Chapter 134： Kharosov's dream and the captive's choice

The two people talked and laughed bluntly when they were boring, and the unintentional listener intended it.

The two women who were still making flour exchanged glances. After all, until now, they must accept the fact that their original lives have completely collapsed, and they must find their way out of the future as soon as possible.

The true leader of this group of pirates has obviously made strong hints.

Yes, Kong Wu’s pirate leader, just like the dead Oxen, is a man who needs servants to serve.

There is an opportunity to survive. If you serve well, you can continue to live a stable life.

They wouldn't care about the future of the other captives, because they were thinking of Kemburg and were never the same.

Now, the only thing they miss is their daughter.

They silently prayed in their hearts that the son of the pirate leader also needs a servant to serve. After many years, the woman who is a servant grows up. If she can give birth to a healthy boy for the leader's son, then her daughter will not be a servant, but a real wife and concubine. .

As a result, the two women who had lived with each other for many years and depended on each other once again exchanged their eyes to reach a consensus.

Once, because of their young and beautiful appearance, they were favored by the wealthy Gotland businessman Oxon. The two women obtained a life far better than before through hard courtesy.

The beauty and stability of the past were destroyed, and everything started from scratch, taking advantage of their beauty, holding their daughters to please a strong man and recovering everything that was lost.

Time is still too late.

The mashed dough was kneaded by the captives into a rough dough, which was mixed with a large amount of wheat bran, and even some pebbles. They beat each dough into a pancake shape, and threw it directly on the hot iron plate. Soon, the dried oatmeal was baked.

There were more than 30 people sitting by each bonfire. To serve so many people for dinner, the four prisoners had to work hard.

The stronger the warrior, the more he has a big appetite, and young Ross warriors often have the ability to eat a big fish in one meal. Their belly sacs were supported big enough, this time they seized a lot of wheat, and they really wanted to feast on them.

Even so, the human stomach pouch is not a bottomless pit.

Each sacks of wheat has a very clear standard, that is, a bag of pure wheat kernels weighs 100 Roman pounds. After all, to run a "castle", food storage is the top priority.

The wheat hoarded by the Lord of Death Castle was originally planned to be harvested in the autumn, but most of them are now captured by the Rus.

More than 30 people eat one hundred Roman pounds, which is almost 40 kilograms of wheat, which is really crazy!

Reality is often so crazy.

Any opportunity to eat wheat on a large scale should not be let go, because in the concept of the Ross people, wheat cakes or bread, accompanied by roasted venison and wild pork sprinkled with salt and oil, are truly the enjoyment of life. If there is a glass of mead to accompany the meal, it is like Valhalla living on earth.

One of the wheat cakes is cooked and taken away.

The cooking captives were not surprised when they looked at the Roths who ate a lot of food, because the other party was also full of Gnostic language that they could understand. Every gesture was a virtue, and their deceased relatives were a virtue, such as appetites. Very big.

The Rus, like other tribes, after the sea ice recedes, their lives are full of intensive physical work, especially boating and logging.

This meal, whether it is wheat cakes or purely cooked wheat kernels, many people ate nearly one kilogram abruptly. Such people finally usher in the rare experience of eating wheat and having a big belly.

Many people were already satisfied. They simply faced the beating flames of the campfire, lifted their bulging stomachs as if swallowing a large rock, and deliberately tapped their belly to produce a crisp sound, which made the other brothers laugh.

Such things happen almost everywhere, and they celebrate in their own way that they can fill their entire stomachs with wheat.

"It's a rare treat. The food they cook is quite delicious." Arik squatted on the beach, gnawing on the soft and crisp wheat crackers in his hands, unconsciously complimenting the woman's craftsmanship.

At this moment, some things are changing.

Harrodsson easily accepted the wonderful change, because he didn't need to do it himself, and the two women delivered the baked oatmeal to his mouth.

"Arik, haha. Look at these two women, they are really smart people. And they are good cooks."

Arik shrugged, even when he was young, he could see that the two women deliberately leaned to Haroldoson and made flattering gestures for the purpose of staying alive.

He couldn't imagine that those two women accepted their new destiny so quickly?

Harrodsson never thought that one day he would be able to live a life of open mouth with food. Served by slaves? He couldn't even think of what he used to be.

Arik tweeted, "Oh, uncle, I think you will be inseparable from these two women in the future."

"Isn't that better?!" Haro Zuosen let out a long sigh of relief, spread his arms very naturally, put them on the shoulders of the two women, smiled wantonly and looked at Arik, showing his own relaxation. "Look, how obedient they are. From now on I should be their new master."

"You have this right." Arik replied absently.

"You..." Harozov gnawed a few mouthfuls of the wheat cake that the woman had handed him, and chewed it happily. "Ah, Arik, there are many young women among these prisoners. They are everyone's trophies. It should have been assigned to everyone as a servant. You are a hero in battle, and you can choose the most beautiful servant to be your servant. Even...hehe..."

