The Russian follow-up troops dragged a long line to finally arrive.

With a calm face, Rurik brought the main subordinate commander and a group of soldiers with thirty captured raven-patterned shields, and saw his father.

He especially showed the captured shield: "Dad, we won the enemy. You see, this is our key capture."

"Huh? Odin's warrior? You killed it?" Otto saw the raven pattern and couldn't help taking a step back in surprise.

"It is the Danish mercenary raised by the Gotlanders, and they are also their most elite fighters."

"Oh? Good job!" Otto laughed, "Come on, let me see if you are hurt?"

"Of course not." Rurik still had a serious face, he snapped his fingers, and more than a dozen blonde men with bare hands came over, all kneeling in front of Otto.

"This...what's going on. These people..."

"They are Danes," Rurik said calmly.

"The Danes? It's amazing. Are the Danes fighting us? And you didn't cut them down."

"No need, these people are very useful to us."

"Okay. Tell me, what use are they?"

"They know what happened to Visby." After all, Rurik kicked Glend, who was kneeling on one knee, in the back.

At this time, Grund finally raised his head, facing a long-bearded "veteran warrior" to report his identity, and then explained his appeal: "Our old gold master ordered us to fight against the Rus. This is the most important thing. Absurd decision. So on the battlefield, we rebelled against the decision of the gold master. Now, we are willing to be your mercenaries and fight for you."

"Your name is Grund? A surrender?" Otto squinted and shook his head. "No! You are a prisoner. If you fight with a raven shield, you should fight to death."

A mercenary actually stabbed the gold master, which really violated professional ethics.

However, Grund is very clever, and he deliberately complimented: "We heard that Rurik of Ross was blessed by Odin, so it is wrong to be an enemy of the Ross people. We worship Odin's power, so we take it as Odin. Son of the battle..."

"Shut up! It's all flattering..." Otto just scolded, and didn't do anything more radical. He immediately asked: "I am the Duke of Rose, you people want to stay as my fighters. How should I trust you? Are you worthy of trust?"

"Yes! I know the inside story of Visby, and I know many more important things. A lot of news about this island, and even news about Denmark."

"Oh? This way your people are really useful."

I don't know where to start, but the Danes and Svearans, who share the same origin, split. The Baltic Sea is so vast that it can't tolerate peace between the two sides. Where did the struggle between each other begin?

Otto has been educated since he was a child, and those guys in Denmark are the ones to watch out for. The Mellaren people believe that Danish power is a threat to the alliance. As the Gotlanders withdrew from the alliance, the Danish power became a target that must be attacked.

In the attack on Kalmar two months ago, Otto himself saw the power of Danish fighters. It was a group of unruly guys who would fight to the end for their gold master.

The dozen or so people in front of him changed his perception.

Forget it, he heard that his son didn't plan to arm these people for a second time. He already knew his son's deep intentions.

The pile of wood turned into hills, and the corpses burned inside!

There was a weird burnt smell in the air. To be honest, it had a little fragrance, but when they thought of what was being burned, many people began to retaliate inexplicably.

Otto didn't want to stay here. He learned that none of the thousands of people sent out in this battle were killed. Such a crazy victory was won by his son.

Look at Rurik again, this child is standing on the battlefield, without the excitement of victory, nor is he frightened by the large number of corpses.

A calm God of War has come! Thinking of coming to the decisive battle in the future, the loss of the Ross army will be minimal?

Before the expedition, Otto had already prepared for a bad heart. Thousands of people lost in World War I won a difficult victory, and such a loss is the greatest price currently acceptable to the Ross people. If the loss is more serious, the Rus people will need to hibernate for a longer period of time to frantically demand young women from the Novgorod people in order to restore the lost population more than ten years later.

Now it seems that I have been worrying too much!

The Ross flag teams returned one after another, and the army formed a rectangular array in the wilderness.

The four flag teams guarded the core of the heavy troops, non-combatants, and even Lord Duke.

As usual, a small group of people served as the investigative force, taking advantage of the night before rushing to the destroyed settlement Qiaocun.

A red sun in the West, the world is immersed in a cold sunset.

There was a gust of cool breeze, and everyone felt a kind of cold.

The flames in Bridge Village had long since been extinguished, silently telling what had happened in order to burn the clean black pillars.

Some strange mounds appeared on the burnt down village. After the identification of Grund and others who led the way, the Ross army learned that one of the mounds was full of fallen Ross soldiers.

Otto's beard was shaken by the cold wind, the setting sun dyed the world blood, and his ears were full of the rumbling of the wind, just like the sigh of the soul.

