Those village names tremblingly watched the cavalry approaching, and they shuddered subconsciously, not knowing what to do for a while.

Carl, who arrived first, glanced dismissively. "What an ignorant person, this is the first time I saw cavalry? I came to rule here, and my men are all these cowards? Really born to be slaves."

Carl certainly hopes that the villagers in his fief are more reliable. They are too weak. Even if they can be improved through some training, it cannot be changed in a few years.

He and the warriors who came first gathered to beat their shields and cheered, and ordered the villagers: "All shout! Shake your arms and cheer King Russ!"

Soon, the cavalry arrived in this humble village.

Karl personally led the horse for the king, and Rurik looked at the assembled people, and clearly saw the dark-haired "dwarfs".

"Sure enough? The so-called Savoks are also Finns."

"Yes. Your Majesty, they are willing to surrender."

"Very good." Rurik nodded. "Where's the local arrival person? I want to talk to him."

"Please wait."

After a while, the old man walked over with a wooden pole in one hand and a flag in the other. He was very afraid of cavalry, and he felt that he was an existence even more terrifying than forest beasts. And the Russ easily tamed the beast, and it really is a ferocious existence.

Rurik and the old man looked at each other: "It looks like you are the old leader of the village?"

The words were spoken in Finnish, which the old man understood and felt very cordial.

"Great man! We are willing to surrender, we are willing to do anything for you."

"Anything? It looks like the people I sent have agreed with you. Very well, surrender to me and do anything for me. As long as you are sincere, you will get better and better life, and if you rebel, you will die. "Old man, we can have a good chat."

That's all, Rurik jumped off his horse and ordered the cavalry behind him to come down together. Even some young fighters as young as twelve years old, they are mostly Rosslav mixed blood, live a good life, and their height and size are prematurely close to their fathers.

The previous generation did not eat well and their physical development was greatly curbed. Now there is nothing to curb the next generation. The boys' lips were getting golden fluff, and some people's chins were starting to get fluffy. Their bodies are still growing rapidly, and people are starting to grow beards.

So they dismounted, and they were all the same height as these grown-up Savok villagers. Rurik and the veterans of the cavalry were a group of giants.

Rurik coughed twice to wake up the stunned old man: "I am the King of Rus, the greatest ruler. Originally, you people who are as low as mud have no right to talk to me, but I am very happy for your surrender. I The army will camp outside the village, and it will not interfere with your life. Let your people gather, and I want to see your faces."

The old man was trembling, and so were his clansmen.

The strength of the Ross army is much larger than that of the entire village, and the weapons, equipment and military literacy are crushed.

The gathered people gathered together to accumulate panic, and Rurik took the army to observe them and made the most practical assessmenta group of weak people.

Just as Rurik promised, after the cavalry showed off their power, they really set up camp in a lush meadow outside the village.

Rurik ordered all the respected people in the village to gather, right by the bonfire, and chat with them in person with his trusted warriors.

The villagers swear that the surrounding area is indeed unpopular, only the wild beasts are very terrifying.

The villagers claimed that they all escaped from the slavery of the Karelian people and fled all the way here.

The villagers only hope that a stable life can continue, and they have no competition with the world.

"However, it is foolish for you to think that you will be isolated from the world by escaping to the forest." Rurik ruthlessly denied their extravagant hopes and said bluntly: "Your village no longer belongs to you, it will be renamed Reidska, It is the core of the Earl of Reeds. You all have the ability to protect your masters, and the river in front of you will become more frequent with ships..." Rurik asked these villagers to accept a new era, but he said a lot, the villagers still half-understood.

"Forget it, you will have enough time to understand." He finally said.

It can be said that the only thing that makes these Savoks happy is the collapse of Karelia, because even if these villagers leave their homeland, they still have a basic knowledge of the past. They live in isolation and still know the tribes that speak the same language as Suomi, Kewen, Tawast, Vips and Rudy.

King Rus claimed that all Finnish-speaking tribes would submit to Rus and live in peace, and the Savok people could not believe it. After all, this King of Ross speaks a language that everyone can understand, and a blond giant understands everyone's language, so it must be God's arrangement to surrender to him.

However, the Russ army will not stay in the village too much. Even if Carl becomes a local earl, it will take some time before he is actually stationed here. At least he needs to clean up his family in New Roseburg before moving here.

