Rise of Rurik

Denmark's Viking army enjoyed their feast. In the early morning, thousands of warriors were lying on the beach. They reveled into the night, and now the sun has come out and they are still soundly asleep.

Finally, people woke up one after another.

The first thing they did when they woke up was to throw firewood into the dying campfire, and then slaughter some cattle and sheep to eat freshly roasted meat.

Some people picked up the frozen prisoner's body and threw it directly into the sea to let it float.

The captives still alive, disheveled and in a trance, await a terrible fate.

In contrast, Ragnar was out of anger that he could not see his subordinates enjoying themselves on the captives. Because of his determination, the small group of captives controlled by his people are now guaranteed their lives.

The next few are the prisoners controlled by Oslo mercenaries. There is no language barrier in the entire region of this time and space, and the people of Oslo have promised to bring them back to be wives and start a new life. The situation for this group of captives was not bad.

As for the other tribes, it was a disaster.

The day before departure, the main job of the army on the beach is to count the spoils. Regardless of whether there are enough ships or not, each tribe participating in the battle will give some of the cattle and sheep as tribute to the leader Hafgen, and the rest will be theirs.

At such times, the small group of merchants accompanying the army conduct transactions with various troops on the spot.

Even if all the captured ships are used, it is impossible to bring back the captured cattle and sheep.

It is also impossible to eat cattle and sheep in a short time by relying on the mouth of the army.

The current situation can be described as miraculous. The number of cattle and sheep captured is far more than the number of troops.

The Gotlanders' proposal was to buy cattle and sheep for money and drive them to the Gotaland Heights in the south. After all, the various families of the Gotlanders who participated in the war included many family members who acted as herdsmen in the Gotaland Heights.

Some cattle and sheep were quickly traded, while many were skinned. As for beef and mutton, it is roasted on a large scale as a ration for a period of time in the future. Their logic is that they spend money to buy leather, and the money is made by treacherous leather merchants. Get the opportunity to peel and act immediately, quickly air-drying and tanning, making leather jackets to keep out the cold, and beef and mutton are also rare good food.

In this way, Blow Bay began to turn blood red on a large scale, and the air was also filled with the smell of fishy, ​​burnt, and even barbecued fat.

In fact, Ragnar hoped to bring back the batch of cattle and sheep that his own people seized, but it would be enough to bring back twenty sheep.

After this battle, ten of his subordinates died and more than 30 were injured. After calming down, Ragnar felt that if the so-called defenseless Ostara tribe really made them fully prepared for the war, he would suffer a great loss.

Even so, he never forgot the idea of ​​going north to expand the victory, but because of the status quo, it was impossible for him to challenge with more than 100 people.

There were some more vacant places for the ships, and it was quite appropriate to accommodate the captured woman and the small group of sheep that had been captured.

Ragnar also began to do the same thing as his allies, slaughtering the beef and leaving the hide. Luxury is luxury, and he was relieved a lot when he saw the happy faces of his subordinates.

Even the captured women began to eat beef that belonged to their own tribe.

Her husband and father are dead, and she should have been martyred, but this body is controlled by the Danes. At least this small group of Danes seems to be milder than the madman over there. The women's mood eased a little.

Ragnar did gather the captives he controlled, promising them each would become a member of the "Stonewall" tribe and start a new life.

Are there better options?

If you don't want to commit suicide, you can only live as a Dane.

Ragnar, however, seems to have forgotten about Hafgen's horrific resolve.

After another night of revelry, the sun got angry again, and another group of dead captives was thrown into the sea. Hafgen did not restrain his immediate subordinates, let alone the brutal revenge that the Gotlanders spontaneously carried out.

In the end, the Ostara tribe needs to be wiped from the ground, and there should be only a layer of coke and the corpses of the enemy. He felt that his decision fully explained the power of the Danish leader.

So, there is one more thing to settle before heading out.

Early in the morning, Hafgen's emissaries approached Ragnar's camp and announced the decision of the leader.

