Chapter 763： Ragner

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The fleet has entered the Weser River, but the atmosphere in this area is a little frightening.

Standing on the boat, Arik frowned, and he mumbled to the people around him: "The atmosphere is too quiet, there is no human atmosphere, I don't think this area is very rich."

Blue Fox also felt strange: "Weird. When I left a few months ago, there were many fishing boats drifting along the river, and there were boats at the mouth of the sea."

"Maybe we exposed? They ran away out of fear?" Yevlo was also puzzled.

After some consideration, they still decided to move on. Arik even gave an order to prepare for the battle. After all, the brothers entered the hinterland of the unknown Frankish territory for the first time, and under any circumstances they might encounter an enemy attack.

Soon, there were obvious signs of villages ahead, or just a simple village mutilation.

Arik squinted and stared: "How do I feel that this is the burned village, who did all this?"

These words are equivalent to asking Blue Fox, but how did Blue Fox learn about the situation?

"There is a pair of villages in this generation. As for the signs of destruction, we may be able to send someone to take a look."

Arik shrugged: "It's okay, send a dozen brothers to see, if you find the barn and seize the grain, it would be great."

The Salmon Chief put down two flat-bottomed paddle boats hanging on the sideboard. They were real boats, and ten people landed on them.

The fleet also took the opportunity to drop anchor, and everyone was waiting for good news.

They didn't wait too long, but it was a pity that they obviously didn't get good news. The returnees were empty-handed, except for a few people who held the blackened wooden sticks, and they were no longer "captured".

They boarded the ship to report their duties one after another, each of them obviously encountered bad things, and their faces were horrible.

Arik didn't fight at all. "Did you get frightened or encountered an enemy. It seems that there is no fight."

The leader shook his head and said bluntly: "Boss, you still don't want to see it. Those villages are smelly, and there are rotting corpses lying all over the place. It's too smelly, it's a cursed place."

"Oh? You mean someone attacked there?"

"And the attack has been for a while. Look at that method, it's quite our style."

"We?" Arik shook his head: "We still collect the bodies of the dead! So a group of bandits attacked the village?"

"Who knows?"

Arik waved his hand to greet him without saying any more, he quickly reached a consensus with others. The so-called bandit gangs exist in this generation, and this is probably the reason for such a quiet environment.

The Frankish village was attacked in broad daylight, and Blue Fox's understanding of this generation immediately pointed out that this should be reality. Because this area belongs to the Count of Bremen, it is not surprising that there have been gangster activities in the territory.

"As far as I know, the earl was ordered to lead troops against the Danes, and the departure of the army naturally made the bandits rampant."

Based on this information, Arik can't help but think otherwise, whether the so-called gangsters will rob Bremen first, will the brothers come all the way to the sky?

Such boxes of cast iron bullets are transported to the deck, and all ships’ torsion slingshots are ready for battle.

Soldiers with bows and crossbows guarded the deck, and everyone watched their surroundings and was ready to fight at any time.

Arik and his group of blood-licking guys have this high sense of battlefield smell, especially during the crusade against the Karelians, they were also suddenly attacked while sailing on the river, and they were afraid of accidents again.

The fleet is lined up in columns, so any side attack on the left and right, all kinds of long-range weapons can carry out saturation strikes. The Ross army was highly guarded against the dark arrows coming from the riverside forest, and their vigilance was overdone.

They have passed through the rather straight channel of the Weser River, and bends have begun to appear in front of them, and a large forest has blocked the channel.

As the first ship completed its turn, the scene ahead instantly stirred up the soldiers' tension.

Because the Salmon Chief was the flagship as the leader, Arik rubbed his eyes vigorously and exclaimed: "Ah! What did I see? Longboat? Who is this group of people?"

How did the Franks own the Viking longship? When Arik didn't know for a while, he asked Blue Fox, but Blue Fox couldn't say why.

"At least they are not our allies. Here, everyone may be our enemy." Blue Fox warned so, and the listeners were highly alert.

Arik also felt that the Blue Fox’s words were very pertinent. There is a saying that offense is the best defense. In order to avoid being hit by this group of obvious Nordic fighters, it is better to give them a rain of arrows.

"Attention brothers! Raise our skull and crossbones flag, the arrow is in place, wait for my order to launch!"

