Seagulls wandered on the shore, and gull dung fell from the sky from time to time. These birds came for the leftovers of the Ross people. They pecked at the fish tails and other food scraps that people threw away. The noise awakened everyone.

Some unfortunate seagulls were shot down by hunters in the team, which really shocked Arik.

Those arrows can't be shot through the chain armor, because of this reason, Arik and many people are very contemptuous of the role of archers.

Unexpectedly, the skill of the bow hunters in the tribe has reached the level of shooting down flying seagulls.

The falling seagulls kept twitching on the beach and were beaten by the rising waves. The happy hunter hurried away, took back the struggling seagull, chopped off its head with an axe, and then madly plucked its feathers with a powerful palm.

However, the two dozen pieces of the largest flying feathers of seagulls are specially kept by hunters.

There is no other reason. The feathers of arrows are made of various waterfowl feathers.

The seagulls were viscerally dissected, strung with wooden sticks, and were directly grilled on the bonfire by hunters.

There are still some people, they staggered a little fish in the shallow sea with a short spear, and they can eat fresh food for breakfast before sailing, which is really a kind of enjoyment.

One of Arik's buddies handed him a grilled fish, look at the fish's hideous look and the blackened surface.

Arik didn't think much about it, grabbed a little salt from the small linen pocket tied to the belt, sprinkled it on, and gnawed unscrupulously.

In the end, he also used a fish rib as a toothpick to shave his bad breath away.

He looked at the sea again, "This is really a good place, unlike our home. Look at this area, the grass has grown wildly, and the woods have become green. The slopes of Roseburg, the trees have just sprouted."

"Yes." One of his friends sighed, "Why did the chief go to the Great Lake in the east to establish a settlement? I think it is very good."

"I also think he is right. Maybe we can build a settlement in this place, we can farm here, in short, it is better than our hometown."

It is true that Roseburg is the hometown, but it is not a sweet hometown there.

Once a large number of young people know that there is a vast world outside, they naturally desire to develop in a warmer and more comfortable place.

On the Kurland Peninsula, the climatic conditions are far better than those of Roseburg in the north.

Because of Courland, the minimum temperature in winter in this era is rarely below minus ten degrees, and the maximum temperature in winter is usually above freezing. Therefore, this area is warm enough for the survival of winter wheat. For the Viking tribes, it is a treasured land of geomantic omen.

Almost instinctively, Arik decides that this is a good place, but unfortunately, someone has already taken the lead in a good place.

Danes have already entered the inland areas to build settlements, and they have had in-depth exchanges with the Latgar people living in the Gulf. This Latgar is the so-called Latvian, and their core settlement is not elsewhere, that is, Riga. The name of this city comes from the name of the Latvian nation.

If the Russ force intends to enter the interior, the chances of them meeting Danish immigrants are actually not high.

In this era, a kingdom may not have a population of 100,000, and it is very rare for a city to have 10,000.

The entire Kurlan has a luxuriant aquatic plant and a mild climate, which is also off the beaten track.

The situation in Gotland is actually similar.

After eating, many Ross warriors pushed the boat into the sea, and then climbed onto the boat one by one.

Harrodsson, the "war leader" who also served as the navigator, had the sun as a tragedy today, and he was very confident to lead everyone toward being sailed.

The sails opened, and a gentle southerly wind was blowing in the sea.

The fleet once again lined up in an ellipsoidal formation, and the whole was in an S-shape on the ocean surface. Everyone continued to paddle their oars, heading towards the west.

Crossing the ocean is undoubtedly a dangerous operation, even the Danes are usually unwilling to do such a high-risk operation. Unless, their goal is to land in Britain to grab gold and have to cross the vast North Sea.

When attacking Britain, the Norwegians had a good geographical advantage.

The Norwegians set off from the "North Road" facing the west, followed the Arctic sea breeze, drifted for 200 nautical miles, and arrived at the Shetland Islands. They will establish permanent colonies on this island, and use this as a springboard to plunder Britain more efficiently than the Danes.

The route from the "Northern Road" to the Shetland Islands is two hundred nautical miles long. However, as long as the heading is correct, the wind direction can also be a powerful boost, and the Norwegian can reach the destination in only two days at the fastest.

