The temporary job of the twenty Russians was to frantically throw the heads on the sleds into the wall. According to Rurik, this would scare the enemy into submission and force them to surrender.
As many as seven hundred heads were thrown over, and the high walls of the mountain castle were filled with these terrifying entities. Those women and children who took refuge without knowing where they were, how could they expect to see so many ferocious and miserable heads in their lifetimes?
The tribe of gray squirrels went into a frenzy of screams.
Rurik, as well as his warriors on the front line, all heard the screams coming from a large number of women.
"This is the reinforcement you are expecting! This is the head of your reinforcement! You have completely failed! Surrender and become our slaves, you will not be killed. Otherwise, if we knock down your city wall, everyone will die."
Rurik spoke in the ancient Sami language he learned from Rumia, and of course the Kovin people understood it completely.
The mountain fortress was full of ferocious heads, and Mechasta was already disheartened. All the warriors who wanted to fight, including his ten-year-old son, had now suffered a mental breakdown.
Rurik continued to roar: "The tribe that caught the salmon has become our servants, and their people have been treated well! Now, there are only two choices before you! Be our servants! Or be killed!"
Mechasta thought, could it be that the child was not actually a Varyag? Instead, he was a child of a tribe that was a servant of the Varyag?
He felt that the language Rurik spoke made people feel a little friendly, but the content of the language made people feel chilling.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Mechasta stood up resolutely.
The sudden appearance of a man caused the crossbowmen led by Yevro to aim their crosshairs at him.
Mechasta plucked up the courage and shouted: "As long as we give up resistance and become your slaves! Can my people continue to live?"
Rurik was very happy that his enemy was willing to cooperate, so he shouted loudly: "I! Rurik! The successor of the leader of the Rus' people! The one blessed by the great god Odin! The master of all deer farmers! The leader of the salmon-catching tribe
Master! Who are you?!"
Mechasta's heart tightened. He didn't expect that this child was quite young. Although he didn't understand some words at all. But Mechasta knew a little bit about the legend of the Russians. He first knew the concept of "Russian".
He knew that this tribe belonged to the Varyag people. But he never thought that the Varyag's fighting power was so crazy.
"I...my name is Mechasta. The leader of the Gray Squirrel Tribe. This is our land. You...why did you attack us?"
Why? A good but pointless question.
Rurik has a little bit of truth on this issue, but what's the use of talking about it now?
Rurik yelled: "People of the Gray Squirrel tribe, this is your fate! All the Kovin people will become slaves of us Rus people. This is your fate. All of you! All of you belong to me, Rurik.
Servant! I can swear to the gods here. You surrender! Be my servant! All men! Women! And children! Your life will be guaranteed! As long as you decide to give up resistance! You!"
Rurik stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Mechasta: "You. Kneel in front of me, kiss my boots, and swear to be my servant. All of you will be guaranteed life. If you refuse! All of you will die."
Mechasta knew that these guys were definitely serious. What was very bad was that he no longer had the capital to continue fighting.
He had no other choice, so he finally gave up on his resistance and ordered his frightened tribesmen to move out all the debris blocking the door.
Gray Squirrel Hill Castle, Kaicheng surrenders!
Of course, this decision was opposed and questioned by some people. Many women knelt on the ground and begged the leader not to do this.
Mechasta's attitude was very decisive: "You all stand up! The Russians have sworn to their gods! As long as we open the city and surrender, everyone will still be alive. Otherwise, everyone will die."
Mechasta was still surrounded by some women, but other women had already begun to move the debris blocking the door.
More and more people are mentally shaken, and they place their chances of survival on the charity of the Russians.
Gradually, all the Russians, including Rurik, noticed that the large wooden door, which had been knocked nearly to pieces, finally showed signs of being opened.
The wooden door cracked open, and someone came out cautiously. That person was none other than the man who was standing on the city wall before.
The wooden door gradually opened completely, causing strong agitation in the Russian army.
