A good horse was carrying the goods that were also covered. It was a group of living people. They were all female prisoners. No matter their age, they were all tied to the horse's back with ropes.

Guys who take captives to be slaves, the Pechenegs do too much on the steppe.

This is the first time that the Slavs have been arrested on such a large scale. As usual, they tied some ropes that were difficult to untangle according to the craftsmanship on the steppe. Two female prisoners were seated on a good horse, with ropes tied around each other's necks and their ankles tied together. A single captive may succeed in escaping, but two captives are tied together, making their movement extremely difficult and escaping nearly impossible.

Their mouths were stuffed into cloth **** and tied with ropes, only to be untied when eating.

Just by looking at the movement of the sun, they realized they were all the way north!

The Mickey women who have been in the jungle for so long have never seen the outside world, and the energy of the world they know is the territory of the Crevicians. The Kievs are Krivicians, the Smolensks are even more Krivicians, and there are even Mrs. Pskov, who vaguely heard the name, all of them are Krivicians.

A large group of warriors on horseback attacked the village and slaughtered everywhere, and the large number of cavalry were indeed short, dark-haired and flat-faced...human beings.

Yes, they have never seen such a person, and it is not even easy to understand this group of Pecheneg people in Kagan as human beings.

Because the scary brown bear can also stand up, it looks like a human figure at first glance.

A warrior on horseback is more ferocious than a bear!

After the initial panic is over, the captured La Mickey woman has given up in desperate desperation. The only thing they are grateful for is that they have not been violated, but the current situation is so desperate, they once did not know where the future is. When they were escorted to Kiev, they thought they were going to be wives to local men. At least the Krivic people in Kiev are not unfamiliar, and they can basically understand each other, but the Kiev people are clearly the attackers.

Hatred and resentment were written on the faces of these women, but they soon learned that their destination was to be sold as goods to the Varyags in the extreme north.

Poor La Mickeys, when most of the Slavic tribes already knew about the existence of the Varyags, they didn't know anything about it.

The road to the north was full of locations, and this group of women felt extremely strange. They were still tied up, but covered with a lot of clothes. They soon heard the attacker's preaching: "You are the goods sold to the Varyag people. If you freeze to death, it will be our loss. You better be honest, so that you can stay alive."

The instinct of survival completely overwhelmed the hatred, and the attackers "rewarded" the porridge and eat it, and some rare cheese.

At least on the last trip north, after the Mickey female prisoner who had been caught in this way, she no longer resisted. In a sense, it was like a simple cargo without life, at the mercy of the combined armed merchant group of Pecheneg-Kiev.

Until a new batch of prisoners was escorted into the team.

The new women are prisoners of war from Smolensk! Kiev and they are not all Krivicians, why should they kill each other?

The women in Smolensk were injured one after another. Obviously, they all experienced firm resistance and were eventually defeated and captured. They completely lost the ability to resist, and many threatened them with hunger strikes during their final trip north.

After some women were removed from their mouths, they shouted, "You are all cubs born by a she-wolf! It's more disgusting than feces! You and the Slavene people in the north (referring to Novgoros) Residents of Germany) are all inferior bastards. You have to sell us to them, and God will send down thunder to punish you..."

The woman cried and cursed with a sad face. Although Kagan didn't understand these dialects very well, just by looking at the emotions of those women, he knew that it was vicious abuse.

Until, he asked clearly what the women in Macsakyi were scolding.

"She said, we are all wolves born from a mother wolf."

Sackey actually wanted to go on, but unexpectedly, the word "wolf cub" caused Kagan to be furious.

Why is he furious? It is precisely because cattle and sheep on the grassland are the assets that the herdsmen depend on for a living. When the grassland wolves enter the sheepfold, these evil beasts often kill all the sheep without eating meat, and finally the herdsmen starve to death. Calling someone a "wolf cub" is a very serious insult.

"Looks like Liwei is needed." Kagan picked up his steel sword and was about to slash Liwei who was scolding.

Unexpectedly, Beyahir, the little princess of the Pecheneg Khanate, stopped her brother.

"Brother! This is a humiliation to our entire clan! Killing a female prisoner will make you humiliated. I don't want you to bear some infamy after being a khan." Her eyes were full of anger.

"But. You don't have to do this, sister, father Khan and I are going to marry you to Ros Khan (referring to Rurik), in fact, we hope that you can stay away from killing, and you should feel at ease as a happy and peaceful noble."

She knew that this was the kindness of her father and brother, but it was not her own desire.

"Forget it! I heard that the Rus are more vicious than our Pechenegs. Your Rus brother doesn't want his concubine to be really weak. Besides, I was never a weak woman!"

The executioner was Bejahir, who deliberately showed her woman's face in front of all the female prisoners. She has very complex black tresses, and even though her flat face is very different from that of a Slavic woman with a high nose and a deep nose, the captors can tell that she is a very young woman.

