The leader family of the Ostara people has been completely wiped out, and even the elites of the tribe were killed by Ragnar's tribe.
The dying old man lay in the pile of corpses. He vomited blood and faced the local commander with a solemn face, mumbling.
"Hey! Old man, now you can tell me who you are!" Ragnar stepped forward and ordered.
"I...I am the leader of the Ostra people. You Danes, how dare you attack us. Melalen...the Melalen people will...will avenge us!"
"Revenge?! If they are willing to take revenge, let's do it!" With that said, Ragnar took off his head and revealed his face.
Ragnar is a handsome young man, and his eyes reveal his strength.
"Old man, I admire your courage. Even though you have fewer people than me, you still decide to fight to the end. I am Ragnar, son of Sigurd the Ring, and the next leader of the Stonewall tribe. We are the most heroic warriors in Denmark.
, even the Franks are afraid of our strength. Listen, it will be your honor to die in our hands."
Hearing this, the old man vomited blood and forced a smile: "Glory... Glory... I hope that Rurik of Rus in our alliance can also bring us glory."
This was the first time Ragnar heard Rurik's name, and he didn't know the details of this Rusian at all.
Unexpectedly, the leader of the southernmost tribe in the Northern Alliance was still talking about the Rus.
To be honest, Ragnar learned that this battle was a response to the Rus' sneak attack. So wouldn't it be better to target the Rus? Unfortunately, the leader only planned to attack a tribe from the Siyan Alliance in the south.
It is tantamount to say that this Ostra man wants to atone for the actions of the Rus. Later, it may be the Melalen people who take revenge for today's war.
Ragnar looked at the corpses here again. Only a few of them were his own men. It can be said that the first battle he personally commanded was a great victory.
He vigorously shook off the blood on his sword and walked straight towards the dying leader of Ostra, determined to give him a happy life and gain the glorious honor of personally killing the leader of the enemy tribe.
The dying leader has closed his eyes and is waiting for his final destination.
But the heartbreaking cry of a girl suddenly came to his ears, causing him to open his eyes suddenly, and his body, which was limp due to excessive blood loss, stiffened again.
He raised his head vigorously, his eyes widened, and his mouth full of blood was opened in shock.
At this moment, even Ragnar, who was holding a sharp sword, stopped.
"Hey! You two, restrain your new slaves and don't let them cry." Apparently, Ragna noticed the two poor girls.
The methods used by the two men to restrain the children were very rough. The two women were howling, but their mouths were covered by their dirty, calloused hands, and they could only moan.
At this point, Ragna shook off the blood on his sword and stood in front of the dying old man.
"First, you can die. Don't worry, the Valkyrie will recognize your bravery. A few decades later, we will meet in Valhalla." With that said, Ragnar held the hilt of the sword with both hands and was about to stab it deeply.
Go down.
"Wait a minute!" The old man used all his strength, stretched out his arms, and pointed at the two captured children: "Only...only them. Those two children."
"child?"
"They... are my children. I just hope you can forgive them."
"Really?" Ragnar put down his sword, "They will be the slaves of my people. Don't worry, my people will treat them well."
"O brave man of Denmark! I beg you, let them go... let them go."
"Why?" Ragnar looked disdainful.
"They are my granddaughters, children of noble tribes. You are also a noble person, and you must not see noble people reduced to slaves. I...please let them go and let them escape. God is watching us. You put
They let go and let God decide their fate."
After hearing this, Ragnar looked at the two girls again. He thought that if the two children were older, he could take them as his wives and concubines.
It is indeed tragic for a girl of noble status to become a slave of ordinary people.
Considering that his father Sigurd felt that this battle was inappropriate, he decided to join the battle more for the sake of gaining military exploits. To hell with helping the Gotlanders take revenge and so on!
He pointed his sword at his men and ordered: "You two, let go of the children in your hands."
"Sir, why? According to tradition..." one person questioned.
"Listen to my order! Let her go! The girl in your hands is nobler than you!"
Compared with the residents of Svealand, the Danes are actually more advanced. The only thing that is needed for Denmark to become a country is a ceremony for the leader to proclaim himself king. The division of power within the Danish Alliance has been basically completed, and the leaders of those tribes have
They are nobles, and all members of the chief family are also nobles.
