Rise of Rurik

There are white cavalry everywhere, all of them have iron helmets with huge blue feathers on the top of the helmets.

They have good horses, and every one is in stirrups.

They all hold a kind of wonderful bow in their hands, the arrows have been strung, and they are ready to shoot at any time.

"Oops, I'm a sheep waiting to be slaughtered! What should I do? I'm still riding a horse, so I'm going to be attacked by them?" Chief Yomenus wanted to find a crack in the ground, but the open land What about caves.

The morale of the own army was disturbed, men and women, with terrified expressions on their faces, they spontaneously crowded towards a certain center, forcing the people inside to have difficulty breathing.

The wooden shield fell off, and a lot of spears were scattered...

The Kretinga army was not prepared for any encounters. The big guys obviously followed the chief to Palanga to destroy the pirates and get the spoils, so that most of the militiamen never thought that they would be injured or even killed in battle.

At the same time, the Russian army was in no hurry to attack.

It's like lions sometimes play with their prey for clapping, and then kill when they get tired of playing.

Rurik instructed the army that had completed the encirclement of the enemy to continue to circle around, and as long as the enemy did not act desperately, their own side would not shoot arrows.

He also saw that, except for those on horseback, among these soldiers, the rest of the militiamen had no armor, and a group of civilians who were only made of animal skins and armed with weapons that were obviously converted from agricultural tools dared to attack. Who gave them the courage?

As long as the siege continues, the people in the circle will continue to collapse, and the unexplainable sense of fear and oppression will eventually force those who have the fighting spirit to collapse and give up resistance.

because Rurik

This encounter was not part of his plan.

However, wars will always happen at unexpected moments. Thanks to the consistent vigilance of the Ross army, this weak brigade did not touch the army formation and then attacked and launched a counterattack.

At first, Chief Yomenus was terrified. He gradually realized that the other party didn't seem to want to kill, at least he didn't intend to do something wrong immediately, and doubts gradually arose in his heart.

He glanced at the frightened militiamen again. Many of his domestic slaves were already sitting on the ground because of their slack legs. The army composed of free villagers should have been very powerful, but now they basically gave up resistance.

Breakout is impossible!

Moreover, so what if it breaks through? These villains in white will easily capture anyone and sell them into slavery. He escaped by chance with the remnants of his troops, but Kretinga had no strength to fight, and the remaining old, weak, women and children would be captured and sold into slavery. The chieftain could not have had any illusions about the Varyags, but now...

In this critical moment, Yomenus had no choice but to take a gamble.

"Get off the horse... get off the horse quickly." He tremblingly gave orders to the stunned soldiers.

He set an example by himself, not only got off his horse, but also threw his sword, and opened his hands helplessly to show that he had no fighting intention.

Seeing that the chief is like this, what else can his subordinates do? Everyone is a serf, and they are fighting for the chief, and now the chief has signaled to surrender and he has followed suit. As for what can happen in the future, everyone is a slave anyway. Could it be worse to be a slave to the Varyags?

Rurik keenly noticed this, and further signaled his subordinates to be vigilant.

He gave Fisk a look.

"Hello! Who are you?!" The speaker was

It was Fisk, and this was the first negotiation between the two sides since the encounter, and it was also an unequal negotiation.

The words were shouted in Norse, because I had to make deals with some Danish Varyags in my life. Although the accent of the Norse sounded strange, Chief Yomenus really understood it.

When the Varyag asked this question, no matter how you think about it, the situation may turn around.

Yomenus then raised his hands openly and walked cautiously in the direction of the speaker.

"Enough! Stop!"

As soon as Fisk finished speaking, more than a dozen arrows shot at the man's feet, and one of them almost pierced the sole of Jomenus' foot.

The middle-aged chief really took a deep breath. If it wasn't because he often rode his horse firmly, he would have fallen down.

"Who are you?!" the arrogant Fisk asked again.

"Varyag. Don't hurt us, I...have no malice towards you, only respect."

This is of course an act against their will. Originally, the Kretinga army planned to sneak attack the Varyag pirates in Palanga, and then steal the pirates' spoils. Who would have thought that stealing chickens would cost their own lives? go in.

shameful? Despicable? Anyway, as long as the current residents can save their lives.

