Rise of Rurik

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There is a large area of ​​water in front of it, it seems like a brand new sea? Ragnar, who arrived in the far east for the first time, soon learned that this was a lake as vast as a sea.

The fleet passed through the town of Ladoga and met the men of the autumn arrest. Arik stood at the bow of the boat, and his heroic appearance was seen by many fishermen.

Most of the fishermen are soldiers of the first flag team. They have just finished the autumn harvest, and they take their families by boat to catch perch in Lake Ladoga, and then bake them directly on the shore to make hard dried fish for winter consumption. As a result, a small fishing village near the lake was thriving in a short period of time, and the perch, pike, and cod that were caught were also hung on the hemp ropes on the shore.

"These are your people too." Ragnar was surprised to hear the news of Arik.

"Naturally they are all Rus, all my brothers."

"I saw them cheering on you, obviously your prestige is very high."

"That's natural, because I'm the captain of the flag!"

Arik has attracted much attention, and many fishermen rowed their boats to come over and hear the news of the expedition with their heads held high. The fishermen also noticed that those long fleets, with a large number of strange people on them, must not all be new immigrants from Lake Mälaren, right?

The vast majority of people saw the migration of a desolate Danish tribe, but did not know their true identity.

If Ragnar did not take the initiative to reveal his identity, many people would indeed think that a new batch of immigrants from Sweden would go to Ross. After all, Ross has been digging the corner of Sweden in the prosperous Lake Mälaren all these years.

The climate is late autumn, the first snow can fall at any time, and there is often a week-long autumn rain before the snowfall.

The weather has been pretty good since today, and the most notable manifestation is that the north wind is getting stronger and stronger. This is not a good sign, I am afraid a terrible cold snap is brewing.

The north wind has a big advantage. The fleet entering the Volkhov River does not need to paddle, but only needs to control the sails, and can quickly run to the south by the wind.

The almost purely north-south direction of the Volkhov River is really conducive to autumn fishing. The boats go to Lake Ladoga to reel and drift immediately, and when they return, they set sail against the wind and head south.

The two sides of the river are already in a state of chill, the deciduous forest has fallen leaves in a large area, only the red pine and spruce still maintain the dark green of the branches and buds.

This river is quite busy, and it is precisely because of the production of hemp nets for fishing tools, whether it is various Viking immigrants or local Slavs, fishing in Lake Ladoga has become a lucrative thing. These fishermen mainly target pike and cod, which are rare in Lake Ilmen but widely abundant in Lake Ladoga, and their fatty fish oil has great appeal.

The environment ahead became open, and the forest suddenly disappeared, replaced by large areas of bare farmland.

They are indeed farmland, which Ragnar himself can easily confirm, because the high ridges divide the farmland into very regular blocks. Farmland zoning is justified, otherwise how can two men judge each other's fields? These are actually the masterpieces of the Rus. The ridges established the land as a square of comparable size. They must have a meaning in doing so.

Ragnar prefers to see the supreme ruler of the Rus sooner.

In front of them is a large wall and a pier where a large number of small boats are parked.

"That's your Novgorod?" he asked.

Arik replied simply: "Exactly. You should prepare well. I will personally inform you of your arrival. The prince will definitely be willing to see you. Please wait at the pier for you and your people."

"Okay! Hopefully I won't wait too long."

As far as the level of urban development is concerned, the whole of Warm Zinovgorod is under construction, which has caused the city to become a large construction site for a while. The initial chaos has been greatly improved, and the city has become three-dimensional. Prosperity comes to the world.

Rurik could finally give himself a rest in peace, and he stayed in the palace, with his important wives and concubines.

The eldest daughter Velika has gradually grown, and the real eldest son Regraf has been weaned and learned to walk.

The actual second son, Carl, borne by Carlotta, is also thriving.

Rurik hadn't been to Novo Rosso for several months, and when High Priest Rumia confirmed her pregnancy again and her belly had grown noticeably bigger, the messenger also completed the report.

There is no conservative etiquette that binds Rurik to create more members of the royal family, on the contrary, it is time for the rightful queen of the duchy to become a mother.

Rurik's body is currently full of fifteen years old, but according to the traditional calculation of the Rus, after the Hanukkah on the winter solstice, it is sixteen years old. Even so, his appearance is not much different from that of an adult Nordic strong man, because he eats and drinks too well in life, and although his height does not seem to reach the level of two meters, it is obvious to rush to the level of one meter nine.