Otto ordered everyone to keep quiet and not to attack rashly.
Behind Mechasta were hundreds of doubtful tribesmen, and he came to beg for surrender on behalf of all living tribesmen.
Rurik stood proudly, and behind him were crossbowmen with crossbows and majestic sword-and-shielders.
"Come on, servant. Prove your loyalty!" Rurik said, drawing his dagger.
Mechasta's face was solemn. When he left, he inserted his ancestral iron sword directly into the ground and opened his hands to prove that he had no weapons.
He approached Rurik and suddenly knelt down on the ground. Without any words, he kissed Rurik's boots, and then finally knelt straight. A grown man knelt down to a child, and Mechasta felt a sense of humiliation.
Feeling that for the possibility of survival of the tribal people, he could only do this.
"My master, will you keep your promise?" Mechasta asked cautiously.
Rurik, who was in a good mood, smiled and said: "Of course! I swore to the gods! As long as you surrender sincerely, I will keep my promise. Is your surrender sincere?"
Mechasta always felt that Russians were easily angered and repented, so he hurriedly said: "We are sincere."
"Okay! You stand up, let all your people come out, and you come to appease them. My people will enter your mountain fortress. Remember, anyone who does not evacuate is an enemy who must be killed."
In this way, the remaining members of the Gray Squirrel tribe, with great anxiety, supported each other and walked out of the mountain fortress they had held for a long time with bare hands.
There were a large number of Ross warriors. When they saw a large number of people coming out, their eyes lit up with fire.
The Russians did not have any hatred towards these mountain fortress defenders. Because of Otto’s pre-war instigation, everyone clearly regarded those people as a lot of treasure. If Otto had not controlled the overall situation, a large group would have charged.
Go up and catch your own slave with your own hands.
But no one dared to disobey the order. Everyone was unwilling to see the guards leave the mountain fort and gather together again. It was obvious that Rurik was now the master of those people.
Each slave can be exchanged for a sum of money after resale, which can be his own living expenses for half a year, or he can simply use the slave to work and gain profits himself. Or he can simply upgrade the female slave to a wife.
Everyone regards slaves as important resources, and Rurik doesn't have the same attitude.
Compared with his own tribe, Rurik is at a very high level. Seeing that all the gray squirrel tribesmen have basically come out, Rurik has also thought of a strategy to resettle them.
A strung crossbow was pointed at these people who were huddled in fear. Most people with sharp eyes did not know what the "terrible short arrow" was until this moment. Those strong men's hands
The strange weapon he held inside was a short arrow launcher. Anyone hit by an arrow would die immediately.
Mechasta, who surrendered, was always in fear, fearing that the Russians would order a massacre.
However, everyone is already fat on the chopping block, and now they can only obey the arrangements of the Russians.
"Have all your people come out?" Rurik put on a arrogant posture, but he clearly looked like a child, and he could not intimidate everyone here.
Mechasta hurriedly complimented and said: "The living people have come out, and now there are only the dead in our mountain fortress."
Rurik narrowed his eyes and warned: "Really? My men are about to enter the mountain fortress, and those who do not evacuate are our enemies and must be executed. Did you know?!"
Mechasta hesitated for a moment, because a small group of seriously injured tribesmen were not dead. There was also a person imprisoned in the cellar, that Voyma Kashad who had a certain relationship with the Varyag people.
At this point, he knew that he could only protect the remaining tribesmen who could still move around independently.
"My master, we all understand. We are your slaves, and we will do as you please."
"Is this really true?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes. We are your loyal servants."
Rurik shook his head: "No! You are all my slaves. Remember, your master is me, Rurik! What is your name?"
"I am Mechasta, the leader of the tribe."
"You were defeated and became my slaves. I should have broken you up and divided you evenly among my people."
When Mechasta heard this, he immediately looked horrified. He knelt on the ground and begged: "Great Russian people, I just ask you not to break us up. We... all of us, elect you to be our leader now.
