Chapter 1138： The old king and the little warrior

"Your Majesty! Arik is here!"

"Huh? Who's here?"

"Arik!" The guard who sent the message had to raise his voice.

"It's him. That's great." The old man's face quickly filled with a smile, and the guard pointed out that a large army had arrived outside the city.

"Army? Who are they? Who is mobilizing the army? Could it be that my son has returned?"

"It's the Duke of Ostara, the steppe people, the horsemen from Kyiv, and Arik's army." The guards took the trouble to name those people as if they were reporting the names of the dishes.

The guards even emphasized that "they are here to meet the king."

Otto, who was greedy for some small wine, cheered up his aging heart, and he cleared his throat with a low voice and spat out a mouthful of old phlegm. "Someone! Help me get up! Yes, bring my stomach. I have to meet these boys in a beautiful way."

Outside the city, Governor Medvert, who was startled, dared to take a group of guards to greet him at the city gate with flags up, drive away the crowd watching the lively crowd, and then meet the old man who was a little out of breath after walking all the way.

At this time, Fisk had arranged for his men to go to the cavalry barracks outside the city to reconcile with the remaining brothers and immediately began to rest. He gave vacations to the guys who had gone through the war in the south. The people who got the vacation immediately gave the war horses to the left-behind companions as gifts, unloaded the spoils and put them in the barracks, and impatiently showed off their achievements to the colleagues, talking about Interesting and exciting story.

Fisk stayed outside the city by himself. He wanted to meet the old king Otto in person, and also to chat with the governor who was bound to go out of the city to meet him.

Take a look at the current scene! A huge herd of horses and sleighs carrying goods were "traffic" in the open space outside the city. Booty food, utensils, characteristic grassland leather, strange small objects such as eagle feathers and wolf teeth. The largest amount is still grain, which is the hard currency traded in the market and can be used directly as currency.

The owners of the grain deliberately sold the surplus grain at a price slightly below the market price, and they were waiting to get the permission of the governor to enter the city.

Of course, it does not matter if you are not allowed to enter the city. When the onlookers learned that these special grain transporters wanted to sell grain at a low price, they would rather bring their containers and buy them directly without going outside the city.

Outside the city, Medved met several new friends. For the principle of maintaining law and order and guarding against bad guys, it was impossible for him to put a large number of people into the city. A large number of horses are not allowed to enter the city, otherwise it will be an extremely troublesome winter job to clean up the horse manure.

Wladyslav, a Kyiv, is very humble, he is young and knows who he is. He luggage to Medved, first praised King Ross, and then praised the Governor-General in front of him.

He didn't dare to offend his big client in the slightest, and there were not many horses to be sold on hand, and Medvedt was the only agent to buy in bulk on behalf of the king.

The attitude of Quetzal is the same. In the hierarchical society of the steppe, as a nephew and nephew of the old Khan, he is only qualified to be the commander of a small army during the war. This time I sent myself to Ross permanently, not out of trust, but to a large extent meant exclusion.

Quetzal is not resentful, and even feels that since the Ross Kingdom is prosperous, it is not a problem for him to work for them in Ross and get a lot of benefits.

Covering his heart, he bowed his luggage to Medvedt, and he also planned to bow to the venerable lord when the old king of Rose appeared, kneeling on one knee and salute.

The impression of the first meeting is very critical. No, Quetzal, Wladyslav and Sterkander who met Medved for the first time were at least respectful, and he was in a good mood.

Aric took his son Askard, and Carlota took his son Carl. The children were all blood related to the old king. They came here to meet and even visit relatives.

"The great King Otto is old, winter is dangerous, and his body should have rested. Now that the army is here, he should come and see. If he wishes..."

Medwait was as worried about Otto's passing as was his father, Rigus. This is more than ten years of kung fu, and people who were once strong are no match for the erosion of aging in fate.

He believed that the heart of the old king was always young, and even when he was old, he still wanted to come and see the half-blooded Neo-Russian warriors standing outside the city.

Because of these twelve- or thirteen-year-old boys, most of them have half the blood of White Tree Manor! Even if this generation does not, the boy's wife will definitely be selected from the girls in White Tree Manor first, and the next generation will have the bloodline.

"These children are all my relatives!" Medved said nothing, his heart was dark.

Accompanied by the distant sound of horns, Otto, who was dressed in sheepskin and gilded chainmail, and wearing a gilded helmet, sat on a sleigh and pulled many people out of the city.

His own Damascus sword named "Destroyer" still hangs on his waist. Only when he passes away will this sword really be handed over to his son. He also had a gold-plated and gem-encrusted walking stick by his side, just to walk on it.

"The King is here!" A loud guard roared, and then, under the coordination of the captain of the guard, Grund, the guards lined up in two teams to welcome Old Otto to receive his servants.

This is the great king of Ross, an old man with a withered face.

Some people say that Odin is also the image of such an old man, with a long beard and an elegant figure, holding a long sword and sacrificing one eye to gain wisdom.

Rurik, King of Rus, also gained wisdom, and he seems to have offered nothing. It's not right to think about it!

