Rise of Rurik

Even if war breaks out, the true servants will stay in the holy abode. If the war affects this place, then everyone will enter heaven as a martyr.

The monastery of Esquil is located in the city of Hazelby. This unique building has long-term storage of food and drinking water, but the war in a free and ownerless city is never imagined.

Many young clerics asked if the Esquils war had spread here, and got dry answers.

"As long as we pray sincerely, the Lord will bless us."

Esquil took the priests to Mass, at least since the outbreak of the war the monastery has been peaceful.

Of course, this is not because of the kindness of Stad who brought the soldiers.

This old guy, Esquier, has a high status in Frank, but he is used to the days of asceticism. He disdains to dress up too luxuriously. The so-called heart has been dedicated to the great Lord, and the glory of the world is not important. He did have his own faults, and his devotion to the Lord was recognized, which is why he himself was not afraid of war at all.

His only worry was that the war really came to this place, and the rioting soldiers destroyed the monastery, causing a serious blow to his cause of spreading his faith in the north.

What's more heart-warming is that the other side of the war is actually the Rus!

"A new foreign force, even though you are Danes, you shouldn't touch the interests of the Rus. The war will continue, and the Rus will take revenge..." While lamenting the impermanence of the world, he also sent an order to send East Frank Lutheran. The banner of Prince Vichy hangs at the gate of the monastery, and another banner shows the status of the Earl of Hamburg.

Is it blasphemy to hang the banner of worldly power in the holy place of pure heart?

He repented to the Lord and asked the Lord to forgive his arrogance. He later had a strange dream, a person bathed in a pure white world, followed by a golden light that almost blinded his eyes, followed by a deep and incomprehensible speech.

Perhaps it was a divine revelation that, in order to save the monastery from harm, the act of flying the secular banner had been forgiven.

Is that all there is to it?

He then ordered the teachers: "Open the door, let the poor lambs avoid it, give them food and water, and lead them to conversion."

The more chaos, the more opportunities for missionaries. Eskil was not stupid enough to look for a dying lamb to rescue him when the battle was at its most intense. The war seemed to subside, and he was fully prepared.

Cries of killing all day long, will the fortresses of the Rus crumble? They have persisted for a long time and fully proved their strong strength.

This war completely disrupted Eskil's plan, and he was pessimistic that his plan to go to Russia to spread his faith had come to nothing.

The ground of the abandoned house was shaking. After a while, a wooden board was pushed up. The fat-headed and big-eared blue fox narrowed his helmet, and he got out of the dusty head.

He had to be cautious, for fear that the location would also be searched by the enemy.

Seeing no one around, he pulled the injured Vardy out, and immediately began to untie his belt, trying to throw away the useless chainmail.

"My lord. We... escaped?" Vardy has already ignored the injury, and his survival instinct is now above everything else.

"Not yet, we have to wait until it gets dark."

"Is it safe to wait until it's dark?"

"Only God knows!" Blue Fox didn't want to say more, and ordered Vardy to take off his useless clothes. It's best for the two of them to dress like poor civilians, which is the most convenient way to escape.

It is still very dangerous to stay at the exit of the tunnel, but fortunately, the complex and uninhabited shanty towns of Hazelby are very suitable for escape.

The wise man had long since taken shelter with his family, and the two of them crawled into a small empty house and curled up like mice, naturally evading the enemy's follow-up detection very smoothly.

Because, the hidden escape tunnel was discovered soon after!

The Ross mercenaries fought to the last person. When the entire army was wiped out, a piece of enemy corpses lay in front of them, and there were many groans from the wounded.

The power of the cavalry's short-range sprint impact is very strong, and a wall-mounted attack will give a heavy blow to the standing person regardless of the enemy or the enemy.

In order to attack a small temporarily remodeled fortress but paid a terrible price of hundreds of casualties, Stade recalled the battle just now with trepidation.

Horseshoes with iron horseshoes trampled the dead, and Stade, who was riding, looked down at the dead mad warriors and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "If you were my soldiers, how good would it be. Are the distant Rus people worthy of your allegiance?"

It was at this moment that the victorious bandit army rushed into all the houses in the fortress. What happened was beyond everyone's expectations. People who were eager to make a fortune saw all the empty houses. They pulled open wooden cabinets, boxes, which were either empty or rags. They began to smash the floor frantically with axe, hoping to dig into the cellar where the gold and silver were hidden.

Not to mention, it was their slashing that destroyed the plank at the entrance of the tunnel.