"
"Oh?" Rurik found it very interesting, because even in the language of ancient Finns, leader and slave owner are completely different concepts.
As for Rurik, he doesn't like the identity of "slave owner". He naturally feels that this word is dirty. Although his current identity is clearly that of a slave owner, if he can have a gentler identity, in his own heart
Feel more comfortable.
"Being your leader? That's not impossible. However, I am already your master. I can preserve your integrity and protect your lives, but you must show your loyalty."
"Yes! Great leader, I want to present you a gift." In order to survive, Mechasta transformed into a hound and tried his best to cater to his new master.
He felt that he had helped the tribe find the most beneficial way to survive, and this noble man named Rurik was obviously more reasonable.
Mechasta quickly pulled his two children out from the crowd.
Ten-year-old Terravis pouted reluctantly, and eight-year-old Saipolava's dull expression was like a leaf drifting with the tide.
Mechasta ordered the two children to kneel in front of Rurik, and further ordered them to kiss Rurik's boots.
"What do you mean?!"
How willing is Mechasta's heart? For the future safety of the tribe, he feels that as a leader, he needs to make a great sacrifice. If two children are sacrificed in exchange for the safety of the entire tribe, this is appropriate.
Mechasta complimented: "My lord, these are my two children. My daughter can be your personal servant, and my son can fight for you."
What is this? A marriage?
Seeing the little girl's submissive look, she was clearly frightened. This mechanical kneeling gesture made Rurik feel pity.
But the boy who was a little shorter than him, and was said to be ten years old, was clearly a stubborn calf.
Seeing that his son did not kneel down, Mechasta panicked and immediately kicked his son's knees.
Taravis had a stubborn face. He fell and got up immediately, fell down again and got up again.
"He is very stubborn..." As he said that, Rurik pulled out his dagger.
When Mechasta was shocked, he saw Tyravis, who was only ten years old, suddenly pounced on Rurik, eager to fight with both hands. However, this move was not effective against Rurik who was proficient in wrestling.
meaningless.
Rurik was taken aback, and with a clean movement of his legs, he pinned the attacker down, and Rurik's dagger was directly pressed against the man's neck.
Jevro didn't even react. Seeing that his master had successfully solved the battle, he felt a little relieved and immediately ordered his men to take three steps forward and fire the crossbow at any time.
Because of his youngest son's crazy behavior, Mechasta knelt on the ground trembling all over. He begged: "My master! He is still a child! Please don't be impulsive and please forgive him."
"Why?! He is obviously attacking me."
At the same time, Otto had quietly appeared behind Rurik with all the warriors in chainmail. Otto had deliberately delegated power. He was determined to be a spectator and watch Rurik handle the conquest properly.
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A small disturbance occurred, and Rurik was completely under control of the situation. While Otto felt relieved, he couldn't help but wonder whether these people were still deliberately resisting.
Rurik soon noticed his father's presence. Those armored elites were all here. I was afraid that once his father got angry and gave an order, wouldn't the surrenderers here be wiped out like melons and vegetables? That would not be consistent.
own will.
Even in such a crisis, Tyravis, who was pinned down, found that he was unable to fight back, and the cold sword beside his neck was terrifying.
Tyravis was still unconvinced and shouted: "You! I should have shot you with my bow! You escaped! Now I...I have no chance. You kill me."
Rurik was really shocked, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened: "What? You are the archer?"
"That's me! You're lucky I didn't shoot you."
"My luck? No, that's fate. You are destined to be our servants."
"No! I don't accept it!" Telavis tried his best to shout in defiance.
"You don't accept it? You are defeated, you are losers. I can save your life, as long as you are willing to be my slave. Believe me, this is your reward."
Humiliating? Sad? In fact, a real child in Telavis doesn't have so many thoughts. Even his father Mechasta's first priority is how to survive.
Telavis' only thought was that he longed to have a duel with his opponent on equal terms.
