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With this glimpse of the battlefield, Rurik chose kindness. In other words, getting treasures and materials is always the goal, and killing is the evil necessary to accomplish this goal.

The enemies who fought bravely were all dead, and there was no need to take strong measures to deal with the remaining women and children.

Asking them to withdraw from Tamworth peacefully, and arranging Magnuth in this way would also make sense.

Because those women and children are also the resources needed by the Balmerk Vikings.

The barbarian army was just outside the city, and a "barbarian leader" who could speak Rurik Latin made a promise of peace.

To be honest, the bishops and priests don't believe it, but there is only one thing everyone can be sure of-not cooperating is choosing the disaster of blood and light.

The priests immediately announced the conditions of the barbarians to the trembling people. People believed in the priests, and women really began to leave the city with their infant children.

All the city gates were blocked, and the debris was not a short time for weak women and children to move away. They also had to climb the city wall, walk down the literal sea of blood, and face the armed Viking army in horror.

The old and weak women and children who left the city at first have not been persecuted. Rurik ordered his own people to exercise restraint, and many Balmerks were also forced to obey the demands of the heads of the families to stay where they are.

However, the army was watching these people out of the city up close, paying particular attention to the young women. The brothers laughed and said vulgar words to each other.

More and more people came out of the city. They carried a very small amount of belongings. They were forced to gather on the banks of the Thame, looking at the moored Viking fleet and sighing.

A large number of people are gathering, and the large number of people is really shocked.

The temporary prison camps along the river became more and more noisy, and the people who evacuated were everywhere whispering, and they got together and it became a noticeable buzzing noise.

With so many captives, Magnuth was both surprised and terrified.

He approached Rurik and pointed his hand pointedly: "Who would have thought that they had so many people? Would they rather surrender if there are so many people? Or do they hide a lot of swordsmen?"

"Oh? Are you worried about those women?"

"They deserve to be wary."

"Forget it." Rurik shook his head. "They are not female fighters at all. Their belief restricts them to work in the fields. It is a sin to use weapons to fight."

"Hey...is it completely like this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Magnuth smiled a little: "It's okay, I can verify it tonight."

"Shoot them?"

"why not?"

"Never mind. You can throw these captives to Northumbria, or you can own them." Rurik stared into Magnut's eyes. "You are the king of the Kingdom of York. From now on, you need a local People give you tribute. I don't care, I only want the wheat in the city, or even gold and silver."

"Haha, your request is too low, or are you suspecting that I am not generous enough?" Magnut slapped his son-in-law Rurik on the shoulder affectionately. "Of course I will give you some gold and silver. Your soldiers are all suffocated. , It's okay for me to color a hundred women for your characters."

The sun is about to set, and the world is orange. Nearly 10,000 people evacuated Tamworth, and hunger and sleepiness plagued them.

The bishop announced that there were no people in the city, and prayed that the Viking army would reward everyone with food.

food? Naturally, it can be provided, but the people need to pay some price.

What is the price?

The bishops and priests were screaming, the men of Balmerk joked and swarmed, and the surrendered women and children screamed and wept bitterly.

The bishop himself tried to find Rurik, who could speak Latin, but finally found him.

The old man knelt on the ground, crying and complaining: "This is what you call peace? You deceived us!"

To be honest, Rurik felt a little sorry for these peaceful priests. He thought about it, put on an innocent face and said, "I didn't take action against your women. You see, my army is resting, and I didn't even let them go into the city to rob."

"This...this is sophistry! Those people are clearly..."

"Shut up!" Arik stood up and kicked, kicking the old pig's foot aside.

"Brother, don't worry about it."

"Bah. This old guy thinks he's a character?"

The old bishop clutched his chest and continued to curse. Rurik had no intention of defending anything. He bluntly said: "Anyone who commits the crime is not my army. What you see is my father-in-law's army. He is the king of the Kingdom of York. You should go to him. You see, there are twenty Northumbrian women cooking wheat in my camp. Have I ever shot them? They are very happy to work for me. You, beg the wrong person."

