The continuous good days warmed people's hearts, and the whole Roseburg became more and more green. In just three months, the world once covered by ice and snow became lush and green.
In the extremely high-dimensional Roseburg, the average daily maximum temperature has exceeded 20 degrees in recent times, and many people have even felt a little bit hot.
They were a large number of strong men who were not very particular. They exposed their upper bodies covered with golden chest hair and stretched out their furry arms. They actively stood on their own fishing boats and pulled the nets to the boat with all their strength.
Roseburg has entered the warmest time of the year. This year's situation is indeed significantly different than in the past. Its strong warmth is felt by everyone, and the large demand for supplies on Tombstone Island also tempts fishermen to transport large quantities of fish there.
Therefore, when the small fleet composed of the Avora returned, the fleet directly met Rurik's own fishing boat.
It was a fishing boat with a port number, and the fishermen had all signed contracts with Rurik.
The two fleets temporarily met at sea. Rurik on the deck asked condescendingly, and he felt more confident about the future battle.
At least their own fishing boats and contracted fishermen will be very active in fishing and transporting goods for profit.
What about the other tribesmen? I dare not say that they made great sacrifices for the great war to conquer the Gotlanders. Rurik believed that they at least contributed immediately for the sake of profit.
Ahead, a large number of off-net boats were cruising, and there were also a group of boats hanging on the sea. Fishermen were fishing for cod with hemp ropes.
The entire Gulf of Bothnia is under the control of the Ross people. Most of the fish resources in this huge bay with a depth of 600 kilometers have become the exclusive exclusive rights of the Principality of Ross. However, due to the limitations of fishing technology, the Ross people
Human beings are still "takers with very limited abilities", and their influence on the ecological resources of this bay is very limited.
Just a few days ago, Rurik was worried about launching a major war and the logistical pressure on the Russian army would be a huge problem that would be difficult to alleviate.
The weather was clear at the moment. Standing on the bow deck four meters above the waterline, he could overlook a large number of ships and even the distant horizon.
"There are so many ships? Is it difficult for all the Russians to come out to work? If I go back now, how many people will stay here for a long time? If they don't come back by the winter solstice, my order..."
Rurik unexpectedly felt a little more stressed, but now he needs to go back as soon as possible.
On the night of June 25th, the southwest direction had become very weak, but the Aurora continued to sail with its sails still hoisted.
It's just that within seventy-two hours, the latitude of Roseburg reached the point of the astronomical summer solstice, so today's pure night time has been compressed to only one hour.
The Aurora sailed almost in the middle of the day, but was blown by the warm sea breeze, which made Rurik feel that this world was really weird.
The final voyage was uneventful, just as Rurik expected. After this short night, an unknown number of hours passed. In short, the sun was still floating in the western sky, and the Avrola fleet turned around.
head, and all enter the Rossberg Fjord.
Four large ships with unique triangular sails entered the harbor, and the sails were clearly sewn with huge criss-crossing blue stripes.
It's the leader's ship! The leader's fleet has made a triumphant return!
A large number of fishing boats have left the harbor for fishing operations, but there are actually not many people taking in Rossburg. Most of them still stay at home. Especially the women, who work as tailors and are also responsible for chopping firewood to boil the salt for marinating the fish.
Rumia gently lowered her hood, revealing her unique black hair and a braid tied behind her head with a silver hairpin.
She hurriedly approached her man and interrupted urgently: "Rurik, the high priest is looking for you."
"It's Vilia! Is she okay?" For a moment Rurik was so shocked that his whole body was numb. He suddenly thought of the high priest's bleak look as he was about to die when he set sail. Look at Rumia's current mood.
, apparently the high priest is in good condition.
Rumia nodded: "The High Priest can still speak and eat. The Great God did not take her away."
Rurik had already talked to Gould about the war. Gould was so shocked by the seriousness of the situation that his face turned red. His face was ashen and serious, and his plump body could not help but tremble.
"Just follow my decision. This is the power entrusted to me by the Duke. Just follow my orders. Do you remember?"
Gould nodded vigorously: "Go to Malaren to recruit mercenaries who are not afraid of death. Then buy a batch of salted fish jerky or other food. I will organize a fleet to go there today."
Rurik nodded and followed Rumia without saying a word, ignoring the others.
Otto shrugged, his big hands still squeezing Carlotta's neck: "Let's go back now."
"But, Duke, we..."
"Silly boy, this is Roseburg, and you have to call me father here."
"Yes! Dad..." She changed her words in an instant, and Carlotta actually felt a little uncomfortable. Although the war was still going on, she just wanted to go home, see her biological sister, see her adoptive mother, and rest for a while.