"What? Put them to death? Why?" Ragnar was taken aback. "I've declared them my people."

The messenger couldn't listen to Ragnar's words at all, and ordered: "This is the order of the leader of the alliance! Do you want to disobey?! Now hand over all the prisoners."

"But!"

"Please execute your order immediately. We don't want to wait long."

A mere messenger, right here? Ragnar wasn't frightened.

He raised his chest and shouted: "Then let the leader come in person! Anyway... I don't have a few prisoners in my hands anyway."

"Okay! I remember what you said, wait for the wrath of the alliance leader's thunder!" After that, the messenger withdrew for the time being.

Ragnar learned that the leader of the alliance even spared a group of women. Is this kind of thing done by men? Simply a lunatic.

However, in the current situation, I really want to protect those captives, that is, why are I facing the leader of the alliance. Of course do it! It's just that you need to steal it.

Ragnar quickly gathered the thirty captives under his control, picked out five obviously older ones, and set them aside.

The remaining twenty-five people...

Ragnar saw that many women basically had special wounds and bloodstains on their arms. This is just a trick of engraving on the slaves played by his subordinates. If there is time, it is tattooing. With these marks, he felt that things became easier.

"Brothers, you all have new slaves. Now follow my orders and shave their hair."

Immediately, the crowd was in an uproar.

Ragnar gritted his teeth: "Don't you hear? Shave their hair."

A strong man couldn't stand it any longer, he stepped forward and asked, "Sir, what's the matter? Even if it's a slave, it's a woman, and shaving her hair would kill her. I want to bring the woman back to be the first place. two wives."

"You!" Ragnar, who was furious, grabbed his subordinate's neck with one hand, and said viciously, "You think I don't understand? Now that Hafgen wants to kill all the prisoners, that guy doesn't want to live. Listen, The only thing that will save your second wife's life now is to shave her hair clean. Then, put her in a man's clothes and a man's helmet. They're mixed in with us, and Hafgen won't count us by himself how many people."

With Ragnar telling his men the truth, the skeptical warriors immediately set about dealing with their women.

Due to the urgency of the situation, the methods of this group of strong men were rather rude.

The strong man just now, he grabbed his woman and dragged him aside, grabbed her neck with one hand and pinched her face, and held a dagger in his right hand to directly stick to her scalp.

The woman was screaming desperately, and her legs kept kicking.

"Shut up! If you don't shut up, I'll cut your throat now!"

Being so frightened, the woman immediately quieted down. She closed her eyes and the tears couldn't stop flowing. And her long golden hair was cut off one after another, leaving only a cyan scalp in the end.

It can be said that even this strong man has never seen the appearance of a woman's scalp.

Just as the women were crying heartbreakingly, they became bald one by one, and many of them suffered scalp injuries. Compared with the bleeding wound, their hearts are also bleeding.

On the battlefield, it is very reasonable to take the enemy's helmet, mail, axe, and all other weapons as the seized goods. Ragnar's men only got a few cattle and sheep, but they collected a lot of weapons and armor.

Now these armours have unexpected uses.

Those poor, soulless women, they put on men's leather armor, and then bound their waists by belts, and finally hung an axe on the belt. They also wear bronze helmets that cover half of their faces. In order to be realistic, all the women were forced to dry their tears, and a layer of carbon was applied to their faces.

Losing all their hair, helmets covering most of their faces, leather armor and men's tunics, all of the above completely obscured their feminine features.

In a critical moment, Ragnar can only sacrifice a part and save most of it. He felt that what he had done was flawless.

After a while, as the messenger said, Hafgen really came in person.

Hafgen today is in chain mail, over his beloved ferret coat. His helmet is also hung with a gold ring to show nobility. ,

He came arrogantly, just to invite a teacher to ask for guilt.

Seeing that more than 30 people came at once, Ragnar winked at his subordinates and pulled the five selected old women over.

Hafgen raised his chin high, looking at people with his nostrils arrogantly: "The messenger told me that you refused to hand over all the prisoners."

