Rise of Rurik

The appearance of the Ross army surprised Ragnar, and someone around him reminded him: "They are afraid that they will continue to attack Frank."

Is Rurik here? If we attack Frank...

He looked forward to the young brother landing, so that he could prepare a banquet to entertain this good brother.

Unexpectedly, the most distinguished person who landed was the blue fox Gouldson.

Standing on the simple pier, facing a large number of Ross's longboats washing up on the beach, he was inevitably disappointed that he could not wait for his good brother.

What is this guy Blue Fox doing here? I must have used Copenhagen as a rest stop.

At least, this guy shouldn't just want to go back to Gothenburg.

After all, this man was also a buddy who had fought side by side. Based on the past friendship, Ragnar opened his arms and walked straight away, deliberately calling the guy's name in a loud voice as he walked.

"Here it comes! Brother! Blue Fox, my old brother."

Ragna with his braided beard is too enthusiastic, right? Blue Fox stared at him and suddenly felt cold all over, so he could only bite the bullet and respond with the same enthusiasm.

The two hugged each other hard and fist bumped according to Danish etiquette.

"A huge army has landed in my city. Why are you here? It seems that my brother Rurik is not here?"

"He didn't come, but he gave me a lot of authority."

Blue Fox answered simply. He also had some questions. Especially when he was about to land, he noticed that there were a large number of longships parked on the shore of the city surrounded by wooden walls, and many craftsmen were doing repair work.

If it was for fishing, Xiu Shan should have been completed long ago and would definitely be floating on the sea on a large scale on this sunny day.

"You..." Blue Fox asked cautiously: "Are you preparing for an expedition?"

"Haha, sharp eyes. Yes, just like you. You... are also preparing for an expedition."

"Of course, I am acting on the king's orders. And..."

"My brother, do you have anything to say?"

"Yes. The King hopes that the King of Denmark will also send troops to participate. This time we are going to have a big operation."

The pier and the beach are not the place to discuss important matters. Ragnar, who was in high spirits, hurriedly asked this distinguished guest to enter his palace. When Ross's participating nobles disembarked one after another, a young face and an old face naturally attracted his attention.

Askard, the eldest son of Aric the Double Sword, has a good relationship with his two sons.

Ragnar was very concerned about this boy. His blue eyes looked full of desire for wealth. Maybe he could become a warrior with unlimited killing like his father.

Thinking of this, Ragnar became even more concerned about his eldest son Yin Var. That kid has leg problems and seems to be a cripple for the rest of his life. The boy didn't die, maybe it was really because of the determination of the gods, not because of his soft-heartedness back then.

He simply couldn't figure out why Rurik was particularly interested in this boy with weak legs.

The Ross army is going to take another rest in Copenhagen. Since they will be going on an expedition to Frankland, the soldiers are full of confidence in their future and they don't mind buying a lot of fish here again.

They all have "iron stomachs" and can easily eat raw herring meat. The long paddle made them indeed spend a lot of energy. Fortunately, people were full of confidence in the prospects. This was because the direction of the Oresund Strait made it easy for people to take advantage of the southerly wind and then reach the vast ocean. Although they had to go south along the coastline and lower the jib. It became possible for the entire fleet to sail in a zigzag line against the wind, and everyone could rest their arms at this time.

At night, the beach where the Russian army was stationed was dotted with bonfires, and the air was filled with a strong smell of grilled fish.

In Ragnar's so-called royal palace, he also entertained distinguished guests from afar with grilled fish.

"At least we're not sitting on the floor anymore."

Blue Fox did not like this "palace" converted from a traditional longhouse. He could see that Ragnar was imitating the Novorosberg and Novgorod he had seen. He was afraid that it was too traditional to build a multi-story building. demands.

At least it has wooden floors, but the decoration is too rough. In addition to the smell of grilled fish, there is also a heavy smell of rosin in the room. I think the Ragnar family is used to it, and the smell doesn't hit their noses after living here for a long time.

Here, two boys, one older and one younger, were invited into this barbaric banquet for the King of Denmark, who had a slightly bad tooth.

Everything is just like twenty years ago, when Swedish aristocrats would sit together, eat grilled fish and barbecue, and talk about some things by the way.

Ragnar, who was in a good mood, was surrounded by some powerful cronies, and he made no secret of his desire for war at this moment.

He ate some fish and drank some ale, and talked endlessly about his desire to plunder Britain...

"So, you think the sneak attack on Wessex was profitable? You did make a lot of money?"

"Of course. Haha, the brothers are all rich."

"But." Blue Fox really knew what bottles and jars this guy had snatched last year. He couldn't say it in a harsh way, and his expression was so twisted that he couldn't help but ask, "Is that kingdom really very rich?"

"Oh? Are you questioning it?"

"I don't dare." As he said this, Blue Fox laughed naively.

Of course Ragnar himself knew the specific situation. He went to plunder Dover Beach and robbed a batch of iron tools and a certain amount of gold and silver. However, the Russians set a "good example" for Denmark and wanted to make a fortune from plundering. We still need to work hard to get on par with those people.

"I heard about a city. Londinium. I plan to plunder it this time."

