Rise of Rurik Chapter 886

There is an island in the long and narrow Lake Wettern, named Wiesingerser.

There is an altar on the island, and a large number of people in Gotaland have to live and live around the altar. The island is also named after the altar.

The long and narrow Lake Wettern is only one of the territories under the control of the Gotaland people. The ruler of this lake enjoys the control of sacrifices and the right to trade Sorgon.

The powerful military leader and his buddies control the violence machine, although there is also a parliamentary court on the island, all the prominent people gather to hold a traditional Nordic meeting, and finally the military leader has to listen to the opinions.

The Gotalans have not yet formed a national group, not even a tribal alliance.

Instead, they formed a special group of residents. The military leaders resembled the tyrants of ancient Greek city-states, and they looked like warlords who controlled a region. There are private troops and slaves below the leader, and a large number of civilians need the protection of these military personnel, but the leader does not regard the people as his own clan.

If there is no external harassment, the Gotaland people who live in the southern part of the lake can live a long life of fishing and farming by themselves.

The economy of the people is mainly based on fishing. The huge Lake Wettern and the dense streams like leaf veins. The favorable water environment nourishes a large number of fish. They can feed themselves by fishing, supplemented by animal husbandry and farming. , life is not rich, but it makes sense.

They are not people who are easy to get rich, the reality is that they are not satisfied with life.

To find a new outlet to the sea, to find a warm territorial life.

In order to find a warm place, we must compete with the Danes, and the brothers have suffered for a long time in this regard.

Looking for a new entrance to the sea, things have come to a head. Although the waterway is very tortuous, the brothers can indeed enter the East Baltic Sea quietly in front of the strategically shrinking Swedes.

For the rulers of Lake Wettern, they lack the ability to compete with the Swedes for living space, and the most ideal strategy at present is cannibalization.

The crisis came very suddenly.

In the beginning, a few bruised idiots fled from north to south to Visingosser Island, the boats limply washed the beach and the paddlers scrambled down panting to warn the approaching people of the danger.

"Quick! Go and tell the boss! The wicked are coming from the north!" The speaker seemed to be frightened, and the words were incomprehensible.

Someone who was trying to help them patted the speaker's face and asked loudly, "Where did you come from? Are you the ones who went to the north to open up?"

"Yes! My village was destroyed by the wicked, and everyone died."

"What did you say?"

"Don't wait any longer." The man stared at the people in front of him in horror, and roared heart-to-heart: "You are all idiots! I want to see the boss, and we'll be finished soon!"

Who does not know the temper of his boss, the recalcitrant "Crazy Bear" Karl, he thought he cut off a lot of Danes' heads to win this honorary name.

Karl "Crazy Bear", the warlord tyrant of Lake Wettern, controls this lake area with hundreds of brothers, and nearly 10,000 people live together with them.

Although the people at the pier looked at the unfortunate appearance of the guys on the docked fishing boat, everyone believed that they had encountered a major disaster, but no one dared to tell the boss before the matter was clear.

People are afraid of Carl's domineering. It is said that this guy almost killed a bear when he was ten years old, and what happened after that is pure legend.

"Crazy Bear" Karl is wearing bear skin and a helmet with a modified upper jaw on his head. He looks like a war bear. He held a long-handled Nordic double-edged axe and slashed at the Danes who had gathered to hunt slaves. The Danish shield wall seemed meaningless under his big axe.

It was more than ten years ago. Karl and his friends in Gothenburg successfully fought against Denmark. If it were not for such a feat, the people of Lake Wettern would not have believed him.

The former berserker is now middle-aged. He never fought against Denmark again. An old fighter lived a stable and even boring life in his comfort zone, recalling the glory of his youth.

Bad news suddenly spread on the island, and the soldier cautiously told his boss about the legend he heard.

Could it be that the stable days have finally encountered waves?

The pioneering village in the north was suddenly destroyed by the wicked?

"You all go down. Maybe they ran into some trouble, or maybe they were choked and insane. Don't worry about this." Carl ordered his subordinates to eat and drink.

What is meant by "a person riding a monster destroying a village", and what is "a monster can shoot arrows and breathe fire", there is even a saying that the monster is human-shaped, but has four hooves like a cow.

If the messenger knew the concept of centaurs, they would definitely say this word.

