old and undead young son, also pushed out. Look at this battle, afraid It is this son who will be entrusted with the important task of Rurik of Ross. He desperately wanted to get Rurik's attention, but his work was not wasted.

It's just that the situation has become too delicate.

Mordgen stood upright, looking like a wooden stake in the snow.

He is not tall or short among many men, so as a man, a short adult man is probably not suitable to be a brave and vicious fighter. Of course, some short madmen cannot be ruled out here because of the organization that Rurik hopes to do. The size of the personnel is as close as possible to the team, so this strategy can only be used for the time being.

Those people took off their leather helmets and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Modgen, who was a little embarrassed.

"Hey! Don't tiptoe."

"You are so short, wait a few years to grow taller and come again!"

It is a rare anecdote that the onlookers are all mixed into a group of booing guys.

Naturally, some ruthless people with big waists and round waists came forward. For this kind of talent, Rurik personally appointed him to hire him.

The selection of personnel took an afternoon, and the teenagers who were interested in joining the army were censored because they were obviously too weak.

Of course, the youth's weakness is only a fighter against the various Viking forces.

Their cubs still have an advantage over the farmers temporarily recruited by Britain and Frank.

In the setting sun, Rurik boasted that he had completed his goal, and the speed of the implementation of things was surprising.

He basically recruited the number of infantry that constitute a flag team.

How many people should a flag team have? Rurik established a standard early on, that is, ten people are "groups", three "groups" are "boats", and three "boats" are "hundred people".

Each "hundred people" can organize a strong shield wall, and four "hundred people" can organize a square array.

It is beneficial to learn to imitate the infantry formation of old Rome in this area of ​​Northern Europe, but Rurik is not a simple imitator.

The combatants of an infantry and flag team should have four hundred teams, three dedicated fighters, and one long-range arrow.

In addition, the flag captain and guards of the flag team constitute a command center. In this way, the flag team, which is equivalent to a battalion-level combat unit, is considered to have completed its full ranks.

Rurik counted the number of people and selected four hundred and fifty people using the explorer Modgen as a benchmark.

Although there are not even five hundred people in the full ranks, their strength has already satisfied Ruriek.

It's just that these people are still barbarians through and through after all, they have to learn Ross's fighting style!

Rurik had a very simple method, just because there were ready-made veterans in front of him.

The men with their own weapons believed that by fighting with the Ross people, they would surely be able to reap great wealth. Although the team needs a commander, everyone is also curious. It is unexpected that Lord Rurik recruited the brothers, and even more pleasantly split the team into smaller units.

Is this necessary?

The small shop set up by Rurik started selling the popular daily necessities from Ross in the afternoon, and they were quickly sold out in small quantities.

Buyers used salt as a currency to buy Xinyi's things. Even in the evening, many people are still watching Duke Rurik, Duke of Ross, giving his soldiers with great interest.

A thin teenager giving orders? This scene is really interesting.

"You have to fight like the Ross people!" Rurik said vigorously, "So you must form a flag team. I now choose Modgen to be the flag captain of you all!"

Rurik's announcement immediately caused an uproar.

In the election, there was a strong man who stood up and questioned with a skeptical face: "My lord. Mordgen is good at hiking but not good at logging. He is definitely not a good fighter. Even in our fights, he always fails."

There are people who talk like this, and follow the trend.

Rurik stretched out his right hand to beckon them to shut up, then turned to question the complicated Mordgen: "Give you the opportunity to be the captain of the flag, would you like it?"

"I..." Mordgen was really hesitant, because he himself didn't have the charm of convincing people.

"Forget it. You won't be able to give you a chance!" Rurik remembered the third son of the old Brin Goethe. This young man reminded him of his cousin Arik in terms of spirit.

He asked Hellafeld again: "If you are the captain of the flag, command your hometown fighters. How?"

"Okay! Thank you for your respect." He heard it again and bowed to salute.

However, even this pretty boy, the men present are still questioning.

Of course, there is no shortage of supporters. As dozens of people are neighbors of the old Bryn Goethe's family, they naturally support the experienced Hellafeld.