It's not just him, all the wives and concubines have been very good in food and drink since they grew up, and their heights are also rapidly reaching the genetic limit.

The fact is that Rurik is not in a hurry to let his wife Svetlana be the mother to give birth to the prince or the princess of the duchy. Her father, the old Rigus, and her elder brother Medved are even more anxious. Without him, this marriage is full of politics, and it is actually a deal between two ethnic groups to win over each other.

Svetlana is indeed qualified, Rurik has long noticed that when she embraces the infant Regraf, the motherhood in her eyes is obvious.

She is only one year younger than Rurik, and she is still not a mother at her current age. The Slavic people have come out with gossip and even rude remarks. There are indeed those who are jealous, claiming that the old guy in Rigus was speculating many years ago, so that his daughter is not as good as his own. Tongue-cheers wouldn't dare say she's a "hen that doesn't lay eggs," but the claim does exist.

The prince and queen were officially united, and the union went straight to the birth of the prince.

While Rurik indulged his wife's indulgence, he did not forget Noren, who played the bone flute.

Even the ten maids appointed by his father for Rurik received a message from him that it was your turn next year.

The prince's family is expanding the number of family members. Under the effect of up and down, the entire principality has entered the most prosperous period of the year after the autumn harvest, and all families are giving birth spontaneously.

Not only human beings, but also the large livestock kept by the principality.

The reindeer herd, which has swelled to 30,000 in multiple settlements, is at the time of the annual mating season, and theoretically a large number of fawns will be born next summer.

The Principality still has to expand its strength in a special way. This expansion is no longer about madly grabbing territory, but spending huge amounts of money for internal construction.

A school for two thousand children is not enough! Novgorod should take advantage of its unique geographical location to become a safe education center and absorb tens of thousands of children to receive basic education.

To further develop a large number of handicraft industries, based on practical factors, it is necessary to build more state-run workshops.

Just like this summer, there is no need for a large-scale expedition in the Principality, and there is no expedition plan for the following winter, or even next year.

More of the wealth created by the people will be invested in construction, especially to further demand from forests for arable land and pastures for grazing, and to further develop shipping and transportation.

Therefore, in winter, he will not only stay in the palace to personally educate a small group of tomorrow's elites with more advanced knowledge, but also arrange and dispatch manpower for winter production.

Now, the fleet destined for the expedition is back!

Rurik, who got the news, hurried out of the city to greet him, and the old Ross guys, including old Otto, also happily gathered at the dock to discuss the triumph of the younger generation.

The current situation is very delicate, and even Rurik noticed that the men and women sitting on the longboat were not his own.

Rurik frowned and asked himself, "You? Who are you?"

A large number of people walked out of the city, and the river banks were full of people watching the lively. They were full of enthusiasm and smiling faces, just like attending a wedding in groups. They spontaneously took off their hats and waved them, shouting loudly, and many of their actions were to welcome the returning heroes.

When there were two big ships, how come there are only gray squirrels left?

Rurik narrowed his eyes and saw that the person standing on the deck of the Grey Squirrel was his cousin Arik? Next to him stood another young man with a beard and a strange braid, whose face was extremely unfamiliar.

"Brother! Did you recruit me a group of men who surrendered to me halfway? It's a good thing if that's the case."

Rurik muttered to himself, and when he saw the ships coming to the shore, he simply shook his neck and beckoned his cronies to come and take a look. At the same time, it was also given to Medvet's spear-wielding fighters who were temporarily in charge of the security of the location. All the short spears were laid flat to build a line of defense, so as to avoid the crowds getting too close.

At the same time, Arik had long seen that among the people who went out of the city to greet him was his lovely younger brother, the real Prince of Ross.

Among the crowd, Rurik was wrapped in a white fur coat and a white tiger fur hat with a golden ponytail slumped behind his head. This look could not be hidden at all.

"That's Prince Ross! He's wearing a polar bear fur coat, so conspicuous!" Arik had already pointed out to Ragnar.

"That's Rurik of Roth? Indeed, like a child. Neatly dressed, like a god-man from Asgard."

Part of Ragnar's polite flattery comes from feeling.

Arik smiled and patted Ragnar's back: "Brother, Rurik is indeed a god from Asgard, and he has really been blessed by Odin. I have only one major piece of advice for you."

"Speaking."

"When you talk to him, don't despise him because of his youth. There is no one wiser than him in the whole Ross."

"I will abide by this."

Ross' Rurik is full of mystery, and it's fair to say Ragnar's first impression of him was terrific.

