Rise of Rurik

Motivated by the idea of ​​sending someone to report the letter, Otto decided to act immediately.

On a piece of snow, all the deer were tied by their necks, and they couldn't wait to eat the dead grass under the snow.

After Otto and his party finished setting up the camping tent, they quickly got together to talk about the next step.

The atmosphere of the crowd is very urgent to go home. Everyone is eager to lie down in a comfortable home early, and they also complain that they have too many things to pull away.

Many people are wondering how the deer breeders manage hundreds of reindeer with only nineteen people.

Haruo Zuo Sen also questioned: "Chief, our current situation is very bad, and deer die on the road every day! Maybe you can ask that girl, what can we do to prevent the deer from dying."

"She doesn't understand our words, and we don't get any answers." Otto really regretted this.

"Since this is the case, your plan may fail, Chief."

"If that's the case, it's fate. Although the deer died, the most precious deer skins were kept, and we didn't lose much. Anyway, after the deer return, it is best to breed and breed. A result of skinning and eating meat. But now our problem is that there are too many goods, and we have been out for too long, we must send a group of people back to report early."

As Otto said, he looked at the people gathered from left and right, and he didn't just mumble something to Haruo Zuo Sen.

He raised his voice and asked loudly: "I need some people to go back in advance, to go back as quickly as possible, and let everyone know that we are back. Who is willing? Come fight in front of me!"

There was a lively discussion, and ten people stood up.

They were happy to go back and report, but on two conditions.

First, secure their belongings so they can travel light. Second, action needs to be rewarded.

Otto didn't think much of it, because he was indeed wealthy to some extent now.

"Okay! Ten of you, let's go, blown by the north wind, you can slide fast on the frozen sea, and you may slide home in a day. I will pay you a lot, and each of you will be paid a deerskin."

Otto's exhausted and starved deer were already close to seventy, because he did get so many fresh deer hides. With so much cargo that his personal sleigh can no longer hold, many of his cronies are escorting him.

The standard price of each deerskin is a fine-quality silver coin. It can be cut and sewn into a close-fitting leather jacket and trousers. The leftovers can also be used to make fur and gloves. The skin of the deer's hind legs can be cut to make a very good boots.

A piece of deerskin is such an excellent value, and wearing it with cut clothes, the Rus can resist the arctic cold wind very well.

Those who go back to report the news are happy. They all know that the leader never eats salt, and that a short news report can be rewarded heavily. Why not do it?

This night, after a short sleep, the ten reported to the reality that they had finished eating the fresh braised pork, stuffed a piece of dark jerky in their diagonal leather bags, and brought their own skis and ski poles (that is, two A relatively strong straight yo-yo stick), set foot on the ice again, and advance at high speed on the frozen sea under the stars, moonlight, and even the northern lights.

Here Harrodsen volunteered as the leader of the messenger.

It's not that Harrodsen is eager to get a buckskin as a reward. What is a mere buckskin?

This smart man intends to show himself more in front of the leader, and also to prove his lifelong brotherhood with Otto.

His motive for doing so was also for his son Kanuf.

The young Kanuf really had a lot of knowledge after a long hunt on his back, and this child also showed his face frequently in front of the leader.

Because of Kanuf, the child was already Rurik's best friend, or a subordinate.

The north wind howls across the smooth ice,

Ten sled drivers are moving at high speed.

Harozov, who was in the lead, felt that he really only needed a day to get back to Rosberg, because he felt that when the weather warmed up, the fastest speed of a longboat was almost the same as his skating.

They were very fast indeed, so soon after the brief day ended, Harozov noticed a strange sight of the ice in the distance.

The keen hunter's nerves became tense, and Harozov stopped all actions for the time being.

"What's the matter? Harrodsson? Could it be that the stars fell to the ice?"

Harrodsen speculated: "No! It was definitely a bonfire, Harangan. Someone! No! A lot of people, camping on the ice."

"Is it an enemy or a friend?"

"Shouldn't be the enemy. They might...maybe ours!"

"Yes! It must be so. We are looking for them, and they are looking for us."

Others made similar speculations, and Harrodsen believed it to be true, but he himself was very worried about the potential danger. After all, for a good hunter, maintaining constant vigilance is the foundation of preventing oneself from degenerating from hunter to prey.

"Brothers, do you have the courage to come with me?"

"Yes!" Everyone said in unison.

"Let's act now and get our axe. Although we all believe it's our family, we can't take it lightly. You know, when the bay freezes, the Finns from the east may come and attack."

"Finns?! Those idiots are a little better than deer breeders. They are also a bunch of idiots who use stones as weapons!" An old man with a beard said and laughed arrogantly.

Following this laughter, Haruo Zuo Sen also laughed: "That's true, since ancient times they can only submit to us, and obediently send gifts to ask for our forgiveness. When will those weak dare to cross the sea to attack us. Let's go. , guys, let's see who's on the bonfire over there. Well, just in case, put on our chainmail."

There's no harm in being cautious, and that's why the Ross tribe has always suffered less casualties than they have after fighting the Danes and Gotland.

Harrodsen and the others were not too troublesome. From the small drag sled behind them, they not only took out the chainmail and put it on the leather jacket, but also tied the round shield to their left arm.

Some even took off their warm fox fur caps and put on their bronze helmets!

After some action, it was as if they were going to raid the ice campers.

Ten daring Viking warriors got into action, and with the strong defense these armors brought, they really had a strong sense of confidence in any fight.

Above the icefield, ten heavily armed men swaggered toward the bonfire.

Such an arrogant move was naturally noticed by those who had not yet rested.

In an instant, the team that went north to find their family became tense, and some people frantically beat the thickened version of the copper shield.

Both groups of each other are warriors of the Roth clan, and they behave in exactly the same way, such as their chainmail and shield battle axes are always on their bodies, so that they can always deal with unexpected battles.

Rurik woke up suddenly, and when he got out of the tent, he saw the chaos of the entire camp.

He was even more impressed by the solemn face of his mother under the moonlight, and the axe in her hand.

"Son, you have to hide! Maybe the Finns are attacking us, we must fight them back!"

"Finns? Aren't they weak?!"

"I don't know about this!" Niya stopped talking nonsense, she pushed hard, and stuffed the young Rurik back into the tent.

Rurik didn't understand the situation at all. It seemed that the camp was under siege by the enemy. Thinking of this, he also felt a little worried about his situation.

"Liu Li, Liu Li, you were named Rurik because you wanted to do something big, but you can't leave the fjord and be hacked to death by the Finns within two days..."

Rurik couldn't help but think, through the thin animal skin of the tent, he heard the voice of his cousin Arik outside.

"Mother, you don't have to go to war. There are only a few people here. I can't imagine whether the Finns are brave or stupid."

"You see it's Finn? How is your wife? As a man, protect your woman first."

"Peravina is safe. Mother, where is Rurik?"

"He's in the tent."

Hearing his name called, Rurik immediately got out a small head and looked at his brother Arik with a blank face: "It's not dangerous, is it? Besides the Danes, there are those idiots who dare to attack us."

"And some stupid Finns, my brother." Arik smiled. "You're too young to be in the fight. It's time for real men to see us take out all those attackers. "