After Otto left today, Rurik has recruited more than forty children.

The oldest of these children is only nine years old, and the youngest is only six years old. Although their height and weight are uneven, they are not the same. Lurik especially noticed that everyone's most

The big things in common are quite thin.

Most of them may grow up to become sturdy men. At least for now, they can't see that they have such potential.

After all, they are their own people of the same age, and Rurik estimates that because he is the son of the leader, he eats and drinks better on weekdays. Besides, he is quite thin, and the others will only get worse.

It was on the mound west of Roseburg. After a few days of work, Rurik felt that the mountain breeze was more desolate and the climate was getting colder and colder.

The sparse woods drop litter from time to time, and there are few birds staying.

Rurik, dressed in a cotton coat and a little leather jacket, gathered all the people he had collected here.

Except for the first ten people, the rest are all here today.

Some are pulled by friends, some just want to learn special fighting skills.

Not bad! The fight with Kanuf a few days before Liurik has gained fame. The unique ambush technique has not only become a conversational resource, but many children are also eager to learn.

Lurik also used his capital in this area to recruit a total of forty-five people, but unfortunately the number did not meet his psychological expectations.

The first ten people will play an exemplary role, and everyone can become a team leader.

A group of yelling children were gathered, and Lurik held up the wooden sword in public to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Okay brothers! You all look at me!"

"I am Rurik, the son of Otto! I am the one who is called Odin's blessing. You are gathered here today because of your trust in me. So, starting today

, I am your brother. "

"Brothers, after all, we will one day sail like those adults to fight the most ferocious enemy..."

Lurik is doing slogan mobilization here, and he hopes that it is best to use a mouth to enhance the cohesion of the group.

Unexpectedly, an older child suddenly exclaimed: "Fight like my father? Alas, he is dead."

Lurik saw the child at a glance. He was taller than himself. When he talked about his father's death, he didn't show any sadness, only some regrets.

"Brother, what's your name." Rurik asked respectfully.

Seeing the kid walking out of the crowd, he took off his leather hat and leaked the head with almost no hair.

Of course, this person is not bald, he just used a knife to shave his hair against the scalp to avoid head lice. In fact, quite a few people in the Ross tribe did just that. after all

They are more willing to clean their bodies than other ethnic groups in Europe.

This bald head gave Rurik a lot of sensory stimulation.

"My name is Fisk, I am only nine years old, and many people call me Bald Fix. I heard my mother say that in the year you were born, my father died at the hands of Gotland Islanders. I think

want revenge, but I am too weak. Rurik, can you understand this? "

Many members of the Viking tribe are willing to give themselves nicknames, or accept nicknames given by others. After all, they don't have the concept of a surname.

Same, add a nickname to increase recognition.

"I..." Rurik choked for a while, and then asked after hesitating for a while: "So you stand here because you want to learn something new."

Fix nodded: "Although you are only seven years old, we all believe that you will become our leader in the future. So if you become the leader, our fleet will suffer from

What will the Gotland people do when they pursue it? "

Is this a question of a child? The problem is too real!

Lurik maintained his composure. After all, he is not the kind of person who advocates barbarism, or he lives in such a desolate and dangerous environment. I am afraid that becoming barbaric is a means of living.

Lurik thought for a while, pretending to be calm and said: "Of course it is a counterattack! We must use a powerful counterattack so that they can never attack us."

At this moment, Fisk has a satisfied smile on his face: "Yes. We will destroy them all without mercy. We will attribute the treasures they looted to us. At that time, we can all

rich. "

After a few brief conversations, Rurik felt really uncomfortable. Look at Fix, who is only nine years old. This person is simply a gangster mentality.

There is no view of evil, just to live by unscrupulous means? Fisk's mentality is too primitive.

Is life necessarily so cruel, this Fix, and children like Fix, they live for revenge? Is it for looting?

If the children of this group have only this idea, then the group has no future.

After all, pure bandits will eventually be wiped out by more advanced races.

Lurik doesn't think this kind of crazy idea at all. Any so-called force should be a means of self-defense, and peaceful development is the last word. Especially in this complicated era,

Population is the most important thing. Anyone's death is a big loss to the tribe.

What's more, from only a few years of observation, Rurik discovered that every time his father wanted to bring back the treasures that the Swegeman Sorgon brought back, what kind of treasures could those be called? Probably the most precious thing is honey

and coarse cloth. UU reading www. Uukanshu.com So the residents of Gotland are also poor.

A group of poor bandits robbed another group of poor tribe civilians, this kind of life has no future at all.

Lurik deeply remembers this "bald" Fisker and his "great" ideals.

Lurik settled down and looked at everyone again: "Okay, brothers, next, I will divide you into five teams, each with nine people. Kanuf!"

"I'm here!"

"Let the brothers line up, you yourself stand in front of me first."

So, apart from Kanuf, nine of the first ten people lined up in a neat line.

Leurik then ordered: "Others, you line up behind them, each team has only five people in line. Remember, one person is your group leader."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd quickly became noisy. Many children were at a loss. Seeing their indifferent appearance, Rurik had to shook his head helplessly.

Obviously, the verbal commands to them are too complicated.

As a last resort, Rurik had to go off the court himself, with Kanuf's help, grabbing people from the crowd, and placing them in the team one by one.

They are all children after all. It can be described as a piece of blank paper. To train them, Rurik thinks it will be a bit difficult, but they are also more receptive to some new ideas.

The team was arranged so neatly, including Kanuf finally entered the first team.

A total of forty-five children stood in front of Rurik. Although their team was not very tidy, the overall look was really good.

Glancing a few more times, Rurik got a look full of expectation.

"Yes, it's getting like a hundred people gradually."