"What's wrong? Give me some more children?"

"It seems that you understand." Harozov suddenly became serious. He sat upright, greeted the woman and continued pancakes.

Then he stood up, approached Arik and sat down, waving his hands to plot a beautiful scene.

"You know, we killed more than 60 brothers in this battle. We succeeded in revenge, and the price was not small. All those who died in the battle were our brothers, and we all have common ancestors. We Ross people took one. A lot of treasure, strength has also been lost. So..."

At the age of Haroldoson, his identity is the "elder" of the tribe, and he has the right to participate in high-level meetings of the tribe.

He slapped Arik's young shoulder: "Child, don't underestimate yourself, you still have a task that needs to be completed in a lifetime."

"Huh? What is that?"

"It's just giving birth."

"Heh! I thought it was such a great thing."

"That's the most important thing! Arik, you need to have more sons. Look at these young people, they must have their own wives and give birth to more boys. You will always remember that boys grow up to be warriors. Only if we have more fighters can we Rus continue to be strong."

Harrodsson’s words sounded very reasonable, and Arik still asked: "Soon our fighters will have the best weapons again, and any battle will be our advantage. Maybe..."

"No!" Harrodsson shook his head, "We still need a lot of boys, we need more fighters. Of course we need a lot of good weapons, we need population even more. Think about it, if we don’t bring four hundred and fifty this time. People, but four thousand and five hundred people. Why do we have to land on the south of the island? The army directly attacked the north of the island and smoothed out the dissatisfaction of the entire Gotland Island. All of them will be accepted as our servants. That is the ultimate revenge."

Hearing this, Arik immediately had a wonderful dream.

He looked at the beating flame, thinking of everyone's desperate battle in the fire last night.

Four thousand and five hundred soldiers of the Ross tribe? I am afraid that only the entire Mind Subtribe Alliance can gather so many people in one battle! The Danes have the ability to do it quickly.

Arik thinks this way because of his narrow vision.

In the far east, it is not uncommon for 100,000 people on both sides to fight on a battlefield, but in the West, many large tribes have less than 100,000 people.

In this era, the Frankish kingdom that ruled the entire Western Europe and most of Eastern Europe, the king's mobilization ability was only about 150,000 troops. Compared with its huge population of 12 million, it is really difficult to use this little force to resist foreign enemies.

The so-called one hundred and fifty thousand army, there are only thirty or forty thousand men from the king, and all the other troops are from the lords from all over the world. It is not uncommon for so many people to gather in one place and spend half a year on hurrying.

In contrast, the strong Danes can quickly assemble an army of 20,000 people.

Although the Mind Subtribe Alliance is much weaker, it is no problem to quickly gather 10,000 people.

After the assembly, they collectively rowed a boat in the sea, advancing at a speed of 100 kilometers a day to attack Frank and British offshore areas, which was more efficient than the cavalry.

After all, Harozov is a person who came here. He is no longer young, and his brave and ruthless heart has been polished too much. Now he has already plainly realized the importance of population.

He tapped Arik with words: "Why do you think our leader is Mellaren?"

"They are strong."

"Why are they strong?"

"Probably...their business is very developed. Their land can grow wheat, but we can't."

"It's population." Harozov shook his head sullenly, "It's just that they are crowded. Now I have an idea..."

As he said, he pointed to the two women who were still making wheat cakes and secretly feeding their daughters, "I have fully understood that the two women are both twenty-five years old, and they are still young as a woman. Yes. I just want to accept these two women. They are still servants and my concubines. I now have only one dream, which is to have ten more sons before I die in battle or old age."

"What?!" Arik suddenly felt that the old guy beside him had made the wrong quantifier.

"Ten sons, how about? Is it a great plan."

"This... the plan is really great. I'm just worried that your wife will be very angry at the appearance of two women."

"How about that?" Harozov shrugged. "What is the look of that aging woman? She is already a wrinkled old woman and can't give birth to a son anymore. I have a chance now, and I want a new one. Don't worry. , They are just servants, they are still servants after having children. Only the children they give me are treated equally. Arik!"

"I am listening."

"You are still too young and you should grow up quickly. You should choose one or two women from the captives to be your servants, and follow my advice. I am good to you."

"Forget it. I only like my Peravina, maybe I am your age and have other ideas."

Harozov was indeed a person who came by. He saw the pitiful appearance of two women in the stone room of the castle, and a feeling of pity came to his mind. Then, this pity became a desire for possession.

Not only because he is a man, but also because he has the right to own him, and because a woman who has a deep understanding of once Ping An gave birth to a second child, there is almost no dystocia. Such a woman is not rejected by various Ross families. The image has even been made into wood carvings, becoming the **** of fertility, and one of the incarnations of another great god, Freya.

Harozov, who was full, was happy to say something messy.

"Aric, I have asked very clearly. What I was whispering to them just now other than you was asking about their backgrounds. They are also willing to explain their backgrounds."

"Oh? Who are they?"

