Chapter 275: The Betrayed Fugitive Slave Will Be Killed
Tyravis's heart was satisfied. He didn't think much logically. He was completely defeated. To obey the strong was to fulfill his oath. He knelt down to kiss Rurik's boots. When he saw this,
His sister Saipolava imitated her brother and did exactly the same thing.
Compared to her brother, Saipolava is just like a leaf drifting with the tide on the Oulu River in autumn. She no longer cares about her fate being manipulated by others.
The two children stood up and subconsciously stood beside their father Mechasta.
Rurik opened his arms and took off his helmet, revealing a clean and beautiful golden ponytail. The smile on his face gave people a completely comfortable feeling. But this child had clearly shown his cold side just now.
This smile even made Jevro and other people who participated in the "decapitation of corpses" operation find it inappropriate. He was clearly a cute and beautiful boy, and he was stunned to do that kind of thing.
Mechasta has lived for so many years, and through this smile, he clearly feels the unfathomable depth of this beautiful boy.
Rurik reiterated again: "I gave you one last chance, but you were still defeated. You are brave, and I admire your courage in defending the mountain fortress. We Russians respect brave people, and maybe this battle could have been avoided."
But you are the ones who took the initiative to attack my servants. There is a prisoner who claims to be from the Gray Squirrel tribe, so we came to attack you! Because you attacked my servants."
By saying this, Rurik was looking for a reasonable reason for the Russian attack. This was clearly what Otto first said to the Salmon Lord tribe. Now, Rurik finally said these words to the real people.
A tribe of gray squirrels listens.
Mechasta looked ashamed. He kept his words deep in his heart. He did not dare to say that it was the expedition he sent. But this was the reason for the Russian attack. He had to imagine that if he had not sent the expedition, what if Voima
Kashad and those people are all dead, and his people will not be annihilated.
Today's gray squirrel tribe has been destroyed, and the remaining people will live with a new identity.
Next, the Russian army finally achieved the final victory. Their faces were filled with the joy of victory, and they marched to Gray Squirrel Hill Castle in accordance with the agreement.
Even if Mechasta leads his people to surrender completely, they still have to pay some price.
That is all the property and materials they have stored. They are the spoils of war for the Russians, and they are the conditions for Rurik and Otto to satisfy their subordinates.
The vast number of Russian warriors loyally followed their leader and his son to fight, hoping to gain a lot of benefits after winning.
Otto knew this well, and so did Rurik.
In this era, don't expect that you can really use some kind of restrictions or some kind of awe-inspiring beliefs to restrain this group of barbaric warriors. Rurik has lost his innocence and experienced this "Operation Northern Hunting" soaked in blood.
, he really understood that the courage and bestiality that his people unleashed were all for the purpose of crazily plundering wealth after the battle.
Inappropriate metaphor, the Russians who entered the mountain fortress were like a swarm of locusts.
They scavenge for anything of value, focusing especially on furs and food.
The sun had already set, and the young Rus warriors had the right to enter the mountain fort first to search, and Otto acted as a leader. He escorted Mechasta, the former owner of the mountain fort, and asked him to identify all the warehouses and cellars.
A large number of squirrel skins, deer skins, and even two bear skins and more than a dozen wolf skins were found.
There is no doubt about the value of leather, and Otto wanted to get more good things. However, Mechasta claimed that the only valuable things in his hand besides leather were a large amount of smoked and hard dried fish.
Otto took it for granted that the man was lying, and ordered his men to search with all their strength.
This search was remarkable. A wooden pole was inserted into the cellar entrance, attracting the attention of more than a dozen Russian soldiers.
As the wooden bars were opened, the smell of smoked dried fish in the cellar came out.
For the Russians who didn't think there was anything wrong with eating raw herring, the fishy smell was simply a delicacy. They thought what they found was a local food warehouse, but they never expected that a large living person was hidden inside.
This person is none other than the imprisoned Voyma Kashad.
In the claustrophobic cellar, the Russians carrying torches deep inside immediately started fighting with poor Voyma Kashad. This guy who tried every means to escape from the clutches of Ross was beaten until his face was almost covered with blood.
After falling asleep, he was dragged to the ground.
Even though there was a lot of blood on this person's face, people on the ground recognized his identity at a glance.
"It's actually the dog we escaped from. He's not dead."
"No way! Could it be that they just look alike."
