Seagulls wandered on the shore, and gull droppings fell from the sky from time to time. These birds came for the leftovers of the Russian people. They pecked at the fish tails and other food scraps that people threw away, and the noise woke everyone up.
Some unfortunate seagulls were shot down by hunters in the group, an act that really shocked Aric.
Those arrows obviously cannot penetrate chain armor. It is for this reason that Arik and many people despise the role of archers.
Unexpectedly, the skills of the bow hunters in the tribe have reached the level where they can shoot down flying seagulls.
The fallen seagull kept twitching on the beach and was beaten by the incoming waves. The happy hunter hurriedly ran to get the struggling seagull back, chopped off its head with an ax, and then wildly pulled it out with strong palm force
feather.
However, the twenty or so largest seagull flight feathers are specially kept by hunters.
There is no other reason. The feathers of arrows are made of various waterfowl feathers.
The seagulls were expertly disemboweled, skewered on sticks, and grilled directly on the bonfire by the hunters.
There are also some people who use short spears to catch some swimming fish in the shallow sea. It is really a pleasure to have fresh food for breakfast before sailing.
One of Arik's waiters handed him a grilled fish. Look at the fish's hideous appearance and its burnt black surface.
Without thinking much, Arik grabbed a little salt from the small linen bag tied to his belt, sprinkled it on, and started chewing it without restraint.
At the end, he used a fish rib as a toothpick to shave his bad-mouthed teeth.
He looked at the sea again, "This is a really nice place, not like our home. Look at this area, the grass has long grown wildly, and the woods have turned green. On the hillside of Roseburg, those trees have just sprouted."
"Yes." One of his friends sighed, "Why would the leader go to that big lake in the east to establish a settlement? I think this place is very good."
"I also think he is right. Maybe we can build a settlement here and farm here. In short, it will be better than our hometown."
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Roseburg is my hometown, but it is not a sweet hometown.
Once a large number of young people know that there is a vast world outside, they naturally desire to develop in warmer and more comfortable places.
The climate conditions in the Courland Peninsula are far better than those in Fort Ross in the north.
Because of Courland, the lowest winter temperature in this era rarely dropped below minus ten degrees, and the highest winter temperatures were usually above freezing. Therefore, this area was warm enough for winter wheat to survive, which was very important to the Viking tribes.
We, it is a Feng Shui treasure place.
Arik almost instinctively decided that this was a good place. Unfortunately, someone had already arrived at the good place first.
Danes have already entered the inland areas to build settlements, and they have had in-depth exchanges with the Latgar people living in the bay. This Latgar people are the so-called Latvians, and their core settlements are nowhere else.
Riga. The name of this city comes from the name of the Latvian nation.
If this Russian force intends to enter the interior, the chance of them meeting Danish immigrants is actually not high.
In this era, a kingdom may not have a population of 100,000, and a city with 10,000 people is very rare.
The entire Courland has abundant water and grass, a warm climate, and is also inaccessible.
The situation on Gotland is actually similar.
After eating, many Russian warriors pushed the boat into the sea, and then climbed on board one by one.
Harold Johnson, the "war chief" who also serves as the navigator, had the sun as his misfortune today. He was very confident in leading everyone towards the destination.
The sails of the ship were opened, and a gentle and gentle south wind blew from the sea.
The fleet formed an ellipsoid formation again, and the entire fleet made an S-shape on the ocean surface. Everyone continued to row the oars, heading due west.
Crossing the ocean is undoubtedly a dangerous operation, and even the Danes are usually unwilling to do such a high-risk operation. Unless their goal is to land in Britain and loot gold, they have no choice but to cross the vast North Sea.
In attacking Britain, the Norwegians had a good geographical advantage.
The Norwegians set out from the "Northern Road" facing the west, followed the Arctic sea breeze, and after drifting for 200 nautical miles, they arrived at the Shetland Islands. They would establish a permanent colony on these islands, using this as a springboard
, can plunder Britain more efficiently than the Danes.
The route from the "Northern Road" to the Shetland Islands is a long 200 nautical miles. However, as long as the course is correct and the wind direction can also provide a strong boost, the Norwegians can reach their destination in as little as two days.
Starting from Courland, the Russian "revenge" troops could cross a hundred sea miles and land on Gotland in more than a day.
