Chapter 435： New Forces and Cloth

Just after the sacrifice, Rurik personally gave Gould himself a new and detailed task, and he ordered him to personally organize the cargo ship to Lake Mälaren. What Gould did during this trip was still a transaction. The object of the transaction became the recruitment of mercenaries and the purchase of a large amount of linen.

Don’t the Mellaren tribe have a large number of young people? Don’t they aspire to make a fortune in the war? Didn't they have the right to join Commander Olegin's expeditionary army for various reasons?

Gould carried a pine board full of words, which was a memorandum of orders. He must recruit at least five hundred Mellaren men who are not afraid of death according to Rurik's orders. Of course, the target of the recruitment is for the various tribes of the entire Kingdom of Sweden.

The Ross people only plan to pay these people a small amount of mercenary rewards. For a group of men who are not very strong, the Duke of Ross provides good food when they have silver coins and fights. The truth is that the Ross people will fight. It was to conquer the hated Gotland, so mercenary behavior became a great thing.

After all, Rurik had infiltrated the Mellaren Bazaar himself. He had sufficient knowledge and a large number of Melaren elements in his mercenaries.

Both he and Gould understood the thoughts of the young people in Mellaren, especially those fourteen or five-year-olds, who were eager to prove that they were men and eager to get rid of poverty in the First World War.

He has strong confidence in Gould's "widespread recruitment of mercenaries", so that in future wars, the Russian army will have a mercenary team that can be sacrificed if necessary without worrying about losses at all. ,

So, what is the purpose of buying a lot of cloth?

Without him, Rurik considered the problem of identifying the enemy and us on the battlefield. All the Russian soldiers, no matter what his source, are in the same camp. In order to avoid accidental injuries, he must try to keep his clothes uniform.

It is ridiculous to distribute the same style of clothes to every soldier in the army, at least the current level of production cannot be completed quickly. Rurik could only compromise, and made some markers on the soldier's clothes.

The most important thing is that Lurik needs to use the newly bought cloth to piece together a flag that symbolizes Rose, that is, the huge, ancestral "crossed oars" sewn on the sail of the Aphrora. Of the flag.

"Perhaps in this battle, I should define this flag as the real King of Rose flag. No! Not only that, the flag and the horn are my soldiers in the ever-changing battlefield to see my fighters and accurately pass on the new instructions. The best way."

Although some of the ideas are ridiculous, Rurik wanted to hang a small flag on the backs of some fighters, doing work similar to a centurion, allowing ordinary fighters to follow the flag planter and act accurately.

Rurik was waiting for Gould to return with a large number of fresh troops and bundles of linen. Oh, it would be better to bring a batch of local specialties and leather products to expand the Russian army.

In the south, the peaceful Lake Mälaren made waves.

Gould sent men to recruit troops in the Mellaren bazaar and residential areas under the name of a merchant.

The recruiting target is very broad, from fifteen-year-old teenagers to forty-year-old "old guys" can sign up to participate.

It's just that according to the tradition of mercenaries, to sell their lives to merchants must be cut off from the current life.

There is no shortage of poverty in the huge Lake Mälaren area. As usual, the second and third sons of the family cannot inherit the family business. They have to start their own business. How easy is this so-called "starting a business"? Their destiny is either to be a servant for people, or to be a thug for the power.

A group of very young and elderly men left their hometown with Gould's escorts. They left with bare hands when they left, essentially cutting off with the Mellaren tribe.

The parents of the young people only knew that their son had found a job as a mercenary for a businessman. As for the future, they had no idea about the future.

What's more, they are completely sneaked out of the house. Such boys simply want to get some money. They just want to live as hard as they can. When they have made enough money, they will build a fishing boat and get a woman. Go on like this. Being a mercenary would certainly face danger. If you die, then die. Life is at least better than it is now.

A large number of people gathered on Gould Island, and only after they landed on the island did they understand that things had become very strange.

Where do you guys serve as mercenaries for merchants, and how can a merchant be so crazy to raise five hundred mercenaries?

Gould gave some rewards to his staff, and also instructed the people to take care of these skinny cubs and old guys, to avoid any intention of escape, and to reward them with some fish meat only for fruit belly.

Hundreds of people were in prison in the wooden fort on Gould Island. Until this time, Gould had no intention of revealing substantive news to them, or these people who were destined to fight for the Russ, he was afraid of this. When the group learned of the facts, they fled on a large scale or caused trouble.

If they were really powerful, they would have been taken away by Olekin as soon as possible.

They are obviously weak, how does Gould look at them? The existence value of this group of people may only be in the future battles to reduce the loss of the Ross people.

After the rain, the production in the Melaren area continued. The women seized the time to produce cloth. After the rain, they collected grasses containing anthocyanins such as Isatis indica and dyed the linen cloth, but they have not yet discovered the medicinal use of these blue grass roots Value (that is, the European version of Banlangen), all used as raw materials for dyes. These are the tasks of the benefactor. Gould spreads the news of collecting cloth, and can also give a gratifying price. The local women are full of energy.

