A large group of enemies have begun to flee, and those who have been knocked down are still being hit by their subordinates.
Otto yelled several times: "Brothers, stop chasing. These enemies are too weak. Let Rurik handle the rest."
Some Russians were still roaring and chasing, while more people stopped to clean the battlefield on the hill.
Otto realized that he was actually standing on a stone mountain. Unexpectedly, not only had the snow on the top of the mountain been cleared away, but this gray stone mountain also showed signs of extensive excavation.
Not only that, some of the stones that were slightly shiny under the rays of the sun that had just emerged from the horizon were obviously similar in shape, as if they had been deliberately cut into the same shape and piled together in large numbers.
Why were they so shiny? Curious and sensitive, Kawei rushed over to them. When he got closer, he realized what was going on with just his naked eyes.
Kawei laughed wildly among the rebels: "Hahaha! It's iron ore! The whole hill is iron ore! These foreigners are all miners! We destroyed the miners' camp."
In the chaos, Otto couldn't notice Kawei at all. Besides, Kawei also wore a leather helmet reinforced with bronze sheets and held a steel sword and shield in his hand. Kawei called himself "Thor's servant", but he was not "Otto" yet.
Din’s Warriors”?
The sun is also one of the incarnations of Odin. Fighting in the rising sun makes everyone happy.
The tents began to be destroyed one by one, and the Rus warriors prepared to assassinate the hiding enemies and search for hidden leather, silver coins, or other useful things.
Otto used his sword to tear open the linen covering of a tent. As the tent was destroyed, two frightened and crying women suddenly appeared.
The woman is a bit short, and she is covered in brown deerskin. Just based on their faces, Otto seems a little familiar: "How come she looks a bit like Rumia? You can't be a deer farmer, right?"
The young Ross warriors gathered around, standing beside their leader, with greedy eyes in their eyes.
To the two strange and unknown women, they are sheep and the Russians are wolves.
"Don't be impulsive." Otto sternly stopped his men, and then he walked over in person, used his sword to open the deerskin, and saw their hands and feet tied with hemp rope, and their gray linen clothes.
Otto was heartened and sighed: "Attention, these two are slaves. They are not our enemies. Now I declare that all slaves are mine!"
He thought again and continued to order his men: "Pay attention to it. You must ensure the safety of the slaves. Anyone who does something they shouldn't do will be punished."
The young warriors were a little disappointed. Who didn't want to own a private slave? Since the leader had announced the possession in advance, he couldn't say anything.
However, some of the leather in the tent was good stuff, and the leader did not claim possession of these properties.
In addition to the thick leather coats left for the frightened woman to wrap herself up against the cold, the Russians plundered all the leather and linen. After all, the young warriors were still poor.
Things soon made new progress, because the soldiers cleaning the battlefield suddenly discovered a large number of slaves controlled by foreigners. Not only men and women, but also some children.
This is very strange, how come a large group of strange slaves appear on the hill.
Otto was very puzzled. After all, slaves were not the enemy. He sent people to cut off the hemp ropes binding the feet of all the slaves. For fear that some people would try to escape, the hemp ropes in their hands remained. The slaves were gathered together, and there were as many as three slaves in total.
Among the ten people, fifteen were obviously mature men, and even five of them were apparently young boys.
With the discovery of a batch of hammers and chisels for cutting stone, and the somewhat calm Kawei reporting his astonishing findings, Otto somewhat understood the current situation.
It turns out that these bound slaves are slave miners under the control of mysterious aliens!
Otto could not have imagined that this fateful battle would actually lead the Russians to discover a large mine?
Although the hills near Rossburg contain not only iron ore but also a bit of copper, the Ross people have never been short of iron.
An open-pit mine was discovered in a remote, unexplored land and as many as thirty slaves were captured. If the trip ended here, the action would be worthwhile.
Otto stood on the piles of ore, facing the sun on the horizon, bathed in the holy golden light.
"Rurik, you have taken care of those fleeing enemies! Under the sun, you must have a complete victory, right?"
Otto could have led his men to pursue the enemy himself. In fact, there were already war-loving tribesmen taking advantage of the victory to pursue them.
He felt that the battle had ended victoriously, so he waited here. His son, who was waiting for victory, sent someone to the hillside to report the good news of the victory.
What thrilling thing happened on the other side of the hillside?
Rurik continued to stand still. As the shouts became more intense, Rurik's heart became more and more excited. He was a little anxious about the rope, for fear that he would not be able to catch up with the battle.