"Londinium? This word...could it mean London?"

"I don't know. But deep in a bay in the north, I heard that it is very rich, and a lot of gold and silver are piled in the monastery. Isn't this... prepared for me?" After saying that, Ragnar laughed, He even laughed very arrogantly.

Seeing how happy he was, and because of the joy of his followers, the blue fox had no choice but to smile in response.

"Then congratulate the great King of Denmark on his great fortune."

"Oh! Thank you for your encouragement. We are about to set off, but we didn't expect your army to come too. What do you think? Do you plan to attack Britain with us? I think of a possibility. We and the group of Norwegians in York will merge into one island, and the three of us will If we join forces, we will definitely make a lot of money from the people of Wessex."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own mission. Haha, I guess you can guess where we are about to attack?"

The blue fox half-smiled, staring at Ragnar's face.

"I understand." The excited Ragnar also grimaced, and then showed a cunning and fierce look on his face: "I'm still going to attack the Franks."

"Yes. This time, King Rus also ordered us to carry out a big operation. What do you think? You have a large stronghold at the mouth of the River Inn. Wouldn't it be good to organize an army to act with us? Wessex is rich, I believe , but we should all admit that the Franks are richer."

"This..." Ragna was tempted for a moment, and then he thought about it, if he followed this guy Blue Fox, who would be the boss of the operation?

He pinched his beard and asked deliberately: "It's not impossible. If I command the army, everything will be fine."

"Haha. Forget it. King Ross gave me a task. This time I will command the army. I dare not disobey his order."

"In that case, what can I do for you? Otherwise, you can send some Jianyong to follow me. You have more soldiers, so a few people won't be a problem." Ragna thought that he had a small part in his hands. The Rus army can gain some extra fame by attacking Wessex in this way.

Blue Fox refused without thinking too much: "No. The soldiers King Ross gave me have clear organization. But you...that boy."

"Yin Val!" Blue Fox simply stopped trying to hide it. His voice was so loud that the boy who was eating the fish with his legs crossed and seemed to be "little transparent" straightened up in shock.

"Ah? You called me?"

"How about it? Your uncle Rurik named you! King Rus always thinks that you have a great future. How about bringing some soldiers with us to attack Frank together?"

The boy suddenly put down the half-eaten fish: "Of course I can."

Hearing this, Ragnar was startled and hurriedly pressed his son's head: "But he has a leg problem. Is Rurik serious?"

But Yin Val suddenly grabbed his father's arm with both hands and pulled it off fiercely: "I can do it."

"You?" Ragnar looked at his brave son in disbelief: "You really can do this?"

"Of course I can."

"real?!"

"Really. Do you still need me to prove something?"

My son, who has leg problems, now relies on loose clothing to cover his naturally atrophied legs. The child was not unable to stand, but his legs, which had not developed much since he was a baby, could no longer support the weight of his upper body.

The son has a fierce look on his face, like a bear or a wolf, trying to stifle his ambition for no reason. Is it too stupid for him to be a father?

What if? ! If this kid really made meritorious deeds by following the Russians, would the titles of "waste" and "boneless" still be derogatory?

"That's fine. I can support you."

Ragnar first said casually to calm down the anxious eldest son. He thought of many past events, and then asked about a woman. "Brother Blue Fox, now... Carlotta, how is she?"

"You're asking the Duchess of Ostara. Hey, why do you care about her?"

"She is Rurik's sister after all. And... I care about certain things."

Ragna said no more. He was as smart as a blue fox. He kept his voice to try to understand something: "I basically understand. Guilt? No, those were things that happened a long, long time ago. In fact, she was just like you, far away. The East opens up territories. But the East is either forest or grassland, as vast as the sea. She does not build ships, but trains a large number of cavalry. She is good at riding horses and leads her men on expeditions to all directions. In my opinion..."

Blue Fox deliberately knocked on the floor: "You really need to give Yin Val a chance. The gods will give any warrior a chance, even if it is a woman. As long as it is a true warrior, the gods will not treat him badly."

The words came to Ragnar's heart. Just looking at the blue fox in front of him, it was easy to imagine that such words would come out of the mouth of such an ungrateful guy.

That he doesn't believe Frey? This man is a really big businessman, and he doesn’t believe in Odin, right? He is really ruthless when fighting. Say he converted to the Frankish God? It's true, but it's never taken seriously.

This person may believe in all gods, or he may not believe in any gods.

Just like his father, he likes money.

Not entirely true. As far as Ragnar knew, this blue fox seemed to lack desire for women, which was really strange.

Ragna has always cared about the woman Carlotta. After all, it was not his intention to kill her father and brother, but he was forced to do so due to the war. The injured girl should have been taken away by the gods. This girl's life should not have been cut off. The gods only made her legs sick, and now she is expanding her territory? Ragnar felt the land combat style of the Ross cavalry during the war. It would be unimaginable if this woman had a larger cavalry team.

The key is that this woman proved one thing, leg disease does not necessarily prevent a person from performing meritorious deeds.

"My Yin Val can be given to you. What do you... do?" A pair of wolf-like eyes stared straight at the blue fox.