The "revenge" troops of the Russ set off from Courland, and can also reach Gotland over a hundred nautical miles in more than a day.

Harrodsson didn't have a clear target for this trip. Everyone just wanted to vent their anger and revenge, and grabbed a lot of gold by the way, and then they could go home. In that case, just find a target and launch an attack, so that even if the blood feud is reported, everyone can become rich.

That's what everyone thinks, and no one makes any sense.

The army of this dragon-head warship floated on the sea for a whole day, and the people who paddled all day showed tiredness.

The sleepy light of the setting sun shone on the earth, and the front of the fleet seemed to never end.

"Damn it? Did we miss it?" Arik's mind was a little confused, he looked at the position of the sunset, and again confirmed that the fleet had not gone wrong.

When many people feel confused, only Haro Zuosen is the most calm.

Taking advantage of the last afterglow of the setting sun, a hazy shore finally appeared in front of him.

The long-awaited destination, the island of wealth has finally arrived.

"Wow! We are here!"

"Brothers, that's Gotland, let us paddle hard."

"Gold, women, all belong to us!"

Obviously it was only a vague image, and the pirates had already begun to revel, as if there were only two things on that island, a big fat sheep waiting to be shaved, and a mountain made of gold.

Arik, he is also in this carnival team.

At this moment, Harrodsson made a rare scream, and no one thought that this old guy, who might be a little uncomfortable, would actually roar.

The owners of the flagship were quiet, and the people on the surrounding ships gradually calmed down.

Harrodsson stood up on the center mast, and the person facing him said loudly, "Brothers, we are coming. Don't be excited, and get ready to kill the enemy now! We will continue paddling at night and in the middle of the night. Rest for a while. Sirius reached the correct position and we landed. Now listen to my orders to continue paddling!"

After all, the ship was still heading for Gotland, and the warriors who were troubled by boredom were completely occupied by excitement. fatigue? It seemed to disappear without a trace.

The commander is still Harrodsson, even if this person lacks the skills to boost morale, he is still recognized by young people. Because anyway, this old guy managed to take the 400th man to the coast of Gotland.

They paddle in the night, this place is brand new to everyone, even Harrodsson.

In ancient times, fishermen in the sea were not very happy to light torches at sea to fish for fish, and Gotland fell into silence after nightfall.

The 20 warships of the Ross people have successfully reached the southernmost point of the island, and they have been sailing close to the coast for a while.

Harozuosen ordered all his men to rest, but he himself was still watching everything around him with his eyes wide open.

Under the night, the sky is full of stars, and the brightest Sirius and Venus are important references for experienced hunters to distinguish the time at night. Of course the moon is also another reference.

The people of Gotland, like other Viking tribes, ate too much fish, especially the fat cod liver and seal liver. They are never deficient in vitamin A, so they can still maintain good vision in low light at night.

If there are warriors from the Gotland at this time, standing on the high ground in the south of the island and looking into the distant waters, you can see a strange shadow floating on the dim sea.

This night, the south of the island is unguarded...

"Brothers, all wake up!" Haro Zuosen suddenly roared, banging the deck with the back of his sword from time to time.

The noise caused the rested soldiers to wake up one after another. When they were sober, everyone had fully understood that the seven-day slow and proper course was for the "crazy feast" that began tonight!

"Brothers, you all know what to do. Now, let us act!"

After saying this, Haro Zossen immediately jumped to the paddling position, and then issued a long slogan: "Brothers, get your swords ready, go!"

The sails were all put away, and the flagship took the lead.

The entire fleet has reached the west coast of the island, and is almost north to the coastline.

With wide-open eyes, they searched for the weakest fire on the shore.

As long as it is a clear settlement, there must be a lot of bonfires, even if the fire is very weak, as long as the weak light appears in a large amount, then the target is correct!

The fleet floated on the sea for more than an hour, and they began to drift towards a bay.

Finally, the long-awaited land of fires finally appeared!

The target of the attack is there!

"Brothers!" Harrodsson ordered: "Now tie the linen strips you prepared to your arms. Let us go forward and meet any man, as long as he has no strips on his arm, we cut it off as an enemy. Other things, You know what to do!"

Undyed linen strips are off-white, and night attacks are the most likely to injure friendly forces. Harrodsson can only think of such a simple trick. I hope everyone will not accidentally hurt them.