Compared to him, his subordinates didn't say anything. They really wanted to leave their positions, drop their crossbows and use swords instead, and join in the melee, for fear that no one else would take away the benefits.
Jevro was half-kneeling in the snow. He was ordered to bend his back to cover Rurik, who was also lowering his body.
"Master, we have been waiting for a while. Maybe the big leader has solved the battle."
"Are you suggesting that I take the initiative?" Rurik asked.
"Maybe now is the time to strike."
Rurik gritted his teeth and raised his head to look up at the top of the hill. So far, there were indeed no enemies rushing down.
"Your suggestion may make sense and allow everyone to keep moving forward in formation."
Rurik stood up. Just as he was about to give a new order, he was pulled into the snow by Jevro.
Because, a group of panicked black figures appeared.
All the warriors who had been waiting anxiously finally got their dream prey at this moment.
Rurik held on to his leather hat, hurriedly picked up the crossbow that had been strung up, and ordered: "Everyone, the enemy is coming. Don't be anxious. When they get close, we will attack. It's like hunting a deer."
An excellent bow-wielding hunter knows that the weapons at hand are limited, so these hunters are all masters of stealth. They can hide themselves when they touch the prey and suddenly fire cold arrows. This skill allows the hunter to shoot snow more efficiently.
The key to rabbit.
Without Lauryurik's excessive supervision, his men stood in the prescribed positions, half-kneeling on the ground one by one, watching with ferocious eyes the strange and hurried crowd rushing towards them.
Suddenly, Rurik saw the Russian warriors rushing down the hill, chasing them with swords and shields in hand.
"Damn it. If you shoot an arrow rashly, it will hit our people." Suddenly, he was a bit defensive.
Yevluo made a cold face: "My lord, life or death is up to you, you don't have to worry about others. The enemy is coming soon, we..."
Rurik breathed a long sigh of relief. He tried his best to calm down his inner excitement, and suddenly shouted in a childish voice: "All hunters! Release arrows!"
The first to receive the order were the foot archers with short wooden bows, who began to shoot long arrows with bone arrow clusters.
In the eyes of the fleeing aliens, a group of archers hiding in the snow suddenly appeared.
Some arrows fell from the sky, but due to a misjudgment of distance, none of these arrows killed any of them. The fleeing crowd was startled by the arrows scattered around them, but there was an ambush in front of them and there were pursuers behind them. Should they just sit there and wait for death?
The leader wearing a squirrel-skin hat wielded his hammer and shouted words that Rurik could not understand.
Is that guy the leader of the enemy? Rurik stared at the changes in the battle situation. He did not expect that his rifle archers did not cause the so-called first round of damage that he expected. Instead, the enemy was led by a guy holding a sledgehammer.
Became extremely bellicose.
Rurik slowly picked up his crossbow and continued to order: "Hunter! Keep firing arrows! Crossbowmen, prepare to shoot!"
The second round of long arrows was fired, and the Ross hunters finally caused some damage to the enemy.
In Rurik's eyes, there were indeed enemies who were shot by arrows, but the enemies were like wounded deer with terrible arrow feathers stuck in their bodies, and they were standing up and running.
Are these crazy enemies planning to break through head on?
You are really brave people, but you have no chance.
Rurik's crossbow took the lead in aiming at the suspected leader, and suddenly stood up and shouted: "Crossbowman! Fire!"
Twenty half-kneeling mercenaries suddenly stood up, aiming their crossbows at their respective targets.
The trigger was pulled, Rurik's body trembled violently, and a heavy crossbow arrow swirled in the air, heading straight for the selected target.
The alien leader also had quick eyesight and quick hands. When he saw a foreign object flying straight towards him, he subconsciously blocked his face with a big hammer.
What a coincidence, Rurik's crossbow arrow went straight to this man's neck.
After a very strong metal collision, the leader fell to the ground. However, the leader was not hit in the head by the crossbow. He lay on the ground with stars in his eyes, and when he raised the hammer in his hand, it was also hit deeply by the steel arrow cluster.
of dents.
In just one salvo, ten of the thirty people who fled were shot.
These crossbow arrows, which were deliberately designed with very long arrow clusters, directly penetrated the leather clothing of the aliens and dug deeply into their bodies, causing horrific and fatal penetrating wounds.
With only one arrow hit, a soldier immediately lost the ability to fight.
"Haha, it looks like I hit an enemy. Yevluo, do you think I have become a real man?" Rurik was very excited, and then Yevluo handed his master another crossbow with a good string.
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"Sir, the battle is still going on, please be careful."
