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The entire Polotsk community has a small population. After experiencing the war, some people died in battle and some fled. The number of people who remained in their hometown and could be directly ruled by the Kingdom of Ross was less than half of what it was in its heyday.

The death of a large number of young men and women made the community seriously lack of stamina, which is why businessmen from the Gulf of Riga finally passed through the Polotsk people's activity range without any scruples.

Not only because of the so-called peace treaty, but also because the locals no longer have enough manpower and material resources to rebuild the old way.

The largest village occupied by Carlota has the largest population of the entire community, even if it lost a lot of population during the war.

Now there are more than 5,000 people living in the entire village alliance that exists in name only, and the largest village still has nearly 2,000 people.

A village of 2,000 people cannot be considered small. Almost all the villagers were forced to gather at the threshing ground. Carlotta, who was riding a horse, stood on a high place, and he could basically figure out the population of the village through visual estimation.

She glanced at it seriously, but didn't say a word for the time being.

There was invisible pressure in this silence, and pairs of eyes looked at her cautiously, not knowing what this noble lady was planning to do.

"Strange." She finally asked Fisk beside her: "All the people in the whole village are here? I see that they have more private houses. Isn't it possible that a small family can own many houses?"

"Maybe it's because a lot of people died last year. You see, there's a serious lack of young faces here."

Fisk's words suddenly reminded Carlotta, and he squinted his eyes again. The villagers who were indeed present were either old or young, and even the proportion of women was higher.

She asked again: "Could it be that last year's battle to defend Vitebsk... our army did kill many of them?"

"Not many were killed on the battlefield, but a large number of enemies fled to the forest and disappeared, and tried to swim and drown in the water. This is the end result... They should have no capital to resist. However, you still can't take it lightly." Fisk suggested.

She nodded one last time.

After the sound of the solemn horn, the entire assembly site was already very quiet, enough for Carlotta to take a good look.

She finally settled down, raised her chin, and spoke loudly in a sharper voice in Slavic, which the locals must be able to understand.

"I am the wife of King Ross, the Duke of Ostara! I am your new master! I tell you clearly, the leader Lambart elected last year! This person is greedy for Ross's wine and fat, and lives comfortably in the city of Ross. Finally died suddenly because of excessive enjoyment! Listen! Lambat is dead!"

In fact, when Ross's army arrived in the village and the leader Lambat didn't exist at all, the villagers quickly chewed their tongues and thought that the unrighteous guy might have died suddenly.

Now I finally heard the clear statement of the conqueror, which really caused a huge shock among the people.

The horn players on standby immediately blew their horns, suppressing the sudden noise with a melodious and alert sound.

Carlota continued to open her arms, and then held up the blue sky and the sun: "Obviously! The northern gods don't like this Lambart. He is a greedy person, because he was allowed to drink wine by the great King Ross, and finally because of excessive enjoyment And died. This shows that he is not a good person."

Describing the previous ruler as a bad person and labeling himself as a qualified leader, Carlota boasted that this set of rhetoric could deceive the goodwill of the locals. Of course, real goodwill does not come from talking and telling stories. It is necessary to make these defeated guys feel that they will not be humiliated in the future, and have clear expectations, and these are future promises.

To her surprise, she seemed to hear some curses.

It seems that it was not the Ross army who invaded over the weekend, but scolded that Lambart for being unjust.

On the whole, the people did not show any excitement, as if that Lambert was not the leader. This verified that the old man Olaf's information from the villagers as the original messenger was truethe position of the leader of the village alliance should be a big vacancy.

"Lambat is indeed unworthy to be your leader!" She continued to shout in a shrill voice, "Because we are your rulers! Surrender to Ross! Surrender to me!"

She has to put extra emphasis on some matters.

"From now on, all Polotsk villages belong to the Principality of Ostara. Don't worry about your future, you are free farmers under my rule. You will never be slaves, but my slaves. People. You will continue to enjoy a peaceful life. When others attack you, it is rude to me. These cavalry... will protect your safety!"

How to sustain a long narrative so that many people can understand it? Besides, although the Ilmen Slavic dialect is quite close to the Polotsk dialect, there are differences in pronunciation after all. An out-and-out Yinlmen can't speak clearly to this group of farmers, let alone a Swedish woman who only learned Slavic...

Carlota resolutely remembered Rurik's lecturing methodrepeating the most critical content in extremely short sentences in the form of slogans.

"You are not slaves! You are peasants of Ostara! I am your leader!"