The abuse of the Smolensk woman is very reasonable, but the Pechenegs are never soft persimmons, and their female warriors are equally awe-inspiring to the enemy.

Bejahir is by no means a cruel khanate princess, she hopes to be recognized by all relatives and allied nobles as a qualified female warrior.

She had never killed anyone, and everything had to have a beginning.

Although very crazy, Kagan shouted subconsciously when he heard his sister's suggestion: "You are crazy! I won't let you take risks!"

The girl maintained absolute composure and rationality, and said bluntly: "I heard that my future man, Rurik of Ross, was only eight or nine years old, and he had already commanded the army to fight. I call myself a female soldier, and now No record."

"So you just want to do a play that could kill you? It's a prisoner, not a warrior at all." Kagan exclaimed absurd.

Bejahir's attitude was firm: "I can turn her into a warrior and fight with me. I've made up my mind. Brother, I don't want to marry a noble and just be a mother like other sisters. I heard that before. Rurik of Ross didn't want me to marry him, last year he agreed, which shows he has me in his heart. You said Rurik was a great warrior with golden hair, and I... had to be a warrior before worthy of him."

Of course, she also hopes to marry an excellent man. In the past, nobles from allied tribes came to propose marriage in person. Father Khan temporarily put it off for various reasons, but he refused to marry a daughter without saying anything.

She has seen the poor moral character of some noble boys, and it is exactly like this. In her dreams, she hopes that her "Prince Charming" will point to her face and say, "I appreciate you and want you."

Who is Rurik? The elder brother will not lie to his younger sister.

Besides, the eldest brother made it very clear that the country where he married was the "Russ Khanate", and Rurik was the "Khan". Pecheneg can only have one khan, and that is his own father! Marrying oneself to Ross, that is to marry a very noble aristocrat, is it that those small aristocrats of the allied tribes are worthy of comparison?

Kagan couldn't beat his sister, and the abusive captive had to be executed as an example.

"Then do it! Remember to do it neatly! I and the other fighters will help you when necessary."

"No need!" Bejahir said firmly, "This is my battle, I don't want you to interfere!"

It was the evening when the cavalry began to camp, the prisoners sat on the ground at will, their ropes continued to be tied until the meal, and now they would all enjoy a brutal duel.

It was the female prisoner who scolded the sky. Her scolding was actually asking for a quick death. She was really resentful, and she also hoped to die early so that the rest of her life would not fall into the hands of the northerners and be tortured.

Something incredible happened! The ropes all over her body were untied, a small round shield was thrown on the ground, and a genuine Ross steel sword slammed into the dirt in front of her.

Macsakey had never seen a Pecheneg woman fight like a male warrior in her life, not to mention the Khan's youngest daughter. He silently sighed that these prairie people were really wild, like the wind that swept across the prairie.

This is Bejahir's decision, and Kagan now supports his sister in this duel.

According to the rhetoric negotiated in advance, Sakey said clearly after giving the unbound female prisoner the sword and shield: "You don't need to abuse anymore. Now I'll give you a chance to fight that woman as a warrior. As long as you kill her, we'll let you go, and you're allowed to bring some food and a short spear to get out of here!"

Hearing that, the female prisoner was completely shaken. She still felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't make up her mind for a while.

Sakey said again: "You can give up, and you will be a slave in the future. As long as you fight now, as long as you win, you will be free."

The woman was shocked: "Can you swear?"

"I swear. The sword is here, you can figure it out..." After that, Sackey exited the scene.

The soldiers surrounded a battle arena, and watched the female prisoner take up the sword and shield. The prolonged binding made her limbs slack, and her physical strength was limited even in a semi-starved state. Although the disadvantage is slow, facing the only chance to escape, she decided to fight hard, so that if she died, she would be considered dead.

On the other side, Bejahir, her free and easy complex braids were flying under the flames of the bonfire, and the gold and silver jewelry purchased from Rose dangling on her body was extremely magnificent.

She didn't even wear leather armor this time, and went into battle with no armor.

She does not have any experience in killing enemies, but she has relatively rich experience in slaughtering cattle and sheep. She has also personally visited the battlefield after the war, and she is completely immune to corpses.

In any case, this is the first duel in the life of self-chosen, even if this matter is very hasty, it is a duel of life and death for myself.

Bejasil has always been impressed by the excellence of the Ross steel sword. She tapped the round shield of her left arm with the back of the sword, and roared with a high-pitched voice to strengthen herself.

The duel of the two women has begun!

I saw that the female prisoner held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and rushed towards Bejahir while shouting. She showed no tactical flaws, and completely attacked with her own grief and brute force.

But he saw Bejahir dexterously jump sideways, dodging the female prisoner's stab, and stabbed her calf with a steel sword.

In the first round of fierce battle, Bejasil did not kill this person neatly, and she wanted to make this rhetoric person suffer from flesh and blood first. In fact, she was really hesitant. She could have stabbed the enemy directly in the back, but she still cut his leg with a light hand.