There was no camouflage on the entire route, and the flags of the ships were flying. But when he encountered unknown armed men on the Weser River, the skull and crossbones became a battle flag.

Not only did they raise the flag, but the horn-bearers sounded the deep and powerful horns.

All signs prove that this army, which is like a **** from the sky, is going to kill on a large scale!

Looking at the group of long boats and people who are docking, they are all actively fighting. They don't seem to want to fight Ross. It is true that their long boat is no match for the Ross ship.

People in different clothes all went ashore, and they instantly turned into a military formation at the campfire camp on the shore.

The round shields painted in colorful green and green colors form a long shield wall, and there is a distance from the riverside.

"They are going to fight, maybe these people are Danes!" The blue fox deliberately arched the fire: "The Danes should crusade too!"

Arik nodded, seeing that the brothers were best prepared for archery.

At the crucial moment, Yevlo stepped forward: "We don't even know their true identity, we can't fight when we meet each other! I don't like to be confused."

"When they are turned into corpses, we still have a few live mouths to know who they are." After Arik said, he raised his right hand, and when he dropped it, he sent a thousand arrows.

Arik's hand was held by Yevlo, with a bearded face close to him. "Brother! The prince let me go with him because he was worried about your recklessness. Look at them! Put on a dignified battle! I think we should negotiate with them. They are obviously not Frankish troops. We can't fight in confusion."

Arik stumbled and gave up the battle order for the time being.

Since the negotiation was proposed by Jeflo, he was responsible for the negotiation.

Look at the current Jeflo, he is wearing a typical Viking helmet and a blue and white round shield on his back. He is a little short, and the guards beside him are tall and strong first banner hacking fanatics.

When they landed, someone holding a Ross flag went straight to the line of troops.

The more Jeflo walked, the more he could see the faces of those people, and he felt more strange.

"I actually saw armed women and children?!"

Indeed, those armed men have women with blond hair, and their graceful features are too different from those of unshaven men. As for the armed children, they are obviously small men who are still on the front line of the military.

Jeflo stopped, and then roared in Gnostic: "Who is your leader?! Are you going to fight with us, Ross? If you want to fight, rush and kill, come!"

Behind him is the raging Russ fleet, with 30 torsion slingshots on one side of the enemy, and more than 200 people holding various crossbows.

Looking at the armed men again, they can't see the specific number of people in a long line. The apparent scale is very bluffing, and a few of them are convinced that they are holding the banner of the raven coat of arms. They remained vigilant, unmoved by Jeflo's cry.

Time was fermenting the situation, and finally Yevlo roared for a while, and the other party's array finally moved.

The array stepped aside, and several young bearded young men with weird braids, holding bucklers and battle axes, stepped forward.

"Are you the leader?" Yevlo continued to ask.

A young warrior roared like a lion: "I know you! Ross people!"

"Oh? So who are you? Danes?"

From Jeflo's perspective, the other party hesitated for a while before pointing out that he was indeed a Danish. Hearing this, Yevlo subconsciously held the hilt of the sword, and signaled the others to prepare for the battle in case of unexpected events.

Seeing that the person who spoke again thrown off his entourage and moved on, Jeflo also put the entourage on standby and greeted him.

The man in front of him was quite tall and strong, and his deep eyes were full of vicissitudes. The first impression he gave Evlo was that he had gone through too many things.

Jeflorio asked cautiously: "This is clearly the territory of the Franks, why are you Danes here."

The man asked arrogantly: "This is indeed a Frankish territory, why are you Russ here."

How boring to question each other, Jeflo's self-esteem has been offended.

"Why? Did you see this fleet? We came to rob the treasure. It was really unlucky. We actually met your Danes here." Yevlo's words were deliberately provocative. He instinctively felt that the two sides still had to fight, maybe this group of people are still Frank's mercenaries, after all, there have been rumors in this area.

Unexpectedly, this mention of looting, the young, seemingly leader, roared to the sky and laughed: "Oh, I probably guessed what you want to do! You want to rob Bremen."

Evlo couldn't help but step back because of the big difference: "How do you know?"

The two were quiet, and the man yelled again: "I guessed it right. People of Ross, we might be able to make a deal."

"what?"

"You and I have never encountered it. Your fleet continues to sail, and we continue to camp."

