"The Rise of Rurik (

The long expedition, the most difficult period finally passed. The huge army slackened, they occupied the entire Visby, and finally they were able to let go of their worries and tensions and take a good rest.

Rlik gave the army a holiday, and after the soldiers handed over the main capture to the Duke, they began to freely search for the spoils.

All the clay pots, cloths and leathers found were raided. Most of the soldiers had changed into thick clothing, and their linen pockets had many bottles and cans stuffed.

The best trophies are in Rurik's hands. For some of these treasures, he has already given out a small portion and rewarded them in public to the most heroic ones in battle.

Massive trophies, almost all gold and silver jewellery belonged to Rurik, and most of the leather and ironware belonged to him.

Rurik didn't want to give all of them to the soldiers. This was definitely not his greed. Of course, some soldiers were chewing their tongues. The so-called Lord Duke almost ate the capture.

But what can it be? Who dares to question the descendants of God?

The most important thing is that without the planning and command of the Duke family, when will the feud of all the Ross tribe be paid?

Wealth will eventually return to the hands of the Roths, but the way the wealth is given back is special.

Since that night, Harald has donated a total of 800 pounds of silver, as well as a sheepskin and rinsed loose wool. His daughter Asraki also officially became a woman, and also officially became a Rus.

In the next two days, more than two thousand pounds of silver coins were unearthed, and as many as ten thousand pounds of copper coins were unearthed.

Copper coins are not valuable, unless their currency value is relatively high when the currency is scarce. Unfortunately, its value is now mainly reflected in the melting of bronzes.

This is not the era of great abundance of commodities. After doing some inventory, Rurik has basically figured out the category and magnitude of the goods he seized.

Silver coins reached 10,000 pounds, and copper coins reached 10,000 pounds.

Gold coins are always scarce, and they are now only a little over a hundred pounds.

The rough amber and the finished product are three hundred pounds. There is only one packet of rubies.

The most numerous items are 10,000 sheepskins and 1,000 cowhides. In addition, nearly 20,000 live sheep have not been slaughtered, and there are nearly 1,000 cattle. Most importantly, Rurik found an extremely rare horse!

It's a pity that it's completely different from what he imagined. There is no tall horse. In the more than a hundred horses captured, its shoulder height is only the chest of a mature man. This kind of horse is not as good as a European pony (actually a Goth Lan Ren turned many hands and bought it from the Pomeranian) but it was a treasure of a cart and a carry-on.

Dairy products, such as cheese, are processed into huge clumps. The gray color and smelly smell make Rurik instinctively resist. The scale of seizure of cheese is not large. It is a high-energy food, and the taste without sugar is also very exciting. Children like Carlotta have no complaints.

Now a huge problem lies in front of the army of Rurik and Ross. The army completely defeated the enemy, and the seized materials far exceeded everyone's expectations. It is simply impossible to just transfer these money, materials, and livestock to Roseburg!

Too many sheep have been seized, and the ones that have not been slaughtered are six times the strength of the Russian army.

Unfortunately, the number of cargo ships that the Russian Army can mobilize is only 30 long. How can we transport sheep in a short time? The temperature is getting colder day by day, should the army abandon these seizures? Even if it is a surprise slaughter, the brothers' stomachs are so big that they can only digest part of them before leaving Gotland.

And this is just one of many problems.

The oats in Gotland are fully mature. Wheat is an extremely storage-resistant food. Regardless of the taste, wheat after three years can be satisfactorily satiated.

After the army rested for two full days, Rurik gave another order to harvest the wheat. Who will do this hard work of wheat harvesting? Naturally Slavs and Mellaren mercenaries in the army.

In essence, they are farmers, and they also have fields in their hometowns. They have very sufficient wheat harvesting experience, but unfortunately the Ross people are extremely lacking in this aspect. The Ross people who immigrated to Shilla Fort had to learn to farm with the migrating Slavs.

