Rise of Rurik

Facing the vast sea, no matter how big a ship is, it will eventually become a small floating existence. This is the case with the Avrora, so that the fisherman who sees her from a distance can't judge her exact size at first, just because of her beauty. The strange jib stopped and watched.

Last year, the war crisis swept across the narrow Kalmar Strait, and all settlements here were hit by the Swedish coalition.

Many settlers lost their lives and many more fled inland.

A lot of strange news about the Svearan Alliance invaders went viral in this area, but the invaders' momentum was finally stifled at the Silver Fort.

Among the many news, the information about the invaders owning a huge ship attracted the most attention, especially the Saxons of Borgholm, who once again surrendered to the Danish power, provided more detailed information. Strangely enough, the exact news about the big ship still seems to be hiding behind the truth.

Avrora, she didn't really reveal her true body.

What does the enemy think? Rurik couldn't care less.

He clearly saw that his big ship had entered a special area, a wide waterway sandwiched between two landmasses. The land to the east is not a real continent, it is the cucumber-like slender island of Öland, and to the west is the southern main part of Scandinavia.

The big ship entered this water, and the relaxed people cheered up in Rurik's command.

A sailor stationed at the top of the mast saw the target in the distance, grabbed a cable and quickly descended to the deck in less than ten seconds. Barefooted, he broke into the captain's cabin at the bow.

"An enemy?" Rurik jumped up from the comfortable leather bed.

"My lord! It's a fishing boat, just ahead! Two fishing boats."

"Excellent." Rurik nodded and asked the Biyonni brothers who were making up their sleep. "It was a lucky morning. The target appeared as soon as we entered this sea area. Get up, let's kill them."

"Fight!" Biyonny clenched his fists and jumped up suddenly, and grabbed his sleeping brother Floki directly with his hands.

People resting in the cabin stood on the deck one after another, standing on deep standby with heavy weapons.

Taking into account the needs of combat, all long-range weapons, including the bull catapult, were placed on the deck. Due to the special structure of the Avlora, the bow deck and the stern deck are the most virtuous, and heavy weapons are placed in these two places.

The Avrora, headed against the wind, was walking along the broken line, and her sails were raised to the top. Under the blowing of the south wind, the huge jib was like a wing, and her advance was "the plane climbed quickly". But the Avlora is not such a sail! The stern sub-mast also raises the sail, which is much smaller than the main-mast sail, and normally serves as an auxiliary rudder, and is now forced to be the driving force.

The jibs on both sides were one large and one small, and the Avlora rushed towards a fishing boat ahead.

Rurik stood on the forecastle deck with squinted eyes. He held on to the railings and cables tightly, for fear that the high-speed zigzag motion of the big ship would throw him off.

The big ship entered a state of battle, she was advancing at a high speed, and every time she adjusted the direction against the wind, it was accompanied by a very low-angle turn of the big ship. The Avlora turned with a large pitch angle, as if it was drifting on the sea, and the huge water waves built up finally made the fishing boat watching the play aware of the danger-a behemoth was rushing towards itself.

The fishing boat simply dropped the towed net, and at the juncture of life and death, there was no control over how many herrings were in the net. The fishing boats set sail fast, but it was too late.

The speed of the Avrora, which once reached eight knots, and her huge size galloping at such a speed, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a terrifying road roller.

"Hold on to the cables and prepare to collide! Don't be thrown out!" As Rurik struggled to scream, his elbows went directly into the cable sleeves, fearing that he would be thrown away.

Collision happened!

Do not! This is another condescending crush.

The speed of the Avlora was much faster than that of the fishing boat that also fled against the wind. The bronze bulbous bow directly hit the keel of the fishing boat, and then the whole big boat rode on it. The huge, flat and extremely strong bottom crushed the fishing boat to pieces. .

The big ships brought death, but for those herrings that had just been caught, lingering in the rattan baskets, this time they returned to the sea with the wrecks of the fishing boats.

This was a victory without suspense. Rurik did not fire an arrow or a projectile, but used the most primitive, straightforward, and brutal collision tactics in naval battles to win again easily.

And this is just the beginning of the killings in the Kalmar Strait.

Rurik doesn't care about the exact identity of the fishermen working in this area. Anyway, they are not allies. As for whether they are enemies...

He didn't have time to chat with the fisherman he encountered, the only thing he wanted to do was to attack indiscriminately.

In the first day of entering the strait, four fishing boats were found to be crushed, and Rurik did not let off any of the found prey.

The next day, their party successfully arrived at the Borgholm fortress, which had caused the Swedish coalition to bleed heavily.

The fort is in the west and anyone can see it.

Biyongni's mind was a little flustered for a while: "Look at this fortress, it seems to be stronger than your Fort Ross. They seem to be allied with you, so the fishing boats on the sea, we..."

"Continue to attack." Rurik said decisively.

"Okay. I'm just suggesting that since you've formed an alliance, go and ask them for something now, and they should give it."