The defeated Polotsk people urgently need to understand what their status is in the eyes of the conqueror.

Based on what this female nobleman said, she actually regarded everyone as her clan? Planning to absorb it into the so-called Principality of Ostara?

The vast majority of people don't understand the relationship between the Principality of Ostara and the Kingdom of Ross at all, and perhaps there is no need to separate it.

At least they realize that they are not recognized as "slaves". If so, can everyone really return to their old lives?

Everyone needs a new leader, and it is self-evident who the new leader is.

At this critical moment, Carlotta deliberately picked up his son Karl, made the seven-year-old boy stand directly on the saddle, and carefully supported his legs.

The somewhat ignorant Karl suddenly put away his arrogance, maybe it was because he saw too many eyes staring at him, and the first wonderful feeling was surprising.

Carlotta continued to preach: "You all see clearly! This is my son! It is the son of King Rurik of Ross! He is the next generation Duke of Ostara and your ruler. Now, all of you! Lotsk's new master...kneel down!"

She repeated the concept of "kneeling to prove surrender" over and over again, and it turned out to be more smooth than she thought.

I thought it was necessary to beat the legs of these farmers with wooden sticks to force these people to kneel down.

Unexpectedly, as some people began to mechanically kneel down, or even sit on the ground, more and more people followed suit. When everyone else knelt down, wouldn't those who stood still declare their disobedience?

The little girl Solkina who was squeezed by the crowd suddenly became a different kind.

When her grandmother, who is only partially related, knelt on the ground, everyone around her knelt down.

The inexplicable little girl only felt that her breathing suddenly became smoother, and she kept taking deep breaths, completely ignoring the staring eyes of the cavalry around her.

In fact, there were quite a few people who did not kneel. After the cavalry was ordered to represent Carlota and reprimanded them a few times, they all knelt down.

Only one child is still standing there stupidly...

Carlotta couldn't think of it at all, could it be that the only person who dared to resist her was a child? It's incredible.

"Child!" She yelled violently, "Kneel down! Submit to me!"

The soldiers present were all amazed by the sight in front of them. Who on earth deserved to be personally reprimanded by the Duke?

Even so, the little girl didn't seem to be intimidated at all, she turned her head slightly to look for the voice of the voice, and saw the face of the noblewoman on horseback clearly.

The clansmen standing beside her were all talking about the little girl's stupidity, and even the old grandmother beside her was pulling her leg hard. Finally, the old grandmother simply knocked on the child's knee, and the little girl knelt down due to leg spasm.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Whether it's out of stupidity, bewilderment, or genuine disdain for the ruler.

The soldiers sent by Carlotta rushed into the crowd angrily, dragged the child out of the crowd roughly, and finally threw the child to the ground in a rather rough way.

"My lord! If this person refuses to accept it, he shall be executed."

Carlotta leaned over and glanced at the trembling child with tears in his eyes. He had to take off the coarse cloth turban that wrapped the child's head to see clearly that it was a girl.

The girl is indeed not very old, and now she is curled up like a frightened lamb, subconsciously covering her head with her dirty little hands, and finally the soldier broke her head and grabbed her braid tightly, forcing her to show her terrified and mourning face Give yourself a monarch.

"Let her go, soldier! This kind of child has no guts to refuse."

"As ordered."

Only then did the soldier let go, and the girl curled up again.

Seeing the girl's pitiful appearance, Carlotta's eyes trembled inadvertently, the dead memory suddenly revived, and the bad past that had been sealed up suddenly reappeared.

"It's so similar." She murmured.

"What does it look like?" Fisk, who was silent here, suddenly asked.

"Like my sister Ella... Ella from more than ten years ago. At that time, I was still protecting her. But this girl, her people didn't do anything... It's really pitiful."

Fisk also reluctantly bent down to take a look, feeling quite absurd, and asked twice: "It looks like someone who got out of the mud, do you pity her?"

"Just remembering some past events, it doesn't matter. I need some maids, maybe this girl can."

She immediately gave new instructions to the soldiers, and the terrified girl was forcibly taken away in greater panic. It was precisely because she was too frightened that the girl's legs couldn't move, and she was taken away like a poultry being picked up .

What kind of fate will the girl have? After all, she is also the granddaughter of the old leader, even if the old leader who committed suicide is now called a "traitor".

The public must be noisy because of the girl's problem.