Those who died in the war still had no one to collect their bodies, and their bodies were left to be eaten by the ravens. The people who were busy harvesting the wheat had no time to take care of the dead. They drove the seized small carriage to transport the bundles of wheat to Visby.

The wheat harvest has been carried out for another three days! In the past three days, more than 3,000 people from the Ross army and the captured women and children have eaten 1,500 sheep with extreme luxury.

The wheat-cutter cleared the flat land in Visby, and used wooden sticks and hemp rope to make a large number of large chains, and began to beat bundles of Danish wheat ears frantically to hull them.

These Slavs paid a lot of labor. In return, they really ate mutton all at once, and finally ate a meal of porridge made from new wheat.

It is almost September in the Julian calendar, and the rainy season is approaching. In the past, there was only a small amount of rainy weather in Gotland, and it came and went quickly, but in September, once a long rain came, it would be a heavy blow to the army far away.

As early as Visby had just been conquered, the evacuation of the Ross began.

Gould carried all the seized gold and silver ashore, indeed only to show his deeds to the Duke and Rurik.

On the fourth day after the conquest, all seven thousand pounds of silver coins were shipped to the Aphrora, and almost all of the sheepskin cowhide was loaded on the ship.

A group of small soldiers under Rurik's command, these two hundred people, together with some really very old people, became the first group of evacuees.

The fleet is fully loaded, but fortunately there is no threatening force on the sea, this armed cargo fleet headed straight for Fort Rose.

They moved against the wind, and returned with a tailwind all night. Gould has a heavy responsibility, and he has no slack power.

It takes ten days for the transport fleet to go back and forth at the fastest, during which the Ross people can only wait.

Time has quietly entered September, and the weather has become increasingly unfavorable for the Russians. Everyone is not afraid of the cold, but is worried that the rain will make the whole world cold and humid.

People are still desperately slaughtering lamb and they have become extremely extravagant rare. The lamb liver and tripe, which were once regarded as food, are directly discarded. People are indulging in eating lamb, resulting in a large amount of food becoming fish feed.

By eating meat in this way, the army will eat with an open belly, and 10,000 sheep will be able to eat it very quickly.

The area currently controlled by the Rus people is generally too cold. Although the Shilla Fort and Novgorod areas are suitable for raising sheep, they must store large sheep and cattle forage for overwintering, and must mobilize strong manpower and material resources.

Do the Ross people have so much manpower? There is no such thing at all. All of Rose's power is concentrated in Visby, and the rest are old and weak.

In the end, cattle, sheep and poultry are captured by the enemy, not the wealth cultivated by oneself, so splurge naturally does not feel distressed.

It is also good to eat a lot of meat. Thin people will quickly become stronger and accumulate some fat. The key sheepskin and wool are the most important treasures.

With so many furs seized, the Ross tribe will be busy all winter.

With this war of conquest, the power of the Rus should take root in Gotland. However, considering the reality, this area is too close to the power of the Danes, and too far away from Roseburg. Winter is approaching, and the breath of human breath is clearly visible. Sending someone to stay at Visby is obviously an idea.

The Ross ships in Port Slitomo were all transferred to Visby, where the army seized nearly a thousand ships.

Among them, the cargo ships have been incorporated into the northbound fleet to transport cargo for the first time, and most of the remaining ships are small fishing boats with very few people, and there are only one hundred large long ships.

A large amount of cargo still needs to be transshipped, and the Slavic mercenaries, who must be squeezed in the cargo ship, must return to their hometown of Novgorod in September.

"Damn it. I'm not afraid of war or destruction. I'm trying to bring back personnel and seizures as much as possible. It's so troublesome!" Rurik was blaming himself for inadequate preparations and making troubles now.

After some scheduling, looking at the long ships waiting to fill the coast, and the waiting empty transport fleet arriving at the port, this is the final time for the army to evacuate.

It seemed that what the Rus army had to do was just sit down and eat new cereal every day and gnaw mutton wantonly. Unexpected situations also happened suddenly.