"I don't want this, I don't want that. What do you want?" Rurik pretended to be an angry question, and then asked: "Do you really need a competition?"

"That's okay!" The speaker was still Helafide, and looking at the person's raised head and chest, it was a real self-recommendation.

The sea breeze blew on the young man's face, and the braided hair on his head was fluttered with gold.

Maybe, really only a very traditional contest can choose a commander in chief?

"Okay!" Rurik drew his sword and pointed at the group of people. "Just follow your rules and hit someone who can be recognized by everyone. Now listen to my orders..."

In the end, it's still the best player in the competition, which can be very Viking.

One thing that made Rurik thankful was that this group of people only disputed the choice of the flag captain, and it didn't matter at all about the arrangement of centurions and lower officers.

Because of the fifty Balmerk mercenaries under Rurik's command, they are all rich and powerful fighters in the eyes of the old family, and they can flourish by following these brothers.

A flag team can have forty-eight "groups",

The "team leader" is all Rurik's old mercenaries.

This evening, Rurik quickly reorganized them, and all the low-level officers were in place.

Speaking of being the Duke of Ross, I just want to incorporate them, and the most worried thing is that they run away. He rushed to give each of these recruits a silver coin, which was regarded as a meeting ceremony, and he deliberately made them owe a favor.

The Balmerks have their own rules, and they are also paying attention to ineffectiveness. Since the Duke of Rose is now giving rewards, the brothers should fight hard.

Rurik finally announced: "After winning the war, you can all get good trophies. You will be great heroes when you return to your hometown! All go home and rest. We will all come to see who is the strongest fighter tomorrow."

In the era of lack of entertainment, watching people fight is important entertainment.

The Ross people no longer compete in the election of a leader, because no Ross people are more noble than Rurik.

The Balmerks are still the same. Since the powerful family ran away cleanly, the rest of the people naturally choose a recognized "boss" by the old tradition.

The people in the settlements in the small bays do not care about the cold water, and rowed boats to the settlements of Narvik in large numbers.

A piece of flat land was cleared of snow, and this is the arena of competition.

Under the attention of the public, some men who were interested in competing for centurion stepped forward. There are only twenty of them in small numbers.

People cheered or booed, talking and laughing.

Since it is a competition, it is not uncommon for a competition to kill people. Although traditionally forbids fighting in the same room, only in the arena, the two sides of the competition must fight until the opponent is satisfied, and it makes sense to accidentally be beaten to death.

They were already together, and Rurik faced them and made a simple request: "You are not allowed to kill you. You are not allowed to use weapons in fights, just use your fists and legs to compete. No heads, no kicks. One party admits defeat or To be thrown out of the circle is a failure."

There are quite a few rules, and since they were made by Rülic, everyone will follow them.

They started. It was Hellafeld who was in the middle of the circle with his upper body exposed and angrily bullfighting, shouting wantonly: "I am strong! Which brother thinks he is stronger, come and beat me!"

As soon as this madman came out, some cheered and some whimpered.

Then a strong man stood up, pointed his nose and laughed: "It's me who is standing here. You should step back."

After a while, the fist fight began.

This is unlimited fighting! Or it's more like an underground restaurant playing wild boxing!

Speaking of boxing itself, it has a relationship with the Vikings, and curling rugby is also the evolution of their violent competition.

Rurik saw it, and Hellafeld didn't say anything. This kid came prepared, his fist was really punchy.

The opponent was also a strong man, but he was forced to the edge of the circle under continuous boxing and kicked him outside the circle with the last leg.

Hellafeld's first victory was a stormy fight. The kid was panting, shaking his shoulders with enlarged biceps, shouting, "Who else!"

Have! Of course there are men standing up.

The people cheered, and while his father, Brin Goethe, cheered, he also reprimanded the eldest son for being a coward.

But this is not just a fight for the captain of the flag, it has become a simple internal contest of who is the strongman.

Although the new rules of losing even if they are kicked out of the circle make the losers unwilling, this is the rule, but they have to concede defeat.

