A large group of enemies have begun to flee, and those who have been knocked down are still being compensated by their men.

Otto yelled a few times: "Brothers, don't chase. This group of enemies is too weak, let Rurik take care of the rest."

Some Ross people were still roaring and chasing, and more people stopped to clean the battlefield of the hills.

Otto realized that he was standing on a stone mountain. Not only was the snow on the top of the mountain cleared, but the gray stone mountain also had traces of massive excavation.

Not only that, some stones that were a little shiny under the sun's rays just exposed to the horizon, their shapes are obviously somewhat similar, as if they were intentionally chiseled into the same shape and piled together in large numbers.

Why are they shiny? Curious and sensitive, Kawei rushed over directly. When he got closer, he realized only with naked eyes what was going on.

Kawei laughed wildly in the chaos army: "Hahaha! It's iron ore! The whole hill is iron ore! These strangers are all miners! We destroyed the miners' camp."

In the chaos, Otto didn't notice Kawei at all. Besides, Kawei also wore a bronze sheet-reinforced leather helmet with a steel sword and shield in his hands. Kawei called himself "Tor's servant", but he is not yet "Ao Ding's Warrior"?

The sun is also one of the incarnations of Odin, and everyone is happy to fight in the rising sun.

The tents began to be destroyed one by one, and the Ross soldiers prepared to assassinate the hidden enemies and search for hidden leather, silver coins, or other useful objects.

Otto took the sword and tore open the linen puffer of a tent. As the tent was destroyed, two women crying in horror appeared.

The woman is a little short, wearing brown deer skin. Otto feels a little familiar only by the faces of the two women: "How come you look a little like Lumia? You can't always be a deer breeder, right?"

The young Ross soldiers who came around stood beside their leader with greedy gazes in their eyes.

For two strange women with unknown identities, they are sheep and the Rus are wolves.

"Don't be impulsive." Otto sternly stopped his men, and then he personally walked over, picked up the deerskin with a sword, and saw their hands and feet tied with hemp rope and gray linen.

Otto cheered and exclaimed: "Attention, these two are slaves. They are not our enemies. Now I declare that all slaves are mine!"

He thought about it again, and continued to order his men: "Pay attention to it. You must ensure the safety of your slaves. Anyone who does something that shouldn't be done will be punished."

The young soldiers are a little disappointed. Who doesn't want to have a private slave? Since the leader has announced the possession in advance, he can't say anything.

However, some of the leather in the tent is a good thing, and the leader of Yihao did not announce his possession of these properties.

Outside the thick leather jacket that was left for the woman in panic to wrap around to keep out the cold, the Russ ransacked all the leather and linen. After all, young soldiers are still poor.

Things quickly made new progress, because the soldiers who cleaned the battlefield suddenly discovered a large number of slaves controlled by aliens. There are not only men and women, but even some children.

This is very strange, how can a large group of strange slaves appear on the hill.

Otto was very puzzled, after all, slaves were not enemies. He sent someone to cut off the hemp rope tied to the feet of all the slaves, because they were worried that someone would try to escape, but the hemp rope in their hands remained the same. The slaves were gathered in one place, and there were as many as thirty people in total. Fifteen of them were obviously mature men, and there were even five obvious little boys.

Following the discovery of a batch of hammers and iron chisels for excavating stones, and Kawei, who was somewhat calm, reported his amazing discoveries, Otto understood the status quo.

It turns out that these bound slaves are slave miners under the control of mysterious aliens!

Otto couldn't even think that this fateful battle actually caused the Russ to discover a big mine?

Although the hills near Roseburg not only have iron ore but also a little copper ore, the Ross people have never lacked iron.

An open-pit mine can be found in a far unexplored place, and as many as thirty slaves have been captured. If this trip ends here, the action is really not a loss.

Otto stood on the piles of ore, facing the sun on the horizon, bathed in holy golden light.

"Ruriek, you have taken care of those escaping enemies! Under the sun, you must have won a big victory, right?"

Otto can lead people to chase the enemy himself, in fact, there are already tribesmen who love war to take advantage of the victory.

He felt that the battle had ended victoriously, and he was waiting here, waiting for the victorious son to send someone to the hillside to report the good news of the victory.

What thrilling thing happened on the other side of the hillside?

Rurik continued to stand still, and as the shouts became more intense, Rurik's heart became more and more excited. He was a little anxious about the rope, for fear that he would not catch up with the battle.