"No! Go and report to the leader, we have found the escaped dog!"
After all, Woima Kashad swore allegiance to him. He is now a runaway slave and deserves to be tried.
At this moment, Otto, who had stayed in the house that belonged to Mechasta, completely became the master of the mountain castle. The former master now just knelt down and listened to his orders.
Otto lamented the shabbyness of the local people. He thought for a while, these guys were not Gotlanders after all, and they did not get much profit from conquering them.
Just when Otto felt unhappy and a little worried about Rurik who insisted on staying outside the mountain with the surrenders, a soldier hurried over and then half-knelt on the ground respectfully.
"Big boss, we found a person."
Otto casually said: "An enemy? Kill him!" After that, he also looked at the submissive Mechasta: "We made an agreement that all those who do not evacuate must be killed."
Mechasta was a little surprised. He had more or less guessed who the so-called person was.
The soldier who reported the news looked embarrassed: "But, that guy is..."
"What is it?"
"It's your escaped hound."
"Is it him?! Voyma Kashad, damn dog!" Otto's anger was instantly ignited. He suddenly stood up from the bearskin seat and asked: "You didn't kill that man, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Let's go! Let's go out. I will publicly kill this unfaithful dog!"
Otto approached the door of the cabin angrily, and looked at Mechasta with his head raised coldly: "I'm going to kill your people. Remember, the betrayer must die."
Jevlo, who was ordered to be the translator, not only translated Otto's words, but also added his own facial expressions to make the words full of threats.
Mechasta was so frightened that he hurriedly said that he did not dare to rebel.
Just outside, a large group of Russians held burning wood and surrounded Voima Kashad, who was obviously beaten.
Otto walked into the crowd proudly, took off his feet and knocked down the huddled people.
"You are a stupid dog! You must die now." After that, Otto randomly selected two people: "You two, pull this sinner up, we will publicly execute the traitor."
Because of Woima Kashad's escape, Otto naturally lacked trust in the Gray Squirrel tribe. Otto sorted out many events during this period, and he increasingly felt that there was this thread behind the entire war.
The workings of dogs.
It was entirely Rurik's idea to pardon the tribe's survivors.
According to Otto's own idea, except for the young woman among them, the rest of the tribe should be executed together, which would save unnecessary trouble.
Rurik had never had this idea of Otto.
Outside the mountain fortress, what Rurik was doing, under the protection of the remaining soldiers, was to comfort the frightened new servants.
Maybe Rurik, who took off his helmet, gave others the impression that he was a beautiful boy, a boy who had nothing to do with violence.
Rurik penetrated into the camp of the defeated. He came unarmed. Of course, behind him were a group of warriors armed with crossbows.
The women and children did not dare to act rashly, and the surviving men also kept quiet. Two hundred pairs of eyes looked at Rurik, and then listened to his kind words.
"I am your master now, and I will take you all away. I will not humiliate you. As long as you remain surrendered, everything will be fine.
Women who lose their husbands will get new ones. Children who lose their parents will be raised by me. I will ensure that all of you are alive, as long as you surrender.
We found an iron mountain in the north. I will order you to dig ore, and I will send people to teach you how to smelt iron. You no longer have to catch squirrels, all of you will be miners I can trust. If you mine ore and smelt it, you will get
With the shelter of us Russians, there will be no hunger.
If anyone dares to attack you, he will start a war with the Russians. At that time, we will help you fight..."
Rurik estimated that these people were in extreme panic, and what they needed most was the conqueror's guarantee of their right to life.
He made such a promise and outlined a bright future for the gray squirrel tribe in public.
Also because his language is relatively fluent in the "deer farmer's language", people in Kewen can fully understand it, which invisibly increases the sense of intimacy.
After Rurik finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with crutches and strange braids stood up, carrying a leather drum.
Judging from his appearance, Rurik immediately realized that this person was a shaman.
"I am Bolla, and I am the shaman of the tribe. My child, are you the lucky one blessed by your god?"
Rurik completely understood what this person said. He understood that the original meaning of this woman's name was "owl", and looking at her dress, she did have some owl meaning.
Rurik felt a little strange when he looked at such a strange person. Because this middle-aged woman really looked like a forest elite, mysterious and ghostly.
Rurik calmed down. She was pretending to be a ghost anyway, so he should act harder.