Hellafeld was already slightly tired. He ran away four people in a row and defeated three people.

He continued to yell, breathing heavily, and his body was already wet with sweat.

Someone stood up again, and it was very strange that this person actually flinched again and directly announced that he would not fight.

If Hellafeld was suddenly defeated, no one would dare to say that the person who defeated him was a ruthless person.

He is so tired that even if he defeats him, he is invincible.

But Rurik saw the endurance of this man. As a warrior who fought with strength, Hellafeld did have the strength to defeat ten strong Viking men with bare hands.

With the results of the competition, Hellafeld was almost exhausted, but he still defeated fifteen strong men who were stronger than him.

Everyone was convinced of the defeat, and the remaining few people all announced to give up.

Rurik walked into the circle, surrounded by cheering crowds. The cheers were for Hellafeld, but it was a pity that this guy was half-kneeling and panting, and there were a lot of bruises on his body, but it was all right.

"You are really a warrior." Rurik half-kneeled sincerely.

"Master Duke..."

"Dry the blood on the corners of your mouth, don't worry, you are the best flag captain. You remind me of my cousin, you are really good."

"Your cousin? No, I'm just your soldier." Hellafeld felt that Kokuyo was not true.

"I mean, you are as powerful as my cousin. My cousin brought fifty brothers to a **** battle with five hundred people, and they won. The real warrior is one to ten. Look at yourself, you defeat There are fifteen strong men."

Although Rurik is an exaggeration here, Hellafeld heard it more than heart-warming. Duke Ross is indeed too young, but his strength is almost in his incredible wisdom.

Hellafeld said sincerely: "Then, I will be more brave than my second brother, and be a good fighter for you."

Rurik nodded, "Then, I will teach you more powerful combat skills until you have the same combat effectiveness as my old men."

No one questioned Hellafeld again.

This is ancient times. Lower-level officers don't need much wisdom, as long as they fight according to the command of the chief. In this case, the general must be a brave and relentless person to convince the crowd.

Yes, the commander is a cruel man who slashes Wushuang. The brothers see that they have such a fierce teammate, and they are full of brains to follow the "big brother" to win.

The flag team is considered to be a reorganization, since they have been defined by themselves as the Ross people, Liu Lixian also gave them a name.

There are currently the first and second flag teams of the Warriors in Ross, which are made up of pure Ross.

The people from Lake Mälaren who joined the group were originally Rose's traditional allies. They formed the Mälaren Banner Team, which has now been defined as the "Warriors Third Banner Team" by Rurik.

So this team composed of Balmerks is naturally named "Warriors Fourth Flag Team".

Maybe there are more brave men, at least today, Hellafeld Bringodson has beaten Invincible all over the fjord.

This young talent was simply invited to the mansion of the chief by Rülik to have dinner with him.

It was already night, and the oil lamp in the long house was devastated.

Before having dinner together, Rurik took advantage of the opportunity after the contest was over to gather with the leading figures who came to watch the battle on the spot, and do a good job on the entire Narvik Fjord and the remaining Balmerks in the future. Made some plans.

"Here, it will soon become one of the important harbors of the Principality of Ross. I will start the construction of this fjord next year as soon as possible. I will arrange for some people to come to this fjord and encourage your people to move to the remote area of ​​Ross. Settlement. A fleet will be permanently stationed here, and I will build Ross' Atlantic Fleet..."

He also emphasized once again: "The Narvik Fjord will always belong to Ross, and from now on we are all Ross people."

So as a member of the Duchy of Ross, should taxes be collected? According to general principles, the people of Narvik Port should pay taxes in kind. However, they are really allies and turned into their own people. I am afraid that they will be asked to pay taxes too hastily.

Everyone is a Viking, and the brothers pay attention to fairness. The Rus people of the traditional old Rus tribe, Rurik now does not collect their taxes, and naturally it is not guilty to collect taxes from the Balmerks.

