The situation makes Rurik very satisfied. After all, in the relatively neat team, no one speaks, and no one runs around.

They all stared with blue eyes, waiting for their orders.

Lurik inserted the wooden sword into the soil and stretched out his right hand: "Brothers, look at my hand! Does it have five fingers?"

After that, he clenched his right hand into a fist: "Now you see, there are only five fingers together, the fist can smash the enemy's teeth! This is what I ask you, five people to form a team. Remember, any future fights In this, the five of you are a whole, and you must act together."

If an adult stands here and hears Rurik say this, he will find it very strange, but children, they have never come into contact with any rhetoric other than this, and believe it completely.

But Rurik still has something to say: "Five people are like five fingers, and they can form a team (Rurik uses the Norse word Fiss to describe it, which means fist, that is, a team). If a group is equal What about one finger? Five groups can be aggregated into a bigger fist. So when we organize a hundred people, we have more power. This is my purpose! I don't want any future fights to see you playing alone. Fighting, we see dozens of you forever forming a whole, fighting together."

Rurik felt that he had already said very clearly, but the theory was still too advanced.

"Bald" Fisk was very happy to talk more. After all, his father followed the leader Otto and died in battle. Standing in front of the leader's young son, he felt that he should be like a brother again.

Fiske did not know why, but he did feel that Rurik's words were somewhat reasonable, but they were different from those he had been in contact with on a daily basis.

"Roulik, how much benefit will your decision bring? Isn't Odin favorite the bravest person?"

"Of course... but what is brave?" Rurik's mind turned very fast. After a few years, his father tried desperately to tell himself those Norse myths in his spare time. After all, Rurik estimated that he was not young. In addition to Otto, there is no other story that can be used to coax a child to sleep.

Rurik himself already knows Norse mythology quite well. He said: "Valhalla needs a large number of the bravest people. Odin needs thousands of heroes to deal with the twilight of the gods. When the twilight of the gods comes, a thousand The heroic spirits, as we have formed a group that is good at fighting, will have more powerful power. Remember, if you fight alone, who will protect your back? Fisk, now look at all your directions, Your brother will protect you. Everyone, your back is protected by your brother. You have only one job, knock down the enemy in front, don't worry about the others!"

This is an era of irrationality, especially the elder priests of the tribe, the elder priests of the tribe, who believe in those myths very much, and believe in those myths.

The reason why Lurik was trusted by many members of the tribe was derived from the "oracles" in the priests' mouths. Besides, this child is exceptional.

The current situation is more complicated, and Rurik's words are surprising. Thinking carefully, the priests did not say that Odin only needs to be a warrior who is good at fighting alone.

Everyone looked at Fisker, and Fisker no longer had any doubts and fully agreed with Rurik's idea.

"Now, do you all support me?"

"I support!" Fisk took the lead in speaking.

Then, the first ten people headed by Kanuf also held wooden swords to support.

After all, there are all children in the crowd. They are children, and they almost instinctively agree with the opinions of older children. All this time, they all raised their wooden swords to show their support.

"Very good." Rurik nodded in satisfaction, "In the next days, let's see it as training! We want to surprise those adults! I also want to be a leader that you all trust from now on. "

In the following days, almost the only important thing for many children every day is to go to the hills west of Roseburg to learn the "group tactics" taught by Rurik.

A total of forty-five children are arranged in a small infantry phalanx. They are just lined up. It's good to say that if they advance and retreat together, they can't be trained in a few days.

So in the first days, Rurik didn't teach them to fight at all. He just walked in a queue so that forty-five children could walk neatly.

The reality is completely beyond Rurik's imagination.

In his concept, it's just walking in a queue, and at most one or two days, a group can walk far, far in neat steps. Even very young children can do it.

As a result, these children of the Ross tribe, it is obvious that from birth to now, they have no understanding of what is called discipline, and they have no concept of this aspect at all.

Even, including those adults, there is no concept of discipline.

Discipline! Any army that masters it is not weak in combat effectiveness. So instead of fighting, let them understand that discipline is the most important thing from an early age.

ten days!

After spending such a long time, Rurik finally fulfilled his most basic requirements. According to the so-called orders, many children can finally line up and follow the chants. The slowness of their learning is really shocking.

After all, the children can truly act as a group, obey the orders and keep the whole team in disorder. So far, everything is just the beginning.

For those children, ten days of queuing makes them extremely boring.

