Chapter 635 We don't recognize anyone except Ross' Rurik
Returning to the home where I have lived for ten years, I saw everything in front of me that was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.
Nolen stroked the uninspiring furnishings, thankful that there was no dust on his hands.
"They...have all left, even the servants have left." Her blond hair covered half of her face, and she murmured to herself as she looked at her hands with dull eyes.
"Are you...regretful?" Rurik asked.
She raised her head: "A little, but this is life."
"This is your home. Oh, it's also your home and mine," Rurik said casually.
"That's true, but this room should be demolished."
"Tear it down? Why bother?"
Nolen turned his face slightly: "This longhouse is really simple compared to the buildings in Roseburg. My parents and brothers have gone to Britain, and I have no nostalgia for this room."
A wave of sadness came over me.
"You are a countess, you decide."
"At least, it will be demolished in the future. This longhouse is very big. Let the brothers not camp and stay in the house as much as possible," she said.
Rurik nodded, "That's fine. After feeding the deer, the brothers will all go into the house."
It was originally the residence of the old Balmok chief, but is now filled with Rurik's men.
This is not strange at all, because Rurik has been respected as a new ruler by the people who stayed behind.
Let’s talk about this longhouse. Although the people staying behind will arrange for people to come into the house and clean it briefly, that’s all they can do. For example, in this long and narrow longhouse, its gabled roof is still covered with a lot of snow. If
It wasn't that it was strong enough and it collapsed.
The long, narrow and cold old longhouse was suddenly filled with people. Nolen's boudoir, which had been even more deserted, finally regained its popularity.
Lying in her room again, sleeping on the floor made of leather blankets, she now felt strange and uncomfortable sleeping in this way.
She relaxed her body and mind, and subconsciously leaned into her man's arms. Her parents and brothers were far away, and Rurik was indeed her only relative at the moment.
She murmured: "You and I were supposed to have a wedding this year, but the wedding has been completed two years in advance. It's a pity that I'm really immature."
"You..." Rurik stroked her blond hair like a kitten, "You behaved like a noble today, but there are some shortcomings."
"Why not enough?"
"Lacks the aura of a noble."
"Then you teach me?" she sneered.
"Perhaps it will never be taught. Ah! It's a pity that you are a woman. I saw today that those men would rather recognize me, a Russian, as the new leader, but reject you, a pure Balmok."
"It doesn't matter, I'm very satisfied to be your woman." Nolen pretended not to care, but in fact he was panicking. She asked again: "How long will we stay? Rurik, I was really looking forward to coming back to see you, but this place has changed.
It’s so strange, I want to go back now.”
"Ah? This is your hometown."
"Yes and no. I still want to leave."
"Okay. I'll give those people three days. We really don't have time to delay. If the glacier melts, our return journey will be difficult. I will see how many people they can come tomorrow. If there are enough, we will withdraw immediately.
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Nolen hummed softly and could only breathe quietly.
The sled has no shock absorption, and even if the ice and snow are a little soft, everyone will be easily exhausted due to the bumps along the way.
Things have changed and people have changed. Rurik's Balmok mercenaries are now living in the old leader's mansion. They were a little excited at first, but now they are just snoring.
Everyone was tired, and these noises could not disturb Rurik's rest.
The snow outside absorbed too much noise, and the entire Balmok fjord was extremely quiet.
No! Beneath this quiet surface, the more than ten small bays in this fjord are all bustling with activity.
After receiving accurate information from the Duke of Ross from the largest settlement, the envoys from the stranded families hurriedly rowed back to their respective settlements.
After learning that Duke Ross was recruiting new warriors, a group of fishermen who were physically fit and good at fishing took action.
Just like old Bryn Goed, this guy returned to his home, regardless of the cold night, he summoned his sleeping relatives and neighbors and announced the Duke of Ross's request.
Recognize Rurik as the new leader of everyone? This matter was discussed and approved last year, and all the families who decided to stay behind agreed. A large number of retail investors who depended on the big family also expressed their approval.
Fight for the Duke of Ross and defeat an enemy in the east. After victory, participants will get the spoils!
Going to Britain to farm? Maybe the guys from Washoebe Farm, who have all run away, are good at this, but we brothers are not.
What the brothers are best at is killing fish and enemies. The so-called courage to kill huge whales also means the courage to fight against powerful enemies.
At the old Bryn Goethe's house, he relayed Rurik's order that night and responded literally to him.
A group of fishermen families, who are not related to Bryn Goethe, just built a small fishing village to live and stay close to each other.