The bishop still thinks this is sophistry but has nothing to say.

This night, the ultimate joy for the Balmerks was a disaster for the Merciaians in Tamworth.

Magnuth didn't think he had deceived the group of Mercian, his people did not kill again. But in the eyes of the Messiah, the difference between a barbarian's attack on a woman and a murder is not that big.

In the early morning, a hundred young tranced women were still sent to the Rus camp.

Magnuth came here to give gifts in person.

"My son, accept this gift. It's time for us to enter the city and rob."

"That's them?" Rurik glanced at the tranced women, "your people have taken action against them? Maybe you should keep it."

"No. How could I lie to you?" When he said this, his face seemed to prove that he was lying. After that, he clapped his hands, and a brown-haired girl was pulled out.

"Who is this?" Rurik was a little dazed.

"It seems to be an aristocratic woman."

"It's okay." Rurik shook his hand and pulled the detained bishop over.

But seeing the bishop saw the girl immediately exclaimed: "It's Mary, Your Royal Highness!"

"Princess?" Rurik was a little interested.

"Does it seem to be a member of the royal family? Wouldn't it be good to give it to you?" Magnut immediately signaled to his subordinates and pushed hard, pushing the trance-like girl to Rurik's side.

The woman was sitting limply on the grass. When Rurik raised her chin, Fang noticed the tears in the woman's eyes, and finally she suffocated a word: "Quick! Kill me."

This is spoken in Latin.

"Kill you? No. You turned out to be Royal Mercia? You actually speak Latin. Now, you are my woman!"

Rurik was very surprised, but Tamworth had already broken the city, this was the royal city, and the nobles of the royal family should have suffered the suffering of the country's subjugation.

But the fact that he can get a princess who speaks Latin really makes him different. He still doubted the identity of this woman at the beginning, but all the priests said bluntly that this woman Mary is King Wigraf's beloved daughter, and the priest also said that the king treated his daughter. Love is the ultimate.

There seems to be something in the words here? Rurik felt that some of the priest's eyes seemed to be contemptuous when he described it. No problem, it is not appropriate to expect Viking conquerors to wag their tails like pugs.

Another priest described that many years ago the bathing king of Wessex had obtained Mercia's surrender. At that time, he also mentioned a marriage request. Wiglav refused on the grounds that his daughter was too young.

She was only fourteen years old, the younger sister of Bot Woolf who died in battle.

She is pampered and graceful, and her appearance is far better than ordinary peasant girls. He can speak Latin and must have received a good education. As the prince and daughter of the subjugated country, she still wants to die, it seems that this woman is not mediocre.

A poor prince was just a small noise about the whole war, and Rurik was not in the mood to deal with the matter of the prince Mary, and the remaining ninety-nine women sent by his father-in-law Magnut were also under control.

There is one big thing that Rurik must do himself, and that is to find Tamworth's granary.

Balmerk's army first walked across the Slope of Flesh, and then began to be ordered to remove the debris from the city gate.

More than two hundred strong men worked together and spent a lot of time, the closed wooden door was opened, and the long-awaited army broke in.

They started looting, looking for all kinds of useful things.

Biyuni and his men rushed straight to the palace, looking for a warehouse for storing gold and silver. The monastery is another key looted place, where gold and silver vessels were looted.

The Balmerks are enjoying the pleasure of making a fortune, while Rurik and his people have a different attitude.

Thirty two-wheeled trolleys became the best transport vehicles. Brothers Rurik and Arik brought more than 300 people into the city.

"There are still many war relics here, all of which are done by our arrows." Arik admired the twists and turns of the streets, and the feathers of arrows like ears of wheat can be seen everywhere.

"Let the brothers collect arrows, we will need them later."

"Yeah. But I still want to get some gold, brother, you are so kind to the Balmerks, you don't let us plunder."

"It's just gold and silver?" Liu Lik said with a wooden face, "In my opinion, wheat is the most meaningful. Gold and silver can't be eaten. Our hometown has a large population. If we can't get enough wheat, everyone will be hungry. "

"But we obviously grabbed a lot of wheat."