Harold Johnson did not have a clear attack target on this trip. Everyone just wanted to vent their anger and revenge, and grab a large amount of gold by the way, and then return home. In this case, just find a random target and launch an attack, so that the blood feud is avenged.
, everyone can become rich.
This is what everyone thinks, and no one has any meaning.
This army of dragon-headed warships has been floating on the sea for another whole day, and the people who have been paddling all day are showing signs of fatigue.
The drowsy light of the setting sun shines on the land, and the front of the fleet seems to be endless.
"Damn it? Did we veer off course?" Arik's mind was a little confused. He looked at the position of the setting sun and once again confirmed that the fleet was on the right track.
When many people felt confused, only Harold Johnson was the calmest.
Taking advantage of the last ray of sunset, the hazy shore finally appeared in front of us.
The long-awaited destination, the island of wealth, has finally arrived.
"Wow! We're here!"
"Brothers, that's Gotland, let's paddle hard."
"Gold and women are all ours!"
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It was obviously just a blurry image, but the pirates had already started to have a carnival, as if there were only two things on that island, the big fat sheep waiting to be shaved, and the mountains made of gold.
Arik, he is also in this carnival team.
At this moment, Harold Zuosen gave a rare roar. No one thought that this old guy, who might be a bit awkward in speaking, could actually roar like a lion.
Everyone on the flagship suddenly fell silent, and people on the surrounding ships gradually calmed down.
Harold Johnson stood up holding on to the central mast, and the man facing him said loudly: "Brothers, we are about to arrive. Don't be excited, get ready to kill the enemy now! We will continue to row at night, and in the middle of the night
Rest for a while. Sirius reaches the right position and we land. Now follow my orders and continue rowing!"
After all, the ship headed for Gotland, and the warriors who were troubled by fatigue and boredom were completely occupied by excitement. Fatigue? It seemed to disappear without a trace.
The commander is still Harold Zosen. Even though this man lacks the skills to boost morale, he is still highly recognized by the young people. Because no matter what, this old guy successfully brought 400 people to the offshore Gotland Island.
They paddled under the cover of darkness, a place new to everyone, even Harold Johnson.
In ancient times, fishermen in the sea were not very willing to light torches on the sea to catch fish, and Gotland fell into silence after dark.
Twenty Russian warships have successfully reached the southernmost tip of the island, and they have been sailing along the coastline for a while.
Harold Zosen ordered all his men to rest, but he was still observing everything around him with wide eyes.
Under the night, the sky is dotted with stars. The brightest stars, Sirius and Venus, are important references for experienced hunters to tell the time at night. Of course, the moon is also another reference.
The people of Gotland, like other Viking tribes, ate too much fish, especially plump cod liver and seal liver. They never lacked vitamin A, so they could still maintain good vision in weak light at night.
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If there were any Gotland warriors standing on the high ground in the south of the island and observing the distant sea, they would see a strange black shadow floating on the dark sea surface.
This night, there is no one guarding the south of the island...
"Brothers, wake up!" Harold Johnson suddenly roared loudly, tapping the deck with the back of his sword from time to time.
The noise caused the resting soldiers to wake up one after another. When they woke up, everyone fully understood that the seven-day journey was for the "crazy feast" that started tonight!
"Brothers, you all know what to do. Now, let's do it!"
After Harold Johnson said this, he immediately jumped into the rowing position, and then issued a long slogan: "Brothers, prepare your swords and set off!"
The sails were furled and the flagship took the lead.
The entire fleet has reached the west coast of the island and is almost following the coastline to the north.
Their eyes widened, searching for the faintest light of fire on the shore.
As long as it is a clear settlement, there must be a large number of bonfires. Even if the firelight is very weak, as long as the weak light appears in large numbers, the target of the attack is correct!
The fleet drifted on the sea for more than an hour, and they began to drift towards a bay.
Finally, the long-awaited land of massive fire finally appeared!
That's where the attack target is!
"Brothers!" Harold Zosen ordered: "Now tie the linen strips you prepared on your arms. Let us move forward. If we encounter any man who has no strips of cloth on his arm, we will kill him as an enemy. For other things,
You know what to do!"