If the fishing village had a name, it would be called "Bryngoed". Bryngod was just the talker of the village.
In addition to his relatives and children, more than ninety people from the fishermen stood up, and the number really surprised Bryn Goethe.
After he finished recounting, he looked at the aggressive eyes of a group of young men in leather jackets, and couldn't help but think that if these people fought with Rurik, wouldn't his small settlement be in ruins on the spot?
Old Bryn Goethe pulled out the eldest son who inherited the family business, hoping that the boy would say a few words. Unfortunately, the young man was hesitant.
"Idiot, are you talking?"
Looking at the eldest son, he looked like he had been constipated for many days. He twisted his face and asked his father softly: "Dad, do you really want me to lead these brothers to fight? I am not a fighter."
When he heard this, old Bryn Goethe became angry and his blood pressure soared. But thinking about it carefully, his eldest son was such a person, and he didn't want to cheer up even if he was called a coward.
"Forget it. I'll let your third brother come."
A young man who is about to turn eighteen, named Hellafed Bryn Goldson.
Even if the third child cannot inherit the family business according to tradition, old Bryn Goethe has no hope that the previous battle will put his two sons at risk.
The second eldest brother, Bjorn Bryn Goldson, had committed crimes and kidnapped women in Britain, and started to build his own business from scratch. The third eldest brother was still too young at that time, so he thought it was time to let go.
Just as the elder Bryn Goethe hoped, the third eldest Hellafide did not hesitate to seize this opportunity.
This young man didn't care about the cold. In front of his family and friends, he lifted up his fur and showed off his chest to show off his chest muscles.
Even though he still looks immature, his strong arms prove that he is nothing less than a fighter. However, he needs merit in battle.
Since the third brother was willing to do this hard work, the eldest son breathed a sigh of relief...
A hundred-man army was assembled like this? Old Bryn Goethe knew the result of this team's departure, because once they felt that the east of the mountains was good, they took their families and completely defected to Ross.
In addition to the previous immigrants who went to Britain, everything became deserted compared to the fjord of Balmok.
It's strange to say that when old Magnut called for foreign war, these fishermen never rose up like they did today. Is it really Rurik from Ross who has strong appeal?
Old Bryn Goethe didn't know what other left-behind families and the vast number of retail investors thought. The small village where his family was located was like this. Maybe the Russians really easily gathered a large army?
This night, a huge conscription operation was being carried out smoothly. Rurik did not force them to work hard at all. A large number of men personally brought weapons and wanted to join the army.
Of course, there is respect for heroes here, but also because being Rurik's permanent mercenary, the stable reward is a hundred times better than catching fish.
That night, another big thing happened.
Because there are still a group of men who participated in the conquest of Tavastia, but they did not participate in the new expedition to Britain.
Now, a group of Tavastian female prisoners were sent over. The men immediately went to check and took off their clothes to check the tattoos. Once they found that the tattoos were their own, they immediately took the women away.
Rurik was by no means sending Buddha to the West. The Tavastiya women had already arrived. He had no right or obligation to care what the local Balmoks wanted.
What kind of life will these women live in Balmok, and will they get enough food? Rurik has already appealed to prominent local figures to help, and has not asked Balmok allies for the food and clothing expenses of this group of women in the past six months.
Fei, he felt that he was already very kind.
The women who were taken away immediately had relationships with their new men, and combined with the previous events, they caused a lot of noise all night long.
Rurik didn't know or care. He just hoped that as many warriors as possible would come out of the Balmoks, and he would use some means to transform them into pure Russians.
Until noon the next day, more and more people rowed long boats and sailed through the ice-free ocean to arrive at the core settlement of the fjord.
Now, Rurik is willing to name this core point Narvik.
A large number of boats washed up on the beach, and what came down were a group of strong men with weapons. Some people jumped directly into the cold water that was submerged to their knees. No matter the cold, they gathered on the shore with a strong momentum.
Many people wear iron helmets or bronze helmets, their clothes are mostly gray-toned leather, and their shields come in various colors.
They are not just a mob, they have a fierce aura standing on the ground.
They gathered spontaneously and soon formed a huge army.
Rurik was indeed too tired. When he went to rest, he slept until nearly noon.
Jevlo boldly shook his sponsor.
"Nolen... Nolen, I'm still very sleepy..."
"My lord, it's me, Yevlo."
"You?" Rurik suddenly woke up and fumbled with his right hand, "Where's Nolen?"
"She has already gone out early."
"Oh...no! You shouldn't be so reckless."