He hurriedly called the injured Arik to his side: "It seems that the leader of the Gotland did not destroy the corpse of our soldier. It is considered that the guy has a conscience. Don't continue to vent your anger and torture. Give that person something to eat and find Just cut off this time."

"Alright alright"

Arik looked at the identified mound and had a good idea about the smelly Sigfast.

Otto then ordered: "Go, take the brothers and tear the mound away. Burn it according to our custom, and let their souls go to Valhalla."

Arik got the order, and the sad brothers pulled away their gray corpses and dragged them out.

Black blood flowed from the gray human figures. They were killed in battle, and the leather armor on their bodies was still there, but the weapons in their hands were taken away by the enemy. Now these lost steel swords have been taken back by the Ruths.

The bleak world ignited a fire, and Ross's war dead finally gradually turned to ashes.

In the village of Qiao, the Ross army made a sacrifice for these brothers. The soldiers knelt round and round around the fire, not only to see off the heroic spirits of the brothers who died in battle, but also to sacrifice to Odin. Lu Mia, wearing a helmet with antlers, as a high priest, successfully completed this battlefield sacrifice.

But the sacrificial activities are by no means limited to this!

Since there is a decisive battle, where is the best place?

Perhaps the open area of Bridge Village is excellent.

The army camped here, and many people placed their tents in the stream. A large number of bonfires lit up the darkness of the night.

The soldiers of the Russian Army ate their food and discussed the future battles in multiple languages.

It can be said that the Slavic fighters composed of Novgorod peasants have achieved an unprecedented victory as they know it! Medvedt became a great hero in the eyes of the folks. Of course, the son-in-law of the manor Rigus, Rurik, was indeed a commander in command worthy of being followed by the brothers, even if he was still a child for the time being.

The Slavic warriors began to call their own battlefields to capture them. The axes and daggers that were looted were distributed, and the extra leather boots were also thrown to the people who wore them.

In the end, they won the enemy together. The two factions of Kewen, the two tribal leaders Mechasta and Kaihas, have now directly become comrades in a campfire.

The most powerful soldiers of the Ross tribe, they all talk about the topic of hope that the decisive battle will come soon, after all, the dried fish and mutton in their hands are not delicious. When the army defeated the enemy's main force and robbed Visby, the brothers would be able to eat fresh meat with their stomachs open again.

A bonfire burned violently, and Lurik was eating dried lamb. He prepared another extra and waited for Lumia, who supervised the construction of the stone altar, to come back for her to enjoy.

Sitting here are all the native nobles of the Ross tribe, such as Otto and Lurik. These talents are the core of the army.

But there is an uninvited guest sitting here, Grund the Danish.

Soon, Lumia, who had washed her hands, had returned. She returned with her antler helmet and naturally sat next to Rurik.

Unexpectedly, the sacrifice of the Rus people actually had a strange flat face, this...

Grund was taken aback, he paused, his eyes fixed on Lumia.

"What are you looking at? Dane, keep talking about Visby!" Otto snapped.

"She... is your priest? The most noble one."

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Otto continued to scold.

Lumia was really taken aback, she hurriedly took Rurik's arm, and took the jerky that Rurik had handed him, and ate with her head stuffed.

Not only did she have a flat face, she also had black hair. Who is she?

Suddenly Grund realized that this woman was a deer breeder.

What is the reason for a deer breeder to be able to get along with the Ross people? Since they can do this, why can't they?

Grund immediately turned his head and continued to report the details of Visby.

What he reported was mainly about the normal population size of that large settlement in the Gulf, and because of the pressure of the military operations of the Northern Alliance and the invasion of the Russian army, the people of the settlements on the west coast of the island were gathering in Visby. This big event.

He reported a shocking event: "Visby has gathered more than 10,000 people! You have defeated the five hundred people in Siegfast, but Visby can still pull out a team of five thousand people."

"So many people? Really..." The enemy's strength was beyond Otto's expectation.

Seeing his father's eyes trembling timidly, Rurik hurriedly interjected and questioned: "Five thousand? Five thousand out of ten thousand? They are only five thousand men in total! Are they letting babies join the battle?"

"Boys who are at least ten years old will definitely go to the battlefield. Just like you did." Grund's words were not concealed. He saw that the Ross army did indeed have a size of three thousand people, but there were actually a group of boys and girls among them. Making up the numbers. He really didn't know what operation this was. He wanted to come and bet the last power of the tribe for this battle.