The ecstatic gangs jumped down one after another, thinking that this was the entrance to the cellar full of wealth.

On the other side, Stad's men are actively cleaning the battlefield.

Armored soldiers who have seen the world are very knowledgeable, and they have seen swords scattered around the corpses of the Rus. In the Franks of this era, steel swords were extremely rare, and bards would not hesitate to praise a certain steel sword as a creation of the gods.

The soldiers were picking up steel swords, and they reflected an unprecedented orange light in the setting sun.

A grinning flatterer brought a steel sword with a jeweled hilt to Stade.

The moment he took over the sword, the veteran of the battlefield realized that his old sword had become a waste from this moment.

The old sword is not unusable, but it is completely useless compared to the captured sword.

He turned his sword back to himself, and when he saw his fuzzy beard, he was startled and trembled.

"What kind of sword is this? After a fierce battle, the blade is not bent, and the surface is smooth like the surface of water. I actually saw my face?!"

While feeling emotional, he urgently ordered his subordinates: "While those idiots are searching for gold and silver, let's quickly pick up good weapons."

Armored soldiers must obey Stade's orders, and they must not plunder gold and silver without orders, and they have to hold back their desires.

Some soldiers couldn't hold it any longer and raised their heads to appeal: "Sir, is there anything more important than robbing silver coins?"

"Idiot, where are the golden mountains and silver mountains. The Ross sword you picked up, I dare say a sword is worth a hundred gold coins. Hurry up, or those gangs will compete with you."

When Stade entered the fort, he had a premonition that this place did not want to be a place to hide gold and silver, not to mention there was news that a fleet of the Rus had escaped long ago. If there is a huge amount of gold and silver, it will naturally follow the fleet. escape.

In addition to the current situation, the gangsters who rummaged through the boxes made a loud rumbling sound, and some gang soldiers came out with sad expressions and resentment. Does this look like the expression of finding gold and silver?

The gang found nothing, but found a secret escape route and saw the removed helmet and chainmail at the exit of the tunnel.

Some of his subordinates explained the situation to Gray Wolf Carl, but Carl was completely immersed in anger that he didn't even notice a single copper coin.

Night is falling, and hundreds of corpses lay down on the cramped battlefield. It has been a while since the battle ended, and some of the wounded are still alive. Will Stade rescue these gangsters? Pooh! There is no obligation and no medical treatment. In this era, it was only Eastern Rome that had an ambulance regiment, and the Frankish attitude towards the wounded on the battlefield was almost indifference. Only devout priests would pray and recite the scriptures for the seriously wounded. Whether they survive or not depends on the will of the Lord.

Far from the pile of corpses, Stad and his undefeated army camped in a house near the ruins of the previous fire. They lit a bonfire and continued to eat dry food. Haosheng rested and planned to clean up the mess tomorrow.

Before long, walking across the battlefield full of corpses, Carl the Grey Wolf walked towards Stade's camp with his devastated little brother in unquenchable anger.

The Stad army, who had taken off their armor, noticed that something was wrong, so they didn't care too much, and hurriedly took up their weapons.

The captured steel swords gleamed under the fire, and the smooth-wiped spears moved forward in unison.

This move really made Carl even more angry, the severely bald man scolded: "Stad! You are a liar! There is no gold and silver! I have so many brothers who died, and I didn't get a single copper coin, you want …”

"What are you doing?" Stade, who had changed into a suit of armor, walked out of the dark corner with his sword in hand. Seeing the grievances and anger of the gray wolf Carl and his miserable so-called army, it was impossible to give a good face.

Hestad is just disgusted by others getting mad at him.

"Compensate for our losses! You liar." Carl continued to yell.

"Liar? You didn't find any gold or silver?"

"Where is there any gold and silver, we look everywhere, except to find a tunnel, there is nothing else."

"Wait a minute!" I was going to scold this guy who didn't know how to live or die, but this person actually mentioned the tunnel? "What do you mean by authentic?"

"I dare say that there are Rus people running down the tunnel! It's a long tunnel, you...you don't know that. It's like you lied to us that they have gold and silver!" Then there was another emotional curse. .

Stad's face was gloomy. He saw that his close sergeant had taken precautions very correctly. His left hand, which was not holding a sword, couldn't help but twist his fist, and then showed his subordinates with his eyes.

For the time being, I had to ask some questions in a false way, and Stade continued to ask: "The authentic thing? I really don't know. If a Russ person escapes, I will go to search."

"Would you? For you, two hundred of our brothers died!"

"But don't you still have three hundred brothers?"