When the time came on July 10, a huge cargo fleet set sail from Gould Island.

Each cargo ship squeezed hundreds of people into it. They were dressed in simple clothing and covered with a piece of burlap. At first glance, the ship clearly crashed into a large amount of cargo.

A group of Mellaren men are goods. They have already known to some extent that they are going to Rose in the north. It is this formation, as if everyone is not going to be mercenaries for the Ross people, but to be slaves.

There are indeed people who are extremely afraid of a tragic future. This kind of person has been beaten, and the rest are honest.

There are eight cargo ships carrying a full 600 people. If more time is allowed, Gould will be able to get more people and carry more people.

The fleet departed from Gould Island. Merchants had been doing normal summer trade under the banner of the Ross people before. They did purchase a variety of heavy goods. To transport them back to the north, it would take a huge fleet.

The Mellaren people are busy doing business, and few of them pay attention to the departure of some tribesmen.

Just as they don't care about the refugees who flee, they default to thieves when they avoid beggars, and they have no intention of providing relief to the poor.

Maybe Olekin is still in his hometown, and will be furious at the Rus people's digging of walls, but this guy's mind has been completely attracted by the "Silver Fort" further south.

There are three cargo ships, all of which are loaded with dyed coarse linen. Because of the use of alum to fix the color, they have been washed well and are difficult to fade.

There are probably only three colors for linen, plain white, sky blue and earth yellow. Of course, you can also use toner and cinnabar powder to provide new colors, but such linen clothing is really rare.

When the fleet left Lake Mälaren and entered the sea, this fleet of fifteen cargo ships enjoyed the warm south wind and started a two-day non-stop voyage.

On July 12, after a short night, a large fleet appeared in the eyes of fishermen who were actively working at sea near Roseburg.

This is the ship of the Gould family. Look at the ship with the big head. The sails are sewn with the Rune letters "GULD".

Soon the fleet arrived at Ross Pier, and hundreds of people in the ship finally saw the light of day.

It can be said that this is the biggest good news that Rurik has encountered in some time. He rushed to the dock with a group of mercenaries excitedly.

Similarly, after hearing that a new force from the Mälaren tribe who was going to fight for the Rus people had arrived in Hong Kong, Otto also took a group of old men with him, and smiled to see that this group was hired by Rurik. Are the fighters tough. At least in Otto's mind, he admired the bravery of the Mellaren fighters when fighting in the south.

They have great expectations, but standing on the dock, the place is really sour and smelly!

Look at the people coming down from the boat one after another. They are all men, just like beggars who have been hungry for a while.

They are ragged and smelly, even worse than the clothes of slaves **** with ropes.

"That's it?" Otto's eyelids couldn't help shaking, and his big hands were on Rurik's head: "This is the mercenary you paid for? It's a bunch of animals."

"Damn it, something must have happened."

Those who disembarked one after another left the trestle bridge, and then sat on the ground on a large scale, and some people retched on the spot.

Rurik approached the embarrassed Gould aggressively, and suddenly drew his sword at the people sitting on the floor.

"What's going on? I asked you to recruit warriors. It doesn't matter if you are weaker, who asked you to recruit these people?!"

Gould consciously tried to defend himself: "Yes, I brought them into my island, the situation is not so bad."

"They are so stinky!"

"Oh, that's because I have been sailing, and the **** of these people has been solved on the boat. I will send someone to clean the boat immediately. As for these people..."

"Never mind." Rurik didn't want to say anything, and immediately ordered Jeflo to send a group of mercenaries to kick the new guys one by one to make him stand up.

Soon, people suffering from long-term sailing arose. Due to the hungry and low blood sugar, they shook their bodies subconsciously, as if they could not stand well at all.

Ryurik ordered Jeflo to squat down, and he rode on his neck to visually check the number of newcomers, and he knew the number of newcomers, and then looked down at Gould: "It looks like there are really five hundred people? You at least To get me so many people."

"It's six hundred people, if there is more time..."

"Enough!" Rurik patted Yevlo's head, he was put down, and immediately ordered: "You take all these guys away with your brothers, and give everyone a piece of smoked dried fish. They eat it. After I finished the things, I drove them all to the surface of the sea, so that they could be washed away without dirt. As for all their torn clothes, they were burned."

The request of the gold master was probably no problem. Yevlo asked more: "Even though their clothes are stinky, they can still be worn after washing. It really burns. What are they wearing."

Rurik shook his head: "Burn it! Just forcing them to say goodbye to the past. Tonight I will only give them some shameful rags, and they will spend the night in those vacant wooden houses until tomorrow I will give them new clothes."

Evlo knew that he needed to say something more, so he brought more than fifty old mercenaries who had gathered, and drove these stinky people away.

