Chapter 862： Cleaning

Wooden shields with various paintings are put together, and there are often thirty or forty people forming a shield wall.

These differently dressed warriors beat their bucklers with wooden sticks, and made a huge noise along with the sound of the horns. The people holding round shields are in front, and there are a group of people holding long wooden poles behind.

Although the original plan was that many fighters used clubs as weapons to force all the fishermen away, considering the extremely probable resistance of their opponents, the nobles who organized the manpower still arranged sharp-edged fighters.

There are such shield walls everywhere. Soldiers wear standard Viking roars and rhythmically cooperate with the sound of beating on wooden shields, making them magnificent, like mudslides, unstoppable bombarding the fishermen.

The nobles came to battle with the whole family armed with sharp blades. The private soldiers they kept and the large hands of temporary hires each received a large sum of money, and even hinted that when the fishermen were forced to leave, it was possible to rob the fishermen's property.

People with their own masters cannot empathize with the fishermen, even if the fishermen are poor, there will always be something valuable, right?

They must stick to their professional ethics and work hard for the benefit of the funder.

In this matter, the nobles are willing to pay for it.

Smart nobles have a long-term vision. As long as these fishermen are driven away, Stockholm will be the world of kings and commercial nobles, and everyone will earn more wealth in the future.

But all this, the fishermen are in the dark.

The fishermen noticed that the situation was abnormal since yesterday evening, and those who tried to escape were instead driven by the king's navy. The entire fishing village was surrounded by Tuan Tuan. They comforted themselves that the king had some important arrangements. After all, the entire Stockholm Port was blocked by the army.

Perhaps the king was not targeting fishermen?

Now, all illusions are shattered.

Those fishermen who walked out of the wooden shed tried to reason with the approaching "shield wall". The men were kicked down and the women were also kicked.

The soldiers were really rude to the children.

It was seen that the parents were kicked, and the children threw stones and shattered tiles, in exchange for the fragmentation of the shield wall. A few sturdy men suddenly rushed out of the wall, and the children who dared to throw stones were firmly **** with ropes.

More than children, anyone who tries to resist, even with an iron harpoon, the weak fishermen dare not fight against the aristocratic army.

More and more people were forced out of the wooden shed houses. Shield walls walked past these houses. Behind the shield walls were men with large axes. They did not hesitate to hack and smash the sheds violently.

The wooden sheds that were already unreliable in structure collapsed one after another, and the bottles and cans inside were trampled on.

The warriors of the Mellaren nobles stepped on the collapsed ruins and continued to approach the fishermen group. The threatening army is simply going to kill all the fishermen. They don't know what they have done wrong. Why should the nobles show their butcher swords to their own clan?

The fishermen yelled at them, men and women, throwing stones and tiles one after another.

They are throwing everything that can be thrown, including worried kippers, and even yesterday's feces and urine in a pottery urn.

It was disgusting to be hit by an urn of excrement and urine! The unlucky soldier had killing intent in his eyes. If it hadn't been ordered by the gold master, it would really have been out of the array and slashed.

"If you leave the team to hack and kill, if you really kill people, don't think about salary! Remember, we only drive and don't kill people." All land aristocrats generally use this kind of rhetoric.

This is definitely not the kindness of the nobles, but it really caused **** incidents, and the king Rurik would be angry.

However, the nobles are already demolishing the houses in the fishing village and violently driving out the residents, so they are not allowed to resist?

In the eyes of the fishermen, this group of nobles completely tore through the masks of the humans in the past, exposing the fangs of the monsters under their skins.

Finally, some fishermen couldn't bear it anymore. They had already considered the lakeside very much. The harpoon and hand axe in their hands were their last stubbornness.

The fishermen are fighting back!

When someone witnessed his companion throwing a harpoon, and realized that he had completely torn his face, other fishermen who gave up their fantasy began to learn.

Someone clamored: "You won't let us live! You all go to die!"

In the shout, the harpoon smashed past.

Soldiers were injured at first, and some had their chests pierced by sharp harpoons. Death came suddenly, this is no longer a violent drive, it has completely evolved into a battle between both sides!

How many aristocratic private soldiers really stupidly only hold sticks and ropes? Seeing that their comrades were constantly being attacked by sharp weapons, they began to suffer losses. They threw wooden sticks to try to hit a fisherman in the head, and then drew a sharp hand axe from the belt of the trousers.

