Rurik is finally seven years old, at least in the autumn.
The time is already 828 AD. The Danes have stepped up their plunder of Britain and gained a lot in the process.
And other tribes around the sea area, especially the numerous Siiya people.
They either competed with the Danes for grazing land on land, or stepped up trade with the Baltic people on the south coast of the sea, especially the Lithuanian tribes.
In a few years, the Ross tribe mastered the secret of penetrating the inland waterways of Eastern Europe. They made two mighty Sorgon voyages every year, and their wealth continued to accumulate.
Gradually, the relationship between the Ross tribe and their thinking demihuman brothers became more and more subtle.
Suddenly, they may become a unique group of people.
Time passes little by little, and the whole of Europe is also developing slowly.
Rurik is already seven years old. At only seven years old, he is not short in height, but his figure looks a bit thin.
Boys of this age from any ethnic group generally look like this. They are naughty and energetic, but all of them are as thin as monkeys.
Compared with the strong Otto, Rurik was too thin.
Even so, before this autumn's voyage to Sorgon, Otto felt that the time had finally come.
It was another sunny morning. Otto, with a dull face, called his son to his side and said meaningfully: "Now, you should try to be a warrior."
p>"Now? Am I going to participate in the battle?!"
"No!" Otto patted his son's thin shoulder with satisfaction: "You are still too weak, your enemy only needs One punch can kill you. Boy, you have to start training now. You have to get stronger quickly."
"So, I have to get stronger?"
< p>"Yes! Only in this way can you inherit my position in the future and allow others to identify with you. Do you know? They believe in strength, and Odin likes people who are brave and good at fighting."In the past few years, Liu Li has understood one thing, which is also his destiny - to become a berserker.
The Vikings, especially the Danes, who were active throughout the sea, were farmers and herders, but they were also good at exploring. There was no clear law restricting them, so when they discovered treasures that were not part of their own tribe, they naturally gathered the warriors of the tribe and rushed forward to plunder them.
In peaceful days, they are ordinary farmers.
The climate in Jutland is milder. In northern Scandinavia, where the Ross tribe is located, the climate here is cold, so don’t expect the wheat grown to survive. Rate. Fishing and hunting in the mountains and forests have become very important means of livelihood.
The harsh environment forced the children of the Viking tribe to develop their skills in their limited childhood.
Even according to the tribalIt was customary for a boy to be considered an adult when he reached the age of twelve, and he should sit in the longboat and row the oars like everyone else, and he must also participate bravely in battles.
Otto felt that the "fighting ideology" he had instilled in his son for several years could finally be put into practice.
He stroked the back of his son's head and said deeply: "I will find you some children like you, and you will train together. Don't worry, you can't hold the sword. You will be able to hold it for a while." Just practice with a wooden stick. Remember! Don’t cry!”
“I understand.” Rurik nodded deeply, showing no intention of refusing. .
Otto nodded with satisfaction, then called his eldest nephew Arik over, and said passionately: "Arik, I want you to train your brother well. Although you are still weak, everything I have given you the fighting skills. Now, it is up to you to teach your brother the basics of fighting."
"Follow your orders, and I will teach him to your satisfaction."
< p>Overall, Arik likes his brother very much.However, his younger brother carries the name of "Otto's Blessing", and his whole person always makes people feel strange. For several years, Aric has always felt that there is some unspeakable discomfort in his relationship with his younger brother.
It seems that my brother’s little head is filled with too many fantastic ideas.
The only thing that makes Arik happy is that his brother never cries or makes trouble, and his words are as deep as if he is not a child.
Maybe my younger brother is a deep person by nature? Even so, he must have been a true warrior to deserve the title he was born with.
A piece of gravel land close to the sea, with waves hitting the coastline all the time.
A blond child wearing a cotton coat stood here. He was Rurik, who was only seven years old.
Unlike other tribal children, Rurik’s blond hair was not hanging casually. He found a hemp rope and tied a small ponytail behind his head. He himself felt that dressing up even made him look like a girl.
Yes, he was wearing cotton trousers all over. In fact, the so-called cotton trousers were made of linen stuffed with wool and sewn together.
When the weather turns cooler, the men and women of the tribe put on comfortable cotton clothes, wear boots made of deerskin or bearskin, and often wear leather hats.
All of Rurik’s clothes were made by his mother Niya, who was indeed a good tailor.
Rurik is just a child. He holds a small buckler in his left hand, and the belt on it is tightly tied to his left arm.
His right hand holds a sword-shaped wooden stick. Although the stick is not sharp at all, it is conceivable that a hit with this thing will cause considerable damage.
Rurik became a childish sword and shield wielder. He faced another child of the same age as himself.
Compared to myself who deliberately keeps herself clean and tidy, the other person seems a bit sloppy, or more wild and more aggressive.There is an offensive type.
He knew that the child was the "playmate" found by his father.
The child's name was Kanuf, and he was the child of a trustworthy warrior under his father's command.
Although they are playmates, Rurik deeply understands that what happens next is not a joke! Because it is true that both of them used wooden sticks, and the fight was not as simple as finishing.
Even more than ten onlookers have gathered, and things have become very delicate.
Those onlookers just want to see the two children "fight", make comments and estimate whether the two can become qualified paddlers and warriors in the future.
"Oh? Is that the so-called son of Odin?"
"Not the son of Odin, just the son of the leader."
"But the priests are Said, that child is extraordinary."
"You can tell just by looking at him? If that Rurik is not a mortal, he should beat Haro Zuosen's son down." /p>
"Let's wait and see..."
Rurik heard the discussions of these onlookers, some were questioning themselves, and some were full of expectations.
Undoubtedly, my parents who were watching were definitely full of expectations.
Rurik's mind is very confused now. He especially remembers the so-called "combat essentials" that his brother Arik taught him not long ago.
What is the key? It can be condensed into one sentence: "Raise your weapon and hit the enemy hard. As long as you are strong enough, any problem will be solved."
That is simply a reckless tactic. ! But Rurik clearly realized that the Vikings knew tactics, and when faced with a real battle, they were more organized than the Western Europeans who were scattered in this time and space. With this alone, it is naturally very easy to win against a group of peasants who are unorganized and undisciplined and armed with various weapons who are temporarily pulled up by the lord.
But if you think about it carefully, Arik's words are not unreasonable.
Youdao means that one force can defeat ten skills. He can wield the battle ax with great force and hit the enemy instantly.
However, don’t expect to be able to exert much strength with your thin arms.