Rumia held Rurik's wrist, and the two of them ran along, forcing the accompanying priestess to also hold her gown and run along.
Rumia is still a deer herder who is good at running, even though she has essentially fulfilled the duties of the high priest of Rus.
She was spared her life by Odin. With this favor, the tribe no longer had prejudices and doubts about the black-haired deer herder. For her, this doubt was a great rebellion against God.
Now, Rumia has not been dazzled by the power she possesses. Doesn’t all the stable life today come from Rurik?
The war launched by the entire alliance, previewed by the high priest, will surely end on a very large scale, and the Russians will also gain huge gains from this war.
What exactly is the so-called huge harvest? Do you mean those poor prisoners who were transported back some time ago?
Rumia wanted to know the "secret" that Vilia knew, but she didn't dare to ask in detail.
Soon Rurik returned to the longhouse of the priests and sat next to Grandma Vilia.
A hand that looked like a dead bone rose up, and Rurik grabbed it without hesitation, and then put it against his face.
A faint smile appeared on Villa's withered face, "God said that I can't leave until the important things are done."
"Grandma, you..."
"That was a preview, and the preview has become a reality. You...are back."
"Yes! I'm back. I want to participate in this year's summer solstice sacrifice. This is what I must do."
Wei Liya laughed subconsciously and said slowly: "You... are definitely not because of this incident. You want to plan a big event, but I don't know what it is. It's just that the oracle told me that what you planned is right."
Ross…”
"How about it?"
"It's a good thing."
Rurik would rather be very superstitious at this moment. This is called frequent good omens before a war. It is a good thing for the soldiers who are about to go to war and the entire Ross tribe!
Rurik continued to hold Vilia's hand and stared into her eyes seriously: "Yes, it seems that Odin has seen the outcome of this war. I have decided that I will devote all my tribe's resources to it."
Strength, to completely defeat the Gotlanders and accomplish what the leaders of all generations wanted to do but were unable to do!"
Upon hearing such a plan, Vilia let out a sigh of relief.
"Grandma, are you surprised?"
"Me? Hehe... I finally understand what the oracle is. It's you... just go ahead and do what you want to do."
Then, she asked Rumia to stretch her head: "Listen, child, obey all your man's orders. At this year's summer sacrifice, you must announce Rurik's decision in public."
Rumia nodded vigorously, but she was worried about the future in her heart.
Is it necessary to launch a decisive war against a powerful hostile force?
At this moment, Rurik was holding Vilia's hand. He felt that this old lady had understood everything. Even if she was not a prophet, she still had the ability to predict the future. If she were a man, I am afraid that the throne of the leader of the Ross tribe would be controlled by her.
.
In fact, the result is similar. This old lady has been the leader behind the Ross tribe for more than ten years.
Rurik said solemnly: "Grandma, you don't have to worry at all. I have drawn up a detailed battle plan. I will make full preparations and select warriors from the tribes that serve us. This war is related to
I will use the strength of the entire tribe to win the future of our Rus people. Please stay here to protect me, and I will triumph."
"Then...it depends on God's will." Vilia forced a smile, "I am still alive now because of God's favor. Ah, the future depends entirely on you, Rurik."
The heartwarming scene happened to be seen by Otto who came over. He didn't speak, he just watched with his eyes and listened with his ears. Undoubtedly, he heard something incredible and couldn't help but tremble all over.
Otto was trembling with ecstasy in his heart, not only because the high priest seemed to be weak and still had some years to go before leaving, but mainly because of the obscure oracle that the high priest had learned - victory lies in Rus.
Victory belongs to Ross, but he does not sit back and wait for victory to fall from the sky.
This year's summer solstice sacrifice will be very grand. Rurik intends to announce war mobilization in public. However, some people in the tribe must have smelled the signs of a larger-scale war. They must know in advance. Even if they know it one day earlier, they will be one day earlier.
Prepare.
Blacksmith Clavarson and the apprentices have been working hard in the past few days.
The blast furnace never stops, molten iron flows out regularly, and ore and carbon blocks are dumped into it all night long.
In order to serve this furnace, Rurik had already assigned tasks to the blacksmith apprentice and his large group of subordinates when he left Fort Ross.
Even children, carrying shovels, chisels, and wheelbarrows, were digging in the nearby mountains. Their numbers were strong, and their mining efficiency was enough to stably supply the blast furnace with ore.
A consortium for the production of carbon pottery and iron has been formed in Roseburg. Charcoal burners provide raw materials, potters supply molds, and the blacksmith alliance mines and completes smelting. The final iron products not only benefit the participants in the entire process, but also serve them.