Novgorod welcomed their king back, and Rurik stood here again.

When the king returned, all the talk of the war came true. The country will start a war, and any talented men and women should contribute to the war!

The young cavalry warriors were dressed in full clothes, and even their mounts were covered with gorgeous "sheets".

Turkic barbarian horses are not particularly tall, and they are better than cold-resistant and high-endurance. The young cavalry mounted it, holding a lance and looking majestic. The tall bearskin hats and leather cloaks they wore, and the leather boots that looked shiny in the sun, made them look like Cossack cavalry soldiers. If they were still carrying muskets, it really meant that.

Too advanced weapons they do not have yet, but half of them are equipped with recurve bows. Regardless of the level of the soldier's riding and archery skills, at least there is no problem in throwing arrows on horseback against group-type enemies. That's enough.

They are the most mobile troops on the land of the Rus Kingdom, and they are also the troops that will be vigorously developed in the future.

That's why the returning Rurik gave priority to the cavalry.

Novgorod was a sea of joy, and the Slavs greeted their kings, queens and princes. Rurik then deliberately rode a horse with a golden crown on his head and swaggered through the city of Novgorod, so that thousands of people could see his honor.

He was immersed in the cheers of the people, and the whole city was as lively as a festival.

The joy came to an end for a while, and the cavalrymen under review continued their affairs. Rurik returned to his palace to hear what happened recently to Medvedt, the local governor and uncle of the country.

Rurik sat casually on an open polar bear skin, the eyes of the bear's head were gouged out, and the ferocious fangs opened wide and vowed to swallow some.

Medwight saw his brother-in-law of the king goodbye, unloading his gorgeous Rurik and sitting on the bearskin, the interior was warm, so he wore only a long and elegant white body, his golden ponytail was the same, and the golden laurel crown on the top of his head Never want to take it off.

"You're here, it's just you and me here, you don't have to be polite, just do it."

"okay."

Speaking of Medvedt, he had something to report to Rurik. Especially now, there is something very important that must be said in advance. As soon as he sat down, he said: "There is one thing now, our prairie friends, they have been late for some things, but they have arrived at New Ostara safely now. Now that you are back, they will also set off to come. ."

"Is it Kagan and the others?"

"Exactly."

"I almost ignored you if you didn't say it. They must be selling horses this time? It's a beautiful thing."

"That's right. Carlotta met them first, and the messenger said that Carlota himself would come to Novgorod someday with the child."

Rurik nodded: "Then let them come together. I am very concerned about Kagan and his party, you... should know the list of their trafficking goods."

"The letter delivered by the messenger has an explanation..." That's all, Medved introduced.

"Very good. Good horses, recurve bows, these are urgently needed combat supplies for our army. As for the dairy products they traffic, they are nothing. I will wait for them here. You... Then report other things. Tell me, combat readiness. How's it going."

"As ordered."

Medved immediately introduced it. According to him, the current Slavic flag team in the army is 800 people. In fact, if the king intends, there is no problem in expanding the army to 8,000 people. According to past experience, all the battles that Rurik led personally were victorious, and the soldiers who participated in the battles, regardless of their ethnicity, could get trophies and honors.

War has become a shortcut to improve life. Men who are eager to get more loot are no longer particularly worried about death. First, if they are injured, there is a high probability of saving their lives with some medicinal treatment. Second, even if they die in battle, they will His wife and children can also receive pensions. Especially for a man who died in battle, his sons were raised directly by the king, and when they grew up, they took over the social status of their father who died in battle.

In this era, people's attitude towards death is always flat, because any life is difficult, and it is a blessing to live to old age. Be like a fire, glowing with limited vitality, and create a better life for your descendants. Living conditions are now much better than ever, and poor Slavic peasants are finally beginning to enjoy simple happiness, as if they had a piece of honey, they now want more.

Medvedt's claim to have 8,000 people is not absurd.

According to traditional standards, a wooden stick is inserted into the spear, and a man holding this short spear is considered a warrior. Is this a soldier? Then it is possible to gather 20,000 or even 30,000 troops in the area around Lake Ilmen.

He is by no means nonsense, but according to the fish scale book, he can provide quite detailed data on the males of various farms in the region.

"Is there really eight thousand strong men?" Rurik asked involuntarily.