Rurik still had a sullen face, and said solemnly: "I won't land, I don't want to waste time here. What do they have to do with the dead Olekin, and what do they have to do with me? We continue to attack."

Poor Stein Saxon, the poor leader who once again surrendered to Hafgen, the lord of the Danish alliance, has run out of troops and soldiers to fight. The tribe is struggling to survive, so that fishermen working at sea are more appropriately described as fishermen. He saw the classic-looking big ship from a distance, and looked at her most distinctive feature, the Russ!

What are the Rus doing?

"Attack?! You are attacking my fishing boat! Silly women, run to the shore! Run quickly!"

Standing on the wall, Chief Stein just watched helplessly. His poor troops were completely powerless to attack. Besides, he knew the fighting power of the Ross ship. Even if he had a group of elite soldiers, rashly attacking was no different from dying.

As for the Avrora, it was simply attacking frantically under the eyes of Chief Stein.

Rurik has already ordered, and his order will not change, that is, the witnessed fishing boat must be sunk by various means before it escapes to the shore.

He didn't care who the people on the fishing boat were. All day long, he was crushed, shot with a torsion slingshot, and hit by a trebuchet, and he literally destroyed eleven fishing boats.

Rurik boasted that he should prepare for a day of sailing, but unfortunately he has not yet produced a paper, that is, these victories do need to be recorded.

One of the pine boards in the ship's cabin for repairing the ship, Rurik took one and cut it into a small wooden plaque, and then carved marks to describe how many ships were sunk on a certain day. Therefore, on this day, he carved eleven traces on the wooden sign.

On the third day of entering the strait, the Avrora reached the narrowest point, and two sandbars like gatekeepers were clearly visible.

Rurik stood at the bow of the boat as usual, and gave his brothers the command to fight: "Some of you came here with me last year, and Kalmar is in front! It is also the farthest south that our Rus army has been to. Kalmar must have been taken by Denmark again. The people are in control, we will try our best to sink the enemy ship and continue to sail south!"

The enthusiasm of the warriors, especially all the Balmers, was high in the ships and crushed any opponent, and this kind of victory made the blood swell.

The settlement of Kalmar is being rebuilt. Where can a new group of fishermen take care of whether this place was still a battlefield a year ago, and where to think about wandering ghost legends, they are the most realistic guys. Since the island of their hometown is too crowded, Then take the opportunity to grab a new living space.

The new settlers were not Danes in the narrow sense, not from Jutland and its affiliated islands, but from another small, densely populated island.

Burgundy Holm Island, or Bornholm Island. The former is the self-proclaimed name of the islanders, and the latter is a term that the Rus people have heard of.

Although the Rus had not yet reached this far south, some Melaron merchants knew about the island and had some tidbits.

It's just that the islanders of that small island have changed one after another. It is very obvious that once the island reaches the limit of its population, the islanders must go out.

Today, the population of Bornholm Island has swelled to 10,000 people, and it is impossible for the islanders to leave.

Times have completely changed.

Six hundred years ago, the "Scarlet Tribes" who migrated from Oslo near the fjords landed on Bornholm Island with simple boats and became fishermen. When the population of the islanders was too prosperous, the chiefs brought their tribes into the European continent.

The clotted blood is dark red, and in their Germanic dialect describes it as Burgundy.

Everything is in the distant past. The Burgundians who have established kingdoms on the European continent have completely forgotten their past and never thought that they were one family with the Danes in the north. The Burgundian kingdom will continue to survive under the vast Frankish kingdom of Wea, and the Danes, in conjunction with the Saxon refugees ravaged by the Frankish army, have begun year after year of looting against the Frankish kingdom.

But all of this has nothing to do with the current islanders of Bornholm.

The old Burgundians migrated to the Continent, and the islands were occupied by Danish settlers. The overpopulated islanders can hardly migrate to Europe by themselves. The land in the south is the domain of the Pomeranians. They are Slavs, who speak another language and have another way of life. The most direct The thing is, those guys have been taking the initiative to attack Schleswig in Denmark!

Some islanders from Bornholm landed in Kalmar, where they quickly built new settlements on the ruins, inspiring them to continue to fish for the seemingly inexhaustible herring in the sea.

However, they completely underestimated the intensity of the war and how long it would last.

The Baltic Sea has never been calm, and all those who go out to fish bring their own weapons. It is a well-established theorem in the seas that any unrecognized vessel is an enemy.

When the fisherman saw the rushing ship, he immediately began to avoid it, but the Avlora came prepared.

Rurik didn't even care who he was attacking, whether he was a Dane or a Bornholm Islander, the ship that appeared was the enemy ship, and it was the enemy ship that he would attack!

A tiger entered the flock, and the Avlora rammed the fishing boat with a literal crushing force...

A new day has come, and the golden light of the rising sun shines on a patch of wood debris on the sea and the terrified faces of the residents on the shore.

As many as 20 fishing boats, forced to work intensively in the narrow waterways, fishing for shallow herring desperately forage, were all sunk by the Avrora.