Compared to him, the subordinates didn't say anything, everyone really wanted to get out of the line, drop the crossbow and use the sword to join the melee, for fear that no one would take away the benefits.

Jeflo was half kneeling in the snow, he was ordered to bow his back to cover Rurik, who was also depressed.

"Master, we have been waiting for a while, maybe the big boss has resolved the battle."

"Are you suggesting that I take the initiative?" Rurik asked.

"Maybe it is appropriate to attack now."

Rurik gritted his teeth and raised his head to look up at the top of the hill. For the time being, no enemy really rushed down.

"Your suggestion may be reasonable and can keep everyone in line."

Rurik stood up, he was just about to give a new order when he was pulled into the snow by Yevlo.

Because a group of panicked dark shadows appeared.

All the soldiers who were anxiously waiting finally got the prey they dreamed of at this moment.

Rurik held up the hat and hurriedly picked up the wound crossbow, commanding: "Everyone, the enemy is here. Don't worry, we will attack when they approach. It's like hunting a deer."

An excellent bow-holding hunter, they know that their weapons are limited, so this group of hunters are sneaky masters, so-called concealed themselves near the prey, and suddenly fired cold arrows. This skill is the key to the hunter's ability to shoot snow rabbits more efficiently.

Without Lauriek's excessive supervision, his subordinates stood in the prescribed position, kneeling one by one, watching the hurried strange crowd rushing towards him with stern eyes.

Suddenly, Rurik saw the Ross warriors who had rushed down the hill, and he was chasing them with swords and shields.

"Damn it. Will shooting arrows hit our people." Suddenly, he was a little stubborn.

Yevlo coldly lowered his face: "My lord, life and death are yours, you don't have to worry about others. The enemy is about to rush over, we..."

Rurik let out a long sigh of relief. He tried his best to calm his excitement, and suddenly shouted in a childish voice: "All hunters! Let go of arrows!"

The first to be ordered was the archers with short wooden bows, and they began to throw long arrows of bony arrow clusters.

In the eyes of the fugitive aliens, a group of archers hiding in the snow suddenly appeared.

Some arrows fell from the sky, and none of these arrows killed or injured due to a misjudgment of distance. The fleeing crowd was taken aback by the arrows scattered around, but there was an ambush before and there were chasing soldiers. Could it be that they were sitting there waiting to die?

The leader in a squirrel leather hat, holding his hammer, shouted at words that Rurik couldn't understand.

Is that guy the leader of the enemy? Rurik stared at the changes in the battle. He couldn't think that his archer hadn't caused the so-called first round of damage he had expected. Instead, the enemy had become extremely combative under the leadership of a guy holding a sledgehammer.

Rurik slowly held up his crossbow and continued to command: "Hunter! Keep shooting arrows! Crossbowman, ready to shoot!"

The second round of long arrows was launched, and the Ross Hunters finally caused some damage to the enemy.

In Rurik's eyes, there was indeed an enemy shot by an arrow, but the enemy was like a wounded deer, with terrible arrow feathers stuck in his body, and he threw himself up and running.

Is this group of crazy enemies planning to make a breakthrough?

Really brave people, but you have no chance.

Rurik's crossbow took the lead in aiming at the suspected boss, and suddenly stood up and shouted: "Crossbowman! Launch!"

Twenty half-kneeling mercenaries stood up suddenly, and they aimed their crossbows at their targets.

The trigger was pulled down, and Rurik's body shuddered suddenly. A heavy crossbow bolt was spinning in the air and went straight to the selected target.

The leader of the alien race was also quick-eyed and quick-handed. He saw a foreign object flying straight towards him, so he subconsciously blocked his face with a sledgehammer.

Coincidentally, Rurik's crossbow arrow came straight to this person's neck.

After a very strong metal crash, the boss fell to the ground. But the leader was not headshot by the crossbow arrow. He lay down on the ground and stared at the gold star, and the hammer in his hand was also deeply dented by the steel arrow cluster.

In just one round of volley, all thirty people who fled, were actually shot ten.

These crossbow arrows, which were deliberately designed with very long clusters of arrows, directly penetrated the leather clothing of the aliens, digging deep into the body, causing terrible and fatal penetrating injuries.

With just one arrow, a soldier immediately loses the ability to fight.

"Haha, it looks like I hit an enemy, Yevlo, do you think I have become a real man?" Rurik was very excited, but Yevlo gave his master another crossbow with a good bowstring. .

"My lord, the battle is still going on, please be careful."