"That's right." Rurik felt that he was getting carried away, and he hurriedly ordered: "Hunters, keep firing arrows. Crossbowmen, shoot another round. Others, draw their swords and prepare to fight!"
The aliens were momentarily frightened by the sudden death of their companions. Their eyes widened and they suddenly became at a loss.
The Ross hunter had this opportunity to shoot arrows accurately at the dull "target".
The foreign archer was so frightened that he forgot to fight back.
The mercenaries were very obedient to the orders of their financial lord. After setting up their crossbows, they mounted their crossbows.
"Brothers, launch."
Rurik held a crossbow and led his troops in another round of shooting. This time, five unlucky enemies were hit.
The two pieces of arrow rain that are deliberately tilted and bonded give the crossbow arrows the ability to spin when flying. They are short, thick and heavy spiral feather arrows. They are powerful and heavy because they rotate during flight, which relatively overcomes the disadvantage of being prone to unstable flight.
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Rurik even watched the arrow fly in a low and flat arc, aiming at the target and flying accurately. These shooting feelings are indeed something that a bow cannot bring.
Even the enemy's head was pierced by arrow clusters, and the Russians did not even give the deceased any chance to fight back. Everything that belonged to the deceased was actually over.
"Good job, brothers! Keep on cocking, let's try to kill them with the crossbow! I will reward each of you with a silver coin..."
Jevro was very happy with his master's favor, but the current situation no longer required him to bother stringing his crossbow.
He suggested loudly: "There is no need to shoot anymore. The enemy has lost their momentum. They are just a bunch of fat sheep. It's time for the sword and shield men to move out."
Rurik was actually a little unsatisfied. He hoped that this ambush battle would be a perfect shot with a crossbow. Given the current situation, it was indeed unnecessary.
"Okay! Brothers, draw your swords and let us charge."
Jevro also picked up a melee weapon, a so-called short iron sword in his left hand and a short-handled battle ax in his right hand, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, leave a few lives for our master."
The crossbowmen picked up short spears and swords, and the bow-wielding hunters took the lead in charging forward with their axes raised, followed closely by the warriors holding swords and shields.
Those who were hit by crossbows and survived were all killed by the Rus. Perhaps for these seriously injured foreigners, a last-ditch attack was a kind of mercy in a sense.
Finally, those who were lucky enough to survive the crossbows and tried to turn around to escape were either overtaken by the pursuers and beheaded, or were beheaded by the pursuing Ross hunters.
Some poor people were even stabbed directly by the short spear that turned into a javelin.
The leader who was almost shot by Rurik fell in the snow, and instinctively pretended to be dead when his head regained consciousness.
However, the Ross warriors in a tyrannical state had forgotten how many survivors needed to be left alive in this battle.
The leader, who was lucky enough to survive, was almost killed by a short spear. Yevluo rushed over and stopped the soldiers' actions.
He yelled angrily: "Don't you understand? Master Rurik wants to keep one alive, so go away now!"
Forget it, Jevro looked at the person who was almost executed, and saw clearly the person's trembling lips and trembling hands. He suddenly kicked the guy in the crotch who was still pretending to be dead. After all, this person was a
Man, for a critical attack to such a part, the instant pain can negate all pretense.
Having been around for so many years, Yevlo certainly knows some dirty fighting moves. After all, this is war. It is shameful to use dirty tricks in normal fighting training. In battle, there are certain moves that can make the enemy lose the ability to fight.
It's really no use.
The strange man who had been hit was rolling in the snow, his squirrel-skin hat shaking off.
Rurik finally caught up and shouted puzzled at the guy rolling on the ground.
Looking at Yevlo's determined eyes again, he had to ask: "What's wrong with this person?"
"He was beaten by me. Master, maybe we can get some information from this person."
It seems that the tribe has executed all the enemies except this person. Rurik feels that this battle is a fool's errand. The Rus have obviously agreed to fight. What is the identity of the enemy?
"Jevro, go and ask this person's identity."
"Yes! Master."
Jevro stepped forward and asked the guy who had pain in his crotch as usual in Norse.
However, what this man said made Jevro's eyes widen.
Yevro immediately took out the language of his hometown, which he had almost forgotten, and asked the other party's exact identity.
I could only hear this middle-aged man with shaggy hair shouting one word frequently: "kiven! kiven! lama kiven!"
Rurik also opened his eyes wide, because he could understand just these words.
"Kiven? The name of a tribe?" With curiosity, Rurik approached cautiously with his sword.
"Yevlo, have you found out the identity of this person? Kiven? Is it a tribal name?"