"Everything is a prophecy. Our God sent a revelation, telling me that I will have a battle with you. I understand your language, which is also a miracle."
No one thought these remarks were bizarre. The survivors of the gray squirrel tribe, including Taravis, who sincerely expressed his surrender, were looking at the arrogant blond boy with shocked eyes at this moment.
Many people looked at the surprised shaman, waiting for her opinion.
Without the leader, the shaman was the leader of the tribe, the shaman Porla. She suddenly twitched all over, and then while beating the leather drum manically, the ghostly owl call came from her mouth.
When the tribesmen saw this, they knelt down one after another.
"What's going on?!" Rurik felt strange, and an inexplicable sense of tension sat in his mind.
After some owl calls, the female shaman muttered a lot of words that no one could understand while twitching. It gave Rurik the feeling that this guy was communicating with their god?
In fact, Rurik knew that this was just a "possession" ritual. Those who didn't believe it would naturally not believe it, but this group of tribesmen made it clear that they believed it.
All the Russians who were watching were at a loss. Rurik muttered secretly: "You are really good at imitating bird calls. You are worthy of being called a woman called an owl."
He couldn't help but imagine that if there were a few priestesses in his tribe who were good at learning the sounds of birds and bears, life would definitely add some fun, and they could also enhance the sense of ritual when they were priests. In fact, the Russians were just like these Covin people, and Rurik was really
I know that my own people also believe that the mountains, rivers and oceans are protected by gods, otherwise they wouldn’t have large-scale priests at the beach every spring.
The shaman finally regained his composure, and the people who were kneeling stood up one after another.
The shaman carrying the leather drum broke away from the crowd and stood boldly in front of Rurik. Some mercenaries wanted to drive away this guy who was approaching the financial owner, but Rurik stopped him.
"Have you finished communicating with your god?" Rurik seemed to be very knowledgeable after hearing the news.
The shaman nodded in agreement, and then she raised her leather drum and faced the other tribesmen: "The mountain god, river god and lake god have all decided that this boy is our master. We need to trust him! Because he is a god.
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Hearing this, Rurik almost couldn't hold it in anymore. He really didn't expect there to be such a flattering person, but the shaman's praise of him really saved him a lot of trouble.
Rurik noticed that the fear disappeared from the faces illuminated by the campfire.
The little girl Cyberawa, who had always been submissive and had empty eyes, actually came closer to her on her own initiative.
Rurik's clothes were pulled by this kid with a braided hair, "Master... are you really a god?"
"I..." Rurik wanted to deny it. Looking at the current situation, it seems that there is no point in denying it openly. "I am a person blessed by God. Maybe I am really a god."
"Then you are God. My father asked me to be your woman, and I am very happy to be... your woman. Master, are your promises true?"
In fact, Rurik is much taller than Sepolava. They are actually the same age, both are only eight years old.
After all, Rurik only has an eight-year-old body. After all, he is an old guy at heart. Now, he has become more pragmatic.
He stroked the girl's forehead and said in a gentle tone: "I will keep my promise. I am the one you can rely on. All of you are my people."
Saipolava was a little girl after all, and she naively believed that the boy could be close to him without any hostility. Little did she know that it was the weapons invented by this boy and the army he raised that caused heavy casualties to the gray squirrel tribe.
Rurik comforted the Saiborava named "Lovely Squirrel" as if he were comforting his own child or his sister. In short, this girl and Terravis are both noble people in the tribe.
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If you want to control this tribe well, you must first control the noble people, and secondly the shaman holding the leather drum. As for Mechasta, Rurik thinks that this person may not be of great use in the future.
Because the future belongs to young people, that is, my own generation, the young people of Rus under Rurik's rule and all young servants.
Just as Rurik quickly appeased the helpless survivors of the gray squirrel tribe with a series of promises, making them believe that he was a conqueror who kept his word, Otto gathered a group of warriors, holding torches high, and walked out of the nearly collapsed building with great momentum.
door.
The survivors who had just stabilized their mentality were now panicking again.
Rurik hurriedly reassured: "Don't be afraid! I will protect you. I am your master. No one dares to hurt you."
After saying that, Rurik hurriedly ran towards his father, and at this glance he also saw Woima Kashad who was being escorted.
"Ah! Is it this man? He's not dead?!"
"He will definitely die." Otto glanced at the escorted person and said to Rurik: "Now I will give you a task."