"Yes." Rurik felt a little smug, he hurriedly ordered: "Hunter, keep shooting arrows. Crossbowman, fight another round. Everyone else, draw out their swords and prepare to fight!"

The aliens, who were frightened by the sudden death of their companions, their eyes widened and suddenly became at a loss.

Ross Hunter took this opportunity to shoot arrows accurately at the sluggish "target".

The alien archer who was frightened had forgotten to fight back.

The mercenaries who obeyed the orders of the gold master very much. After they stepped on the crossbow, they installed the crossbow arrows.

"Brothers, launch."

Rurik led another round of shooting with a crossbow, and this time five unlucky enemies were hit.

The deliberately inclined two arrow rains give the crossbow arrow the ability to swirl during flight. They are short, thick and heavy spiral feather arrows, they are vigorously sinking, because they rotate while flying, relatively overcoming the disadvantage that their flight is easy to be unstable.

Rurik even watched the arrow run in a low and flat arc, aiming at the target to fly flat. These shooting feelings are indeed something the bow can't bring.

Even the head of the enemy was pierced by clusters of arrows, and the Ruths did not even give the dead any chance to fight back, and everything that belonged to the dead ended unexpectedly.

"Good job, brothers! Keep up the string and let us shoot them with a crossbow as much as possible! I want to reward each of you with a silver coin..."

Jeflo was very happy with the master's grace, but the current situation is no longer necessary to wind the crossbow.

He loudly suggested: "There is no need to shoot anymore, the enemy has lost momentum, they are just a bunch of fat sheep. The sword and shield hand is dispatched."

Rurik was actually a little bit more interested. He hoped that this ambush battle would complete a perfect shooting with a bow and crossbow. As far as the current situation is concerned, it really became unnecessary.

"Okay! Brothers, pull out the sword and let us charge."

Yevlo also picked up a melee weapon, the so-called left-handed short iron sword, right-handed short-handled battle axe, and shouted: "Brothers, leave a few lives for our master."

The crossbowman picked up the short spear and the sword, and the bow hunter had taken the lead in raising the axe and rushing forward, followed by the warrior holding the sword and shield.

Those who were struck by the crossbow and surviving were all beheaded by the Ross people. Perhaps for these seriously injured aliens, a make-up knife is also kind in a sense.

Finally, those who were lucky enough to get through the crossbow and plan to turn and escape were either caught up by the chasers and beheaded, or beheaded by the chased Ross hunters.

Even the poor man was directly pricked by the short spear of the incarnation javelin.

The boss who was almost shot by Rlik fell into the snow and instinctively pretended to be dead when his head was a little clear.

However, the Ruth soldier in a tyrannical state has forgotten that this battle needs to stay alive.

The leader who had survived by chance, was almost about to be killed by the short spear. Jeflo hurried over and stopped the soldier's actions.

He yelled angrily: "Didn't you understand? Master Rurik wants to keep alive, now go away!"

No matter, Jeflo looked at the man who was almost executed, and saw clearly his trembling lips and trembling hands. He suddenly kicked the crotch of the guy who was still pretending to be dead. After all, this person is a man. For a crit on such a part, the instant pain can deny all the disguise.

Having been out for so many years, Yevlo certainly also knows some tactics for fighting indiscriminately. After all, this is war. It is shameful to use the following three indiscriminate tricks in normal combat training. Some tricks that can make the enemy incapacitate in combat are really unnecessary.

The strange man who was critically struck rolled in the snow, and his squirrel fur cap was also shaken off.

Rurik came up in time and cried out at the guy who was rolling all over the floor.

Looking at Yevluo's determined eyes again, he had to ask: "What's wrong with this person?"

"It was beaten by me. Master, maybe we can get some news from this person."

It seems that the tribe has executed all the enemies except this one. Rurik thinks this battle is a bewildered one. The Ross people obviously agreed to the fight. What is the identity of the enemy?

"Jeflo, you go ask this person's identity."

"Yes! Master."

Jeflo stepped forward and asked the guy with crotch pain in Gnostic as usual.

However, at this person's words, Evlo's eyes widened.

Yevlo immediately took out the language of his hometown that he had almost forgotten, and asked the other party's exact identity.

I can only hear that this middle-aged man with fluffy hair yelled a vocabulary at high frequency: "kiven! kiven! makiven!"

Rurik also opened his eyes wide, because he understood only these words.

"Kiven? Is it the name of a tribe?" With curiosity, Rurik cautiously approached with a sword.