Ships docked one after another, and the last members of the ignorant Danish Stonewall tribe landed ignorantly, and immediately stood by on the spot.

The big boats put down their rockers one after another, and Arik got off the boat with the triumphant warriors enthusiastically. He was the first to rush to his younger brother's side, congratulating the family who greeted him, and solemnly announced: "I will crusade against the Franks. A major victory in action."

Arik rubbed shoulders with his brother very affectionately, and his rough face smiled like a rough flower blooming in the snow.

If they encountered setbacks, there would be no ecstasy, and Rurik could be sure that Arik's emotions were real, as were the victories of the expedition.

So, what price did the expedition pay?

Although it was a bit out of place, Rurik still asked: "Have you paid the price? Did the brothers you brought with you have any casualties?"

"No one died, only a few unlucky men injured themselves while robbing!"

"There is such a perfect victory?"

"Of course!" Arik couldn't suppress the ecstasy at all. He beat his chest and roared Shengwei like a gorilla, and said arrogantly, "Brother, you can't imagine how much victory we have achieved. Lemme is on fire."

"You?" Rurik's eyes stared like copper bells, "I ordered you to attack Bremen in revenge, thinking that you had grabbed a lot of wheat and wool and then retreated. You actually attacked the city? After breaking the city, it burned City."

"And even killed five thousand Franks, enough to avenge Hezeby's brothers."

"what!"

Suddenly a huge amount of information poured in, and Rurik had to announce that these major events should be called conferences. A debriefing meeting is a must. Since this is a victorious expedition, the Principality should also write this expedition into a "Bremen War Chronicle", which will be published after printing, to show the people that the Principality's mighty might and boost morale.

In addition to chatting, those ignorant foreign men and women are the objects of Rurik's most attention.

"You brought a group of trust. Could it be that they are all new immigrants from Melalen?"

Alic paused, his happy face instantly turned calm, and he said solemnly, "They are all Danes."

"Ah? Danes? You brought hundreds of Danes in here? You... wait." At the same time Rurik was startled, he noticed a man with a strange beard and braids out of the corner of his eyes, like a budding two-year-old Like a child, staring at himself with a pair of eyes, this makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Rurik simply turned Lien to the side, and the two simply looked at each other, but the man was actually taking care of himself.

This was a breakthrough to eliminate embarrassment. Arik hurriedly took a few steps back and pulled Ragnar, who didn't know how to open the situation smoothly, to his side and made him face Prince Ross.

When it comes to height, Rurik is ten years younger than this Ragnar, but he has an advantage in height.

Ruriklo heard the news with a look down and a slightly arrogant tone: "You? Who are you? A Dane? Are these all your clansmen?"

Ragnar came prepared this time. He knew something about Sweden and Ross.

"Yes, we are all Danes. I know you, Rurik of Rus, young prince of the Duchy of Rus. You were part of Svealand, and I heard that when those fellows established their own kingdoms, you separated from each other. "I tell you bluntly, I fought with you, attacked some tribes in Svealand, and killed many Swedes."

The content of what this man said really made the people present vigilant, and even the old Otto who was on crutches could hardly hold back.

Many people think that the sudden appearance of the Danes is provocation, and are they not afraid of being executed?

"Oh? That's all you want to tell me? Show off your great achievements?" Rurik asked, frowning.

"Am I going to hide these exploits? I'm an honest man. To tell the truth, there was a man named Olegin. He was the king of Sweden, and I killed him with my own hands."

"what?!"

"Don't believe it? At least I believe it was you who killed King Hafgen of Denmark with a boat."

"It was indeed me who killed Havgen! Rurik of Ross!" Rurik emphasized. Now that the words have come to this point, according to tradition, the man who kills the hero of the big name must also establish his own name.

When Ragnar was asked about his name, he didn't hesitate to call himself: "I'm Ragnar, and many people say I'm a Langsbrook (hard wool pants)."

Although this apparently fantastic nickname has already attracted many onlookers to cover their mouths and snicker, Rurik's reaction is completely the other extreme.

"What did you say your name was? Ragnar? Langsbrook?"

"it's me?"

"So, your father's name was actually Sigurd Hellinger (The Ring)?" Rurik almost blurted out.

"You actually know my father?" While Ragnar was surprised, Rurik was equally surprised.

Rurik never imagined that the legendary big pirate was standing in front of him? Maybe it's just that the names are closer, but it's not at all. Or is the legendary Ragnar just a legend after all, he can have a realistic character base, after all, it is still the relationship between "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Three Kingdoms"?