"What's going on?" Rurik asked curiously.
"It's up to you to execute this hateful traitor."
"Ah?! Do you want me to execute him personally?!"
"What? You don't dare?!" Otto said harshly, "Remember, you are the man who will inherit my career. You must kill the traitors."
"this……"
Rurik, who originally thought he was strong enough and extremely cold-blooded, hesitated on the spot when he heard his father's order.
"Don't worry. Execution of traitors is your right and what you must do. Today, you must execute this traitor in front of those servants. You must establish your own prestige and show your authority to those servants.
manner."
Rurik understood what Otto said. After all, Otto was a very pragmatic old guy. He ordered him to execute this man. This would not only establish his authority but also serve as a warning to others.
Rurik glanced at the small face and then at the obviously beaten and dying Voyma Kashad, thinking that this guy has been really unlucky in the past month.
Execute him personally? With a sword?
Rurik's heart was beating, the weather was cold, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
An idea suddenly came to mind.
"No! I can't do it myself."
"Huh?" Otto was shocked. "That's not possible! You kill him right here. This is my order."
Rurik saw that two warriors had pinned Woimakshad to the ground. The man had completely given up resistance and was exhaling indifferently like a walking zombie.
"That won't work either." Rurik said in a hurry, "My sword cannot be contaminated by the blood of such traitors. He must die, but he must die in a different way."
"Oh? What do you think?"
"I have my own ideas."
After a while, Woima Kashad was tied to a pine tree. In front of him, there were as many as sixteen crossbowmen lined up in two rows.
All the survivors of the Gray Squirrel tribe were ordered to watch the execution, and the rest of the Rus, servants of the Salmon Lord, all held up torches and acted as spectators.
Voima Kashad was blindfolded by a rag and his mouth was stuffed with cloth, although Rurik didn't think this man still had the energy to curse.
Rurik had already thought about it. Since he was going to execute a traitor, he would make the scene grand and really kill him as a warning to others.
Rurik, holding a short sword, has become an arbiter. No one is dismissive of his short stature and young age, because almost everyone believes that this son is the "Odin Blesser".
The execution of the traitors was supervised by Rurik, and the execution was even more solemn especially under this night, as if Rurik had been authorized by Odin and Valhalla.
Rurik faced everyone and said loudly in Norse: "Everything is caused by this man. He led people to attack and enslave the deer herders. He provoked a war between us and the Salmon Lord tribe. He
Bring the disaster of war to the gray squirrel tribe. This man is the source of all evil! He must die!"
Rurik repeated the same words in a language understandable to the people of Kewen, which immediately aroused strong resonance among all the people of Kewen.
Even if you are a servant, it is a helpless move. If you can, who would want war?
Unable to defeat the Russians, everyone turned their anger on Voyma Kashad.
The dying Woima Kashad was indeed not that unjust. He originally wanted to watch the Rus people fight against the enemies of the Gray Squirrel tribe so as to reap the benefits, but what he ended up attracting was obviously the most ferocious monster.
Rurik heard a lot of curses in his ears, all of which were accusing Voyma Kashad.
"Alas! You are also a pitiful person, and even more so a hateful person." Rurik muttered, shaking his head and turning his back to the tied man.
"Jevlo!"
"exist!"
"Execution!" Rurik ordered loudly.
Jevro personally led the mercenaries to raise the crossbow, and with a command, all the crossbow arrows hit the tied prisoner. Voyma Kashad died immediately, and his death was indeed a bit useless.
"Everything is over." Rurik raised his head and glanced at his father Otto: "Dad, maybe we can leave here."
"No!" Otto said with a serious face, "The matter is not over yet!"
"Not yet?!" Rurik asked with wide eyes.
"The war is not over, unless the remaining tribes are willing to surrender to us. Listen, Rurik, our goal is to conquer all the Kovin people. We are their masters. In the future, all Kovin people must be like Novgo
Just like the people of Rhodes, they pay tribute every year!"
"Okay, it's just what I want." Rurik didn't say much. After all, he and his father had exactly the same attitude towards this matter. However, his father obviously wanted to complete the investigation of all Kewen people as quickly as possible.
The conquest even caused the "Operation Northern Hunting" to become the "Operation Conquering the Kowen People".
It’s been too long since I left Fort Ross!
Rurik gained something, he felt that he had finally become a man with animal nature.