Unprinted linen strips are gray-white, and night attacks are most likely to injure friendly forces. Harold Zuosen could only think of such a simple move, and I hope everyone will not accidentally injure them.
Very quickly, the fleet formed a line and accelerated toward the dense firelight.
No idiot would yell excitedly, everyone kept their mouths shut and rowed hard, and the boats rushed onto the shoal one after another.
At this moment, all the Ross warriors noticed that they were not landing on an ordinary beach. Look not far away, there were a large number of flat-headed transport ships, classic dragon-headed warships, and well-built trestles!
Seeing the warships of other tribes, people's fighting enthusiasm became even higher.
Although this was Arik's first time participating in a real battle, he seemed to be born with an understanding of how to attack at night.
He shouted to his brother: "Follow me, don't yell loudly, and move quickly!"
Four hundred and fifty Rus warriors launched a fierce attack with their swords and shields.
The sleeping fishermen family who almost lived on the beach immediately became the victims of the Russians. And this was also the beginning of the losses for the Gotlanders.
The axes of the Russians were dripping with blood. They did not get the so-called gold from the fishermen on the beach. They just found some silver coins, copper coins, and some harpoons and other things. Everything a fisherman should have, dead Goth
There are fishermen in Lanzhou.
The disappointed Russians used the burning brazier of the fisherman's house to burn the entire thatched house.
In a short period of time, five terrible fire spots have appeared on the beach.
However, even at this moment, there was still no effective detection of the Gotland settlement that was about to be attacked.
Have the Gotlanders become weaklings who can be easily exploited?
No.
This village is actually called Skewenberg. From its name, we can infer that the settlement is inextricably linked to the Siwea Tribal Alliance. In terms of blood, many people in this village have clear ties to the Ross tribe.
They have a common ancestor at least two hundred years ago. At that time, everyone was in the same tribal alliance.
However, the Sivia Alliance concluded that the Gotlanders had betrayed their alliance, and normal trade between them had been interrupted for decades, with only limited underground trade existing.
Skenberg is still sleeping, and many fishermen are waiting for the sun to rise on a new day, so that they can drive fishing boats to carry out offshore fishing.
The Sikan family has absolute control over the settlement. The richest family leader, Oxon Sikan, is another fat boy. The family has continued to trade with the Danes for many generations, allowing the family to accumulate considerable wealth.
of wealth.
When you have wealth, you need to find ways to ensure it. The proof of wealth in this era is gold and silver. In order to protect these precious metals that have high purchasing power and are extremely difficult to depreciate, Oxen Swiken spent half his life settling in
A stone castle was built on a high point.
He even hired a group of samurai. All samurai did not have to work on weekdays and lived solely on commissions from their benefactors. Their only task was to ensure the absolute safety of the benefactors and their wealth.
With this private guard and the cooperation of the fishermen in the village, who can say that Skokenberg is not a blessed place?
However, tonight, Schickenberg is facing a disaster.
The Russians came to kill them. Even though the residents of this village did not participate in the attack on the Russian fleet eight years ago, they suffered a bloody disaster tonight because of the bold actions of the families in the north of the island.
The Russians held their swords and axes high, and they had already rushed into the village. The unprepared Sikenberg people were completely caught off guard.
What is very sad is that while many people were still sleeping, a strongman with a sharp knife broke in and immediately started killing them crazily.
Arik originally longed to have a life-and-death duel with a powerful enemy, and then lift the enemy's head and let out a winner's roar, gaining the respect of the onlookers.
The reality was very different from what he imagined, but the steel sword he bought on credit from the blacksmith shop really drank blood.
He had already killed ten people and did not give these people a chance to fight back.
The battle went so smoothly, and he himself was covered in blood.
If instead of a sneak attack, the Russian army and the well-prepared Sikenberg people fought openly in an open field, the Russian people would definitely suffer a big loss due to their numerical disadvantage.
Because there are obviously 800 people in Skokenburg who can fight, and the population of the entire settlement is close to 2,000.
The quiet and peaceful fishing village encountered crazy attacks by pirates. More and more thatched wooden houses were set on fire. People were in chaos and crying everywhere.
The red-eyed Russians have lost their minds. Rather than saying that their actions are for revenge and justice, now they are simply venting violence and have begun to indiscriminately attack all people whose arms are not tied with linen.