"Not enough! When you are hungry, you never complain about too much wheat."

"Oh? Are you ridiculing that I am full now?" Arik smiled again. "Forget it, I still listen to you."

The granary is in the inner city of Tamworth, which is an inner castle. When the city's defenses completely collapsed, the door was opened wide.

Rurik quickly found the granary. The stone buildings had piles of hemp pockets, and the rooms were filled with scent of wheat.

"The Qi system makes me comfortable, I'm hungry." Arik said, his face glowing with enthusiasm.

Not only him, all the Ross fighters present were salivating.

To be honest, if the fighters can't make enough wealth, even if they don't say anything, they will feel strong dissatisfaction in their hearts.

Rurik immediately yelled: "Brothers, let's empty these granaries! All of you, go back to your hometown for 500 pounds of wheat!"

Five hundred pounds of wheat? Everyone's surprise forced Rurik to yell again, and the answer was still this.

Ordinary soldiers in Ross have only started to eat wheat in recent years. Although eating oatmeal tests people's bite force, the comfort after eating wheat is far better than eating fish. Once you have this comfort, you can't stop.

However, Rurik, who sells wheat at a reasonable price, is standing here. The limited wheat is sold in a limited amount, which actually maintains a balance in Roseburg's place. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Ordinary people can buy up to 100 pounds of wheat in a winter, even if they have a lot of money, and it is also the last year that they can buy 200 pounds of wheat throughout the year.

Five hundred pounds of wheat are enough for soldiers and their families to eat for the first half of the year! And when wheat is sold in winter, everyone can bring the money to the official sales point of the Duke of Ross to buy cheap wheat.

"When you are hungry, no one will dislike their own wheat." This statement was taken seriously by ordinary soldiers.

Rurik yelled again: "Brothers, those Balmerks don't know the deliciousness of wheat. They think it's useless, so we move all the wheat away."

Everyone yelled and started to move, and a large number of heavy sacks were thrown on the two-wheeled carts to transport them outside the city.

At first, Rurik and everyone assumed that the contents were all wheat. When there was a sack, the hemp rope was accidentally loosened, and the wheat inside rolled out. Rurik was surprised to see that the shape was different from the slender oatmeal. Of wheat grains.

"Haha! It's actually wheat!"

No one knows why his Master Rurik suddenly shouted excitedly because of the wheat grains.

Arik didn't care, but his brother leaned forward directly in front of him.

"Hey, do you treat wheat as gold?"

"This is wheat! Brother, this is better wheat than oats, the best wheat."

But Arik still didn't understand his excitement.

Rurik is indeed very excited, all because of the traditional trade in the Nordic world, the spring wheat trade is only a theory.

In this era, particularly cold-resistant spring wheat varieties could not be grown in the regions around the Baltic Sea. The wheat that existed was imported from other places, not to mention rare, and the price was naturally extremely high.

Wheat is ground into powder, steamed to make steamed buns, and roasted to make noodles.

Looking at the granary piled up like a mountain of wheat, Rurik was already dreaming about eating noodles. In fact, he knew that he could immediately make noodles with sauce with his current craftsmanship.

Rurik never underestimated the amount of wheat hoarded in King Mercia, because any sane king understood the relationship between food reserves and national stability.

The amount of wheat is beyond his imagination.

Throughout the day, the Balmerks searched for gold and silver first, then pots, pans, and cloths.

Rurik was carrying the wheat frantically.

He estimated that a bundle of sack was stuffed with a standard one hundred Roman pounds of wheat, and that it was measured by a seized balance. This is basically the case.

There is no ball bearing, and the subordinates of the roller bearing are unable to miniaturize. These two-wheeled vehicles are all hard-contact bearings, relying on a large amount of grease to relieve friction.

A car with 15 sacks of wheat is already a bit reluctant, but there is still a car that was directly crushed because of the pile of 200 sacks.

