CHAPTER XVI: The New Sorgon Voyage in the Autumn of 828
His son showed the talent to become a leader at a young age, and Otto saw it all.
Calculating the days, I also considered that the craftsmen had completed repairs on all the ships, and the day of departure was tomorrow.
It was another clear night, and there was a hint of coolness outside the wooden house. Although the sky was bright with a bright moon, no one wanted to look at this beautiful night.
Among the small families of the Ross tribe, those chosen by Otto are making final preparations for the voyage after dawn tomorrow.
This is especially true for Otto, who is the leader of the tribe. He is in a high position and is more prepared.
It was night, and he wanted to tell his family about his plan.
"Ah! I brought more amber this time. Maybe my grandfather did something very reasonable at that time. If he used a slightly peaceful method, they would provide more treasures."
Niya, who was packing a large gift for him, said kindly: "What if we prepare more? We can dig more amber in the mountains to the west. Besides, it is better to do business peacefully than to plunder directly.
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Otto shook his head: "You are a woman, you are always kind. But..."
What else did Otto want to say? Then he looked at his son Rurik, and he suddenly muttered: "Peaceful trade, why should we have peaceful trade with them? They are weak, and they have hoarded wealth. We can get it at will. Give it to them.
A little amber as payment is a very kind thing, right? Rurik?"
"Me? It's better to just set up a boat and get it directly."
Otto clearly saw his son's perfunctory intention and shook his head with a smile: "Originally, if it weren't for your suggestion, I wouldn't have even wanted to give them a piece of amber. Since using amber as a reward can get more treasures, it doesn't hurt to use some.
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"But isn't amber also very precious here?" Rurik asked with his eyes wide open.
"No! It's not precious here, but it's very scarce in them. They can exchange amber and people further south for a lot of treasures. They'd better do this. As long as they do this, we can get it this time.
to the wealth they hoarded from the people of the South.”
Originally, Rurik always thought that his biological father was a typical rough guy. He never thought that this simple Nordic man could think of very complicated things in his mind.
It seems as if those Novgorod Svegs are helping the Rus tribe keep their wealth.
Rurik didn't want to say anything more.
Otto thought about something again and continued to ask: "Rurik, I already know about you leading your brothers to play on the hills in the west. I can see that you are training them."
Upon hearing this, Rurik felt as if his whole body was electrified.
"Yes, Dad! As you taught me before, if I can become a leader, I must have some loyal friends around me. I think I should train them from now on."
"Really? You did a good job." Otto raised his head slightly and looked at the simple wooden beams and hanging fish oil lamps. "You remind me of many things, and I was the same way. That Kazov, he
My father used to be my playmate. It seems that you are inheriting my career step by step."
"Maybe it's more than that." Rurik chuckled.
"What my brother did is very strange." Arik, who boasted that he was well prepared, said, "I have watched them. It is more of a preparation for future fights than a game. They... they are training."
"Yes! I know it too! Arik, you can't give your brother much help in terms of terror." Otto's eyes widened and he asked his son very seriously: "Rurik, tell me what you think. What you really think.
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"I..." Rurik suddenly became a little nervous. He quickly sat cross-legged and said obediently: "I am indeed training them. There are only ten people for now, but there will be a hundred people in the future. I want all the tribesmen to be similar to me.
I organized the children at a young age and trained them myself. In this way, ten years later, I will have a hundred highly organized subordinates. If I can serve as the leader, these people will become my important assistants in the future."
"Hehe, you are thinking very far."
Otto suppressed his surprise in his heart. On the surface, he kindly touched his son's small forehead with his calloused hands that had been holding the sword for too long, and took the opportunity to grab the golden ponytail.
"You are a wise man. I know you trained those ten children to be very obedient. So, can you train a hundred children well?"
"I can!"
"Very good, then do it. It's best when we return with a full load, so I can see the results of your training."
"I understand, Dad. You will start tomorrow, and I will start tomorrow too."
That night, Otto slept very peacefully.
According to ancient tradition, one can only serve as the leader of a tribe if he is widely supported by everyone. After all, the Ross tribe is still in the tribal stage. Although the concept of hereditary system has sprouted, it has not been widely recognized by people.
The leader of a tribe is naturally a strong person, and those who can hold the position must have the support of the tribe's elites, priests and elders. It can benefit all tribesmen and is also an important capital.
Although many Viking tribes select their leaders in a similar way, the leader needs to have charisma. Of course, in most cases, the leader also needs to be a strong man in battle.
Rurik certainly knew this, and he even gained his first fans through a "children's fight."
What is different from others is that he clearly realizes that any fight should not be an individual fight alone. If the tribe wants to go forward in the long run, many things must change.
The tribe is able to live in the north of the Siyan people and maintain a state of being alienated from them for a long time because the tribe has as many as 2,000 people who can fight.
As far as fighting is concerned, Liu Li, that is, Rurik, is very aware of Napoleon's famous sayings in that plane.
It is said that three soldiers cannot defeat two Mamluks, but ten soldiers can be equal to ten Mamluks, and when the force increases to one thousand, they can defeat three thousand Mamluks.
Individual strength is limited. By concentrating their strength, a hundred Ross tribe warriors can maintain a stable formation on the battlefield and can defeat foot soldiers several times their own size!
The next morning, the golden sunshine shone across the entire Roseburg, and the fjord fell into a beautiful and dreamy golden color.
Coupled with the dark green mountains and the many bare black basalt rocks on the seaside, Rurik, who followed his biological mother to watch his father sail away, just felt like he was bathed in holiness.
Just like the background scenes of Nordic mythology that he understood, under the rising sun today, the fjords of Rossburg seemed like a sanctuary.
Under the golden light, a large number of sailboats were spread out on the sea.
The warriors who traveled far away basically carried the provisions and fresh water for the journey onto the ship, and then they finally boarded the ship fully armed.
A majestic figure let out an astonishing roar. He raised his sword and commanded everyone. Then, another horn sounded from nowhere.
The ropes binding the ships were untied one after another, and a ship entered the vast sea.
Rurik knew that the sword-holder was his father Otto. This autumn’s voyage to Sorgon was marked by the melodious and exciting sound of horns, the continuous roars of people on board, and the violent horizontal noise of huge oars flapping in unison.
has begun.
Rurik, who held his mother's hand, watched them gradually leave the fjord.
They left, but the life of the tribe will continue, and people return to their own lives full of hope.
"Son, your father and brother have left, are you going to do those things now?" Niya asked.
"Yes! I promised dad that I will now ask my men to organize all the children my age in the tribe."