"No such thing." Ragna responded with a face, followed by a snap of his fingers, and five old women who also had a blank face were pushed over by his subordinates. "As you can see, we are very sorry to have captured this prisoner."

"What? That's all?!"

Five wrinkled old guys, Hafgen instinctively felt that Ragnar was lying.

"Yes, that's all."

"That's not right!"

"Oh, you can come and see my camp. You see, my people are all here, and if there are other women in it, how can they escape your eyes."

Hafgen took a few glances, and looked around at only some people dressed as warriors, and each guy was full of marks of fighting. He felt that these guys were not castrated monks, and catching a young woman would be as crazy as a bull in April. Ragnar shouldn't lie about this.

Seeing that the situation was good, Ragnar deliberately complained: "Compared to other tribes, we have captured the least."

"Really?" Hafgen looked Ragnar in the eyes: "Ragnar, son of Sigurd, you have received real honor, and the gods have seen it! The gods are fair, so you only catch Take these five old women." After that, he ordered his subordinates: "Take these five people away."

Let's look at the five old women, they were sullen, and they didn't resist at all when they were taken away.

Because everything is negotiated.

Compared to other Danes, it seems that this group of Danes is different. In order to protect the remaining twenty-five clansmen, the five old women decided to sacrifice themselves. Even if the Ostara tribe is destroyed, there are still a small number of women who will survive, so what else can I expect.

In the end, Hafgen said: "Soon, all the prisoners will be executed. You also prepare, we are about to return."

Many tribes did not have the quick wit of Ragnar, and those commanders did not dare to rashly disobey the command of the leader. They handed over the prisoners they controlled, and the prisoners were forced to gather at the seaside. They basically knew the fate of death and fell into complete despair.

Hafgen also ordered the Gotlanders to hand over all the prisoners. Although it was a pity, since the leader of the alliance had spoken, everyone could only do so.

There is only one group of people, and they are steadfast in their refusal.

That's Oslo's mercenaries.

This group of Norwegians came up with the agreement before sending troops, so-called as long as the spoils of the Oslo people do not need to be turned over.

Thinking that he had indeed made such an open promise, and thinking that the future trade with the Norwegians would require these Oslo people to match up, Hafgen only let go of the slaves caught by the Oslo people.

Next, it was just a brutal trick by a savage guy, and Ragnar had no intention of observing and supervising the execution scene.

Because he is not ashamed of what the leader Hafgen is doing.

They have wiped out other people's tribes, yet they have to completely wipe out the surviving captives? ! Everyone lives in this sea area, do things have to be so absolute?

In fact, Hafgen didn't want to watch the execution himself, he gave orders to his subordinates, and then stayed in his tent.

There were screams from outside the account. Those poor people, the survivors of Ostara, were all beheaded by the Danish army.

Unlike the Ostara warriors who were cremated, the Danish army threw the bodies of the executed people directly into the sea, and the sea water had already been dyed red by the blood of cattle and sheep.

The whole world becomes scarlet, everything is so magical.

Even the Danish soldiers and Gotland soldiers who were watching the execution felt in their hearts that the alliance leader had made a wrong decision.

Many people began to silently give the leader Hafgen another nickname of "Woman Killer".

It's really not a good nickname.

"Sir, things are done." A subordinate broke into Hafgen's tent.

"Done? Good! Time to go back. Let's go."

As soon as Hafgen got out of the tent, he was startled by the sight in front of him. I saw that the executed prisoners were all thrown into the sea, and some had begun to float.

In this situation, he couldn't help but start to wonder, maybe he has done too much?

At this moment, the sun was hanging high again, and he subconsciously opened his eyes to the sun, and suddenly shouted: "Hey! Valhalla gods, you have all seen it! It's not my cruelty. It was they who destroyed Thinkenburg first, It's their fault! That's why I completely destroyed Ostara today."

He was in a much better mood after roaring.

Ragnar, like the other tribes, started the final preparations before the army left. A large number of seized supplies were thrown at the head, and the grief of the captured women disguised as warriors was concealed by their helmets.

