After Otto left today, Rurik has recruited more than forty children.
The oldest of these children is only nine years old, and the youngest is only six years old. Although their heights and weights vary, they are not the same. Rurik especially noticed that everyone’s height is the same.
The main thing they all have in common is that they are quite thin.
Most of them may grow up to be stocky men, but at least for now, we don't see that they have this potential.
After all, they were of the same age as him. Rurik estimated that because he was the leader's son, he usually had better food and drink. Besides, he was quite thin, and the others would only be worse.
It was again on the hills to the west of Fort Ross. Over the course of a few days, Rurik felt that the mountain wind was becoming more desolate and the climate was getting colder and colder.
The sparse woods occasionally shed dead branches and leaves, and few birds stayed.
Rurik, who was wearing a cotton coat and a small leather coat, gathered everyone he had gathered here.
Except for the first ten people, the rest of the people came here today.
Some were brought here by friends, and some simply wanted to learn special fighting techniques.
That’s right! Rurik’s fight with Kanuf many days ago has already made him famous. His unique subjugation technique has not only become a topic of conversation, but many children are also eager to learn it.
Rurik also used his capital to recruit a total of forty-five people, but unfortunately the number did not meet his expectations.
The first ten people will serve as role models, and everyone can become a squad leader.
A group of squealing children gathered together, and Rurik raised his wooden sword in public to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Okay guys! You all look at me!"
"I am Rurik, the son of Otto! I am the one known as Odin's Blessing. You gathered here today must be out of trust in me. So, starting from today
, I am your brother."
"Brothers, one day we will be like those adults, sailing on a long voyage to fight the most ferocious enemy..."
Rurik is doing slogan mobilization here. He hopes that it is best to enhance the cohesion of the group through one mouth.
Unexpectedly, an older child suddenly shouted: "Fight like my father? Alas, he is already dead."
Rurik saw the child at a glance. He was taller than him. When he talked about his father's death, he did not show any sadness, only some regrets.
"Brother, what's your name?" Rurik asked respectfully.
I saw the child walking out of the crowd. He took off his leather hat, revealing his almost hairless head.
Of course, this man is not bald. He just shaves off his hair with a knife against his scalp to avoid head lice. In fact, quite a few people in the Ross tribe do this. After all,
They are more willing to clean their bodies than other European groups.
This bald head gave Rurik a lot of sensory stimulation.
"My name is Fisk. I am only nine years old. Many people call me Bald Fisk. I heard my mother say that the year you were born, my father died at the hands of the Gotlanders. I think
I want revenge, but I am too weak. Rurik, can you understand this?"
Many members of the Viking tribe are happy to give themselves nicknames, or accept nicknames given by others. After all, they have no concept of surnames, and the names they choose are likely to be ridiculous.
Also, add a nickname to increase recognition.
"I..." Rurik choked for a moment, and after hesitating for a while he asked: "So you are standing here because you want to learn something new."
Fix nodded: "Although you are only seven years old, we all believe that you will become our leader in the future. So if you become the leader, our fleet will be attacked by those
What will the Gotlanders do in pursuit?"
Is this a question from a child? The question is too realistic!
Rurik remained calm. After all, he was either the kind of person who admired barbarism, or he lived in such a desolate and dangerous environment. I am afraid that becoming barbaric was the only way to survive.
Rurik thought for a moment and said calmly: "Of course it's a counterattack! We must use a powerful counterattack so that they can never attack us."
At this moment, Fisk showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Yes. We will destroy them all without mercy. The treasures they plundered will belong to us. At that time, we can all
rich."
After several brief conversations, Rurik felt really uncomfortable. Looking at Fix, who was only nine years old, he had a gangster mentality.
No concept of evil, just to survive by any means necessary? Fisker's mentality is too original.
Is life necessarily so cruel? This Fix, and children like Fix, do they live for revenge? Just for plunder?
If the children of this ethnic group only have this idea, then this ethnic group will have no future.
After all, simple bandits will eventually be eliminated by more advanced ethnic groups.
Rurik does not think this crazy idea at all. The so-called force should be a means of self-defense, and peaceful development is the last word. Especially in this troubled era,
Population is the most important thing, and the death of any person is a big loss to the tribe.
What's more, from just a few years of observation, Rurik discovered that every time his father brought back treasures from the Sweg people, what kind of treasures could they be called? Perhaps the most precious thing was honey.
It's nothing more than coarse cloth. So the residents of Gotland are also poor.
A group of poor bandits rob another group of poor tribal civilians. This kind of life has no future at all.
Rurik deeply remembered the "bald" Fisk and his "great" ideals.
Rurik calmed down and looked at everyone again: "Okay brothers, next, I will divide you into five teams, each team has nine people. Kanuf!"
"I am here!"
"Let the brothers line up and stand in front of me first."
Therefore, except for Kanuf, nine of the remaining ten people formed a neat line.
Rurik then ordered: "Others, you line up behind them. There are only five people in each line. Remember, one person is your team leader."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd quickly became noisy. Many children were completely at a loss. Seeing their indifferent appearance, Rurik could only helplessly shake his head.
Obviously, giving them verbal commands is too complicated.
As a last resort, Rurik had to go out in person, and with Kanuf's help, he grabbed people from the crowd and inserted them into the team one by one.
After all, they are all children, a blank slate. Rurik thinks it will be a bit difficult to train them, but they are also more receptive to new ideas.
The team was thus neatly arranged, including Kanuf who finally joined the first team.
A total of forty-five children stood in front of Rurik. Although their team was not very neat, the overall appearance of the team was quite impressive.
After a few more glances, Rurik received a look full of expectancy.
"Yes, it's starting to look like a hundred-man army."