For the fishermen who saw horses and cavalry for the first time in their life, they were brutally killed at the same time. It is normal to use the most vicious and terrifying words to describe it. It was this description that reached the ears of the ruler "Crazy Bear" Karl, and became seriously distorted and even unconvincing.

Carl didn't completely ignore it, he thought for a while, and gathered his leaders at night.

More than a dozen people looked at each other in dismay. Seeing that their boss mentioned the rumors that suddenly spread, they muttered again in their hearts.

"You've all heard about it. Those rumors are too bizarre. I don't believe them. I've thought about it for a while, and we have to be careful. You go and inform the fishermen to be careful in the nearest time, and don't rush to the north to fish."

More than a dozen people said yes.

However, someone suddenly asked: "Boss, if something really happened in the north, what should we do?"

"Oh? Garg, those rumors are not credible."

"Yes! But our north is the Swedes, and if they are attackers, we need to be on guard. Haven't we also received some news over the years? The Swedes and the Rus, they are not peaceful."

"I understand this too. Well, it's right to make some preparations in advance." Carl thought for a while, and then said, "I originally asked you to settle down after you go back. In this case, you remind the men by the way."

Will things get worse?

On the second day, these little leaders followed the orders of their bosses and told the people to be careful, and even went to Jonkoping City, a stronghold on the south side of the lake, and told the people there to be vigilant.

It was on this day that new fugitives entered Wiesingoth.

There are many strange arrows on the boat, which are exactly the same as the arrows handed over by the refugees yesterday.

The mass-produced Ross arrows have done a good job in quality control, and it is these identical arrows that prove their identity.

Although the current Gotaland people still do not know the identity of the attackers, the fugitives from two villages arrived almost at the same time. They were also a group of exhausted and wounded people. Although they were from different villages, a total of three villages took out exactly the same Arrow, isn't this a serious problem?

"Crazy Bear" Carl faced the arrows in front of him, and even the dictation of several villagers who were sent to the island fortress by his subordinates. Now the situation can't bear his disbelief.

"Monsters with hooves shoot arrows at you?! They stabbed your people with spears? They also destroyed your village? Impossible, it's not a monster, it's an enemy!"

Karl scolded him angrily, and the villagers immediately changed their tune and kowtowed.

The family members of the villagers were either killed or captured, and the villages, barges, and cattle and sheep were all destroyed.

But what the villagers pleaded for was very outrageous: "Our cattle and sheep are gone, and the tribute owed to you cannot be turned over at all. Please forgive us and don't make us slaves."

However, Karl didn't look at them directly, just as he was a warlord tyrant, not a monarch or a tribal leader who ruled for the people.

"Since the tribute you owe me is not enough, you should all become slaves! I am merciful. At least you will not starve to death as slaves."

It was heard that the villagers who had just escaped continued to hold their heads in pain, and were then dragged out by the soldiers.

Carl looked around, he didn't feel sorry for what happened to the villagers. After all, the villagers who went to the north of the lakeside to open up were not his subordinates. The pioneering move was a spontaneous move, and any disasters he encountered should be borne by him.

The fleeing villagers did not ask Carl to call the shots for their suffering, nor did Carl ignore the imminent threat.

Everyone knows the situation, no matter how the northern villages are destroyed, there is indeed a strong military force. If a "warlord" has the ability to destroy three villages in two days, it will certainly also go south to attack Visingosser and Jönköping. Calmon asked himself, if the warlord was himself, he would definitely send his troops south and swept one side.

He smelled the increasingly strong killing intent from the north, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt.

Fortunately, his bones are not rusted and old.

Thinking of one person, he took out the general named Garg in front of all his cronies.

"Gag! You were the first to predict the danger from the north, and now the situation is getting worse. I want you to gather five hundred men to go to the north to see."

"Ah! Actually, I..."

"Are you hesitating? What right do you have to hesitate?!" Carl's stomping shook the mountains, and then he scolded: "Conquering women is not a man, and if you make a hundred women have children, it is better to cut off ten. Enemy warriors have brave heads. Do you think five hundred men are too few?"

"No, if..."

"No ifs. You're just scared. Anyway, I'll give you a thousand fishermen to go to the north to see what's going on. If you find enemies who are harassing the village, you'll hack them to death. Gag, this is your chance to make merit. All these years Our brothers stay in the lake every day and can only hunt, fish and play with women for fun, the opportunity to fight is given to you, you can do it."