"Indeed, the data we have obtained is accurate. How many men are between the ages of twelve and fifty, and how many are strong men between the ages of fifteen and thirty. You can check the documents for yourself. "

As if to say that the matter was thrown to Rurik himself, he waved his hand: "I believe, there is no need to see it in person."

"So"

"Now you go on with your work, select five hundred veterans from the flag team, and then go and recruit five hundred new soldiers, a total of one thousand, which is the strength of the Slav army in this year's war. You have to train them all as spearmen. , form a hedgehog-like array, and you know how to do it."

"Yes! It's just." Medwait has always had great concerns about this: "I'm just worried that if a thousand strong men leave at once, what will happen to the spring ploughing?"

"This is not a problem. For you, after the spring ploughing is over, the big ship will leave Novgorod with the army. Maybe you may not be able to join the early battle, but I need a large number of follow-up troops for the later conquest. At this time, your troops It's the key to the final victory. You also have to pay attention, and make sure to pick a man who is not very seasick."

"As ordered."

A stone in my heart was put down, but Medvedt was still surprised by the king's preparations. Only the Slavs sent a thousand troops, how many other ethnic groups sent troops? Since the war to conquer Jotaland was a joint action of various forces in the entire kingdom, could the total strength of the kingdom be 5,000?

Medwait guessed seven, seven, eight, eight. Of course, commanding an ancient army is definitely not the more the better. The strength, combat effectiveness, and logistics must reach a balance with each other. It is theoretically possible to really gather a force of 5,000 people. Of course, this is based on the fact that the king does not have to be responsible for the military logistics of the group of lords in Sweden.

Rurik continued to wait, he did not wait too long.

While waiting for people from the south such as Carlota and Kagan to come to see him, he also sent a group of messengers to convey the news of the gathering and meeting to the submissive Slavic farm Boyars.

Finally, a large-scale horse team arrived in Novgorod safely in the snow.

Rurik was wearing a holy garb with a gold crown on his head and sunglasses, and his appearance was a bit funny, but this appearance was particularly iconic.

After a year, Kagan felt that his Rurik brothers were stronger, but he was too thin as the son of the grassland. Holding the reins, he rode his horse toward his sister.

"Bjahir..."

"Ok?"

"Have you seen the tall man in front who was guarded by many warriors?"

"I see. He...has huge black eyes."

"Silly girl, those are the sunglasses of the Russ, just like the ones I wear now, to protect my eyes from being blinded by the snow. That's Rurik, your man."

"It's really him?" Bejahir actually had a hunch, she was surprised that a man could be as tall as a hill, with golden hair and beard, and now being pointed out by her brother, it was actually true.

She suddenly had a worry: "I want to be his woman. Am I too young?"

"You're not too young."

"No! I mean..." Bejahir didn't say any more, Kagan heard what his sister said, and immediately reassured: "You have an advantage."

"What is it?"

"I've had blood with Rurik after all, and I know what he likes. Your face and your body will surely be liked by him. I don't know why he does this, but he does like it."

Bejahir wears a huge fluffy hat, making her head look small. Her stature is not short among the women in the grasslands. She arrived at New Ostara to compare with the local female ruler Carlota to know her shortness. Now that she sees the real Ross warrior and Ross Khan himself, she is Really became a dwarf.

Rurik saw Kagan's interesting mustache, and he took off his sunglasses to show his face.

Behold! Those bright azure blue eyes, those deep eyes and angular face, and perhaps the most exquisitely trimmed, good northern lion.

Bayahir had never seen such a man, and instinctively felt that he was a real strong man.

Kagan and his sister got off the horse, and the two of them saw Carlotta, who was sitting on a deer sleigh holding his son, and rushed straight to Rurik as soon as he got off the sleigh.

Rurik was also very interesting at this time, he lifted Carl high, and put his arms around him and gave him a hard kiss. As a father facing many children, it is impossible to make the father's love evenly exposed. Karl, as a sidekick, was destined to not get much fatherly love, and taking this opportunity, Rurik had to make up for him as much as possible.

Watching her husband and son play intimately, Carlotta seemed to be holding a jar of honey in her mouth.

Carl was put on the ground, and the little boy swiftly hugged his father's thigh.

"He likes you so much."