"I...I want to fight with you. As long as you defeat me, I will be your servant. If I win, all my people will be free."
All the Russian troops present and those who understood the local language felt that what he said was too ridiculous.
How is it appropriate for a defeated person to reason with a victor?
Instead, Rurik sheathed his sword in public and released his leg that was holding Terravis back from getting up.
"Since you want to fight? Come on!" After saying that, Rurik took off his sword, dragged the chain armor, handed it to his father, and explained his thoughts.
"You don't need to duel with them. That kid can't defeat you, so why bother?" Otto had doubts and at the same time ordered all his soldiers to act as spectators.
Rurik's answer was also very subtle: "That child is somewhat similar to us. When encountering a battle, he perseveres to the end. You also appreciate this quality."
This statement spoke to Otto's heart. A fight was okay. Although his son must have won a great victory, he used his free power as a bet. How could these losers claim that as long as they win the fight, they must regain their freedom?
But Rurik just showed his identity and made a solemn promise.
On one side were the submissive Gray Squirrel tribe survivors huddled together, and on the other side were the arrogant Ross warriors wearing chainmail.
Rurik and Terravis stared at each other.
Rurik's eyes were burning, and he pointed his eyes directly at his enemy: "I am the successor of the leader of the Ross tribe. You are the successor of the leader of the Gray Squirrel tribe. You and I both represent our respective tribes. Now, I will give you a chance. Your name is
What's the name?"
"Taravis."
"Okay! Tyravis, this is our agreement, and it is also an agreement that is watched by God. I will keep my promise. And you, if you still lose, you must truly be my servant."
"I will not lose!" Terravis said firmly, "I will break your front teeth and you will plead. But if I lose, I will be your servant. I swear to our God."
"Very good. Come on then!" Rurik stretched out his right hand in a provocative gesture, although he didn't think the other party understood the meaning of a middle finger.
Finally, the provocation paid off, and the child rushed over.
A fight is a fight, and Rurik is indeed a little younger than Terravis. In terms of overall quality, Rurik is the winner. What's more, this North Germanic body is inherently stronger than the Finnish people.
Rurik saw the opportunity, and first accurately broke Terravis's crumbling baby teeth with an elbow strike, and then used several grappling techniques to pin him to the ground again. Rurik deliberately broke Terravis's teeth.
His fingers tended to break it off.
Everything was expected. Seeing this scene, why did Otto feel so familiar?
"It hurts! It hurts! My master, I surrender!"
"Ah! Don't break up anymore."
"Have you surrendered? Do you admit defeat?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes! I surrender and I will be loyal to you."
At this moment Rurik was willing to believe it and let go of his hand.
Finally, the unruly Tyravis was finally tamed. He knelt down on his own initiative and told about his archery with a mouth full of teeth, and then expressed his surrender.
"Are you the archer? I really can't tell you are a master of archery?!"
The kneeling Terravis introduced himself and said: "I can do many things for you. I am an excellent archer. As long as you can ensure the safety of my people."
"Of course, I am an honest person and you can trust me." At this moment, Rurik's mind was spinning wildly and he thought of Temujin's subjugation of the bad guy and the name he gave him.
Rurik couldn't help but think so, because Zhebie means "arrow", and the name Tyravis is also related to arrows.
"Okay! You appreciate your archery skills very much. As long as you truly surrender, I don't care about your archery against me. I will arrange some things for you, such as letting you train a group of archers. You
If you fight for me, you will also be rewarded."
Rurik's words concealed his plans for Terravis' future. Rurik needs a right-hand man and some military training coaches. This boy has excellent archery skills at a young age. I'm afraid he won't be as good as
A genius like Zhebie?
Keep it in your account and regard it as the right way.
As well as the survivors of these servant gray squirrel tribes, Rurik chose a brand new future for them, an arrangement that these squirrel catching masters could never imagine and had nothing to do with catching squirrels.
, but it is a major benefit to the Russian people.