"I..." The furious Karl really wanted to raise his axe and chop off this Stade's head, he continued to curse: "Idiot! Look at the situation! At least 500 people died for all your gangs!"

"Yes. Do you want me to be responsible for these dead people? This is war, not your usual gang fight. You are weaker than the Rus and you deserve to be killed a lot. Unlike my people, who broke down the walls of the Rus in one fell swoop, I will bring The cavalry charge directly to break down their shield wall. This battle is my victory, and you, I saw you fight outside the wall with my own eyes. It is you who are fully responsible for the deaths of those people."

"You!" Gray Wolf Carl blushed, and his living subordinates were exhausted. Not finding gold and silver is already very frustrating, and now I have to stand here and be humiliated, how can I bear this tone?

At first, some people joined in the scolding, and finally turned into a wild bee dance. After all, they asked Stade to come up with money.

Let Stade take the money? What a joke. He came to Hazelby to prepare for King Horrick to take over the city. He was also very distressed by the current situation of people fleeing and business withering, because he also wanted to appease his own soldiers. Business in Hazelby will resume.

While the Rus are the source of the pain, the gangs themselves are not good birds.

Stad has already planned to use the knife, but before that, he still has to make sure: "Apart from you, what about the other gangsters? You are so brave, did they all escape?"

"They? Die or flee. I don't care about them. I brought my brothers to ask you for money. We fought for you and killed a lot of people. Although we didn't get any gold or silver, you have to pay."

"Really? You volunteered to go to war. How did you become me hiring you? Besides, you are threatening me."

The irritated gray wolf Carl must give an explanation to his younger brothers. If he admits to this scene, his position as the boss will also be lost, and he will become a bereaved dog and die alone.

His head almost burst and he pulled out his iron sword suddenly, and ordered Stade in a master attitude: "Hazelby is my territory! If you want to stay here, you must give us money..."

"Okay. I understand." Stade agreed casually with a look of understanding: "I'll get you money now, I still have some gold here, Gray Wolf Carl, you are really a greedy wolf... "

After he finished speaking, he went to the dark place. The gangsters who received the promise of money seemed to be unloading their burdens, and their bodies, which were already exhausted, became even weaker.

Shortly after Stad was completely darkened, there was a sudden neighing of warhorses, followed by a tremor of the earth. When the gangs just reacted, the cavalry rushed over.

Carl's small team was instantly knocked down like a bowling ball that was hit, and many people suffered serious internal injuries.

The centurion, who had already received a clear look in his eyes, immediately gave an order, and the armored army swarmed up and began the most tragic massacre against the exhausted bandit army.

The gray wolf Karl was completely stunned. When a spear stabbed in his chest, he still didn't know why this guy, Stade, turned his face. In his own opinion, it was called black eating black.

The cries of killing and the clashing of swords soon ended, and there was no news of those who groaned and cried for a moment.

It was not until this time that Stad reappeared, and a ball was directly kicked by the centurion. He took a closer look, and it was probably the head of the gray wolf Carl, who couldn't rest.

"This stinky brat is finally dead." He commented.

"But my lord, we do this..."

"Are you worried about other gangsters? My old friend, this is our brother's Hazelby, and we don't allow gangsters to exist in our territory. In the future, I will be Earl of Hazelby, and you follow me to make a fortune, do you still Willing to share wealth with gangsters?"

"I won't." The centurion shrugged and smiled heartily, then asked after a while, "Hazelby is so dead now, how do we explain to the king?"

"Hazelby will be prosperous, and the fleeing merchants will come back. You remember, the gang leader Grey Wolf Carl and the Ross merchant did not recognize King Horrick, they attacked us by force, and now we are all wiped out. Alas! It's this stupid The guy revealed great news, and some Russ escaped. Damn, our methods were too strong to have no prisoners, so I still don't know anything about the Rus."

The centurion shook his head: "We control all the ships, and the Russ will have no escape, and then we will find them after a search."

"That's the only way to do it. It's just that there are too many corpses, so our brothers should have no casualties."

"A few brothers suffered minor injuries that are not worth mentioning, and the others are safe."

"Very good. These fallen corpses will stink very soon. Please brothers, all the corpses of the bandits will be pulled into the sea and discarded nearby. As for the corpses of the Rus..."

"Abandoned too?" asked the centurion.

"I don't want to be punished by Odin. These Russ are very brave, they could have joined us in the fight, but they chose the wrong path. Now you have their swords, and burn their bodies to ashes, it is to the gods explain."

Everyone looked at each other, and there was no objection to that.