"I can see that Carl is not too young, and I will pick him up in a few years. This is my son, and I will be with the princes, and I will teach them a lot myself."

"That would be great. Rurik, look at me, and the cavalry behind me. I have been carrying out the task you gave me." Carlotta opened her arms to show, she was taken by Rurik He pulled it into his arms suddenly, kissed his cheek, and whispered, "It's rare for you to come here, we must get together."

She really knew the true meaning of "getting together", not to mention how happy she was.

She also has self-knowledge, and there is another protagonist for the time being. Seeing this, she pulls her son Carl to the side.

Kagan took her sister's hand as she walked on the stomped snow, and looking at Bejahir, she took off her hat to reveal her gorgeous and intricate tresses, and then saluted Rurik.

"She? Who is she? What a pretty girl."

Kagan grinned, "Brother, did you forget. She is my sister Bejahir, and from now on... is your wife."

"So it's her? It's so beautiful."

Rurik immediately stretched out his right hand, lifted the girl's chin, and examined her face. He managed to avoid the girl's look, but this time it was Bejahir who was being looked at in embarrassment.

To be fair, this young Pecheneg noblewoman does not have big bright eyes, her eyes are even a little small, but fortunately, they look quite harmonious compared to the whole face. She has the face of an oriental or oriental prairie person. Xiaojiabiyu is definitely not to mention. She has a rough and unrestrained beauty, and there is something special in her eyes.

Rurik could guess what it was, he knew it but didn't say it.

"Your age? Your name."

A strangely accented Turkic Pecheneg dialect Rurik blurted out, which surprised Bejahir.

I saw her nervously explaining her age, her noble status, and even her noble name.

"Bejahir? I heard your brother tell you about you. Marry me now, do you really want to?"

As a party to a political marriage, there is no room for personal opinions, but now, Beja Hill feels the tenderness of this man. She is destined not to enjoy the favor of this tall and strong man alone, at least not to be ignored by him.

Indeed, from Rurik's standpoint, some soft parts of his soul were deeply touched by Bejahir's face.

This is her own personal preference, but her brother, the next Pecheneg Khan, is here. As the king of Ross, he showed his love for Bejahir for the first time. For Pecheneg, he released a huge of goodwill.

"I do. You, I'm meant to be... man," she said.

Rurik nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at Kagan again: "I want her! Kagan, I will treat your sister well. I know your habits, Bejahir must have the status of a concubine with me."

"That's good." Kagan nodded, knowing that the Rurik brothers wouldn't be fooling around.

In Rus's court system, the king's women are divided into four or three levels. The high priest of Ross was the king's first woman, and although not a queen, she was of the same rank as a queen, and this was only Rurik's personal preference. The second-class woman than these two female nobles is the concubine, and the Pecheneg people understand this. The Carlotta that Kagan knows is the "big concubine" level, and there are currently only five concubines in the entire Ross.

And the last, "the khan's favored slave," as Kagan understood and did. The original identities of the ten maids were the ten maids selected by Otto for his son, and their identities were slaves. Female slaves are favored by the monarch, and their mothers will rise to the top with their children, and the status of their descendants will not be very high.

Her sister Bejahir has the status of a "concubine", which is a rule. She will be the sixth concubine, and Kagan is quite satisfied.

He was afraid that there were variables, and he was more anxious than the parties concerned about his sister's marriage.

"Brother Rurik, I'll give you my sister, and you should hurry up and hold a wedding."

"In a hurry?" Rurik was taken aback.

"Yes. This is a major mission that my father Khan gave me, brother, Bejahir also admires you very much, but don't make her sad."

Hearing that, Rurik looked down at the little woman beside him again, and he could indeed see her tenderness.

"Yes, but not today. Let's wait two or three days for your sister to prepare well, and I will also publicize it to the entire Novgorod people! Brother Kagan, I see that you have brought a large number of horses and also There are... friends from Kiev. This king is very happy, and I will give you delicious meals, baths and warm accommodation to wash away your fatigue."

Now that he has been nicknamed "April Bull" in the folk, and has more women around him, Rurik has completely ignored the vulgar praise of the people.

If you want to marry Pecheneg noble Bejahir, you have to do it a bit more grandly, and let her marry in a glorious way. As the daughter of the grassland, facing the tall city walls of Novgorod, she seems too small, but she needs a little time to adapt to the new life.