Carlota simply gave them an explanation: "I will choose some young women among you! People of Polotsk, you have seen it. My soldiers are young and promising, but almost none of them are married. Marry me If you become a good soldier and become a wife, the life of the poor will be better, so who will be the lucky woman?"

She added again loudly: "The girl just now will be taken in by me as a maid! There may be a noble girl among you, she may be my son's wife, who is this lucky person? Soon we will know the answer .

This opportunity is just Carlotta declaring to them that he is the real supreme ruler of Polotsk.

Preaching in the largest village and exercising benevolent government to the surrendered villagers is to set an example for all villages and eventually rule all villages.

In other words, the significance of the existence of other villages is not very great. The largest village is located at the confluence of the Polota River and the West Dvina River. It has the best water resources and can enjoy the irrigation effect of the river's infiltration. Therefore, The dwellings here are the densest and can support the most people in peacetime.

Life seemed to be exactly as the Duchess had claimed, for all submitted, and the Conqueror promptly fulfilled his word.

Flags still fly in the village, but the long-unoccupied chief's mansion is still vacant.

No one regretted Lambat's death, and indeed no one applauded his death. That guy couldn't die, Polotsk had a new owner after all. Besides, the female nobleman claimed that the granddaughter of the old leader came to be a maid (for now, Carlotta doesn't know).

The Rose-Ostara cavalry still camped in a useless space outside the village and lit a large number of bonfires in vain.

As a conqueror, the collective granary of the village was immediately occupied by Carlotta. Each household has its own small granary, and half of the village's grain is put in the public granary, and the remaining half is distributed according to the relative status of each family relative to the collective.

Everyone agreed to open the big granary when the food was finally scarce, but now it was the summer famine, and the people had already started to get food from the big granary.

How to manage granary supplies? Conqueror becomes dispatcher.

The rationing system, a system that others thought was invented by Rurik himself, happened to be applied to the largest village in Polotsk. Villagers who are short of food can get extra food from the occupied granary every day, and the amount of food is determined by Carlota.

She just promised that it would be implemented the next day, but now she took a batch of grain from the granary, which immediately eliminated the food shortage situation of Ross-Ostara's army.

In the wild grassland by the river, the cavalry camped here. Villagers who have experienced a magical day return to their homes to wait for the unknown dawn.

The trees felled on the spot gradually ignited the bonfire, and under the smoky fire, a little girl sat on the ground blankly, her small body was warmed and comfortable.

She didn't know anything and dared not think about anything now. Surrounded by dismounted cavalry who were laughing and joking, they spoke in an incomprehensible language.

Amidst the unbearable smoke of burning pine branches, there was also the smell of boiled wheat, which really aroused her greed.

The girl was still wearing coarse clothes, but now she just washed her face, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com facing the dancing flames of the bonfire, she felt a little better.

Suddenly, a hand slapped her forehead, the girl trembled under the strong stimulation, and then curled up into a ball again.

"Strange. Are you a hedgehog?" The person who photographed her was none other than Karl Rurikovich.

Karl stared at the girl who was curled up covering her head, and yelled in Slavic: "My mother said, you will be my servant from now on. Let me tell you, I am the next generation Duke of Ostara, and my father is King Ross. Almost all the cavalry here are my soldiers. It is your honor to be your servant."

But, how can such a lot of little girls understand?

She slowly opened the slits between her fingers, revealing a deep blue eye, and in the dim light of the campfire, she saw the boy in extraordinary clothes, with a dagger hanging from his waist, and a proud boy.

"Still pretending to be dead?" Karl kicked her lightly a few times: "Fool, it is your honor to be my servant! Get up for me, and I will get you something to eat."

Soon, a bowl of sweet cheese stewed wheat was brought by Karl himself. After tasting it, he felt that the taste was not comfortable enough, and it would be better to add some honey.

The delicious meal was tempting in front of the girl, smelling it, she gradually got up.

And the small mouth that just opened was immediately stuffed into a wooden spoon, and a whole spoonful of thick wheat porridge was stuffed in at the same time.

Although inexplicable, the deliciousness in the stomach is real.

"Hello. Can you still understand your hands and feet? You can eat the food for you."

After that, Karl put the wooden bowl at his feet, and he sat cross-legged by himself. Looking at the girl who was about the same age as me in front of me, she was already holding a wooden bowl and holding a spoon, and she was buried in cooking...

Until now, Karl still doesn't know the name of the little girl, let alone her identity, or all of this is not urgent to Karl himself.