The soldier clearly indicated his axe, which is both a deterrent and a dangerous signal.

In the eyes of the fishermen, the actions of the noble soldiers are a signal of the imminent killing. As the so-called dead fish and net breaking are just now, the fishermen also spared no effort.

At the beginning, men armed with weapons launched a charge against the private soldiers of the nobility, while women and children were still fleeing towards the lake.

Although the fishermen are busy with their fishing operations all day long, they are by no means cowardly, especially when a group of fishermen leave the big lake and enter the ocean, they can become pirates. There are even madmen who ran into the Danish waters to steal fish in the breeze of the Ross Fleet last year.

The weapon fight turned into a civil war, but even if the fishermen were brave, they would be at an absolute disadvantage in terms of strength.

The fishermen’s charge of breaking their nets was ruthlessly overwhelmed, and when a group of fishermen were killed tragically, the morale of the rest of the people collapsed. The fighting continued, resistance turned into slaughter, fishermen retreated steadily, and the shield wall of the nobles’ private army was battling step by step.

The fishermen are not without a way to survive, at least as seen on the surface, everyone can get on a small boat and quickly escape.

Some fishermen who run fast, even if they don't know what happened, their wives and children boarded their own boats and attacked the Russ fleet that blocked the port area.

There were only narrow gaps in the battleships. Although the larger long rowing boats could not pass through the gaps, it was not a problem for the boats to pass through. Although it may be blocked, many ships have escaped together, and there will always be someone who can escape.

But they were wrong.

Rurik watched the development of the situation in the attic of the Ross shop the whole time, and he noticed that the drive had turned into a **** battle.

It was within his own expectation that the situation became such a field, but the white fox was taken aback.

"Those fishermen are fighting with the noble army, and both sides are desperate. Wouldn't many fishermen die?"

"At least we are not the ones who do evil." Rurik said coldly.

Hearing, the white fox felt a terrible cold instinct. He turned his head and saw that some fishermen were already rowing away. Then he asked: "Our army is on the shore. Originally, our army was also going to intercept these fishermen. Now you let them leave? "

"Can they really escape?" Rurik shook his head blankly.

The development of the situation is as Rurik said, but all the fishing boats that tried to pass through the blockade were shot at close range by the torsion slingshot.

At this moment, the entire fleet lined up in an arc-shaped long snake formation, and the side slingshots were all aiming at the gap. Of course, there are only a few armed sailors to hold each ship, and this is enough manpower.

Armed sailors did not shoot people, but only accurately fired at the hull of the approaching sampan. The boat was smashed out of the big hole and soon became silent. The people who threw in the sailors grabbed everything that could be grasped. They tended to instinctively grab the rope thrown by the people on the boat, and were pulled one by one by the armed sailors to work overtime. .

Anyone who is pulled up, whether men, women or children, is bound by ropes. They called out what the **** was going on today, and they were stuffed with linen cloth in their mouths while yelling, and they were tying their mouths with rope.

Compared with the private soldiers of the nobles by land, the Ross people are kinder here after all.

More and more small boats turned into driftwood on the lake, and there were many more tied-up fishermen on Ross' ships.

Seeing no hope of breaking through the siege, a group of fishermen's boats simply drifted near the shore, and more people were trapped on the shore.

Rurik was still standing above and observing all this, and the encirclement of the aristocratic private soldiers kept tightening.

The sheds in the fishing village collapsed one after another, and he really admired the nobles' motivation to clean the fishing village and destroy the houses.

The nobles worked very hard, and Rurik couldn't talk about happiness, because asking himself, he was the planner of this matter, and he was not qualified to sympathize with the fishermen. But when his own kingdom has developed here, there are certain things that must be done, even if it does not hurt to be a tyrant.

Fortunately, I kept a hand.

He suddenly asked the white fox: "You said, if these fishermen knew that this king was behind the scenes, how many new names would they give me?"

"They? I don't think they dare. Those who dare to disobey the king can kill them."

"You compliment me. That's fine." Rurik sighed slightly. "Fortunately, I was prepared. Just imagine if you were a fisherman over there, what would you see?"

"This..." The white fox was confused, "I am a businessman, I don't understand."

"All the fishermen saw were the nobles doing evil, the nobles of Mellaren were killing the poor fishermen! And we, up to now, behaved as blocking the port, and the Ross people did not kill."

"But we really don't let them leave."