"Jeflo, have you clarified the identity of this person? Kiven? Is it a clan name?"

Gevlo was a little surprised: "My lord, do you hear our Finnish language?"

"Huh?" Rurik's sword pointed at the fallen man. "Is this man a member of your hometown?"

Yevlo denied: "No, this is a scientific man."

"Cowen? What kind of weird fellow."

Yevlo shook his head: "He is not a member of my tribe, but I can be sure that our enemy is not a Tavastia."

After all, Jeflo squatted down, and a dagger pressed directly against the feller's throat.

The feller stared at the sharp blade, and his whole body was shaking.

"Are you really a Corvin?" Yevlo asked cautiously.

Only the leader who survived hurriedly responded: "I am a Corvin, and we are doing some work here. Who are you? Are you Tavastias? Oh, my lord, don't kill me."

Yevlo almost laughed out: "Tavastia? No! I am a Finn, that is, a Suomi. Now, except for me, all Varyag warriors are standing in front of you."

"Actually... It's a Varange?!" Almost the surviving boss passed out. The Varangians, that are the existence that is a hundred times stronger by the Tavastias, the existence that the Corvins would not dare to provoke them when they are crazy.

Jeflo continued to explain his identity: "I am now a servant of the Varanga..."

Yevlo wanted to say a few more words. He never thought that this person rolled his eyes frantically, and his attitude changed instantly: "Oh! Really! Are you Suomi? Brother from the South! Oh, the Tavastians are all ours. Enemy, why should we be enemies? Is your master a Varangian? If you are a servant of a Varangian, you can live. I am willing to be a servant... I even..."

Jeflo was speechless for a while, he could see that this man was like a businessman, and his begging for mercy made Jeflo think of his previous master, Gould. Because this guy's words are too commercial, this person is not simply praying for life, but saying "the hero keeps my life, and I can do things for you".

"Hehe, you guys, you guys, you don't fight very well, but you are a real businessman! To survive, you can sell everything?!"

"Hey." The boss barely forced a smile, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

Evlo felt that this person had no threat at all, so he took the sword.

It was this behavior that caused Rurik to be wary, and he asked unhappyly, "Are you sure that this guy is your former friend?"

"No! Master, this person is a Kewen, and he is willing to be your slave, just beg for his life."

"Please forgive me? Is it necessary? Who is the Corvin?" Rurik asked.

Yev shrugged, and turned his head to order the leader of the Kewen: "Kneel to your master, kneel to this child. Get down on me."

For a moment, as if an old sheep was lying on the ground, the leader of Cowen hooked his head and crawled closer to Rurik's feet.

"Look, the Kewen people have surrendered."

Glancing at Yevlo's proud face, and then at the guy lying on his stomach, Rurik felt that the development of the situation was very absurd.

"Jeflo."

"in!"

Rurik frowned and asked, "Who is the Kewen man?"

"It's some merchants." Yevlo squeezed his chin and recalled: "I have forgotten a lot of childhood things, but the Corvins are not powerful enemies. They are just merchants."

"Just a businessman?"

"Probably that's the case. Master, the word kiven, in our common language, refers to a walking stick. It's a bit like the short spear we used recently. Master, your Lumia also understands this word."

"But I don't know. When I learned the deer-raiser language from her, I didn't touch this word."

"Perhaps because they are more mysterious." Yevlo shrugged: "My hometown is in the south. I know there are some scholars in the north, and I didn't expect to meet them here."

Is there a treasure in this place that attracts businessmen?

Rurik thought things were strange, so he used the language of a deer breeder~www.mtlnovel.com~ to order the kneeling Kewen: "Be my slave and avoid death."

After all, he imitated the trick he learned from his father Otto, and stretched out his right foot towards the Corvin in front of his tribe fighters.

"Kiss my boots! Be my slave! Avoid death!"

Obviously, this Kewen leader felt a little absurd, but he just understood what this obviously noble Varang boy said, and what he said was still exactly like the language of his own tribe.

Ah, because in 830 AD, the deer (Sami) and Finns (Suomi), and even the entire modern Finnish region, even the residents of Karelia, spoke the same language. They are all members of the Finnish ethnic group, and they speak each other's dialects, yet they have not yet become independent languages.

The leader immediately stretched out his head and showed Rurik his posture of submission.

What does it mean to have one more servant of the Corvin? Rurik remains unclear for the time being. But he had a hunch that this was not a simple matter of accepting a servant at all.

Today's adventures are destined to mean even more miraculous events.