However, taxation is not simply taking out physical objects or gold and silver coins. Their labor creates value. As the Duke of Ross, the Duke defines how much value labor has. Then, a part of the value of their labor is extracted, and this part is tax, but they don't know it.

Of course, the tax is not used for the pleasure of the duke's family. At this stage, Rurik knows exactly where his wealth has been invested. Large-scale infrastructure construction is conducive to the future. As for the present, most of the wealth that I earn every year by various means is used in infrastructure and armaments.

Armaments are expanding. This is to improve Ross's military strength, and then expand abroad with strong strength to capture the war dividends to bridge the contradictions within the Principality. Until the internal construction reaches a critical value, active external expansion can only be achieved. Some convergence.

These are all great truths, and Rurik has no intention of chatting too much with his generals. Fortunately, all the soldiers know in a simple way that in recent years, Ross has been invincible. Fighting is the fastest way for an ordinary fisherman to make a fortune. Although it is very risky, it is really worth the risk.

This idea is entirely applied to the Balmerks, but the bravest group seems to have immigrated to Britain. Are the remaining guys mostly cowards?

Rurik's understanding is naturally negative, otherwise he would not value this Helafide.

The two men were alone face to face, and some snacks were placed on the low improvised wooden table.

Hellafeld was quite weak, smelling the aroma of the cooked wheat on the table, he couldn't care too much to grab a wooden spoon and feast on it.

Rurik watched the man ate up a bowl of boiled wheat.

"Wheat! It's delicious! My lord, thank you for your reward."

"Hey, your flattery is a lot. You allow you to call me Rylik."

"So... Brother Rurik." Hellafeld patted his chest, bruised, self-belief: "The war is on my body. Brothers are all looking forward to following a hero to victory. Oh, I still listen. Saying that you have been blessed by Odin, you are the son of God."

Rurik nodded: "Indeed, Odin rewarded me with something, but Odin did not explain the purpose of all this. Maybe God wants me to build a great cause and make Rose a great nation. Maybe God also requires me. Be kind to all people."

"Yes, God exists, and I can't figure out God's intentions for mortals." Hellafeld pretended to sigh with emotion.

The two chatted in this way, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Rurik learned more about the customs of Balmerk. He deliberately got close to people like Helafide, at least he must stay noble and relax his mentality at the same time. Such a decision to call his brothers and sisters becomes very necessary.

Calling each other brothers, this is a language that everyone understands.

Although the bruise on his body was very painful, with the praise and hospitality of Duke Ross himself, Hellafeld only felt happy in his heart. As the youngest member of the family, he was destined to work out a family business, but now he has become the leader of an army, and he doesn't pretend to work hard.

However, a question about the soul suddenly made Helafide hesitate.

"Have you killed the enemy?"

Rurik's eyes were extremely sharp, which represented too much.

"I..." Helafide stubbornly said, "I have killed deer, killed wolves, and even to prove that I have singled out bears, I finally stabbed the bear with a spear~www.mtlnovel.com~ But, you No one has ever been killed." Rurik continued to ask.

"Yes... so it is."

"I'm not the same." Rurik said coldly, "The army I command killed at least 30,000 people! Some leaders even said that I was a ruthless butcher. Maybe so, but we have to do this. The battlefield is dead and dead. Battle. You will soon have a chance to kill the enemy, but you must remember that this is my advice."

Hellafeld finally nodded his head to signal that he listened respectfully.

"Attention." Rurik said solemnly: "A true warrior only kills enemies who refuse to surrender. We must be more fierce than bears on the battlefield, but once the enemy surrenders, we can no longer kill more. We can't do everything else. , You must give the enemy a chance. Maybe, you're an enemy now, and you'll become a comrade-in-arms in the future. Regarding the conquest of the Karelians, when you are standing, your people must strictly follow my instructions. If you take the lead in breaking the order or It's an indiscriminate killing, and you will not be entitled to any spoils."

Hellafeld wanted to say that he absolutely obeyed, why did he feel like he was crushing a stone in his heart. He didn't have any rhetoric, he just hooked his head and said: "I will do this, and I will never disobey orders."

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