The situation made Rurik very satisfied. After all, in the relatively neat team, no one spoke, and no one ran around.
They all stared with blue eyes, waiting for their orders.
Rurik inserted the wooden sword into the soil, and then stretched out his right hand: "Brothers, look at my hand! Does it have five fingers?"
After that, , he clenched his right hand into a fist: "Now you see, with only five fingers together, the fist can break the enemy's teeth! This is what I ask of you, five people form a team. Remember, in any future fight, The five of you are a whole, and you must act together.”
If an adult stood here and heard Rurik say this, he would find it very strange, but children, they have never been exposed to this. If you say otherwise, I will completely believe it.
But Rurik still has something to say: "Five people are like five fingers, they can form a team (Rurik uses the Norse word "fes" to describe it, which means fist, that is, a team. Team). What if a group is equivalent to a finger? So when we organize a hundred people, this is my goal! We saw you fighting alone, but we saw dozens of you fighting together as a whole forever."
Rurik felt that his words had been made very clear, but this time. The theory is still too advanced.
"Bald" Fisk was very willing to talk more. After all, his father followed the leader Otto and died in battle. Standing in front of the leader's youngest son, he felt that he should be like an older brother.
Fisk didn’t know why, but he did feel that Rurik’s words made sense, but they were different from what he usually came into contact with.
"Rurik, how much benefit will your decision bring? Doesn't Odin like the bravest people the most?"
"Of course...but why?" Where's the bravery?" Rurik's mind was spinning quickly. After all, for several years, his father had been telling himself those Nordic myths in his spare time. After all, apart from that, Rurik was probably not too young besides Otto. Besides, there is no other story that can be used to put children to sleep.
Rurik himself already knows a lot about Nordic mythology. He said: "Valhalla needs a large number of the bravest people, and Odin needs thousands of heroic spirits to deal with Ragnarok. When all the gods When the divine dusk falls, a thousand heroic spirits, like us, form a group that is good at fighting, and will have greater power. Remember, if you fight alone, who will protect your back? Fisk, look now. Look in all directions, your brothers will protect you. Everyone, your back is protected by your brothers. You only have one job, knock down the enemies in front, don’t worry about the rest! ” p>
This is an era that lacks rationality, especially the Rus tribe, which lives in the more barbaric Scandinavia and has not yet eradicated the barbarism and strangeness. They believe very much in those myths and the interpreters of the myths - —tribeof elder priests.
The reason why Rurik is trusted by many tribe members is because of the "oracle" from the priest's mouth. What's more, this child has something extraordinary.
The situation is more complicated now. Rurik's words are surprising. If you think about it carefully, the priests did not explain that Odin only needs warriors who are good at fighting alone.
Everyone looked at Fisk, but Fisk no longer had any doubts and fully agreed with Rurik's idea.
"Now, do you all support me?"
"I support!" Fisk took the lead.
Immediately afterwards, the first ten people headed by Kanuf also raised wooden swords to support.
After all, the crowd is full of children. They are children, and they almost instinctively agree with the opinions of the older children. This time, they all also raised their wooden swords to show their support.
"Very good." Rurik nodded with satisfaction, "In the next few days, let's look at training! We want to surprise those adults! I also want to do one from now on. A leader that you all can trust."
In the following days, almost the only important thing for many children every day is to go to the hills west of Roseburg to learn the "group" taught by Rurik. tactics".
A total of forty-five children formed a small infantry phalanx. They were just arranging a team, but if they were to advance and retreat together, they could not be trained in a few days.
So in the first days, Rurik didn't teach them to fight at all, he just walked in a queue so that the forty-five children could walk neatly.
The reality was completely beyond Rurik’s imagination.
In his view, it is just a queue. In a day or two at most, a group can walk very far in an orderly manner. Even very young children can do it.
As a result, it is obvious that these children of the Ross tribe have no idea what discipline is from their birth to the present. They have no concept of this aspect at all.
Even the adults, including the adults, have no concept of discipline.
Discipline! Any army that masters it is not weak in combat effectiveness. Therefore, rather than fighting, let them understand that discipline is the most important thing from an early age.
Ten whole days!
After spending such a long time, Rurik finally achieved his most basic requirements. As the saying goes, relying solely on their own orders, many children could finally line up and follow the instructions. It is astonishing how slowly they learn.
After all, the children can truly act as a group, follow orders and move without the whole team falling apart. At this point, everything is just the beginning.
For those children, walking in line for ten days was extremely boring.