I saw the blue fox also sticking his head out: "Then, you can't just hand over this kid. You have to give me a Danish army. First, it will serve as Yin Val's guard, and second, Yin Val will command these people to fight."

"That's okay." At this moment, Ragna grabbed his son's head again: "Boy, King Ross thinks highly of you. What about you? You must be responsible for your words. I can't give you elites, so I'll give you a group of slaves. You take them to fight in the Franks. If Odin and Thor let you die, that will be your fate. If you achieve merit, remember to sacrifice blood to thank the gods."

"Okay." Yin Walda said simply.

"You brat. Are you just thanking me like this?" Ragnar slapped his son on the head.

But the boy suppressed his father's right arm with both arms without saying a word: "I would rather thank King Ross!"

"Good boy." Ragna, who had his right arm held down, simply refused to break free: "Dare to resist me, it shows that you want to become a real man. At the age of twelve, you need to prove yourself, follow the Ross people to kill, block those Question your guy’s bad mouth.”

"The most I can say is thank you for the slave you gave me. There is nothing else to say."

Lan Hu didn't dare to say anything. In his opinion, it seemed that the relationship between father and son was not very good? He didn't dare to speak out the random thoughts in his mind. At least Ragna handed over Yin Var, a boy with weak legs, and it would be considered a mission accomplished.

Many Danish leaders felt that the king's eldest son was a loser. Yes, how can a guy with weak legs be popular?

According to the tradition of the northern world, newborn children are first examined. If they have congenital diseases, they are abandoned in the mountains and forests or thrown into ice caves.

In the north, the weak are not qualified to live, because limited resources cannot be a burden to the tribe.

Yinvar is not welcomed, and the leaders are looking forward to Ragnar's second son Bjorn. This kid is completely normal. He is growing up rapidly now, and he should be a normal strongman in a few years.

One hundred slaves were handed over to Yin Val. They were not slaves in the full sense, but mostly unlucky people with debts.

Ragnar would never give his limited elites to his son with crippled legs to go on military adventures. He even never doted on his unlucky eldest son. The key was that his wife was full of pity for his disabled eldest son.

There is no use pity! Who can protect him for the rest of his life? Besides, this kid has eyes like a wolf, and he doesn't want to be a guard dog in a pen.

The debt slaves turned into Yin Var's bodyguard. As a noble, he also had a small group of slaves to take care of his daily life.

A total of one hundred and twenty people, Yin Val will lead this group of people to join the Ross army as Danish allies.

An abstract raven flag on a white background is the flag of Denmark. Yinvar has five longships, which is all his army has.

Early in the morning, the special Danish army suddenly appeared at Ross's beach camp.

No one in this army wears armor, not even iron helmets. The only armor currently is a huge round shield. The weapons brought by these guys are mostly short spears and hand axes.

The blue fox was very happy that Ragnar had promised his eldest son to send troops on behalf of Denmark. When he saw Ragnar sitting in a sedan chair and being lifted up by the soldiers, with the "warrior" following him in a mess with a buckler on his back, Piao Yang was very happy. The raven flag has become a joke.

Look at their appearance, they are just a bunch of beggars compared to the Russian army.

In terms of military appearance, it is not even as good as the Finnish army led by Kelha.

At least, the military too.

"I'm here. Uncle Blue Fox!" The guard put the sedan down, and Yin Val, who was wearing a strange braid, raised his head and stared directly at the approaching Blue Fox.

"Have all your troops arrived?"

"They're all here! My army."

"Haha, your army? I can't see it!" It was Askard who came over with a smile. He actually meant no harm, but these words hurt Yin Val's sensitive heart.

The boy pouted and said deliberately: "I know you. Son of Arik with two swords, you see my people are indeed a large army. They will kill the Franks until they cry for father and mother. What do you think?"

"Hehe." Askard pointed casually: "They are all my people over there. I have an army of five hundred, and I am the flag captain."

"Oh! So you are very strong?"

"Of course." Askard directly ignored the anger and stubbornness hidden in Yin Val's words. He sat directly on the wooden frame of the sedan and stretched out his right fist.

Seeing this, Yin Val boxed with him.

"We are all brothers. We can meet acquaintances this time." Askard continued.

"who?"

"Regrave."

"Him? I haven't seen him since he left two years ago. I quite like him."

"That's good. In this battle, Reglaf must follow us. He has more tasks. Those old guys are gradually giving opportunities to our brothers. From now on, it is our time to fight side by side and make a fortune together. "

"Okay." Yin Val felt better.

He didn't want anyone to pity him, an unfortunate disabled person, and now he felt that Asgard was hiding a lot of things. Fortunately, this guy didn't have the guts to say it.

As the saying goes, Regraf, who is in the same boat and whose birth means the death of his mother, thinks that this brother must be in a similar situation to himself - both are unpopular because of their own problems.

At least during the period of learning knowledge in Novgorod, Brother Reglaf was a good person, and Brother Askard was not bad either.

What he admired most was Rurik, King of Rus.

No one else, just because the king who was blessed by Odin pointed at his nose and said: You will become a legendary warrior.

He found his confidence and even his arrogance.