"Respect? What do you mean by your army? It's clearly a surprise attack!"

The chief shouted in his heart that something was wrong, but fortunately, there was still room for words to make amends: "No. It's just that we heard that the great Varyags occupied Palanga, so we came here to celebrate."

"Nonsense, you just want to sneak attack."

Fisk spoke more and more excitedly, and Rurik felt that if this guy was not present, but this guy personally carried out the task, why would there be such a thing?

In such a lip service encounter, everything would end in a very short period of time with a pile of dead bodies left on the grass, and all the enemy's still alive horses would be taken away.

war horse! Now Rurik is indeed envious of those horses.

He signaled Fisk to stay calm, and now it was his turn to speak.

Rurik's legs pinched the horse's belly lightly, and he himself was a little out of the army formation. In addition, this time he was dressed differently from other soldiers. No matter how you look at it, this is a big man.

He suddenly drew his sword, pointing at the man who stopped: "You! Are you the leader of this army? Kneel down and talk to me now, or...you all go to die!"

Ah! A young man with blond hair and beard, could this young Varyag warrior be the leader of this army of cavalry?

The helpless Yomennus had no choice but to kneel down on his knees, and now all the militiamen in the encirclement saw that the usually high-ranking chief was now humble and groveling. The Chief, has lost his nobility.

"That's right. You, a Kurlander, can still understand our Norse language." Rurik smiled slightly, and asked again: "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"Yes... lowly I am from Cretinga, and I am the leader of Cretinga."

"So it's Kretinga?" Rurik thought for a while, and he did remember that Dapkus who led the way specifically mentioned this term. Rurik especially remembered that there was a chieftain in the settlement, could it be the guy kneeling in front of him?

"You? Chief Kretinga? What's your name?"

"Joonidd, I'm really a Chief."

"It turns out that the guy the Palanga people said... is

you? ! "

Although he didn't know what else the fierce Varyag knew, Yomenus quickly agreed, and his top priority now was to lead his people to survive, so he continued to plead: "I have no malice against you great people. You see , I only brought some farmers, and I also brought some horses. The horses are a tribute to you, and we are willing to serve you."

Surprisingly slipping and kneeling so simply, Rurik withdrew his sword and felt very complicated in his heart.

He thought to himself: "This man knelt too easily. He knew that he was defeated and surrendered. He just hoped that I would not kill him. But this kind of person is obviously very cunning. If I have fewer troops and he has more, wouldn't this guy definitely attack with all his strength?" ? No, this guy can't stay..."

Rurik thought for a while, and suddenly made a bold move.

He got off the horse himself and boldly walked towards the kneeling man until he approached the middle-aged man.

Rurik looked down at this person, made himself look up, and solemnly said: "Standing in front of you is the great King Ross, the ruler of the northern world, the ruler of the eastern world, and also the leader of Latvia, Selon, and Austria. Conqueror of Kestet, Semigalia, and now Courland. Remember my name, I am Rurik iddot; Ottoson, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is the king of Ross , the number one warrior who has been blessed by the northern gods. It is a humble honor for you to meet this king."

"Nice to meet...Fortunate to meet..." This self-declaration like a dish name was beyond comprehension for a while, and he responded awkwardly to hide his timidity.

"Stand up." Rurik said again.

"..."

"What? Suddenly I couldn't understand North again.

spoken? "

So Yomenus finally stood up tremblingly. He was already much shorter than Rurik, and his bowed back made him even more stooped. His comfortable and slow face continued to hide his fear with a smile.

Suddenly, Rurik drew out the dagger at his waist, and when the opponent was unprepared, the steel blade ignored the inferior chain mail of this person and stabbed it forcefully...

Blood splashed onto the blue-and-white cloth robe, and after several consecutive stabs, Rurik kicked it away, then vigorously shook off the blood on the dagger, and watched the man who was vomiting blood die slowly...

Jomennus died in peace, and he never thought about it. In fact, it was meaningless whether he was fighting or making peace, because when this man chose to organize the army to attack early in the morning, he had already ruined his retreat. Since you are a soldier, you should have the consciousness to be killed, and now the humble Qihe deserves to die even more.