"Sir, please allow me to apologize. However, a large number of soldiers have gathered outside, and what you wished for has been accomplished today. Nolen is already talking to them, and they are waiting for you to appear."
"It's actually like this!" Rurik never dreamed of such a surprise. He hurriedly changed his clothes and hurried out.
The sun shines brightly on the metal helmets, and there are a large number of warriors with blond hair. They bring their own weapons, round shields in groups, and the short spears they stand up become a grove.
Seeing this formidable armed warrior for the first time, Rurik estimated their number to be as high as a thousand.
Not only that, because it was announced yesterday that the Ross sled team was also taking care of trade work during this trip. The quantity of a batch of goods was not large, and they still had to be sold on the spot. Rurik's conditions for the locals were still the same, which was to take
The prepared salt was used as currency for trading, and salt was a special general equivalent. The value of the salt in this transaction was still declared by Rurik as "ten silver coins per pound of good salt."
Therefore, there are also a large group of women wearing headscarves and strange braids, as well as some children running around.
"It's Lord Rurik! He's finally here." Suddenly someone shouted at the top of his voice.
Someone else shouted excitedly: "Don't be in a daze! Salute our Lord!"
Everything happened very quickly. Rurik saw Nolen chatting and laughing with some old guys in gorgeous clothes. He was more concerned about these groups of warriors.
The warriors half-knelt in warrior salute, with their shields in front of them and their right hands still holding their spears. They raised their heads, and there were eyes full of hope on both sides of the huge iron nose plate of the guard.
Their words were very mixed at first, but soon they were condensed into one neat sentence: "We don't recognize anyone except Rurik af Russ!"
Look! Listen! The sound was so loud and neat that the snow on the roof was shaken off.
As a monarch, the happiest thing is to be in such a scene, and be the ruler supported by the soldiers.
Rurik recalled that he remembered the old man Magnut, and he had never been so respected by his tribe.
In such a magnificent scene, Rurik simply drew his sword: "Brothers, I am indeed your qualified leader. I will lead you from victory to new victory. Now I declare that you are all the purest Russians!
I recognize you as Russians! However, you must prove your strength to other Russians through a victory!"
These words were the most critical declaration of Rurik's trip. He was striking while the iron was hot to recruit those left behind in Balmok.
For these warriors who gathered together, Rurik allowed them to continue living as Rus. They fully understood what this meant.
The scene of everyone saluting was so shocking that Old Bryngoed almost dropped his jaw. In his memory, no leader could get such a large number of soldiers to kneel down and salute.
Nolen was also trembling in shock. This was a concrete manifestation of his brave charm as a man.
Old Bryn Goethe seized the opportunity and immediately launched his third child after making everyone stand up in Rurik.
A young man with his biceps exposed in the cold wind walked out holding a shield.
Hellafed's face is childish and heroic, and his deep eyes are the most traditional Norwegian appearance. As for the bald half of his head with blue streaks, and the short braid tied up on the top of his skull, he looks like a Balmok man.
Normal hairstyle.
As for my Biyongni and Floki brothers, their pure bald heads are too individual.
At first glance, Rurik felt that Hellafed Bringodson was a disgrace to his status if he did not become a warrior. After some questioning, he learned that there were a hundred armed men behind this man.
It was a surprise but also a little strange.
"It seems that I am really charming." Rurik was very happy.
But now is by no means a time to be conceited. I didn’t expect that even if the Balmoks immigrated to Britain in large numbers, those who stayed behind would still have such strength.
Wait! If they all followed him, wouldn't this huge Narvik Fjord become sparsely populated?
That won't work. The concept of Balmok can become history, and the changes in Narvik must be replaced and carried forward. The shrinking population here is detrimental to the Russians' strategy of pursuing an ice-free port.
Besides, the more expedition teams there are, the better.
Seeing them, Rurik's mind turned violently, and he announced again: "I am very happy with your respect. However, this time you will directly accept my command. I will select five hundred people to leave. For the others, please continue your work."
Work."
This announcement made the soldiers whine again, because they were destined not to go to war this year, and many people were actually complaining.
Rurik was not surprised by this situation. For practical reasons, it was indeed impossible for him to take away a thousand soldiers.
So how to choose those who leave?
Rurik thought for a while, and if he had enough time, he could identify the best through competition, such as comparing strength, running speed, etc.
Now that time is tight, he came up with a simple standard.
Because Modgen, the explorer, is still staying in his hometown of Balmok, we simply use this man as the standard. Those who are shorter than him are not allowed, and those whose arms are not as thick as him are not allowed. Even those with too long beards are obviously too immature.