"Now they are all gone, and soon they will change their heads." Rurik asked Gould, who replied slightly, "Where do I want a lot of cloth?"

"They're all here, you see, the linen pockets that are being moved are full of cloth."

"Bring me a bag and see. Remember, I want blue cloth!"

An khaki cloth bag stuffed with blue linen, it has a blue cloth strip opening, so it is easy to identify.

Seeing the strip of cloth in the mouth, the onlookers were all shocked. Yes, both men and women have a natural desire for a team of gorgeous, they hope to get a variety of colors, at this moment blue is precious, it is indeed expensive.

The strip of cloth was pulled apart, and Gould smiled and took out a soft blue textile in person, and he worked hard to spread it out, showing everyone a large sky-blue blue cloth.

Seeing it, the people present laughed happily.

Rurik touched its softness and moved his nose towards it again, and smelled a weird smell of green grass. This smell was different from the blue cloth dyed with blue moss in smell, and the color was more comfortable.

"What about its price?"

Gould immediately pointed out: "The length and width are all a stika blue cloth, and the price is three silver coins."

"It's really expensive? How much did you buy?"

"There are twenty packs of blue cloth, and there are five pieces of cloth in each pack. Look at this one, it's four stikas in length and width."

Rurik nodded. He always felt that the lengths of stika and meter were extremely close, so he simply assumed that they were the same. Therefore, about 80 square meters of blue cloth is stuffed into one pocket. Twenty packs are 1,600 square meters!

When he got such a result from his mental calculations, Rurik was also taken aback. Of course, he had to pay nearly five thousand silver coins for the blue linen.

Gould noticed that Rurik’s brows were wrinkled, and immediately explained with a smile: "Haha, my friends, do you know? This time I was targeting the entire Mellaren tribe and sent someone to the nearest Yelma. The Lun tribe bought a clean cloth they produced this year. I asked them to dye the cloth on a large scale, and now they may have dug out the indigo in the lake area. If we buy next year, we will have to I bought moss-dyed cloth, oh, I don’t like that blue cloth."

"Huh? Is it that twenty packs of blue cloth is the largest capacity of the Mellaren people?"

"Probably so. Unless you have greater needs." Gould shrugged.

I think of last year when Rurik mixed into the Mälaren bazaar and saw that some people were selling cloth, but not many cloths were sold. Perhaps it was true. Without an order, the locals would not take the initiative to produce it. For things like cloth, they are afraid that after meeting their own needs, they will not have more motivation to make more. Wouldn't it be better to have extra time to take care of the wheat fields and fishing in the lake? ! After all, ordinary people of the Mellaren tribe need to fill their stomachs even more.

"Except for the blue cloth, how many white cloths did you get?" Rurik continued to ask.

"There are one hundred and twenty packs, and there are five in one pack."

"Ah? Is that so much? All the cloths added together are the full capacity of the Mellaren people this year?"

Gould looked up and thought for a while: "No. There is still a part of flax that has not been harvested this year, but too much isatis and moss is used to make dyes. If the adults still need it, this year when we sell grain, we can still Get back a lot of flax rods."

"How about the price of ordinary white cloth and natural yellow cloth this year?"

"One silver coin for white cloth and half a yellowish cloth. The price is higher than before. For these cloths, I spent 10,000 silver coins."

Ten thousand silver coins can be regarded as a huge sum of money in the past. As the times are changing, Lurik no longer feels costly. Because the coins are to be consumed after all, if they are really buried in the ground and not used for a long time, that is an act of miser.

Leurik put it aside, and currently 11 thousand square meters of finished fabric has arrived in Roseburg.

Otto, who watched the drama for a while, got this amazing number by himself.

He approached Rurik: "My son, you have bought so many cloths. This is unprecedented for the tribe. You... want to sell cloth to the tribesmen?"

"That's right." Rurik let out a long sigh, then raised his head in a loud voice: "We are Ross people, different from everyone else. In our army, every soldier must be proud to fight for Ross. I want to assault to make a unity for the army. At least there must be uniform and very obvious markers on clothes."

Otto immediately understood his son's intentions. UU read "Huh? It's like the black warriors of the Mellaren? A large group of people dressed exactly the same?"

"Yes! It's just their black dress, we must be different. Just like what we wore when we were in the alliance, everyone was wearing white robes with blue stripes. It's still a similar style, this time at least our fighters want There is such a dress."

The raw materials of those robes are white cloth and blue cloth. Otto stroked his beard. He was quiet for a while and laughed immediately: "Okay! This melee is happening, at least our army will not accidentally injure people."

"Is it just that?" Rurik asked involuntarily.

"anything else?"

"They will feel glorious. We Rus are glorious, so we are all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and our enemies are dressed in various ways. The enemies will be afraid because we are uniform. They start to fear, then we have won half of the victory."

"Oh, in that case." Otto turned around and looked back at the houses of the people: "It's time for all the women to be tailors! They must sew suitable clothes for their men."