Glory? It would be an honor to win.

But then again, since it will be honored, why doesn't the boss go there in person? Garg felt that he was really talkative yesterday. Since the boss gave an order, the other brothers avoided it, what should he do?

Many people owe debts, and they were originally helpless when they were recruited into the army, but if they fought a battle with the legendary wicked people in the north and plundered the spoils to pay off their debts, the whole family would be freed.

There are hundreds of debt slaves, and many more fishermen have witnessed or heard the plight of the fugitives, and they do not feel fear at all, but see it as an opportunity to make a fortune.

Because in this era, war must not be a terrible thing, it is the fastest way for the young people to turn around.

Besides, they were famous for their apprenticeships—finding the wicked and avenging their friends in the north.

Really friends? Maybe.

A very large army gathered at the altar on the island, the priest danced a "sacred dance" and burned some newly caught fish in the flames.

The Gotaland people naturally believe in Odin and other Norse gods, but because of the lakes they live in, they worship more lake gods. Instead of offering human sacrifices, they did the ritual of burning fresh fish to ashes.

The so-called army is almost always armed fishermen, but some young boys who are just twelve years old have heard all the legends of Carl the "Crazy Bear" and other madmen killing the Quartet on the battlefield. Young people are eager to achieve themselves in battle, eager to gain honor, and even die in battle for honor.

These fishermen are the army. They bring their own food and weapons, and they dress in a variety of styles, and the boats they are about to take are also in a variety of styles.

Originally, the commander of the army, Garg, was worried, but now on the flat ground where the open altar is, there are golden heads and spearheads like forests everywhere.

The usual tactic of the Vikings is to form a shield wall, and the brothers swarm up and rush up to slash together.

This is true of the Gottarans, the Danes, and the Swedes in the north. Without the intervention of Rurik's modified Rusian army, their battles were simply, violent and uncreative.

In such a battle mode, when the weapons and equipment, body and physique of the soldiers on both sides are not much different, the side with more people often locks the victory.

Garg and his more than 100 close comrades are a group. They are all wearing chain mail, and even a ring of chain mail is hung under the leather helmet to protect their fragile necks. These talents are the forces that make up the strength of "Crazy Bear" Karl. Similarly, if these warriors wither on a large scale, his strength as a warlord tyrant will also be lost.

Carl knew this very well, so he sent more than 100 cronies to fight. They were also equipped with excellent equipment. According to the general rational understanding, as long as this kind of warrior did not fall into the lake and drown, it would be very difficult for him to suffer casualties.

In contrast to other fishermen armed, they are the most classic Viking warriors.

They wore ragged clothes and unkempt faces, or they had a variety of braids of hair and beards, and they smelled of sweat and fish. Of course, they have to clean up their own hygiene, but after all, they are still unbearable.

Naturally, their crotch is relative to the Rus army. Up to now, this confident fishermen's armed forces do not know what the northern invaders are. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

It has been more than ten years, and the Wettern Lake area has once again assembled an army with a scale of 1,000 people. For the first time in my life, a large number of young fighters have seen a large-scale assembly in the team.

The young warriors didn't know what war was, and they jumped on the longboat with joy as if they were going to a wedding.

Some people even shouted: "Today we will kill the guys in the north and take prisoners, and tomorrow we will float to Lake Venern and go to Gothenburg to sell slaves to make a fortune."

Others have fantasized about their victory, "Find them! Kill them! I'll go to Denmark in a few years, kill their warriors, and bring back a few slaves."

The fleet was full of joyful air, the armed fishermen cheered each other up because of the huge number of troops, they were extremely optimistic about the future, and Garg was more optimistic than them.

Take a good look at this army! Ten long boats, accompanied by a large number of sampans, were densely spread on the lake, and the city of Jonkoping, not far from Dalian, noticed the momentum. In fact, some people in the army came from Jönköping on the south bank on purpose. They brought their own boats, weapons and food, just to win the spoils of war.

"Crazy Bear" Karl stood high on the island, and his heart was quite complicated.

He was generally pleased that he could convene such a large army with a single order, but what was the inexplicable worry in his heart?

No matter, the arrow has to be fired on the string!

It was ordered by Karl, and the bullhorn trumpeted by his subordinates was an attack order for the fleet.

Hearing the sound of the horn, Garg on the boat shouted with his sword, "Brothers, march north."

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