Very quickly, the fleet lined up and rushed towards the dense fire.

No idiot would scream excitedly, everyone closed their mouths and rowed hard, and the boats washed up the shallows.

At this moment, all the Ross warriors noticed that they were not landing on an ordinary beach. Look not far away. There are a large number of flat-head transport ships, classic dragon-head warships, and well-built trestle bridges!

Seeing the warships of other tribes, people's fighting enthusiasm grew even stronger.

Although it is the first time Arik has participated in a real battle, he seems to have a natural understanding of how to attack at night.

He squeezed his throat and appealed to his brother: "Follow me, don't yell loudly, act fast!"

Four hundred and fifty Ross warriors launched a fierce attack with their swords and shields.

The sleeping fishermen family who almost lived on the beach immediately became the ghosts of the Ross people. And this is also the beginning of the loss of the Gotland people.

The axe of the Ross people was dripping blood. They didn't get the so-called gold from the fishermen on the beach, but they found some silver coins, copper coins, and some harpoons. As long as a fisherman should have it, the dead Gotland fisherman has it.

The disappointed Ross people used the burning brazier of the fishermen's house to torch the entire thatched house.

In a short period of time, five terrible fire spots have appeared on the beach.

However, even at this moment, the Gotland settlement that will be attacked is still not effectively detected.

Did the Gotland people become weak people who can be easily fished?

No.

This village is actually called Sikkemberg, and from its name, the settlement is inextricably linked to the Sikh sub-tribe alliance. In terms of bloodline alone, many people in this village have a clear blood relationship with the Ross tribe. They shared the same ancestors at least two hundred years ago. At that time, everyone was in the same tribal alliance.

However, the Mind Sub-Alliance determined that the Gotland people were backed by their alliance, and normal trade between them had been interrupted for decades. Only underground trade was limited.

Sikkenberg is still asleep, and many fishermen are waiting for the sun to rise on a new day, so they can drive the fishing boats to carry out offshore fishing.

The Swieken family has absolute control over the settlement. The richest clan chief, Oxon Swikken, is another bloated fat boy. The family has continued to trade with the Danes for many generations, which has made the family accumulated a considerable amount. Of wealth.

With wealth, we must find a way to guarantee wealth. The proof of wealth in this era is gold and silver. In order to protect these precious metals with high purchasing power and extremely difficult to depreciate, Oxon Siken, he spent half of his life in settling down. A stone castle was built at Diangao.

He even hired a group of warriors. All warriors don't have to work on weekdays and live on commissions from the benefactor. Their only task is to ensure the absolute safety of the benefactor and the wealth of the benefactor~www.mtlnovel.com~ With this private The guards, and the cooperation of the fishermen in the village, who can say that Sikkemberg is not a blessed place?

However, tonight's thinking Kenberg is facing the disaster of extinction.

The Ross people have been killed, even if the residents of this village did not participate in the attack on the Ross people fleet eight years ago. They suffered a **** disaster tonight because of the bold actions of the families in the north of the island.

The Ross people held their swords and axes high, they had rushed into the village, thinking of the Kemberg people unpreparedly, and was completely caught off guard.

It is very sad that many people are still asleep, strongmen armed with sharp blades broke into the door, and immediately began to hack and kill wildly.

Arik, he was eager to have a life-and-death duel upright with a powerful enemy, and then raised the enemy's head to let out a victor's roar, and was respected by the onlookers.

The reality is very different from what he thought, but the steel sword he bought on credit from the smithy really drank blood.

He had already killed ten people, and he didn't give these people a chance to fight back.

The battle was so smooth, and he himself was covered with blood.

If it wasn't a sneak attack, it was the Ross army and the prepared thinking Kemburg people fighting openly in an open field. The Ross people will suffer a big loss because of the disadvantage of the number of people.

This is because there are clearly 800 people who can fight in Schiphol, and the population of the entire settlement is close to 2,000.

The quiet and peaceful fishing village has been violently attacked by pirates. More and more thatched wooden houses have been set on fire. People are in a mess, and there are cries everywhere.

The Red-Eyed Ross people have lost their minds. They are not so much acting for the justice of revenge, but now they are simply venting violence and have begun to indiscriminately attack all people whose arms are not tied with linen.