Regarding the purchase of a large number of commodities and materials brought by the Pecheneg-Kiev Armed Merchant Group, this matter can be put aside. Rurik also saw some women who were obviously dressed up, and their hands were tied to prove that they were not the maids brought by Carlota, and that some of the goods were women who had been kidnapped by armed merchants on the way.

There was only a small banquet tonight, and after Rurik had a drink, he was busy chatting rudely with Kagan and Sackey.

The times gave Mako Sakyi a great opportunity. He personally drank a lot of spirits, and he tore his shirt to pieces because of the heat, revealing his brown-yellow heart-protecting hair. He exclaimed dazedly, "Me! A man who sells horses... Soon I'll be Kiev's... Kiev's khan. Well... Kiev's past. Rurik! You... the king of Rus. You're a King...I'm also a king. Let's join forces later! Bring the Kagan brothers in. Let the three of us work together to destroy Smolensk. Do you know, those guys have been planning to attack you. I heard a runaway traitor is secretly Recruitment, what is it called... The guy called Vadim is going to attack you..." Then there was an unexplained murmur.

Rurik's listeners were intentional. At first, he really thought that this guy was drunk and crazy, but later he felt that the matter was more important.

Kagan continued to murmur for a while, but his words were quite sharp: "You will have your own Princess Carlotta tonight. She... has investigated a lot of things, you can ask her about anything. "

This night, Carlotta finally got the opportunity to enjoy his own man.

Rurik is also very interesting, because Carlota is not only a wife and concubine, but also a trusted female general. What's more, as a woman, she is now in her most attractive years.

Of course one Carl is not enough, she has to give birth to more. However, based on past experience, maybe Carlota was weak during the downturn due to his experience of fleeing in his early years, and it was not easy to have children, so he had to try a lot.

This time, Carlotta got a big catharsis, and also took the opportunity to report to his man.

In particular, pointing out the traitor Vadim, and admitting mistakes.

She is indeed shrewd, her man has already vented, and now she is curled up like a caught lamb, which greatly satisfies Rurik's desire to conquer.

So what is there to be angry with in the face of your own woman?

"They brought eighty slaves, and you took most of them and left me with a dozen or so handsome? Well, forgive you. These women happened to be sold to Medved, and that guy helped me hunt people around in the forest. Immigrants are suffering, and I have to reward him."

"Okay. I just want to tell you that dozens of other women are now my Ostara clan, they will give birth to many boys, and they will be cavalry for you in the future. I... I am all of them. You... my clansmen are also loyal to you." She laughed, scratching Rurik in a good mood.

The traitor Vadim fled to Smolensk and waited for an opportunity to counterattack. He joined all the Smolensk people to attack Rus north. Isn't this hitting a stone with an egg? Rurik didn't find Vadim's body that year, so he thought of this possibility, and the guess came true.

Things have become very delicate. Of course Ross despises those guys, that is, Ross is about to start a westward expedition, and the main force will be transferred from Eastern Europe to Scandinavia. Has the wealthy Novgorod region become empty of military forces for the enemy to potentially attack opportunities? ? This matter still needs to be considered in the long run. Since Medved arrogantly said that he can recruit 8,000 troops, then the major task of guarding has to be done by him.

Put this matter aside for a while, and now I have to do a good job in the wedding with the princess of Pecheneg Khanate Beyahir, and I will immediately negotiate this year's business with Pecheneg Prince Kagan.

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Rurik thought of a strategy~www.mtlnovel.com~ There is a saying that "the best defense is the offense", since the Slavs in Smolensk intend to smash trees and eggs to hit stones, then benevolent, send An army kills their prestige, interferes with their possible northern expedition, and can get loot by the way, right? Who will do this? I'm afraid no one is more suitable than this guy Kagan.

Is it appropriate for the prince of the Khanate to be a horse bandit? Anyway, the role they are now playing is a horse bandit. The Pechenegs are wanton sabotage in the south, and they are doing what they are doing now.

You can discuss this matter with that guy.

Rurik lay flat on his back and thought a lot, and couldn't help laughing to himself.

"What else makes you happy. Is it me?" Carlotta greeted him with a grin.

Rurik got up and pressed his face to hers...

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