Bored people like to ponder at home in winter. Rurik gave wisdom to all people, and now everyone's life is getting better and better. Of course he sacrificed something - the life of the enemy.

Blood sacrifice to Odin, this is the price of wisdom. The price is actually very high, I am afraid that 100,000 enemies of various colors sacrificed blood to the gods on the battlefield.

In Novgorod, the local Slavs knew Otto's name, only to learn that he had an only son named Rurik.

The history of being oppressed in the past is gradually seen by the Slavs. They are all pragmatic people, and now food production is unprecedented. No one plundered them anymore, but instead they made a fortune by attacking others.

The onlookers shouted Otto's name, and a large number of people followed suit.

This was heard by Quetzal and others, and it was concluded that the old man had a strong appeal.

Otto stood up by his own strength. He could not stand for long. As he noticed that a large number of New Ross boys were standing neatly in line, his aging heart was restored to youth. He must inspect his own people.

Essentially, a large number of children are related to Otto by blood.

At the beginning of the Ross tribe, it was also a group of fishermen's families. They used the name of "Oars" and continued to marry each other to become one.

Relying on willpower, the old king in golden chainmail walked around the phalanx of infantry lined up in a matrix, closely accompanied by many guards.

His big, rough, visibly withered hands touched this and that, and asked the boy's father in particular.

He knew the names of some people, and when he learned that some boys' fathers were killed in battle in 840, he couldn't help but sighed and tried a few more words.

He approached the most important boy.

The brown-haired Asgard's face was already open. Seeing this kid, the old man couldn't help but think of his younger brother Ogier, who died early.

"Grandpa." The boy almost looked at Old Otto.

"I know you very well. Asgard, you are named after the Sanctuary. You have participated in many wars at a young age. Are you... a true warrior?"

"I am!" the boy answered decisively.

"Very good. Look around you, these are your brothers. You are all real Rus, and you are more noble. Do you know what that means?"

"..." The boy was a little stunned, and he didn't dare to speak nonsense for a while.

"You have responsibility! You have to be brave! Your grandfather died fighting for Ross, and your uncle Fisk fought alongside your grandfather and died at the same time. You are destined to be Ross's warrior, and you want to lead everyone to victory. Ah... I really envy You are so young. The future will be your era." Speaking of which, Otto couldn't help patted Asgard's face hard, and even his little face turned red with strength, "Remember what I said. "

"I...I remember."

"Oh? It's too low, I didn't hear it."

"I remember!" Asgard shouted loudly.

The boy was obviously moved by Otto's inspiration, turned around and waved his right hand at his brother and yelled.

"Russ! Russ!"

The young cubs responded to their old king with a neat Viking battle cry.

Otto is the hero of the old age, and Askard is the first representative of the new generation of Rus to come of age.

The new generation wants to inherit the glory of the predecessors and continue to expand the glory. Otto can't wait to be fifty years younger and welcome the world with a young attitude.

How does fate go against it? He could only numb his mind with spirits, and fantasize about being young in his dreams.

Horses that are in urgent need of sale are quickly accepted by the Governor, and they are sent to the vacant stables preset in advance.

It’s not enough to sell grain at a low price. One of Medved’s responsibility is to release official grain regularly. He will not interfere with ordinary people bringing their surplus grain to the market for sales, that is, they cannot allow the low-priced dumping of large grain transporters. The extra loot grain was bought by the governor and immediately sent to the big granary in the city.

The grain seller is not at a loss, after all, with fine silver coins in hand, ironware and other necessary tools of excellent quality will soon be available on the market.

The Kievs and steppe people needed these, and now they had a lot of silver coins in their hands. They first camped outside the city, some paid a sum of money to rent vacant barns, and the next day they entered the market in Novgorod in groups.

The "rich men" who came from afar were welcomed by people from all walks of life, and the winter market suddenly boomed.

Just like the prosperity of the market, Otto's spirit also suddenly improved.

He has a large number of grandchildren hanging around, but unfortunately most of them are not senior enough.

Unsurprisingly, Oleg, the son of the high priest, became Otto's new favorite. After all, the child's mother was a little slave that she captured with her own hands fourteen years ago. The girl did not freeze to death because of the forgiveness of the gods, and now she became a high priest according to the wishes of the gods. He was as convinced as many old Rus.

He felt that this stinky boy at least received a little favor from God. Oleg's love of crawling and running is really dynamic, such a powerful experience that when he grows older, he can start teaching fighting skills. This kid would be a good fighter and a good helper for the king.

Oleg is like this, and Karl brought by his adopted daughter Carlota has the same spirituality.

In the palace, the little boy took off his boots, and he didn't take off the foot-binding cloth, and ran to his grandfather.

Otto smiled and hugged Carl, letting him act like a spoiled child.

He also wants to hear a key report from the Duchess of Ostara and his adopted daughter, Carlotta.

The daughter in front of her was dressed like a male warrior, standing holding the hilt of her sword, like a Valkyrie standing in the world.

"You're like a Valkyrie." He didn't skimp on this noble accolade for women. Asked again, "Now tell me about your career in the South."

Carlotta was well prepared. Considering the physical and mental condition of her adoptive father, she focused on the important things, but said a lot. Otto was very happy, his aging face was obviously flushed, it was not because he had drunk too much alcohol, but because he was really happy.