They were ordered to sit on the boat, and after setting sail, they were also asked to take part in paddling.

Ragnar did place twenty sheep on the boat, and he also sent for an emergency cut of grass, which was the sheep's food adrift at sea. The rest of the people wait, the meals during the voyage are a lot of roast beef prepared in advance.

The huge coalition forces killed more than 1,000 cattle and 500 sheep in a short period of time. Almost all the rest of the captured cattle and sheep fell into the hands of the Gotlanders.

The coalition also paid the price of more than 100 deaths. The vast majority of the dead were Gotlanders, and it was they who captured the most in the war.

The Gotlanders are very satisfied with the gains after the battle, but this place must be dangerous and evil, and the ghosts of those captives who were deliberately executed by the allies will surely mourn forever. Some Gotlanders began to drive cattle and sheep to the south, looking for their relatives to the south. More people took the lead in returning with fresh cowhide and sheepskin.

This is followed by the Oslo mercenaries.

It can be said that the Danish coalition forces organized a mighty and orderly fleet when they came, and they really went their separate ways when they withdrew.

Ragnar saw that the sea had turned red, and he could dye the world like this, which is what Hafgen could do.

The ship was pushed back to sea, and at Ragnar's order, a small fleet began to withdraw.

"Damn, we seem to be rowing in the underworld."

"No! We are not dead, this is not the underworld."

"But the sea water is red. Can you see such scenes elsewhere?"

The people on the flagship were chatting with each other, they had never seen that blood water could actually infiltrate the main sea area.

More terrifying things are yet to come!

The oars dialed some suspicious floating objects, and a closer look turned out to be a headless body, specifically a woman's body. In an instant, everyone understood what was going on.

Especially those women who disguised themselves as men, they knew that it was their own people who were floating, and couldn't help crying.

It was only then that they realized that it was better to have their hair cut off than to have their heads chopped off by another group of people floating at sea.

The fire in the hometown of Ostara has been extinguished, and only the charred remains of the lively fishing village and Yinhong's bay remain. It was all over and Ostara became a terrifying underworld.

They rowed hard in pain, disrupting the rhythm of the boat they were on. They just want to get out of here quickly and never come back.

The Danish army's raid lasted only three days, plus the time they spent at sea, and nearly two weeks had passed when Ragnar returned to his hometown. The Danish army led by Hafgen brought too many spoils and returned to their home port one day later than Ragnar.

Ragnar returned to his tribe's port on the twenty-fifth of May in the Julian calendar. He didn't care to wash his face or say hello to his newly pregnant wife when he went ashore, so he went straight to the chief's longhouse to find his father, and couldn't wait to explain the terrible experience.

Ring Sigurd was also shocked.

"A woman killer? I can't believe that, Hafgen the Lion, this is the case."

"Dad, that man doesn't deserve the title of a lion. He's not a great warrior, but a despicable woman killer." Ragnar emphasized angrily.

"how about you?"

"Me? I beheaded the leader of the Ostarans and captured the leader's sword." He gestured to his men to hand over a broken and bent sword with a gem hilt.

This thing, Sigurd knew at a glance that its owner had a noble identity and a bloody battle. "Oh, it seems that you killed another noble warrior, you are the hero."

Ragnar continued: "The chief begged me to spare his two granddaughters before he died."

"You did?" Sigurd asked hastily.

"I let them go. Whether the two children survive or not depends on the will of God. I also rescued twenty-five prisoners, and I am against Hafgen's decision. The Ostarans are brave, but they Before I was ready, I was overwhelmed by the army of the Alliance. I took my brothers to fight the most sinister reliance, the woman killer Hafgen, who landed when the battle was basically over, and he thought the glory of victory belonged to him. I have protected twenty-five young women who will join us. I think they will give birth to some brave men for us."

"You did a good job." Sigurd sighed, filled with relief. He patted his son on the shoulder: "Now I'm going to go out and see how many good things you brought me back.