On the morning of the eleventh day, the oldest Fisk, who had been holding back his words for many days, finally questioned Rurik in person: "Are we enough? Do we still need to continue practicing walking?" ?LiuriGram, I feel like I’ve walked more roads these days than I’ve walked in my entire life. "
"Are you anxious? "Rurik responded calmly with his hands behind his back.
"Can't you change something? ”
“For example, fighting? ”
“Yes! When you train everyone to walk, isn't it just to prepare for fighting? Are you still not satisfied? "
Rurik still had a dull face. He looked at the innocent children and saw that they all had their eyes widened with anticipation.
"Maybe time has been enough. . "Rurik nodded, and the long queue training came to an end, and the next step is really serious.
He asked everyone to continue to line up, raised his wooden sword and ordered: "Everyone, after lining up, hold your shield. "
"The seventh, eighth and ninth teams, you stand up as a large force. Others continued to line up. ”
After giving some orders, Rurik glanced again and continued to give orders.
The thirty people in the six squads of the so-called large army were formed into ten frontal troops. There are three people in a horizontal line. Everyone has a shield in front, forming a tight human wall, waiting to withstand the impact.
For the three separated teams, their mission is to play the role of the enemy. Spread out and attack with only one purpose, to break up the wall.
After explaining their intentions in public, everyone on the defensive side was completely excited.
The leader is Kanuf, and the leader of the attacking side is Fisk. Rurik Youqi called these two people to his side and gave special instructions.
"Did you understand just now? ? Let me repeat, Fisk, your goal is to break up the human wall, but I refuse the three of you teams to attack together. Kanuf, your task is to ensure the stability of the wall and try to push Fisk out. But for safety reasons you cannot use sticks. "
Of course Kanuf trusted Rurik very much, but unexpectedly, his arrangement with Kanuf really made Fisk dissatisfied.
"Why? Rurik, am I still worried about being hurt by their wooden swords? ”
“Safety is the most important thing. "Rurik instructed.
At this moment, Fisk looked completely fearless: "It's just a wooden sword, am I afraid of it? I will be the man who attacks Gotland to avenge my father. Am I still afraid of getting hurt? "As he said that, the Fisk man was a little naughty and deliberately made a face at Kanuf: "You just use wooden swords, I have nothing to fear. But beware, we will also be using wooden swords. "
"Hey, am I a coward? I'm not afraid of getting hurt either. Kanuf gritted his teeth and retorted angrily.
The two of them have no regard for safety and danger. In other words, the adults of the Ross tribe encourage the descendants of the tribe to play dangerous games. After all, in their eyes Come on, the so-called dangerous game is just a test for the real battle in the future.
Thinking of this, Rurik couldn't help but regret the death of his biological father Otto's two previous children.With two older brothers, they died in the "dangerous game". So what? They were very relieved, saying everything was fate.
The two returned to their respective teams, and the two groups of children also gathered together to discuss.
After a short period of time, they finally completed their preparations.
Rurik saw a group of eager guys. On one side was a wall of people standing neatly holding up wooden shields, and on the other side were people standing scattered and preparing to attack.
"Are you all ready?!" Rurik asked loudly.
The only two groups of people in sight raised their wooden swords to signal that they could start.
Rurik stood not far away, finally calmed down, and shouted: "Start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the oldest Fisk I saw, he The whole person was like a wolf, leading the charge with an astonishing roar, and the other fourteen children were also fierce.
They showed a strong momentum, but they could not scare the other thirty people lined up in the human wall.
The battle broke out suddenly.
The shield collided violently, and with just this collision, the human wall was completely destroyed by Fisk and others.
The situation once again exceeded Rurik's imagination. He wondered how the dense formation of three human walls could withstand the attackers with only half of them. But the attackers and defenders have all fallen into one piece.
At this point, the testing impact and defense should have ended. They had fallen into a ball, but Rurik stared wide-eyed as he watched the group of children fall into a brawl, with sticks and wood everywhere. The tapping of the shield.
Everything is meaningless. They seem to be simply venting their boredom that they have been holding back for many days, and then it turns into pure fighting alone, which is the "dangerous things" that these children often do in daily life. game".
Rurik yelled again and went to the scene to pull people away. It took a lot of effort to pull away the children who were fighting in chaos.
Many of the forty-five people actually had bruises on their noses and faces, but no one resented them. They all looked at themselves with playful smiles.
"What a tragedy!" Rurik held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at these laughing guys. He also reflected on whether his efforts for so many days were in vain.