Vitebsk? A new place name, where is it? When he heard that it would take ten days to go all the way to Novgorod on horseback, he had a concept in his mind.

Crucially, that place was already close to the border of the enemy's Smolensk-controlled area.

Based on the information obtained from the mouths of captured slaves, the Otto people are living in longevity, and it is a pity that the boy named Vadim was not killed by himself.

"You are approaching Smolensk. If they attack, your stronghold will be the first. My daughter, do you have the confidence to defeat them?"

Carlotta smiled, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes, a little conceited, "They? A bunch of stupid people. My Ostara cavalry will continue to defeat them immediately, and the powerful Ross cavalry will take a shot. We will continue to expand our territory, I am Rurik. woman, this is my responsibility."

"It's beautiful. Unfortunately, I'm guilty of this." The old man patted his thigh.

"Why does father blame himself?"

"I should have killed that Vadim back then. It was too merciful, and I felt that the kid was just a rude man without any threat. I didn't expect this kid to become the boss of Smolensk. The Slavs who joined Rus and surrendered will He eradicated his entire clan, and our Mstisk was established on the ruins of their village. This kind of **** vengeance will be avenged by that kid. Rather than being attacked by him, we should take the initiative. We must use troops against Smolensk!"

Speaking of being excited, the old man could not help coughing hard, and then spit out some old phlegm.

He didn't feel any discomfort at all, and he just found the feeling of scolding Fang Qiu again. The cubs in front of him were all generals that he could easily mobilize, and there were New Rus soldiers who were eager to make meritorious deeds. They guide the direction of new expansion.

Anyway, the son is still staying in the capital, and it seems that he will not be able to come back before Hanukkah.

His identity is also the King of Ross, although the influence of aging has declined, how to give up the opportunity to enjoy it?

"My dear daughter, you are doing well! You have taken Polotsk. And Riga, and what tribes. I don't know the names. You have been successful and you have new men."

Otto's eyes swept directly to the Dane Strykander. This guy did not submit to the New Denmark Kingdom, but to Ross. This is really a smart middle-aged man.

Stkander surrendered to the old King Ross on behalf of the Danish community in Riga, which means that although Ross lacks to collect tribute from the forces of this distant side, if there is a war, it is no problem to recruit a group of Jianyong from the local area who want to make a fortune. Everyone speaks the Norse language, and their fighting habits are similar. It is especially important that they all share the same belief in several gods. They have too much in common with each other, which is conducive to war.

Otto knew about the Gulf of Riga, and the Riga Harbor City within. He had never been there in his life, and he never thought that he was getting old, and it was a good thing that the local Danish leader took the initiative to vote.

In addition, the warrior ceremony of the Kyiv noble Wladyslav and the Pecheneg noble Quetzal, who replaced their father and brother's responsibilities for Rus' affairs, urgently needed the recognition of Rus's rulers.

As long as one day left, Otto was king. The King Taishang then took care of his life, and Rurik was not there, and he still needed to decide some important matters. Anything that is innocuous will not change after he decides.

Ross has sufficient cash to acquire various goods from Kyiv and Pecheneg, and even directly exchange them for equivalent iron.

Quetzal wanted to set up a shop for the Prairie people in the outer country of the city, and this request was approved by Old Otto. He admired these black-haired prairie people who liked to squint, and Quetzal had a wonderful spherical head, neither tall nor fat, but he liked his naivety when he stood. This person has an entourage army under his command, and can be a mercenary to participate in the battle when necessary. But the other fifty elites have been classified as the armament of the Rus Kingdom in terms of attributes.

The son of the steppe princess Bejahir is in this Novgorod city. She has a good relationship with Carlota, and now being brought by Rurik proves her favor.

She is a Valkyrie from an exotic land, and has sufficient qualifications to be the captain of the cavalry. The new fifty elites from the grasslands can make the Ross cavalry even more powerful.

The cavalry force continued to expand, and when Ross had vast land, the cavalry replaced the fleet. A major reason for Otto's quick acceptance of the new situation is that Ross's naval strength is also rapidly expanding.

Others will not go out if there is no major event in the city, and his subordinates report to him every day, so that Otto still knows a lot about the outside world.

The Novgorod shipyard's production capacity continues to expand. The new type of wheel and paddle is installed, and the paddle is replaced by double-foot drive, which saves manpower and improves sailing efficiency~ He is even more pleased with the new longboat The magic lies in the oars, the original meaning of Ross is oars, and those people carry forward the glorious tradition of Ross.

Of course, he was more concerned with the construction of the largest ship ever built, the Sovereign of the Seas.

Those who believe in the Frankish God speak of a giant ship called the ark, which is so large that it can carry all things in the world without fear of any storm. Evidently, the raging Yermengard could not injure the ship in the slightest.

Perhaps Rurik built this kind of ship, and he was told that it would be launched next spring if there were no accidents.

Will he become a true "sea monarch"? The old man had an idea, he wanted to be a witness. Running a boat for a lifetime, standing on a giant boat and sailing, there are no regrets in this life.

This must be explained to my son.

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