The female prisoner was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching her injured calf, and shouting loudly when she saw the blood on her hand.

After a while, he stood up bravely.

This scene really surprised Bejahir, his enemy was really reckless, and he still stood up and continued to fight as soon as he was injured. The bravery of the enemy made her unable to hesitate! Bejasil charged up to meet the female prisoner's sword, used her shield to push away the sword's edge, and slammed the sword into the enemy's waist with the sword in her right hand.

Seeing the enemy collapsed and spitting blood, Bejasil closed his eyes and saw that the last sword stabbed the enemy in the heart.

Every soldier has to go through this. At that time, Rurik hesitated to kill the sacrificed reindeer at the altar, and he also hesitated to execute the first prisoner himself. He's been through a tough psychological journey, and now what? In the Viking world, Rurik, the ruler of Rus, has long been nicknamed "the slaughterer".

My sister, Beyahir, has become a real Jurchen! The little princess of the Pecheneg Khanate killed the enemy in a private duel!

Although the strength of the two sides in this duel was not equal, what Bejasil killed was also the "female warrior of Smolensk" in the true sense.

She didn't have the joy of winning, beheading the enemy for the first time, her heart was beating wildly, and it was still difficult to be comforted after being supported by her own brother Kagan.

Kagan didn't ask anything, just comforted: "Take a rest first. This is the first time. Since you chose this path, you will calm down later."

After all, he tapped his sister on the shoulder again and pointed out, "I really didn't tell you something."

"Yes... what is it?" Bejahir shivered and turned her head.

"They, the Rus and other Varyags, also believed in some female gods of war, which are said to be called Valkyries. Many of Rurik's wives and concubines were female warriors. They were beautiful, but they also killed many enemies."

"Is that so?!"

"You make me very proud now. Sister, you have to tell Rurik that you are indeed a female Pecheneg warrior, and he loves you the same way."

The killed Smolensk female prisoner belonged to the defeated and killed. The Pechenegs dug a pit on the spot and buried her body as a courtesy to a soldier.

All the captives witnessed the normal duel, and death was right in front of them. They immediately became completely quiet, and they didn't even dare to whisper.

The real life-and-death fight is by no means three hundred rounds of battle, especially in cavalry battles, whoever has the first-mover advantage is often the winner. Bejahir ended the duel in just two rounds, and it wasn't exciting but it was a real fight.

That night, Bejahir unsurprisingly had a dream of killing.

She dreamed of marrying Ross herself, and she could be as happy as a grassland, at least, commanding a cavalry force composed entirely of women to fight against the enemy. The dream is very trivial. She also dreamed that she and Rurik had given birth to many boys. Each boy suddenly grew up and became a splendid cavalry general, and then commanded the overwhelming cavalry army to sweep through the ancient enemy Khazar Khanate. The Romans made a fortune in their lands...

Wake up, it's dawn.

She opened her eyes and let out a silent cry from the depths of her soul. Beginning today, the female warrior Bejasil is born!

She didn't think so either. She told her eldest brother Kagan about her incomplete dream, focusing on two awakenings: "I dreamed that I commanded a thousand cavalry to fight, and I also dreamed that Rurik and I had many boys, These children have all gone into battle as commanders of the cavalry army."

Kagan was deeply awakened by his sister's dream, and he subconsciously stroked his sister's forehead and pulled her braid: "I thought you would have nightmares, but it seems that you have really become a warrior. These dreams are not accidental, I'm afraid God is giving you revelation."

Hearing that, Bejahir was taken aback.

I can't even think about this matter. Kagan thought about this idea and stood up abruptly, and then slapped his forehead fiercely: "Yes! It must be like this! It's all fate!"

The people of this era were all superstitious. Regarding Kagan, he felt that Tengger was in charge of the people of the steppe, and Odin was in charge of the people of the north. They were all great gods. Kagan heard a lot of legends during Ross's life, especially Rurik's identity "blessed by Odin", and Ruth's high priest Rumia "identity by Odin's grace", he believed it and dared not question it.

The cavalry has passed the marshland ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and is marching on the hard ground on the banks of the so-called Lovady River. In principle, this is already the control area of the Rus, so it is also controlled by the gods of Rus?

So my sister's dream...

All figured out!

Kagan sat down abruptly again, pressing his hands on his sister's shoulders, causing Bejahir to ache. "It's all destiny!" he said.

"Brother...you..."

"Your dream is not strange. When you arrive in Rus, I will tell Rurik personally about your dream. This is a divine revelation given to you by the gods of the Rus. You must obey the will of the gods, and you will command a cavalry in Rus. You're the commander-in-chief, troop. Listen, I'll convince Rurik to agree. You have to be a female general, and that's the last big thing I can do for you, your brother."

Bejahir didn't expect the eldest brother to be so excited, so he nodded, and smiled to cover up the embarrassment.

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