A captured noble woman, she should not be a slave. Give her either death or marriage to another noble.
In short, it was not the turn of a different warrior to decide her fate.
Under pressure from the commander, the two soldiers put the girls on the ground but still held their hands.
Ragna then turned to look at the old man who continued to vomit blood: "I will let them go. They will flee in the forest and lake. Whether they survive or not depends on God's will. In this way, you can rest assured."
The old man seemed to want to speak, but he hesitated so much that Ragna couldn't understand. But from the old man's eyes, Ragna understood everything.
He held the sword and stabbed hard, completing the final battle.
At this time, a crowd of onlookers shouted the name "Ragnar".
Only the two girls watched helplessly as their grandfather was killed by the Danish invaders.
Ragnar wiped his sword clean and immediately ordered: "Brothers, go and get what you want. Remember, there are no nobles in this tribe, so go and plunder your slaves!"
Everyone obeyed the order and immediately started the feast of plunder.
Only Ragnar, who is destined to inherit the position of leader of his clan, goes to plunder in person? Forget it.
He took away the broken and valuable leader's sword from the dead leader's hand as a proof of honor.
He approached the two girls who were standing still and crying, and ordered the two soldiers guarding the girls to leave.
They were crying and baring their teeth, looking like they wanted revenge. But they didn't just run away, obviously waiting for their terrible fate.
Ragna was not angry either, and ordered with a straight face: "Your grandfather begged me to let you go. You two are nobles, and I will forgive you. Now, let's go!"
The two girls were motionless, completely in a daze.
"Let's go!" After saying that, he kicked the taller one.
The sister who was already injured fell down again, and it was this kick that made her wake up completely. She got up, ignoring her injuries, and pulled her sister, who was still stunned, to run for her life.
At this moment, one of his subordinates approached Ragna and said, "Sir, let them go just like this."
"Yes! Let them go, I forbid you to pursue them. Remember, only nobles can decide the fate of nobles, and none of you are worthy."
Ragnar had his own principles, and his men captured more than thirty people in the chaos. Almost all of them were women, and they were not of noble status.
It can be said that, except for the two girls he let go, there are no nobles in this tribe.
Invading enemy tribes, capturing their women, and taking them back to their hometowns to increase their own strength. Danish tribes have been accustomed to this mode of expanding their strength since ancient times.
His people captured a small number of prisoners in a short period of time, as well as some cattle and sheep, as well as a small amount of food.
With these captures, he felt that his men would be able to continue fighting for a long time.
Ragnar, he thought of the possibility of continuing to go north and attack the northern Melalen tribe. After all, it is the trade period. If a huge army raids at this time and catches the enemy by surprise, huge benefits will definitely be gained.
That said, it was also a heavy blow to the Northern Alliance.
Near Ragnar's troops, many houses were already in flames.
"My lord, it must be the Gotlanders. They must be setting the fire." Ragnar's general pointed at the smoking wolf smoke pipe.
Ragnar raised his head and sniffed the burning smell in the air.
"Sir, how about we also set fire?"
"Forget it." Ragnar shook his head, "Don't waste the tinder, we still have to keep the beach for a bonfire. Brothers, take the seizure to the beach. Follow me!"
The arsonists were, above all, vengeful Gotlanders.
The one thousand Gotland soldiers who led the battle, nearly 200 of them, came from the previously destroyed Sikkenborg. They were the group of escapees who realized that they could not defeat the Russians. They were temporarily settled by the families in the north.
Everyone desires revenge.
Who would have thought that the opportunity for revenge would come just over twenty days later.
It can be said that they have just gone through unforgettable hatred, and the object of their hatred is aimed at the Siiya Tribe Alliance in the entire north. As long as the tribes belonging to that alliance are enemies.
They were implementing the decision of the alliance leader Hafgen. After the fall of Ostara, they were the first to start a tit-for-tat attack. Those who dared to resist were killed, their properties were evacuated, and their houses were burned to the ground.
Following closely behind were the "hungry" Oslo mercenaries.
The mercenaries were composed of three hundred Oslo farmers. They had no desire to harm the enemy. First of all, everyone took the Danes' money to fight for them, and secondly, all the plunder was their own.