Rurik had to maintain the efficiency of a truck to transport 1,500 pounds to transport grain to the camp, and a group of soldiers also carried a bundle of sacks all the way to the camp.

The Ross people can carry nearly 50,000 pounds of wheat at one time.

The Ross people and even the mercenaries who remained in the camp were quickly ordered to join the operation.

What kind of crazy plunder is this? Rurik sometimes felt that he was really a wicked person. The food they stored was used to supply the residents of the entire royal city, and the food was another manifestation of the wealth of the royal family.

By the time the sun went down, the Russian army had continued to carry as many as 21 times. While they are moving, the rear camp is doing simple statistics.

A cart of wheat weighs about 1,500 pounds, and 29 carts continue to transport. The continuous transportation has reached more than 600 trips, which is more than 900,000 pounds!

Another soldier carried back two thousand packs on their backs.

Even so, in the twilight, the Ross people were throwing wheat...

Many Ross people were panting and staying guarding their camp by the river outside the city. A total of one hundred and twenty female prisoners were immediately appeased by the captured Lindsay Abbey priest, and they were honestly cooking wheat for the Ross army.

They are all ordinary peasant women, and many of them are actually domestic slaves of nobles.

They saw that the king's little daughter was captured, and some people were not only heartbroken, but rather happy.

I was born as a humble servant from the beginning. Are those who are naturally noble now also serving as slaves to the barbarians?

Perhaps, serving as a servant to a barbarian is no more painful than serving as a servant to a nobleman.

It can't be said that the Ross people are kind and good people, it's not such a thing at all! They collectively committed Stockholm syndrome, cooked meals for the savages, and they were also qualified to eat wheat, and even more qualified to eat a lot of salt.

The king did not protect his people, and the barbarians were not the horrible demons described by the priest.

Those women behaved quite submissively, but their future is still unknown.

It was the Queen Mary, she was already in Rurik's camp.

She was curled up, wearing only common clothes.

Rurik cleans his body with boiling river water, and uses soap made with chrysanthemum water and honey when making it. When he cleans his whole body, he has a peculiar fragrance of flowers on his body.

He walked into the camp and saw the nervous prince.

"I heard you are Mary? The Queen Mary of Mercia?"

The girl Feihua did not deny, she stood up, clenched her fists, and whispered in Latin: "You are all evil people! You have destroyed my kingdom."

"Is this going to fight? Do you think you are a female warrior? Think fighting a boy reflects your strength?"

But this Mary still clenched her fist and struck her.

"absurd!"

Rurik tripped him with a trip, then put his knees against his waist, and his arms locked his throat.

He moved his face over again: "You can speak Latin, I need you. You are still the prince of Mercia, and I, the Duke of Ross. Your father's kingdom stupidly chooses war, and I follow Northumbria's He agreed to use troops to attack. All this is your father's fault, and you have to pay for your father's stupidity."

"He... he's just a bastard!" She barked her teeth and growled.

Rurik was a little surprised: "You? Are you insulting your father?"

The Queen Mary choked silently, then asked: "What do you want to do to me? You, obviously just a child, dare to call yourself a duke."

"Of course I am the Duke of Ross. You are only two years older than me. I want you to be my woman. I am a kind person."

"You... is kindness? What is the difference between you and those villains now? You men are all villains! Besides, you are obviously a child, an arrogant child."

"Really? I heard you taunting me. You said that a man can stand this kind of taunting?" Rurik smiled, "I will tell you to see now..."

That night, the guards on guard heard the woman's scream, the voice was special, and they knew what was happening in the camp.

It just so happened that Arik returned with his exhausted body. He took the brothers to take advantage of the chaos and robbed him, and he could reach some worthless pots and pans. He just wanted to tell the old man that he had moved the granary clean, and he opened the curtain with a smile when he heard the movement of the old man's camp.

"Yo! You guys are good at it."

Rurik was taken aback and angrily, "You! Brother! Pull the curtains!"

"Alright. You kid conquered a prince? You are indeed a man." Arik shook his head, and the curtain was also covered.