It seems that the man in front of him is the real prototype of the legendary great pirate, at least now his name matches his father's.

If so...

Rurik continued to ask tentatively: "You have multiple sons, the eldest is called Bjorn, the second is called Uber, and one..."

Now, Ragnar's face straightened: "Please continue."

"You have a poor son who cannot fight. But even that doesn't stop him from being a warrior. His name is Ivar."

"But Ivar, is my eldest son. Bjorn, is my second son. If I can have a third son, I can call him Uber." Ragnar was shocked at first, but his attitude quickly calmed down: " You seem to have seen everything. Brother Aric said you were blessed by Odin? I didn't know you, but you know my family, even my poor Ivar."

"Is the boneless Ivar really pitiful? I'd even like to meet this child, I have a hunch that this child must be a formidable warrior. So please go on about your exploits, besides killing Orekin, King of Sweden, what else is there to do?"

"There's a lot more. When I was fifteen, I cut off another chief's head with my own hands, wearing these hard trousers. I led an elite attack on Sweden, and I killed the entire family of the chief of the Ostarans. Later, when you attacked Gotland, I beheaded the king of Sweden at Silver Fort in the south."

"Wait a minute!" Rurik suddenly realized that there was a major problem with these descriptions. "What did you say? I know you Danes have conquered Sweden, and our Ruth allies, the Ostara clan, are almost destroyed. You..."

"Does this make you angry? Friends, this is war. It's me! I duel with their leader, and I won, won with dignity. You can't call me mean."

"Tell me again, it is indeed you who killed the Ostara leader's family?"

Although he felt a big abnormality, with the pride of a warrior, Ragnar took a long breath: "I did it. I saw the two children escaped, and it was also I ordered not to pursue it. Don't fight with me. Man, I don't bother to kill, at least personally."

In the crowd of onlookers stood two girls, who came to greet the triumphant warriors as princes, wives and concubines. Unexpectedly, they heard a big talk from a Danish lord who "traveled" to Novgorod. Because what this person said was enough to arouse the rage of the two girls who wanted to eat their flesh.

Rurik turned his back suddenly, he noticed the changes in the expressions of Carlota and Ella, and from the standpoint of his two wives and concubines, Rurik could say that Ragnar did have a grudge against him.

What's more, the Danes have rashly entered the territory of the Principality of Ross. Their current behavior is illegal in itself. Having Arik as a guarantee just shows that Arik's consciousness is not enough.

"Medwait!" Rurik roared violently in Slavic.

"exist!"

"Take this Ragnar! Bundle up! All the other Danes, control them all and temporarily confine them!"

"As ordered!"

Rurik's outburst came suddenly, and before Ragnar could react, his whole body was controlled. Although the soldiers of the Slavic flag team are relatively short, they have fought many fierce battles over the years and their living conditions have greatly improved. They have become extremely strong and dressed in Viking style. There were more than a dozen people swarming up, and Ragnar couldn't get away even if he wanted to.

"Why? Prince Ross, I thought I could form an alliance with you."

"Alliance? Tie you up first, let me exhale first. Ragnar, I'll talk to you tonight. Soldiers, lock it up and take it away!"

All the Danish men and women of the Stonewall tribe were disarmed, and their leader Ragnar became a prisoner in confusion. However, Ragnar was not tortured, but was locked in a dark hut, closely monitored by armed warriors.

Ragnar is a big pirate and not a virtuous person. According to the widely circulated "Icelandic Saga", this person has been killing people all his life, and his children are also indiscriminately killing big pirates.

Even Lianlian can't say that he is not massacred to the outside world. In terms of killing, I am afraid that he is the craziest butcher. But Ross is different from those pirates. Ross is a normal, fast-developing feudal country. It is creating a better country in northern and eastern Europe. All wars have been eliminated in its vast territory, and economic life has entered the fast lane of development.

It would be merciful for the noble prince to not behead the pirate chief immediately, not to mention that he really has a grudge against him.

But look at the current situation of Ragnar's group, no matter how they look at them, they all look like a group of pitiful worms.

Although there is hatred, the hatred here should be resolved in some way.

Locking Ragnar in the dark room was really frustrating his spirit, and it was really a smashing operation. Taking advantage of this time difference, Rurik just got a window for an internal emergency consultation, and there was enough time to kill the Carlota sisters. Soothe your anger.

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