"Why? Wait a minute!" Yevlo realized something difficult to say, and he frowned and asked: "So, you actually don't want to attack us? Even if you put out the battle."

The man also struck his shield and pointed out: "If you attack us, our army would rather fight back."

Jevlo took advantage of the trend and laughed lowly: "You know that Ross is powerful, and you should understand that you choose to fight with pebble and stone. Our Russian navy has killed your old king Hafgen, and no Danes can win our fleet. "

"If it is a land battle, it is not necessarily. But we would rather fight for honor, even if we are defeated. If my tribe loses in your hands, we will be defeated."

The words of this young leader are admirable, and there are many signs that they are really just camping on this beach. The encounter with the fleet is really accidental. They do not want war, nor are they afraid of war.

Essentially they still don't want to fight!

Jevlo thought about it, and often started the sun slanting westward, and talked a little bit more obediently: "We are also looking for a suitable camping site. We didn't want to fight, and so did you. Maybe, we can share this. A river beach."

"you……"

"I'm Jeflo, Finn Jeflo, a general (war chief) under the command of Prince Rus." Jeflo took the lead in releasing the peace signal.

Look at the man with his head up and chest up: "Okay! A warlord among the Ross people. I am Ragna Sigdersson, and everyone says I am a man in wool pants. I killed a big man named Olekin. , Is said to be the king of the Svearans. I am a big man, and you must be just a small character among the Rosses."

A small character? Gevlo had no intention of showing off that he was the earl of the entire Suomi people, and theoretically represented the 30,000 people in Finland, especially Suomi, on behalf of Prince Rurik.

Indeed, this man is Ragnar, a great pirate destined to be legendary. It's a pity that, just like history is destined, he illegally robbed Paris on that plane and was caused by both Franks and Eastern Franks to find a reason to invade Denmark, and was expelled by King Horrick.

Now Ragnar, he is already in exile. The people camping on this beach are his last group of people.

The brave person will always continue to be brave. He has lost many excellent fighters, and also many women and children. Although the essence of the tribe is there, it is a pity that everyone has turned into a gangster who has lost their territory, and is really a dog of loss. However, they did not lose their arrogance.

Ragnar continued to claim that he was leading the entire Stonewall tribe in exile. He did not want to fight in principle, at least not with meaningless battles with the Rus.

Gevlo has no affection for the concept of Svealand or Sweden, but the man claimed to have killed Olekin himself. If it is true, he is indeed a respectable person.

The two sides are still caught in a chain of suspicion, and a misunderstanding can lead to a big fight between the two sides.

Perhaps the Russ army can keep restraint as much as possible, but it is not ruled out that these Danes are preemptive.

Jeflo thought for a moment, and persuaded Ragner, who was in conflict and entanglement: "Our Rus army is indeed planning to attack Bremen. Since you don’t participate, don’t cause us trouble. I don’t ask you to lay down your weapons, at least when we land. Don’t be boring afterwards. This river beach is very big, and our army will keep your distance. You can’t trust us completely, and we can’t trust you completely. However, since you are a warrior, we might as well get together tonight and share the ale and roast. Fish, you can also have a good chat. The Franks are our enemies, and the enemy's enemies are friends. At least we can't make a big fight. Please think about it."

Jeflo felt that he had exhausted his power. No matter what Ragna chose, the Russian army needed a qualified berth and a suitable camp. He withdrew safely, and all his actions were clearly seen by Arik and others in the distance.

From Ragnar's perspective, even if he was more heroic, he was not stupid enough to be an enemy of the Ross Fleet. By now, is he still a Danish? The entire tribe has been expelled by the Danish King Horlick, and if it is not evacuated fast enough, everyone will be killed by those people.

The Danes remained on guard, Ragner and his confidants watched the Rus army, which was basically uniform, landed. Their formation looks chaotic, and they will definitely not take the initiative to attack.

Upon seeing this, someone shook Ragner: "Boss, we are the first to take the initiative. Their big ship is very good, there must be a lot of food in the cabin. We took the opportunity to take the supplies, and everything will be fine."

"Are you an idiot?" Ragnar was furious, and immediately used this remark as an example to announce to all the people: "Don't try to attack them. The Ross people are not fools! Now the Franks are chasing us, the Danish villain is chasing us. Kill us. If you provoke the Rus and are chased by them, everything is over!"