On the evening of yesterday, the Avlora sped away, and Rurik ran to the farther south without looking back. He only continued to carve twenty scratches on the wooden board, which was regarded as the greatest respect for the enemy.

So far, Rurik has recorded forty ships sunk. Although they are all small fishing boats, sinking them cannot be said to be a splendid military feat.

But wait! Fishing boats are the most important means of production for the local residents. The barren land has always had a mediocre wheat harvest, but the waters in this area are the Ores fishing grounds that are extremely rich in fish. famine occurs.

Rurik's desperate attack on the fishing boat was considered disgraceful by real warriors, both by Jonny and Floki.

Rurik had his own ideas.

It was another fine morning. He stood proudly at the bow of the ship and pointed his sword straight: "Look, we have left the strait after a night's voyage. The coastline has been extended to the west, and we are heading west to Silver Fort. We can use A bigger attack, to attack the Danish merchant ships directly. But! We're going to keep going south and attacking the island called Bornholm. I'm going to keep sinking the fishing boats and taking their catch to fill our stomachs !"

As usual, everyone raised their fists and shouted in response to Rurik's words.

Rurik had to admit that the mentality of the brothers was becoming crazy in the non-stop fighting, and killing and fighting became the happiest thing.

This kind of person is a kind of berserker, so crazy should be used.

The Avlora went all the way to the south, but while sailing at full speed, the big ship happened to encounter a slow merchant ship, which was touching the coastline and heading north.

A huge piece of fat rushes in front of the tiger, how could it not be eaten?

what's going on?

It turned out that a daring Danish businessman decided to go to Kalmar to expand his horizons. Of course, the businessman knew the risks there, as well as the bad luck of the ruins of the war. The desire to make a fortune had made the businessman ignore all the risks. Today, businessmen should pay the price of their own adventures with their lives.

The hull of ordinary merchant ships is much larger than that of long ships, and the disadvantage is that the speed is too slow.

The Avrora was also essentially a Cork-type merchant ship, she was larger, and some of the unique designs in it made her completely reborn.

It was still a classic collision tactic. The businessman watched as his ship was knocked out of a big hole by an unknown ship that rushed straight in. Then the ship quickly entered the water and sank into the sea with some supplies.

The ship sank so quickly? It's not much different from a boiled duck flying away.

Biyonni was really unhappy looking at the calm sea, and he complained: "Now we are doing pirates! However, we are not really pirates."

"No! We are pirates," exclaimed Rurik.

"We are not."

"how?"

Biyonny approached Rurik and patted him on the shoulder: "My little brother, did we snatch anything? We sank a merchant ship and harvested the sawdust floating on the sea."

"Okay. Well... let's move on, be gentle next time, at least get some fresh fish." Rurik muttered helplessly.

Both Rus and Balmers are willing to eat raw herring. The so-called removal of the internal organs and the head of the fish, grab the tail and send it to the mouth, sprinkle a little salt in the meantime, it is a simple delicacy.

Rurik never complained about eating sashimi, especially raw herring. The soft and glutinous fish is really delicious, but it is a pity that the Nordic seasonings are too rare.

The Avlora was a collision at all, taking out a longship unscathed. She is the god of war at sea, and immediately ran to the sea further south.

Rurik has officially entered the Ores fishing grounds, millions of tons of herring are swimming in the shallow water under the sea, he even saw the figure of the fish, and the scene of the seal chasing the fish.

Soon a large number of fishing boats appeared, and the man standing at the top of the mast pointed to the south: "Sir! Lord Rurik! Could it be the island you are talking about?!"

After some time, the people on the Avrora could see the black spot on the distant horizon, the only island in the vast sea.

It was Bornholm, and it must be the island described by the Mellaren merchants!

A brand new slaughter belonging to the Avrora, a big drama of human versus human on the Ores fishing ground suddenly staged.

One and one fishing boats were sunk, and Rurik was not at all complacent about small victories, and he did get some booty.

Fifteen fishing boats were sunk throughout the day's fighting, some catches were captured, and the people aboard the Avrora were able to happily gorge on delicious herring.

"Now, we're pirates." After that, Biyonny swallowed a fish and then burped.

"Yes! It's a pirate, I just want them to know how good I am."

Beating his chest, Biyonni suggested: "It's time to prepare, we're just wandering around their Dane Island. Is it called Bornholm Island? We'll be besieged by them in the future, they won't Let our looting go unchecked. Still beware."

Rurik nodded: "I'm very confident in big ships. You're right, there's nothing wrong with preparing. I'm going to fight in this area again, looting around the island for at least three days, and I'll go straight when I'm afraid of them. The core of the Danes and, leaving only the local folks with marine horror legends."

Biyonny nodded, then smiled and smacked his Rurik brother lightly: "You are a beautiful boy, and the most terrifying person I have ever met, but I like it. Fighting with you, I will too. Be very brave, haven't you."