Rurik nodded: "Even if they think this way, it doesn't matter. After all, it is the nobles who directly commit the evil. They will remember the first evil, and what we have to do is to mediate at the last minute. Now is the time to signal Arik and the others. Up!"

Thousands of fishermen were trapped in the dock, men and women were desperate, and the children were crying. Hundreds of fishermen have been killed in terrible battles, and their sheds have been destroyed. Although the valuables are not much, most of the food they have stored has been lost.

What kind of attitude does the king have, is he in harmony with this group of nobles?

They didn't have time to think, because the noble armies who looked at them were still shrinking their encirclement.

Finally, things got worse!

The Ross army, dressed in a blue shirt with a white background, suddenly appeared. Arik led the soldiers to form a brand new human wall, standing in front of the helpless fishermen.

The situation became extremely delicate, and the fishermen immediately noticed that the Ross army that suddenly appeared was not malicious, just like they did when they deliberately entered the fishing village for an armed cruise a few days ago.

At least it seemed so, what they saw next was that the Rus army was a protector of a group of fishermen.

The shields of the Ross fighters were unanimously facing outwards, showing their backs to the fishermen.

Arik stood in front of the formation, waving his sword violently in both hands, calling out: "Noble man, that's it! You all leave!"

The nobles complained about how things became like this, and even Bjorn complained about how the Ross army had only appeared now.

"You are a mediator!" Bjorn cursed inwardly. He was aware of the current situation, after all, the peaceful dispersal turned into a **** expulsion. But how can this be? Things have been done. So far, the demands of many nobles have been fulfilled.

As the land aristocrat with the highest status in Mellaren, the abdicated king Bjorn stepped forward.

"Arik, you took the double swords away, we don't need to meet each other with swords and soldiers."

"That's true." Arik nodded and then the sword was sheathed, and continued to shout loudly: "You are too harsh on the fishermen! You can no longer bleed! You are all gone, let's take care of the rest."

"This is the end?"

"Yes! Let's stop here!" Arik still shouted in his voice. The meaning was actually quite clear, just to let the helpless fishermen understand that the disaster ended here.

According to the previous agreement, when the Ross announced that the situation was over, the Mellaren nobles should take their people to evacuate. Arik's voice was loud, and a group of nobles who heard the news had already taken people away.

The shield wall that had been relatively regular in shape disintegrated, and the nobles left with their own people. Why stay and continue to confront the Ross army and helpless fishermen? The confrontation itself is meaningless, and the most urgent task now is to rob valuable property from the ruins of the fishing village, as the king has acquiesced.

Ordinary private soldiers are like taking out a few copper coins and silver coins from the rubble, and even edible dried fish can be collected.

The land nobles naturally don't want these boring altars and pots. What they want is the land under the ruins.

The nobles left one after another but did not disappear. The gorgeously dressed nobles standing on the ruins are already in the enclosure!

After all, free fishermen are not fools. The fishing village they spontaneously formed is indeed a treasure of geomantic omen for Stockholm. It is a protruding part extending to the lake in the macroscopic view, and it is blessed with being a good port.

The nobles had long secretly hoped that all the fishermen would leave. In the past, they did not dare. Now, with the advice and co-ordination of the king Rülik, the brothers did it in partnership.

Now, all the fishermen, men, women and children are under the "protection" of the Russian army.

However, what happened next left them quite puzzled.

The fishermen’s boats still in the berth were confiscated by the Russian army for custody, and the weapons in the hands of the male and female fishermen were ordered to lay down.

Arik received his weapon and opened his arms to face the fishermen. He himself seems kind, but behind him are thousands of mighty army soldiers!

The fishermen who were severely frightened were still in shock, and the helpless children of UU Reading were still crying and crying.

"You lay down your weapons and accept the king's arrangement! Attention! Your village has been destroyed by them, and you have nowhere to go. But the king is kind and will provide you with a way to survive. As long as you stop resisting and obediently, you can live. ."

What Arik said was nothing more than what Rurik gave to him. There were no more promises here. There was only one core principle: obedience can survive.

No, Arik roared like this: "Women, think about your children. Men, think about your women. You can survive by obeying the king."

They broke their defenses completely, and anyone who resisted dropped their weapons and left them to the disposal of the Rus.

Soon, the Ross ships loosened their hand ropes one after another, and the blockade against the port area was completely over.

A group of long rowing boats rushed to the port and began to load the fishermen who had lost all means of production to the fortified Gould Island fortress.

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