On the morning of the eleventh day, the eldest Fisk had been holding back for many days, and now he finally questioned Rurik face to face: "Are we enough? Should we continue to practice walking? Rurik, I think I have taken more roads these days than I have taken in my entire life."

"Are you in a hurry?" Rurik replied with his hands behind his back, his face unchanged.

"Can't you change something?"

"For example, fighting?"

"Yes! You train everyone to walk, don't you just prepare for fighting? Are you still not satisfied?"

Lurik still had a dumb face. He looked at the innocent children, only to see that they all stared and looked expectant.

"Maybe time is enough." Rurik nodded, and the long queue training came to an end, and the next thing came true.

He made everyone continue to line up, holding up the wooden sword and commanded: "Everyone, hold your shield after queuing up."

"The seventh, eighth, and ninth teams, you stand out of the big group. The others continue to line up."

After some orders, Rurik glanced again and continued to make orders.

The 30 members of the six teams in the so-called large force were formed into a horizontal team of ten people in the front and three people in the depth. Everyone has their shields in front, forming a wall of people, waiting to withstand the impact.

For the three separated teams, their missions play the role of the enemy and spread out to make an impact. There is only one purpose, to break this wall.

After explaining their intentions in public, everyone screamed in excitement.

The leader of the defensive side is Kanuf, and the leader of the offensive side is Fisk. Lulik especially called these two people to his side, and gave a special order.

"Did you understand it just now? I repeat, Fisk, your purpose is to break the wall, but I refuse your three teams to attack together. Kanuf, your task is to ensure the stability of the wall, and work hard. Fisk pushed it out. But you can't use sticks for your safety.

Kanuf, of course, trusts Rurik very much. Unexpectedly, his arrangement with Kanuf really made Fisk dissatisfied.

"Why? Rurik, am I still worried about being injured by their wooden sword?"

"Safety is still the most important thing," Rurik said.

At this moment, Fisker looked completely undaunted: "Just the wooden sword, I am afraid of it? I will be the man who attacked Gotland to avenge my father. Am I still afraid of being injured?" The little ghost is big and deliberately makes a grimace at Kanuf: "You use the wooden sword, I am fearless. But you also be careful, we will also use the wooden sword."

"Hey, am I a coward? I'm not afraid of injury." Kanuf gritted his teeth and retorted.

The two people are totally indifferent to safety and danger, or the adults of the Ross tribe encourage the descendants of the tribe to play dangerous games. After all, in their opinion, the so-called dangerous games are just a trial for the real battle in the future.

Thinking of this, Rurik couldn't help but regret the death of the two children before his biological father Otto. So Rurik originally had two elder brothers, but they were killed in a "dangerous game". So what? They are very relieved that everything is destiny.

The two returned to their respective teams, and the two groups of children also gathered together to discuss.

After a short time, they finally finished their preparations.

Lurik saw a group of guys eager to try, one side was a wall of people standing neatly holding wooden shields, and on the other side were people scattered standing ready to attack.

"Are you all ready?!" Rurik asked loudly.

The two groups of people I saw raised their wooden swords one after another, indicating that they could start.

Lurik stood not far away, finally settled, and shouted: "Start!"

As soon as 's voice fell, I saw the oldest Fisk, who was like a wolf. With an astonishing roar, he took the lead. The other fourteen children were also fierce.

They showed a strong momentum, but they couldn't scare the thirty people who lined up the other wall at all.

The fighting came suddenly.

The shield hit violently, and the result was only one hit, and the human wall was stunned by Fisk and others.

The situation surpassed Rurik's imagination again. He wondered how the dense formation of the three-row human wall could withstand the attacker who had only half of them. But the attacker and the defender, everyone has fallen into one.

At this point, the impact and defense of the test nature should have ended, they have collapsed into a ball, but Rurik's eyes widened, watching the group of children fall into a chaos, and there is the sound of wooden sticks and wooden shields everywhere.

Everything is meaningless. They seem to be simply venting their own boredom that has been holding back for so many days, and then turning into a pure fight alone, which is the "dangerous games" that these children often play on weekdays.

Lurik was yelling again, and he went off the court to pull people in person. It took a lot of effort to pull away the chaotic children.

Forty-five people, many of them have had their noses and faces swollen. They didn't have any resentment, and they all looked at themselves and smiled hippiely.

"It's a tragedy!" Rurik held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at the group of laughing guys, also reflecting on whether his efforts for so many days were wasted.