Following this line of thinking, Grund hurriedly said: "They will not only send all men who can afford weapons, but also many women to the battlefield. Those wealthy people in Visby, their lifelong industry is here. They don't. Will run away, but spend money to recruit people who dare to fight to protect their interests. Those ordinary people, they will work hard to defend their homes."

Otto shook his head contemptuously: "That's a group of businessmen? I don't believe that businessmen will really desperately. They will run away with money. Or to talk about the practical question, what kind of equipment are Visby's fighters, and among them are Many Danes like you?"

"Yes, but not many. We Danes only make money as mercenaries here."

"Well, what do you think of the Visby's weapons?" Otto urged.

I have seen the powerful crossbow of the Ross people, the strict tactical configuration of the team, and the tactical prediction of ambushes. These Russian troops are not only good at weapons, but also very good at using tactics. In contrast to the Gotlands, Visby bluntly explained: "What can their equipment be? Oak shields, iron swords, various axes, whale hunting harpoons, iron chain yokes for knocking wheat bran, and Wooden rods for driving sheep. They have some archers, which are completely inferior to yours, and the number of them is very small. Some people use slings, which is of no use. They are just crowded, and when they fight, they form a shield wall to attack you. "

"That's it?" Otto laughed loudly when he heard that everyone else laughed.

Originally, Rurik wanted to persuade everyone to be cautious, but if you think about it carefully, what Grund said should be the truth.

In the wilderness, the first thousand people led by him had indeed killed more than 400 enemies without any loss. It is said that it is already a very elite unit of the Gotland people. They are indeed gathered together in battle, and they are pushing forward like a nerd holding a wooden shield.

This is nothing more than a tactic of fighting in groups. To say that this tactic is still more organized than the so-called army in Britain, they at least spontaneously maintain a combat unity.

Like the armies of Wessex, Mercia, and Northumbria, their armored warriors just screamed and charged, followed by a group of barefoot farmers with dung forks for a tailwind. The only thing they are proud of is not the Welsh longbowmen, but the only handful of cavalry. Of course, they are still a pure land power state.

However, in this Nordic world, the Ross army and this group of people are not playing a game of chess! The Ross army really explained what is organized.

Thinking of this, Rurik also laughed, thinking in his heart that the victory in the decisive battle is stable! Even if there are five thousand enemies, there are still mobs. Rurik didn't believe that they could really gather five thousand people! Especially for the ancient army, the strength and combat effectiveness of the army was often diminishing on the margins. The more troops there are, the more people are fishing and paddling.

If the Gotlanders are assembled urgently, what strict organizational structure can they have? Pooh!

Look at the Ross people! As the commander, Rurik can judge the battle conditions of the various flag teams under his command only with the naked eye, and then send the messengers to deliver the latest instructions in real time.

Can the group of Visby fighters do these operations?

Including Grund, who reported on Visby's intelligence, after witnessing the strength of the Ross army from close range, he could say without flattery that the Ross army would win.

There are some fierce expectations that Grund has been holding back. He did this to speak out at a critical moment, the so-called exchange of lives for himself and his brothers.

So far, he hasn't explained the kingship incident on Visby's side!

The time should now be ripe.

Grund tried his best to calm down, and especially pleaded: "There are some extremely important things I want to explain to you. For Odin's sake, I hope that I have said these important things, and you can swear to save our brother's life."

The Ross elites on the scene couldn't bear the feeling of being appetizing. Arik was so angry that he would draw his sword, cursing and urging Grund to speak quickly.

"Quiet." Otto stopped his son and immediately ordered: "Grund, as long as you and your people don't rebel, your lives will be protected by me. Speak!"

"Yes! It's about the king of Visby~www.mtlnovel.com~ a big businessman named Harken, he was elected king by all the merchant families and the leaders of the village. He is the king of the Gotland people, he is determined I will fight you decisively."

This is indeed a sudden surprise, but everyone is not surprised.

"What's this?" Rurik felt a little absurd. "Of course the Gotlanders have to elect a leader to bring all the fighters to a decisive battle with us. Are they only electing a king now, is this important news? I can only say Their simplicity. That's good, so we won't be fighting a group of armed fishermen roaring and charging."

Grund felt frustrated by himself. He said coldly, "So, our old gold lord Siegfast is the eldest son of Harken and the heir to the throne. Now, that guy is captured by you. ."

"What? That guy is a prince?!" Arik was taken aback.

Also shocked was Otto. He rushed to Arik: "We almost cut a noble man. Arik, quickly order your people to stop, don't cut it."

"Damn! I'm afraid that time is too late!" Arik hurriedly got up and ran to stop the execution of the guys.