After a while, the Queen Mary gasped and murmured, "I am a miserable toy, and I don't care if you are with your brother. I am a humble woman."

"Why self-derogatory, I still want to be one of my wives, you give birth to me a little nobleman, to fight for the power of Britain for me."

"You...you are obviously a boy, how can you have the ambition of a hungry wolf.... I am a lowly prince, a plaything. I am not worthy."

Rurik has actually heard that this so-called noble Mary still has many stories in Mercia's court.

"Since you are a plaything. Then be my personal plaything. I want to take you away."

This night, the prince was tossed out of strength. Leurik was extremely surprised. After the early morning, Mary's temperament changed drastically, without the hostility that she had shown yesterday, but as meek as a lamb.

She murmured: "You... are more like a man than my father. You are Rurik of Ross. If the secret between me and my father and brother is revealed, the priest will hang me. You... Maybe you can really help. I."

"Oh? Could it be that you and your father..."

How loud this unspeakable thing was, Mary dragged her somewhat numb leg closer to Rurik, whispering in Latin.

"Is that so? I already guessed it."

Mary was full of tears and pleaded again: "Either you kill me or you take me away. I never want to come to this cursed Tamworth again."

Rurik nodded. Although things are very bizarre up to now, he does develop a desire for protection. Of course, for reasons of reason, this woman understands Latin, and she can teach it to others. This is her greatest value!

Rurik walked out of the camp, and when everyone saw that Mary was holding her arm, she was staggering, and they knew what had happened at first sight.

That is why the Ross soldiers chewed their tongues like they heard and heard. The so-called Lord Duke was surrendered by the Messiah prince, and the Duke's concubine room had increased.

Rurik also didn't shy away. He brought the prince and daughter Mary, who had changed her mind, to the parliament with the family chiefs of the Balmerks, Magnut and others who had completed the preliminary plunder.

Rurik's appearance is really surprising.

Magnuth smiled casually haha: "It seems that you like the gift I gave you."

"Yes, I like this pet very much."

Rurik used the word "pet" in particular, which made everyone laugh.

He used this term deliberately, or the Queen Mary gave her own identity in the same way.

"Friends." Rurik said again, "you should all be rich. What do you plan to do in the future?"

As soon as the voice fell, someone shouted to return to York to prepare for the winter.

Magnuth shook his head: "We have won. In my opinion, the Northumbrians have not yet arrived, and King Mercia has not yet been caught. It is obviously inappropriate for us to leave. I... still want to defeat Mercia completely. Kingdom Army. As you all know, I am old and I want to continue to have the glory of victory. I think you also want victory."

"I have the same intention. King Mercia is a villain, I want to kill him! His army must also be defeated completely." Rurik gritted his teeth when he said this.

"Hate to the enemy? Very good." Marconut said.

"Yes! Now I have a hatred for that Wiglav. I plan to wait for the Northumbrian, my chief guard has not returned? Besides, you and I need time to count, seize, and ship."

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"I propose that I wait for them for three days, and they will definitely arrive in three days." Rurik said, "We also have to prepare for battle. In case Mercia's reinforcements arrive, we have to fight them. So yours Don't be hollowed out by those women."

Rurik was serious and everyone laughed. For example, Biyuni also yelled, "You also have to take care, don't be hollowed out by your new woman. You kid, you have to save your energy and go back to take care of my good sister." ."

The values and chastity of the Vikings are indeed peculiar or very open. Rlik knows that these are all concepts forced under extreme circumstances. Rlik has now followed the locals.

He nodded and said: "I want to feed the captives, let them clean the battlefield, cook and wash us. Our coalition forces are rejuvenated and regained strength. I always have a hunch that we and Mercia will have a decisive battle. The battle. Even if we destroy their royal city, the battle will continue."

Magnu nodded characteristically, and then looked at the brothers present: "The climate here is even warmer than Northumbria. We have to have a battle with them, defeat them, and make room for us Balmerks to survive. "