Chapter 635： We don’t recognize anyone except Rurik of Ross

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When I returned to the home where I had lived for ten years, what I saw before my eyes was all familiar and unfamiliar.

Noren stroked the unpopular furnishings, thanking that there was no dust in his hands.

"They... have all left, even the servants have left." The blonde covered half of her face, and she muttered to herself as she looked at her hands with dull eyes.

"Are you... sorry?" Rurik asked.

She raised her head: "A little bit, but this is life."

"This is your home. Oh, it's also your home." Rurik said casually.

"Yes, but this room should be demolished."

"Take it down? Why bother?"

Nolan turned his face lightly: "This long house is really simple compared to Roseburg's architecture. My parents and brothers have gone to Britain, and I have no nostalgia for this room."

A feeling of sorrow hit his face.

"You are the countess, you can decide."

"At least, it will be demolished in the future. This long house is very big. Let the brothers do not camp, and try to stay in the house as much as possible," she said.

Rurik nodded, "It's okay. After feeding the deer, the brothers all enter the house."

Originally the mansion of the old leader of Balmerk, it is now full of Rurik's men.

This doesn't seem weird at all, because Rurik has been honored by the new ruler by those who stay behind.

Let's talk about this long house. Although the left-behind people will arrange people to enter the house and clean it, they can only do this. For example, this long and narrow long house, whose herringbone roof is still covered with a lot of snow, would have collapsed if it were not strong enough.

The long, narrow and cold old long house was suddenly full of people. Nolan's boudoir was even more deserted, but now it has finally regained its popularity.

Lying in her room again, sleeping on the floor of a patchwork of leather blankets, she felt strangely uncomfortable in this way of sleeping.

She relaxes, and subconsciously leans into her man's arms. Parents and brothers are far away, and Rurik is indeed his only relative at the moment.

She murmured: "You and I were supposed to have the wedding this year. The matter has been finished two years in advance, but unfortunately I am really immature."

"You..." Rurik stroked her blonde hair as if stroking a kitten, "You behave like a nobleman today, but it's a little inadequate."

"Why not?"

"Lack of aristocratic aura."

"Then you teach me?" she sneered.

"Perhaps never teach you. Ah! Unfortunately, you are a woman. I saw it today. Those men would rather recognize me as the Ross person as the new leader than reject you as a pure Balmerk."

"It's okay, I'm very satisfied to be your woman." Nuo Lun insisted that he didn't care, but he was panicked in his heart. She asked again: "How long do we stay? Rurik, I was looking forward to coming back to see it, but it has become unfamiliar here, and I want to go back now."

"Huh? This is your hometown."

"Yes, no. I still want to go."

"Okay. I give those people three days. We really have no time to delay. If the glacier melts, our return journey will be difficult. I will see how many people they can come by tomorrow. If there are enough, we will immediately withdraw. ."

Noren hmmed slightly, and all that was left was to breathe quietly.

The sled has no shock absorption. Even if the ice and snow are a little soft, everyone on this road is always tired because of the bumps.

Things are right and wrong. The Balmerk mercenaries of Rurik were a little excited about living in the mansion of the old leader at first, but now they are all snoring.

Everyone is tired, and these noises can't interfere with Rurik's rest.

The snow outside absorbed too much noise, and the entire Balmerk fjord was extremely quiet.

Do not! Under this quiet appearance, there are more than a dozen small bays in this fjord, all of which are very lively.

Obtained the quasi-trust from the Duke of Ross from the largest settlement, the messengers of the stranded family hurriedly rowed back to their settlements.

After learning that Duke Ross was recruiting new warriors, a group of fishermen with physique and good at fishing started to take action.

For example, the old Brin Goethe, this guy returned to his home, no matter what the cold night, he called the sleeping relatives and neighbors together to announce the request of the Duke of Ross.

Admit that Rurik is everyone’s new leader? This matter was discussed and passed last year, and all the families who decided to stay behind agreed. A large number of retail households living in large families have also been held in to express their recognition.

Fight the Duke of Ross to defeat an enemy in the East, and the participants will get the spoils after victory!

Go farming in Britain? The guys at Washoby Farm, who may have all gone away, are good at this, but our brothers are not good at it.

The brothers are best at killing fish and enemies. The so-called daring to kill huge whales, and the courage to fight hard enemies.

At the old Bryn Goethe's house, his relay of Rurik's order was a literal response that night.