This group of people tried their best to avoid killing people and focused on capturing prisoners. Their purpose was quite simple. Those captured women, the Oslo mercenaries just wanted to take them back to their hometown to live as wives and concubines.
Harv basically planned to let the allies and mercenaries take the lead, so that the losses would be theirs, and he could reap the benefits. Who would have thought that the enemy's combat power was not high. The enemy was defeated quickly, allowing the allies to take the lead in "
"Eat meat", when it's our turn, we really can only eat the leftovers.
Hafgen ordered a thousand of his soldiers to attack, and in the end the group captured a handful of prisoners and a dozen cattle and sheep.
Look at the allies! An ally with only two warships captured more than a hundred cattle!
The most ruthless tribe controls more than 300 cattle.
In fact, the entire Ostara tribe raises more than 5,000 cattle. Without such a scale, they would not be able to become a large supplier of cowhide to their allies.
Ragna led his men to the beach in great force. Everyone thought they had captured a lot, but they didn't know what abundance meant until they arrived at the beach.
The houses of the Ostara tribe were set on fire, and a large number of warriors, as well as a large number of cattle and sheep gathered on the narrow beach.
The cattle and sheep were also frightened by the fire, and their cries even overwhelmed the bustling crowd.
"Sir, it seems that we were busy fighting with their nobles and missed the good opportunity to search." A general said regretfully.
"At least we gained honor, and you followed me and gained honor too."
"But all the cattle and sheep were taken away by them."
"You are really stupid, my brother. From now on, people will only remember that we killed the leader of the Ostara people, and that's all."
If this is the case, Hafgen certainly hopes that his own people can also plunder hundreds of cattle and sheep.
Then the question arises. There are cattle and sheep on the beach. How to transport them back to their hometown? Use the loser’s boat? Is that enough?!
Even so, Ragnar has not forgotten the thought of continuing to fight north.
He ordered his men to stay where they were and rest, and he could immediately slaughter a cow and barbecue it for meat.
Ragnar took two followers to find the alliance leader Hafgen to discuss the next countermeasures.
Finally, in a makeshift tent on the beach, he saw Hafgen, who had no blood on his chainmail and was neatly dressed, as well as most of the dirty alliance commanders who had been rushed here.
Everyone's faces were filled with smiles of victory and the joy of the harvest, and they were busy discussing the next countermeasures.
As Hafgen came in high spirits, a military meeting was held in the beach tent.
The leader of the alliance, Hafgen, looked at all those present and said in a rich voice: "The entire settlement is burning, Gotlanders, your grudges should be avenged."
"Yes, Lord Alliance Leader." An old guy said happily: "The Northern Alliance has paid a price, and we have also gained a lot of benefits. We have plundered a lot of cattle and sheep. These are the results that can only be achieved under your wise leadership.
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Hafgen felt very comfortable after hearing this. He asked some more people, and they all claimed that they had looted a lot of good things.
The last thing he saw was the young warrior with a dull face: "Ragnar, son of Sigurd. Judging from your face, maybe you are not satisfied with the capture?"
Ragnar really had a dull face, and responded in a pretense of flattery: "Great leader, we are different from them. I led my people to focus on fighting the enemy, while the others focused on plundering. Maybe.
I am lucky, I personally killed the leader of this tribe."
Hafgen was surprised: "Ah, you took away this honor?"
In this way, many commanders cast their surprised eyes on this young man.
Ragnar flicked his neck and ordered his subordinates to hand over a curved iron sword with a hilt inlaid with many gems.
Hafgen held the broken sword, and he noticed that the bent blade was full of gaps, and he had already estimated that there were a lot of them.
"Leader, I will give you this sword."
"Give it to me?! Forget it." Hafgen felt that he was deeply offended. He threw the sword to Ragnar rudely, and the sword fell directly on the sand and gravel on the beach. "I am a warrior,
I do not deserve this honor, I do not deserve this sword. Ragnar, it is yours."
"Okay." Ragnar knelt down and picked up the sword, facing all the commanders: "I will take this sword back. You all understand what the leader means, it was me who killed this Osta.
Leader of the Ra tribe, glory belongs to me, Ragnar."