To be honest, Carl didn't like this humble village at all. The villagers were like groundhogs living in burrows. The living environment and the well-known New Roseburg were completely two worlds.

The village needs to be renovated and become a port town for business travelers. Carl estimates that he will be able to make money by charging service fees in the future. First, he must make future businessmen feel that this settlement is worth stopping by.

In the end, it was his own fief, and the weak family of old Ross turned over. Carl intends to sell his assets in the capital, buy a batch of materials, and develop the village himself. For this he proposed to borrow some money from the king, and let him promise it.

Now, Carl has declared his existence in the village, and he has taken out all his hand axes and knives as gifts. Rurik also took out a huge gift, a big marching iron pot.

The conquerors commended the villagers for their obedience with great sincerity, but they were unable to guide the army.

Rurik rested here for two days and took the opportunity to investigate the lake scenery and hydrological data here. He noticed that the village was at the beginning of the intersection of two lakes, which were large but had natural crossings large enough for horses to swim across.

The main channel of the Reed River is easy to judge, after all, there is only one channel that empties into the sea. Now, the amphibious army has temporarily left the Savok village, and they have not plundered and even left behind some iron tools.

Many villagers are very happy that the village has good things, and they are excited and confused about the future.

Then in macro-geography, the Reed River (Luga River) waterway is progressing towards the huge Lake Chude, but a huge turn makes the waterway bend 90 and then go straight to the Gulf of Finland.

The river flows very slowly in a slightly lower area, and the speed at which the current pushes the floating ship is hopeless, but as long as the sail is lowered, the ship can be speeded by the south wind.

The longship had to keep a constant speed with the cavalry, and Rurik had no intention of being in a hurry for the time being, and ordered Ella to sketch the environment with clean paper, and then write down what he saw and made a memo.

Nothing could be more peaceful, and they were still camping by the riverside, enjoying the warm, rainless summer.

Until, small ships appeared in the waterway ahead.

Even Rurik on horseback is mainly a strange boat.

"Looks like there are still people exploring here. It's a pity they left too early." Rurik tickled to Brody.

"They seem to have spotted us, we might as well catch up and chat with them as soon as possible."

"Alright." Rurik nodded, "I was about to ask about their discovery."

Then some cavalrymen were ordered to face the long ships that were drifting with the army.

Carl and Brand each lead a boat, the boat lays down the oars and the jibs are raised.

Carl held the oars in both hands and roared calmly: "Russians, intercept them! Look at the strength of your bastards."

As an old Russman, Carl can inspire young people in this capacity, but in their opinion, what the old guy said was contempt for everyone, so the ship pushed forward in the waterway, and the splashes were all over him.

Until now, they still believed that the boat in front was also a Russ, and they also noticed that the other party did not find any pursuers behind.

Then it was too late when the boat found the pursuers.

That is a simple boat, which is only a little higher than a canoe. It is a very simple fishing boat. For families with some financial resources of the Rus, they can order long boats when they save enough money.

The boat doesn't even have a mast, how can it get past the follow-up pursuers?

Carl watched the development nervously, and couldn't help but muttered in surprise: "It's weird, what are they running for when the flags are lit up?"

Someone reminded: "It's okay to not be our people at all."

"Impossible! This area is all ours."

Suddenly a clear voice shouted: "Maybe it is Mrs. Psko. The king said that those guys are in the west."

Carl still didn't care: "Young man, don't know a new word to know a lot. We rowed the boat with all our strength and caught them before they landed and escaped."

The two boats seemed to be participating in a dragon boat race, and even the sails became a burden.

The long ship soared past eleven knots, and the high speed was not maintained for a long time, and the soldiers were chasing after burning their stamina.

Finally, just as the small boat was about to dock, the long boat went straight across to complete the interception.

The two sides looked at each other, and the five men on the boat turned pale in shock, but all of them had pure golden hair, fair faces, and sky blue child holes.

"It's weird, they're all from Rus, what are you running for?" Karl asked with a gruff air.

"..." They were silent.

"Hey, talk!"

But they saw that the five people held back for a while, and finally someone spoke: "We are not Russ. We are... Danes."

"Huh?" Carl scratched his face, "I actually met the Danes here? Now that Denmark and Ross are allies, what's the matter with you? It seems that our flag doesn't need to escape. We don't attack allies."

The five still looked at each other.

Carl finally became impatient: "Don't linger, tell your identities. Otherwise, I'll tie you up."