Some of the Ross people started their careers, and they rowed into the waters off Visby to try to hunt whales.

As a result, a large fleet came heading into the wind from the south.

Is it the enemy? Did the Danes get the news and kill them?

The fishing boat tried to evacuate and informed the army of the major news of the enemy attack.

Of course, the attacking fleet is indeed eager for a battle, and a long ship headed by it has revealed its identity.

The battle still took place, and the fleet quickly took control of the Ross fishing boat. Seeing that the opponent had withdrawn for a while without resisting the whole process, a young man with a golden crown cried out loudly.

The man was holding a steel sword with a gold-plated hilt and jewels, and pointed at the captured enemy without fear: "You Gotlanders? Are you willing to surrender?"

One person made a blunt statement: "I recognize your coat of arms and your face. It is the eldest son Karl of King Oleg."

"What? My name has been passed to Gotland." Carl nodded, "Seeing your fascination, I forgave you. Now kneel down and be my slave."

"No! You made a mistake." After one person finished speaking, the others followed and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Carl, you actually carry your father's crown? King Olekin has been passed on to you. We are not Gotland, we are Ross."

Then, someone unbuttoned the seized sheepskin coat and revealed the blue-and-white Ross uniform inside.

Didn't Karl know the totem coat of arms of the Rus? He shouted at the wonder of the world, and learned even more shocking news.

"Is the news reliable? Are you liars? You conquered Gotland? Conquered Visby?"

The victory of revenge, this is where every Ross warrior is proud. "Then bring the army to Visby, and our Lord Duke will welcome King Olekin."

What made Karl quite annoyed was that these Ross fishermen did not give themselves any face. He doesn't care so much now, because Karl, he just experienced a terrible failure.

The allied forces formed by the various tribes of Sweden have ended the expedition to Silverburg. They went all the way north through the Kalmar Strait, and are now rushing towards Lake Mlaren with all their strength.

There was no joy after victory on their faces. Every soldier was panting from the long rowing. As they entered the sea area where the Gotlanders were active, everyone began to panic again.

Didn't think Gotland changed hands? The Rus defeated the entire island of Gotland? At least occupied Visby?

Carl can't think of so much, his allies, every soldier, everyone desperately needs a resting place, and desperately needs very critical supplies! Presumably the Ross people will fulfill their alliance obligations and give everyone food and fresh water.

The news of the Rus occupying Visby is like a gift from Odin.

After the news spread, no one was worried about whether there was fraud. The Swedish army's fleet adjusted its direction and went straight to Visby.

Of course, this seems to the Russ as if the enemy's Danish reinforcements launched a counterattack.

The slack Roth was emotionally tense again, and the elite fighters were still gathering quickly.

The bow, crossbow, and torsion slingshot are aimed at the approaching fleet. The soldiers lined up. The soldiers in the first row formed a blue and white wall, and the long hair of the Slavic flag team formed a dangerous moving forest.

"It seems that God has brought me a new opportunity for meritorious deeds." Otto squeezed the hilt of the sword and asked his strained son, "Are you sure to win?"

"Of course, our arrows are invincible in the world. Our soldiers have eaten lamb for so many days, and they are full of strength."

"Then let them land and wipe out on the beach?"

"Correct!"

Otto patted his son's head vigorously, but the situation became more and more weird.

"No!" He shouted suddenly, "This is the Merlaren! Their coat of arms! And the Yalmalen! Uppsala, and Unkras...Stop it!"

At the most critical moment, Ottole ordered his son Rurik not to issue shooting orders. Unexpectedly, Carl on the boat was almost pierced by arrows!

The flagship of the Mlaren people ran aground on the beach first, and Carl jumped down with mixed emotions.

He energetically straightened his golden crown, trying to make himself look heroic, but it's a pity that the soldiers behind him, look at their image and the Russ soldiers close at hand, they are born into an underground.