"Of course it is a Danish, two women abandoned by their parents. The man you killed who was fatter than a seal is their buyer."

"In other words, they are servants themselves?"

"Yes." Harozov said seriously, "I will be their new master and give them and their children safety. I am all moved by my decision. I am a kind person. They have both had two children. It's just that the boys among them all died unexpectedly. Did you see the two little girls throwing in the porridge? That was the last survivor.

I have decided that they will be my servants and get my protection at the cost of giving me more sons.

I will continue to raise their daughters, but they will be servants of my youngest son Kanuf. Hmm... Just like your brother Rurik has a servant named Lumia, my younger son can have two. Haha, maybe in this matter, my youngest son can be a little better than Rurik. "

Arik shook his head: "No... Kanuf is not Rurik's opponent at all. Your son can be a subordinate with peace of mind."

"Of course." As he said, Harozov's eyes fixed on the two little girls: "After ten years, girls will grow up to be women, and my Kanuf will grow up. I miss mine. The arrangement is kind, Kanuf will turn his two servants into his own wives. Maybe my plan to have ten sons is too crazy. Then cut it, when my hair and beard become snow Lulu, I can see many grandchildren running around, it's worth my life!"

"Oh! Another great plan. Haha, it depends on Kanuf's luck and the abilities of the two girls."

Of course, a Ross man hopes to have more boys. Arik grew up in this atmosphere, and he understands the gray of many tribes.

For example, poor families are also very paranoid about giving birth to more boys. The most fundamental reason is that the boys who have been carefully trained can attack other tribes with a battle axe and plunder the enemy’s wealth, and their families may become rich quickly .

For this reason, many newborn girls are directly abandoned by their parents, simply because they will not invest important food in "daughters who lack a future."

Arik, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with many parents doing this.

Everything is destiny! Just as his father was killed by the Gotlanders, it was his father's destiny. Now, destiny takes care of himself, and he achieved Arik's fame with a big victory, just as fate.

When the Ross people were full, then it was time for the captives to eat.

There was still some wheat left, and the captives made wheat cakes. In addition to filling their stomachs, the other 30 captives also ate their food.

Hurt unarmed prisoners? If they want to hurt, they will be kept until now.

The Ross people don't want their lives at all, and they are undoubtedly playing with them for no reason. Old guys like Harozov who have brains, use them as a kind of strategic resource very rationally, even for little girls.

Many families of the Ross people have done too many sins for decades. There is a small forest called the "forest of bad luck", where the pine needles are covered with many weak corpses. The Ross people threw many newborn girls and unsound boys here, praying that the souls of babies could return to the earth and become part of Freya, the **** of fertility.

However, once the girl who has not been abandoned and survived by chance grows up to be alive and well, the situation is completely different.

On weekdays, she asks her daughter to do housework, do some work of chopping wood and fish within her capacity, and get engaged once she reaches the age of twelve, and her parents earn a considerable amount of dowry.

In a few years, the girls who had just grown up began to reincarnate their mothers. Then it has nothing to do with her biological parents.

These things that Arik and Harrodsson discussed around the campfire were all heard sensitively by the two women.

They tried their best to slam wheat into their daughters' mouths, hoping that they could eat as much as possible tonight and not have too much suffering in the future.

As for what they should do, they choose to absolutely cater to their new master and do everything they can to please them to get as many benefits as possible.

During this night, many young Ross warriors had **** with their captives.

Some men choose a prisoner and promise her a so-called good future Regardless of whether the woman accepts it or not, the dewy couple on the return journey will be settled! Of course things are endless, such a man simply wants to make temporary things permanent!

In a short period of time, all forty cooking captives had their own "husbands."

In fact, that is the real husband!

Many of the Ross Warriors who went south were in their early twenties, and the captured women were also of this age.

They went south to defeat the Gotlanders, and for this they sacrificed the opportunity to go to Novgorod to accomplish a man's lifelong event. They really didn't expect that the opportunity to marry a wife would be right in front of them?

Make them servants? Do not! Should be a regular wife.

The captives were forced to have a relationship with Rose's men. After that, they obviously felt the men's attitude changed.

These Ross people suddenly become cold and warm. As long as they show obedience, not only will they not be hurt, but they can also get some care. For example, many thinly-dressed women, the so-called "husbands" really put a thick leather jacket on them, saying "Don't let their women get cold" in their mouths. What's more, even when he feeds his "wife" wrapped in animal skins to eat wheat cakes and dried fish, a servant actually accepts the master's service? !

Suddenly, the Stockholm syndrome spread on this beach, and they began to try to accept the fact that they changed their new identity from Gotland to Ross.

During this night, Harozov felt that he had regained his glory on another battlefield. He seemed to have returned to the age of twenty. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, tonight is really auspicious.

Harozov believes very much that starting tonight, the two women will not only become obedient wives and concubines, but nine months later, the younger son Kanuf will have two half-brothers.

Everything becomes better.