Jevro was a little surprised: "Sir, can you understand the language of our Finns?"
"Huh?" Rurik pointed his sword at the fallen man, "Is this person a member of your hometown tribe?"
Yevlo denied it flatly: "No, this is a Kovin man."
"Kewen people? What kind of strange guy is that?"
Jevro shook his head: "He is not a member of my tribe, but I can be sure that our enemies are not Tavastians."
After saying that, Yevro squatted down and put a short sword directly against the throat of the fallen man.
The man who fell on the ground stared at the sharp sword with wide eyes, his whole body trembling.
"Are you really from Covin?" Jevro asked cautiously.
The leader who was the only one left alive responded hurriedly: "I am a Covin, and we are doing some work here. Who are you? Are you Tavastians? Oh, sir, don't kill me."
Jevro almost laughed out loud: "Tavastians? No! I am a Finn, that is, a Suomi. Now, except for me, all the people standing in front of you are Varyag warriors."
"Actually...it's actually a Varangian?!" The surviving leader almost fainted. The Varangians are a hundred times more powerful than the Tavastians, and the Kovin people have gone crazy.
An existence that you don’t dare to mess with.
Yevluo continued to explain his identity: "I am now a servant of the Varangians..."
Jevro wanted to say a few more words, but he didn't expect the man to roll his eyes crazily and his attitude changed instantly: "Oh! That's right! Are you a Suomi? A brother from the south! Oh, the Tavastians are all ours.
Enemies, why should we be enemies? Is your master a Varyag? If I can survive by being a servant of the Varyag, I am willing to be a servant...I even..."
Yevluo was speechless for a moment. He could see that this man looked like a businessman. His act of begging for mercy reminded Yevluo of his previous master Gould. Because this guy's words were too commercial, this person was not
It is simply a prayer for life, but it means "Hero, please spare my life so that I can do things for you."
"Haha, you Kewen people are not good at fighting, but you are real businessmen! In order to survive, you will sell anything?!"
"Hehe." The leader forced a smile, "Isn't it good to be alive?"
Jevro felt that this man was no longer a threat, so he sheathed his sword.
However, this move aroused Rurik's vigilance, and he asked displeasedly: "Are you sure that this guy is your past friend?"
"No! Master, this man is from Kewen. He is willing to be your slave. I only ask for his life."
"Begging for my life? Is it necessary? Who is the Kovin man?" Rurik asked.
Yev shrugged his shoulders, turned around and ordered the leader of the Kewen people: "Kneel down to your master, kneel down to this child. Get down here."
For a moment, like an old sheep lying on the ground, the leader of Coven crawled close to Rurik's feet with his head raised.
"Look, the people of Kewen have surrendered."
Glancing at Jevro's proud face and then at the lying guy, Rurik felt that the development of the situation was very absurd.
"Jevlo."
"exist!"
Rurik frowned and asked, "Who are the Kovin people?"
"They are some merchant tribesmen." Jevro pinched his chin and recalled: "I have forgotten many things from my childhood, but the Kovin people are not powerful enemies. They are just merchants."
"Just a businessman?"
"That's probably it. Master, the word kiven, in our common language, refers to a walking stick. It's a bit like the short spear we use recently. Master, your Rumia also understands this word."
"But I don't know. When I learned the deer herders' language from her, I didn't come across this word."
"Maybe because they are more mysterious." Yevluo shrugged: "My hometown is in the south. I know that there are some Kewen people in the north, but I didn't expect to meet them here."
Is there something special about this place that attracts businessmen?
Rurik felt that something was very strange, so he ordered the kneeling Kovin man in the language of a deer herder: "Be my slave and avoid death."
After that, he imitated the moves he learned from his father Otto, and stretched out his right foot towards the Covin people in front of the warriors of his own tribe.
"Kiss my boots! Be my slave! Avoid death!"
Obviously, the leader of the Kewen people thought it was a bit absurd, but he could understand what this apparently noble Varyag boy said, and the words he spoke were still very similar to the language of his own tribe.
Ah, because in the 830s AD, the deer herders (Sami people) and Finns (Suomi people), as well as the entire modern Finland, even the residents of Karelia, spoke the same language. They were all Finnish
The dialects spoken by one branch of the National People's Congress group have not yet reached the level of independent languages.
The leader immediately stretched out his head and expressed his surrender to Rurik.
What does having one more Corvin servant mean? Rurik still doesn't know yet. But he has a hunch that this matter is not as simple as accepting a servant.
Today's adventure is destined to mean even more magical events.