A group of fishermen's families, they have no relations with Bringethe, but they live next to the newspaper group to keep warm and create a small fishing village.

If there is a name for the fishing village, it would be called "Bringe Goethe", and Bringe Goethe is only the person responsible for the village.

In addition to his own relatives and children, more than ninety fishermen from Yibang stood up, and the number really surprised Bryn Goethe.

After finishing the report, he looked at the aggressive eyes of a group of young men in leather clothes. He couldn't help thinking that if this group of people had fought with Rurik, wouldn't this small settlement of himself be depressed on the spot?

The elder Brin Goethe pulled out the eldest son who inherited the family business, and hoped that this kid would say something. It's a pity that this young man was hesitating.

"Idiot, are you talking?"

Looking at the eldest son again, he seemed to be constipated for many days. He twisted his face and asked his father softly: "Dad, you really want me to take this group of brothers to the war? I am not a fight."

Upon hearing this, the old Brin Goethe surged and his blood pressure soared. But think about it carefully, his eldest son is such a person, and he doesn't want to cheer up after being scolded as a coward.

"Forget it. I'll let your third brother come."

A young man who is about to be eighteen years old is named Helafide Bringoldson.

Even if the third child cannot inherit the family business according to tradition, the old Brin Goethe has no hope that the previous battle will allow his two sons to take risks.

The second child, Bjorn Bringoldson, made a contribution and took a woman abducted in Britain, and started to build his own business. At that time, the third child was too young, and now it's time to let go.

Just as the old Brin Goethe hoped, the youngest Hellafeld did not hesitate to seize this opportunity.

The young man didn't care about the cold, and in front of his family and friends, he lifted his fur to show his chest and show his chest muscles.

Even though he still appears immature, his strong arms prove that he is nothing more than a fighter. However, he needs military exploits.

Since the third brother is willing to make this drudgery, the eldest son takes a breath...

A hundred people team is assembled like this? The elder Brin Goethe knew the result of this team's departure, because once they felt that the East of the Mountains was very good, they took their family and defected to Rose.

In addition to the previous immigrants who went to Britain, their home in the fjord of Balmerk, everything became deserted.

Strangely enough, the old Magnuth called for a foreign war, and none of this group of fishermen had risen up like this group of today. Is it true that Rurik of Rose has a strong appeal?

The old Brin Goethe didn't know what other left-behind families and the masses of retail investors thought. The small village where his family was located was like this. Could the Ross people really gather a large army easily?

During this night, the huge conscription was being carried out smoothly, and Lurik did not force them to sell their lives at all. A large number of men brought their weapons to join the army.

Of course, there is the respect for heroes here, but it also lies in being a permanent mercenary of Rurik. That stable reward is better than fishing a hundred times.

This night, another major event was also happening.

Because there are still a group of men who participated in the conquest of Tavastia, they did not participate in the new expedition to Britain.

Now, a group of female prisoners from Tavastia were sent over, and the men immediately went to check, stripped off their clothes and checked their tattoos. Once found that it was his own tattoo, he immediately took the woman away.

Rurik is definitely not sending the Buddha to the west. The Tavastia woman has already arrived. He has no right or obligation to take care of what the local Balmerks want.

What kind of life will these women stay in Balmerk and will they get enough food? Rurik had already appealed to local leaders to help him. He didn't ask Balmerk's allies for the food and clothing of these women for the past six months. He felt that he was already very kind.

The women who were taken away immediately had a relationship with their new man. In addition to the previous events, it was a night of trouble.

Rurik didn't know and didn't care, he only hoped that as many warriors as possible would come out of the Balmerks, and then he would transform them into pure Rus by some means.

Until noon the next day, more and more people sailed on long boats to reach the core settlement of the fjord in the ice-free ocean.

Now, Rurik is willing to name this core point Narvik.

A large number of boats washed up on the beach, and all that came down were a group of brawny men with weapons. Some people jumped directly into the icy water that submerged their knees. It didn't matter how cold they were, they gathered violently on the shore.

Many people wear iron helmets or bronze helmets, mostly gray-toned leather, and shields in a variety of colors.

They are not mobs, standing on the ground has a fierce aura.

They assembled spontaneously and soon formed a huge army.

Rurik was indeed too tired, and when he went to rest, he slept until almost noon.

Yevlo shook his benefactor very boldly.

"Noren...Noren, I'm still sleepy..."

"My lord, it's me, Jeflo."