So intimidating finally someone said the best information.

"We surrendered. We are all from Pskov, and the chief sent us to look north, planning to contact you Rus."

"Ah?!" Carl showed an expression of disbelief, and Xu turned into a smile again, "We plan to find you too. Haha, what a miracle."

"How? You are from Rus, so you won't hurt us, will you?"

Carl shrugged, "That won't happen, talk about your purpose."

"If we can, we would like to meet the ruler of Rus. We really have no ill will, we are just messengers."

Sometimes encounters are very magical, but such encounters are only a matter of time for the now huge and prestigious Rus Kingdom.

It is impossible for Karl not to be on guard against them. Hearing that Pskov is another group of Slavs, there seems to be a group of Danes there?

Don't care too much, it's better to unarm them first, without tying their hands and feet. They tied their boat with ropes, and took the five men to the long boat to go to the other side of the river, the king.

The five were trembling, and the boat had not yet landed. They couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the cavalry on the shore.

The five were pushed and twisted and sent to Rurik. After all, they were also Viking warriors. When their spirits stabilized, they all stood up again, raising their proud heads and chests, revealing thick beards.

Karl hurriedly introduced: "Your Majesty, these are actually Danes from Pskov."

"Pskov?" Rurik narrowed his eyes in surprise, and hurriedly dismounted.

The five people realized what was going on, and hurriedly explained their identities in Norse, all of them claiming that they were indeed from Pskov and had come prepared.

"Don't say it for now." Rurik raised his hand to signal him to shut up, raised his chin and asked, "Do you guys know my identity?"

They looked at each other, and one of them said cautiously, "Probably the honorable war chief."

"Haha." Rurik almost laughed, "Okay, I do have this identity. If you explain your purpose, don't talk nonsense."

One person continued: "It was ordered by our boss to come to the north and have a look. Our boss is named Gol Sig Farmson and hopes to get in touch with the leader of Ross."

"Contact?" At this time, Rurik had no intention of revealing his identity. He felt that it was too coincidental, and the coincidence was suspicious.

Rurik simply concealed his identity, and asked in the tone of a war chief: "I can talk to the supreme leader of Ross, but how can I trust you? Who can guarantee that you are not assassins? Or profiteers."

"We are not villains, but we can't stand this kind of insult." Afterwards, all five of them sank.

"Do you want a duel? A duel if you don't agree?" Rurik shouted at the left and right of the people who were already mired in laughter: "It is said that this is the messenger of Pskov, really disregarding his own mission, and instead wants to fight against the Rus? "

After all, Rurik turned his face and threatened: "Then don't contact us. We Ross can lead the army to fight. I know that there is a huge lake near your settlement. Is it a problem to fight?"

Then someone hurriedly made peace to ease the tension: "Even Pskov knows about the expansion of Rus in recent years. We are Danes, but we have long since left our homeland. We still know what happened in Denmark, and now the ocean has been destroyed. Ross is occupied, if we don't contact you, it will be bad if we go to war."

Rurik pouted: "Thank you for knowing. You are smarter than your brother. What is your name?"

"Eric."

"What about the rest?"

"Bohm, Granford, Carlot, Swader. We are all Danes, but we are already masters of Pskov. The locals are our servants."

They are all generalized Nordic names, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com also has different pronunciations.

Rurik nodded: "What happened in Pskov, you have enough time to explain. Let me tell you good news, we are about to go to the capital of Rus, and I will give you a chance to meet King Rus. Now, You unload all your weapons and come with us. How? This is your chance."

Even for these five people, they feel that this chance encounter is suspiciously lucky, but unfortunately they have no strength and can only follow this group of cavalry.

A noble person with extraordinary popularity, hundreds of people behind him listen to the command of the horse, and the five people Digu, the young man who has not revealed his identity, is the general under the command of King Ross, maybe the son of King Ross.

Then just follow along, and the five brothers will not be able to explore the path after that. They just want to see what the capital of the Rus is and what the strength of Rus is in all aspects, so as to come up with a series of news reports to the ruler of Pskov Golsig Famsen, try to ensure that Pskov, this The safety and interests of a common community of Danish immigrants and Mrs. Krivich Pusko.

Because Mrs. Psko, who was in hiding, was keenly aware that a new era had come. Waiting for Ross to conquer, it is better to negotiate the conditions in advance, even if it is annexation is not a big problem, as long as you can get more benefits.