A large number of coalition soldiers have fluffy hair, their locks and leather armors are mostly damaged, and many of them have large and small holes in their clothes.

The first to come down is naturally the soldiers of the Mellaren Army. They have changed their arrogance, and the atmosphere of depression has enveloped everyone.

Fighters from other tribes also disembarked one after another, but their situation was even worse.

"It's really strange, am I dazzled? Why didn't I see the old fellow Olekin?" Otto kept pinching his beard, suddenly realizing a terrible possibility.

Otto directly lifted his son Ruriek so that his head could surpass the helmets of all the soldiers, and he could see the image of the "huge" army that had landed.

"Now you can see Carl clearly, that guy with the crown. Do you think so?"

"He...he actually became the king?!" Rurik saw it really, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure he was right.

"I think so." Otto speculated disdainfully: "Maybe he killed Olegin. He was really a villain."

"Maybe Origen died in battle. Look at the soldiers behind him, it looks like all of them have been defeated. Didn't they go to looting the legendary Silver Fort? They must have failed."

"Let's go, look at these poor people." Otto put down Lurik, squeezed through the wall and brought his son to appear.

Seeing the big leader Rose and the young Rurik again, Carl couldn't help being stunned, and then walked over with strong spirits.

He approached Otto and asked respectfully: "It seems that Duke Ross has already occupied this town, and Visby is occupied by you, which is equivalent to saying that this is the territory of our Swedish kingdom.

Otto has no time to listen to these and some, so curious that this arrogant boy has become gentle now? What have they experienced in the southern world?

"Carl, are you wearing your father's crown? Where's Olegin? Let him come! Talk to me, your kid is not qualified."

Carl's heart suddenly became angry, but looking at the current situation, he was not stupid enough to release his anger to the strong.

This is the case in the Nordic world. Whoever has the biggest fist is the king. In Visby in Gotland, it is clear that the Ross army is the king, even if Karl can't believe what he saw is true, this is the true strength of the Ross people? !

Carl struggled to maintain his arrogance. He lifted his vigor and continued his beard, and pointed his right crown at his crown: "Now, I am the king."

"Really? Where is Olekin? Where is your father?"

"He died in battle, we..." Carl deliberately said: "Our coalition is fighting the entire Danish army in the south. We are almost victorious, but the other side has killed a hero. We are defeated. But you left early. , Look at this Ross army! It is indeed strong! Unfortunately, if you appear on the southern battlefield~www.mtlnovel.com~ the victory belongs to Sweden. At that time, the little Gotland will not come down on the wind?"

At this moment, Rurik gritted his teeth. He heard Karl's excuse for failure, "So, you put the blame for your failure on us?"

"You?" Carl looked down at it and shook his head: "You are still a child, there is no place for you to speak."

"Then you don't want to say it." Rurik was not to be outdone. "I only have two questions now. First, what do you want to do when you land in Visby? Second, the debt your father owes, since you inherited the throne. , You must claim it."

debt! This is a major event that Carl can never avoid. He pretended to be garlic in front of a boy, and the other party raised a debt issue, so he had to fight haha.

Carl's attitude softened again. He opened his arms to face Otto: "Look at us! We need help, we are allies, I... just want to eat something in Visby. I believe the powerful Roth will give him My allies have some food and fresh water. As for debts, when I return to Mellaren, I will pay for my father."

Otto and Liurik reckoned with the failure of the coalition forces. Seeing the exhausted appearance of the soldiers, they believed Karl for the time being. Most realistically, these soldiers are almost all farmers and fishermen in Lake Mlaren. They are really starving to death. Who can provide the Ross people with wheat that they can buy? Even if they are selfish, they have to give these people something to eat.

The father and son have a unified attitude. This invites Carl and all the leaders of the participating tribes to go to the Visby court to gather. Other fighters land in succession. Everyone will get some cattle and sheep. As for how to slaughter the food, it all depends Their own capabilities.

In this way, a tired "army" with only 1,200 troops completed the landing.