"You?" Rurik woke up suddenly, rubbing his right hand, "Where is Nolen?"

"She has gone out early."

"Oh... No! You shouldn't be so reckless."

"My lord, let me apologize. But there are a large number of soldiers gathered outside, and what you hoped will be done today. Nolan is already talking to them, and they are waiting for you to show up."

"It's so!" Rurik couldn't even think of this wonderful surprise in his dreams. He hurriedly changed his clothes and hurried out.

The sun shone on a metal helmet, and there were a lot of warriors with blond braids. They brought their own weapons, bucklers were in groups, and their short spears became small trees.

When I first saw this armed and threatening warrior, Rurik estimated the number of them, I'm afraid they could reach 1,000.

Not only that, but because of the announcement yesterday, the so-called Ross sled team is taking into account the trade work. The quantity of goods is not large, and they still have to be sold on the spot. The conditions that Rurik gave to the locals are still the same, that is, to take out the prepared salt as currency for the transaction, and the salt is a special general equivalent. The value of the salt in this transaction is still declared by Rurik as "ten silver coins. Pound of salt".

Therefore, there are also a large group of women wearing headscarves and weird braids, as well as some scurrying children.

"It's Lord Rurik! He is finally here." Suddenly someone yelled.

Another exclaimed: "Don't be in a daze! Salute to our adults!"

Everything came very quickly, and Rurik saw Nolen talking and laughing with some gorgeous old guys, and he cared more about the hordes of warriors.

The soldiers knelt down and saluted the soldiers, with the shield tree in front of them, and the spear still held in their right hand. They raised their heads, eyes full of hope on both sides of the huge guard nose iron piece.

They were very mixed at first, and they quickly assembled into a neat sentence: "We don't recognize anyone except Riurikaf Russ!"

Look! Listen! The sound was so loud and neat that the snow on the roof was shaken down.

As a monarch, the most joyful thing is to be in such a scene, and he is the ruler supported by the soldiers.

Rurik recalled that he remembered that the old man Magnut had never been so admired by his people.

In such a magnificent scene, Rurix simply drew out 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 people of Russ! I approve of you being a Roth! But you must prove your strength to other Roths through a victory!"

These remarks are the most critical declaration of Rurik's trip. He is struggling to incorporate the Balmerk stayers while the iron is hot.

These gathered warriors, Rurik allowed them to continue to live as the Rus, and they knew exactly what it meant.

The scene of the crowd saluting was so shocked that Old Brin Goethe was about to drop his chin. In his memory, no leader could get such a number of soldiers to kneel and salute.

Noren was also trembling in shock, this is a concrete manifestation of the charm of his own man and brave.

The old Brin Goethe seized the opportunity and immediately launched his third son after Liurik made everyone stand up.

A young man with his biceps exposed in the cold wind came out with a shield.

Hellafeld's face is immature and heroic, and his deep eyes are the most traditional Norwegian face. As for half of his bald head with blue stripes, and the short braids **** on the top of his skull, it seems to be the normal hair style of Balmerk men.

As for the brothers Biyuni and Froki, their pure bald heads are too personal.

Only at the first glance, Hellafeld Bringodson, Rurik felt that if this person did not become a warrior, he would be sorry for his status. After inquiries, I learned that there were a hundred armed men behind this person, which was a bit strange while being pleasantly surprised.

"It seems that I am really charming." Rurik was very happy.

But now is definitely not the time to be arrogant. Even if the Balmerks immigrate to Britain on a large scale, the left-behind people still have this kind of strength.

Wait a minute! If they all followed them, wouldn't this huge Narvik Fjord become sparsely populated?

That won't work. The concept of Balmerk can become history, and Narvik’s changes must be replaced and carried forward. The fact that fewer people here will be detrimental to the Rus people’s strategy of not freezing Hong Kong.

Besides the expedition team is not as many as possible.

Seeing them, Rurik's mind turned violently, and he announced: "I am very happy for your admiration. But this time you directly accept my command. I will select 500 people to leave, and the others, please continue your own jobs."

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 should the leavers be selected?

Rurik thought for a while. If there is enough time, he can identify the best through competitive methods, such as competition of strength and running speed.

Now that time is tight, he comes up with a simple standard.

Because the explorer Mordgen is still staying in Balmerk's hometown, he should just take this man as the standard, don't want anyone who is taller than him, and don't have arms that are thicker than him. Even people with too long beards and obviously too immature teenagers don't want it.