Indeed, from the perspective of the Russ, how could Arik as a commander be moved by Jeflo's rhetoric. Especially the man named Ragnar claimed to have killed Olegin!

Even if Oleg was no longer a thing, he was also the leader elected by all the Svealan tribes, and his uncle Otto had to be respected on the surface.

At this moment, for an instant, Arik became very jealous of his younger brother Rurik. Although my brother was not the old Danish king Hafgen, he used the ship Aphrola to crash it into fish food.

On the contrary, Arik was a little bit shy. It's a pity that he didn't have the merit of "killing the king" level.

He didn't know the specific reason. The encounter this time was fantastic. Since the other party's original intention was not to fight, the Ross army could not fight to the end with a group of exiled Danes before attacking Bremen.

The Russian army landed, but all ships remained behind. The torsion slingshots were aimed at the Danish campfire camps, the slides confronted the enemy at a high angle, and the weapons were all replaced with spin feather light javelins, so that once the Danes made a success, the Russian army could show the first-hand advantage.

Arik himself set foot on the river beach, and the soldiers carried the iron pot on the ship, piled up the bricks brought from Shilla Fort, and built the pot stove on the spot. Together with the charcoal brought from my hometown, the wheat and dried salted fish are boiled with the water of the Weser River to make a salty soup.

The commanders on both sides maintained restraint, and also maintained vigilance and hostility. The camps of the two sides are about three hundred meters away from each other, because Ragnar believes that keeping such a distance, the horrible bow of the Russian army will definitely not hit him on the head. At least Ragnar did not dare to really anger the Russ because of the life of the last women and children of the tribe.

The night gradually fell, and the scent of wheat glutinous rice wafting from the Ross camp ruthlessly filled the sky above the Ragnar camp. During this period of time, Ragnar was living by robbery along the river, and the piracy had scared the Frankish civilians to flee with softness, and it became more difficult to rob houses to solve the supply. They tried to attack Bremen, looking at the wooden castle fortress, all their efforts were in vain.

In fact, Ragnar couldn't hold on anymore. According to his plan, he would sleep on the beach tonight, eat some little food, and leave the river in a boat tomorrow. As for where to go in the future? Denmark must not be able to go back, maybe go to Flanders (northern Holland) to try your luck, or continue to robbery along the coastline, if you can find an island with fresh water, the family will settle down. After all, the tribe’s old business is fishing, and a stable fishing village can make a comeback.

However, another story began to circulate in the camp.

So someone fumbled to Ragnar's side: "Boss, brothers are really hungry. Since the Rus don't want to attack us, can we actually ask them for some help? They are clearly cooking delicious food, everyone It’s Odin’s warrior, so we should give it to us."

Hearing, Ragnar really wanted to scold his buddy for being an idiot, but his stomach groaned and made a fool of himself.

If anyone can impress him with his perseverance, there is nothing more than his two children. Especially his eldest son Ivar, whose legs shrank, and his second son, Bjorn, who had just learned to walk. The child was screaming and hungry, and even with a heart of stone, Ragnar's heart was still soft.

He didn't want to have any intersection with the Ross people, and what happened today is just as if they didn't know each other. But the emotions of the entire tribe were agitated, and not all of them could insist on their honor to resist the temptation of food.

He gritted his teeth and summoned the clan's cronies to gather for a surprise meeting.

"I've decided! The leader of the Ross army wants to talk to me I can go to the meeting, maybe I can get some food for my brothers. It’s just maybe it’s a conspiracy. If I get caught Kill, you will take your tribe with them to the woods, try not to fight with them."

The confidants looked at each other and fell silent...

They all wanted to say something but couldn't speak. Looking at them again, Ragnar bent his mind and ordered: "I will go to the meeting by myself. You don't want to follow! I don't believe they will be despicable people, go... …"

Ragnar stood up, patted his body, arched his back again, picked up a burning fuelwood, and rushed to the Rus camp.

A burning flame was approaching the camp, and the vigilant Ross army had secretly picked up the guy.

"This is the guest you are talking about? It may be Ragnar?" Arik, who had already stood up, asked Evlo in a puzzled manner.

"It should be. There is only one person. He told my brothers not to be too nervous, and not to be rough at any time without an order. I... go and see the situation myself." After the words, Yevlo also picked up a stick of firewood. , Walked towards each other.