After Otto left today, Rurik has recruited more than forty children.
The oldest of these children is only nine years old, and the youngest is only six years old. Although their heights and weights vary, they are not much different. Rurik especially noticed that the most common thing among them all is that they are quite thin.
Most of them may become stocky men when they grow up, but at least for now, we don’t see that they have this potential.
After all, they are the same age as him. Rurik estimates that because he is the son of the leader, he usually eats and drinks better. Besides, he is quite thin, and the others will only be worse.
It was again on the hills west of Roseburg. Over the course of a few days, Rurik felt that the mountain wind was more desolate and the climate was getting colder and colder.
The sparse woods shed dead branches and leaves from time to time, and few birds stayed.
Rurik, who was wearing a cotton coat and a small leather coat, gathered everyone he had recruited here.
Except for the first ten people, the rest of the people came here today.
Some are brought here by friends, and some simply want to learn special fighting skills.
Not bad! Rurik's fight with Kanuf a few days ago has already made him famous. Not only has the unique subjugation technique become a topic of conversation, but many children are also eager to learn it.
Rurik also used his capital to recruit a total of forty-five people, but unfortunately the number did not meet his expectations.
The first ten people will serve as role models, and everyone can become a squad leader.
A group of squealing children were gathered together, and Rurik raised his wooden sword in public to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Alright brothers! Look at me!"
"I am Rurik, son of Otto! I am the one known as Odin's Blessing. You The gathering here must be out of trust in me. Therefore, from today on, I am your brother."
"Brothers, we will eventually be together. Like those adults, sail away by ship to fight the most ferocious enemies..."
Rurik is doing slogan mobilization here. He hopes that it is best to strengthen the cohesion of the group through one mouth.
Unexpectedly, an older child suddenly shouted: "Fight like my father? Alas, he is already dead."
Rurik saw the child at a glance , he was taller than himself. When he talked about his father's death, he did not show any sadness, only some regrets.
"Brother, what's your name?" Rurik asked respectfully.
The child walked out of the crowd. He took off his leather hat, revealing his almost hairless head.
Of course this man is not bald. He just shaved off his hair with a knife against his scalp to avoid head lice. In fact, quite a few people in the Ross tribe do just that. After all
Compared to other European groups, they are happierMeant to cleanse the body.
This bald head gave Rurik a lot of sensory stimulation.
"My name is Fisk. I am only nine years old. Many people call me Bald Fisk. I heard my mother say that the year you were born, my father died at the hands of the Gotlanders. . I want revenge, but I’m too weak. Rurik, can you understand this?”
Many members of the Viking tribe are willing to give themselves nicknames. Or accept nicknames given by others. After all, they don't have the concept of surnames, and their names are likely to be the same. Adding a nickname will increase their recognition.
"I..." Rurik choked for a moment, and after hesitating for a while he asked: "So you are standing here because you want to learn something new."
< p>Fix nodded: "Although you are only seven years old, we all believe that you will become our leader in the future. So if you become the leader, our fleet will be attacked by thoseWhat will the Gotlanders do when they pursue me?"
Is this a question from a child? The problem is too realistic!
Rurik remained calm. After all, he was either the kind of person who admired barbarism, or he lived in such a desolate and dangerous environment. I am afraid that becoming barbaric was the only way to survive.
Rurik thought for a moment and said calmly: "Of course it's a counterattack! We must use a powerful counterattack so that they can never attack us."
At this moment, A satisfied smile appeared on Fisk's face: "Yes. We will destroy them all without mercy. The treasures they plundered will belong to us. By then, we can all be rich."
After several short conversations, Rurik felt really uncomfortable. Look at Fix, who was only nine years old. He had a gangster mentality.
No concept of evil, just to survive by any means necessary? Fisker's mentality is too original.
Is life necessarily so cruel? This Fix, and children like Fix, are they living for revenge? Just for plunder?
If the children of this ethnic group only have this idea, then this ethnic group will have no future.
After all, simple bandits will eventually be eliminated by more advanced ethnic groups.
Rurik does not think this crazy idea at all. The so-called force should be a means of self-defense, and peaceful development is the last word. Especially in this troubled era,
Population is the most important, and the death of anyone is a big loss to the tribe.
What’s more, from just a few years of observation, Rurik discovered that every time his father asked for the treasures brought back from the Sweg people, what kind of treasures could they be called? Perhaps the most precious things are honey
and coarse cloth. So the residents of Gotland are also poor.
A group of poor bandits rob another group of poor tribal civilians. This kind of life has no future at all.
Rurik deeply remembered the "bald" Fisk and his "great" ideals.
Rurik calmed down and looked at everyone again: "Okay brothers, next, I will divide you into five teams, each team has nine people. Kanuf!"
p>"I'm here!"
"Let the brothers line up and stand in front of me first."
So, except Kanuf, the rest of the first ten Among the people, nine people lined up in a neat line.
Rurik then ordered: "Others, you line up behind them. There are only five people in each team. Remember, one person is your team leader."
< p>As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd quickly became noisy. Many children were at a loss. Seeing their indifferent expressions, Rurik could only shake his head helplessly.Obviously, the verbal commands given to them were too complicated.
As a last resort, Rurik had to go out in person, and with Kanuf's help, he grabbed people from the crowd and inserted them into the team one by one.
After all, they are all children, a blank slate. Rurik thinks it will be a bit difficult to train them, but they are also more receptive to new ideas.
The teams were arranged neatly, including Kanuf, who finally joined the first team.
A total of forty-five children stood in front of Rurik. Although their team was not very neat, the overall appearance of the queue was indeed impressive.
After a few more glances, Rurik received eyes full of expectation.
"Not bad, it's starting to look like a hundred."