Rurik is finally seven years old, at least in the autumn.
It was already 828 AD. The Danes stepped up their raids on Britain and gained a lot in the process.
And other tribes around the sea area, especially the numerous Siiya people.
They either competed with the Danes for grazing land on land, or stepped up trade with the Baltic people on the south coast of the sea, especially the Lithuanian tribes.
In a few years, the Ross tribe mastered the secret of penetrating the inland waterways of Eastern Europe. They made two mighty Sorgon voyages every year, and their wealth continued to accumulate.
Gradually, the relationship between the Ross tribe and its thinking demihuman brothers became more and more subtle.
It seems that they may become a unique group of people.
Time passes little by little, and the whole of Europe is also developing slowly.
Rurik is already seven years old. At only seven years old, he is not short in height, but his figure looks a bit thin.
Boys of this age from any ethnic group generally look like this. They are naughty and energetic, but all of them are as skinny as monkeys.
Compared with the strong Otto, Rurik was too thin.
Even so, before this autumn's voyage to Sorgon, Otto felt that the time had finally come.
It was another sunny morning. A stony-faced Otto called his son to his side and said meaningfully: "Now, you should try to be a warrior."
"Now? Am I going to join the fight?!"
"No!" Otto patted his son's thin shoulder with satisfaction: "You are still too weak. Your enemy can kill you with just one punch. My child, you must start training now. You must become strong quickly.
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"So, I have to get stronger?!"
"Yes! Only in this way can you inherit my position in the future and let others recognize you. Do you know? They believe in strength, and Odin likes people who are brave and good at fighting."
Over the past few years, Liu Li has understood one thing, which is also his destiny - to become a berserker.
The Vikings who were active in the entire sea area, especially the Danes, were farmers and herdsmen, but they were also good at exploring. There were no clear laws to restrict them, so they discovered treasures that were not part of their own tribe. Naturally, they were
Gather the warriors of the tribe and rush forward to plunder.
However, in peaceful days, they are ordinary farmers.
The climate in Jutland is milder. In northern Scandinavia, where the Ross tribe is located, the climate is cold, so don’t expect a high survival rate of wheat grown. Fishing and hunting in the mountains and forests
, has become a very important means of livelihood.
The harsh environment forced the children of the Viking tribe to develop good skills in their limited childhood.
Even according to tribal customs, a boy is considered an adult when he reaches the age of twelve, and he should sit on the longboat and row the oars like everyone else, and he must also participate bravely in battles.
Otto felt that the "fighting ideology" he had instilled in his son for several years could finally be put into practice.
He stroked the back of his son's head and said deeply: "I will find you some children like you, and you will train together. Don't worry, you can't hold a sharp sword. You can practice with wooden sticks for a while.
Remember! Don’t cry!”
"I understand." Rurik nodded deeply. He had no intention of refusing at all, and looked completely accepting.
Otto nodded with satisfaction, then called his eldest nephew Arik over, and said passionately: "Arik, I want you to train your brother well. Although you are still weak, I have given you all the fighting skills.
, now, it’s up to you to teach your brother the basics of fighting.”
"Yes, I will teach him to your satisfaction."
Overall, Aric liked his brother very much.
However, his younger brother carries the name of "Otto's Blessing", and his whole person always makes people feel strange. For several years, Arik always felt that there was some unspeakable discomfort in his relationship with his younger brother.
It seems that my brother's little head is filled with too many fantastic ideas.
The only thing that made Arik happy was that his younger brother never cried or made fuss and spoke in a deep voice, as if he was no longer a child.
Maybe my younger brother is a deep person by nature? Even so, he must have been a true warrior to deserve the title he was born with.
A piece of gravel land close to the sea, with waves crashing against the coastline all the time.
A blond child wearing a cotton coat stood here. He was Rurik, who was only seven years old.
Unlike ordinary tribal children, Rurik's blond hair was by no means hanging casually. He found a hemp rope and tied a small ponytail behind his head. He himself felt that dressing up even made him look like a girl.
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Yes, he was wearing cotton trousers all over. In fact, the so-called cotton trousers were made of linen stuffed with wool and sewn together.
When the weather gets colder, the men and women of the tribe put on comfortable cotton clothes, wear boots made of deerskin or bearskin, and often wear leather hats.
All of Rurik's clothes were made by his mother Niya, who was indeed a good tailor.
Rurik was just a child. He held a small buckler in his left hand, and the leather strap on it tied his left arm tightly.
He holds a sword-shaped wooden stick in his right hand. Although the stick is not sharp at all, it is conceivable that a hit with this thing will cause considerable damage.
Rurik became a childish sword and shield wielder, facing another child of the same age as himself.
Compared to myself who deliberately keeps herself clean and tidy, the other person appears sloppy, or more wild and aggressive.
He knew that the child was the "playmate" found by his father.
The child's name was Kanuf, and he was the son of a trustworthy warrior under his father's command.
Although they were playmates, Rurik understood deeply that what happened next was not a joke! Because the two of them used wooden sticks, and the fight was not as simple as finishing the fight.
There were even more than ten onlookers gathered, and things had become very subtle.
Those onlookers just want to see the two children "fight", make comments and estimate whether the two can become qualified paddlers and warriors in the future.
"Oh? Is that the so-called son of Odin?"
"Not the son of Odin, just the son of the leader."
"But the priests all said that the child was extraordinary. I felt that it was indeed extraordinary."
"Can you tell just by looking at it? If that Rurik was not a mortal, he should have beaten the son of Harold Zosen to the ground."
"Then let's wait and see..."
Rurik heard the discussions of these onlookers, some were questioning themselves, and some were full of expectations.
Undoubtedly, my parents who were watching were absolutely full of expectations.
Rurik's mind is very confused now. He especially remembers the so-called "combat essentials" that his brother Arik taught him not long ago.
What is the key point? It can be condensed into one sentence: "Raise your weapon and hit the enemy hard. As long as you are strong enough, all problems will be solved."
That is simply a reckless tactic! But Rurik clearly realized that the Vikings knew tactics, and when faced with a real battle, they were more organized than the Western Europeans who were scattered in this time and space. Only for this reason, dealing with the unorganized
Without discipline, a group of peasants armed with various weapons who were temporarily pulled up by the lord were naturally very easy to win.
But if you think about it carefully, Arik's words are not unreasonable.
Youdao says that one force can defeat ten skills. He has the power to swing a battle ax at a critical moment, and the enemy will be killed immediately if he hits it.
However, don't expect to be able to exert much strength with your thin arms.