The leader family of the Ostara people has been completely wiped out, and even the elites of the tribe were killed by Ragnar's tribe.
The dying old man lay in the pile of corpses. He vomited blood and faced the local commander with a solemn face, hesitating in his mouth.
"Hey! Old man, now you can tell me who you are!" Ragnar stepped forward and ordered.
"I...I am the leader of the Ostrians. You Danes, how dare you attack us. Melalen...the Melalen people will...will avenge us!"
"Revenge?! If they are willing to take revenge, let's do it!" With that, Ragnar took off his head and revealed his face.
Ragna is a A handsome young man, his eyes revealed his strength.
“Old man, I admire your courage. Even though you have fewer people than me, you still decide to fight to the end. I am Ragnar, son of Sigurd of the Ring, and the next leader of the Stonewall tribe. We are the most heroic warriors in Denmark, and even the Franks are afraid of our strength. Listen, it will be your honor to die in our hands."
Hearing this, the old man vomited blood and smiled bitterly: " Glory... Glory... I hope that Rurik of Rus in our alliance can also bring us glory."
This is the first time Ragnar heard Rurik's name. He didn't know the details of this Russian man at all.
Unexpectedly, the leader of the southernmost tribe in the Northern Alliance was still talking about the Rus.
To be honest, Ragnar learned that this battle was a response to the Russian sneak attack. So wouldn't it be better to target the Russians? It's a pity that the alliance leader only plans to attack a tribe from the Siweiya Alliance in the south.
It is equivalent to saying that this Ostra man wants to atone for the actions of the Ross people. After that, it may be the Melalen people who take revenge for today's war.
Ragnar looked at the corpses here again, only a few of them were his own tribe. It can be said that the first battle he personally commanded was a great victory.
He vigorously shook off the blood on his sword and walked straight towards the dying leader of Ostra, determined to give him a happy life and gain the glorious honor of personally killing the leader of the enemy tribe.
The dying leader has closed his eyes and is waiting for his final destination.
But the heartbreaking cry of a girl suddenly reached his ears, causing him to suddenly open his eyes, and his body that was limp due to excessive blood loss stiffened again.
He raised his head vigorously, his eyes widened, and his mouth full of blood was opened in a daze.
At this moment, even Ragna, who was holding a sharp sword, stopped.
"Hey! You two, restrain your new slaves and don't let them cry." Apparently, Ragna noticed the two poor girls.
The methods used by the two men to restrain the children were very rough. The two women were howling, but their mouths were covered by their dirty, calloused hands, and they could only moan.
At this point, Ragnar shook off the blood on his sword and stood in front of the dying old man.
"First of all, you can die. Don't worry, the Valkyrie will recognize your bravery. Decades later, we will meet in Valhalla." With that said, Ragna held the sword with both hands. The handle must be penetrated deeply.
"Wait a minute!" The old man used all his strength, stretched out his arm, and pointed at the two captured children: "Only...only them. Those two children."
"Children?"
"They...are my children. I just hope that you can forgive them."
"Really?" Ragna put down Sword, "They will be the slaves of my people. Rest assured, my people will treat them well."
"O brave warrior of Denmark! I beg you to spare...spare them."
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"Why?" Ragnar looked disdainful.
"They are my granddaughters, the children of the noble tribe. You are also a noble person, and you must not see the nobles become slaves. I...please let them go and let them escape. God They're watching us. Let them go and let God decide their fate." Listen, Ragna looked at the two girls again. He thought that if the two children were older, it would be okay for him to take them as his wives and concubines.
It is indeed tragic for a girl of noble status to become a slave of ordinary people.
Considering that his father Sigurd felt that this battle was inappropriate, he decided to join the battle more to gain military exploits. To hell with helping the Gotlanders take revenge and so on!
He pointed his sword at his subordinates and ordered: "You two, let go of the children in your hands."
"Sir, why? According to tradition..." one person questioned road.
"Listen to my order! Let her go! The girl in your hand is nobler than you!"
Compared to the residents of Svealand, the Danes are actually more advanced , Denmark is probably only one step away from becoming a country, with a ceremony in which the leader declares himself king. The division of power within the Danish Union has been basically completed. The leaders of those tribes are nobles, and all members of the chief family are also nobles.
A captured noble woman, she should not be a slave. Grant her either death or marriage to another noble.
In short, it was not the turn of a different warrior to decide her fate.
Under pressure from the commander, the two soldiers put the girls on the ground but still held their hands.
Ragnar turned to look at the old man who continued to vomit blood: "I will let them go. They will flee in the forest and lake. Whether they survive or not depends on God's will. In this way, Don't worry."
The old man seemed to be talking, but he was hesitating so much that Ragna couldn't understand. But from the old man's eyes, Ragnar understood everything.
He held the sword and stabbed hard, completing the final battle.
At this time, a crowd of onlookersThe warrior mountain calls out the name "Ragnar".
Only the two girls watched helplessly as their grandfather was killed by the Danish invaders.
Ragnar wiped his sword clean and immediately ordered: "Brothers, go and get what you want. Remember, there are no nobles in this tribe, so go and plunder your slaves!"
Everyone obeyed the order and immediately began the feast of plunder.
Only Ragnar, who is destined to inherit the position of leader of his clan, goes to plunder in person? Forget it.
He took away the broken and valuable leader's sword from the dead leader's hand as a proof of honor.
He approached the two girls who were standing still and crying, and ordered the two soldiers guarding the girls to leave.
They were crying and baring their teeth, looking like they wanted revenge. But they didn't just run away, obviously waiting for their terrible fate.
Ragnar was not angry either, and ordered with a straight face: "Your grandfather begged me to let you go. You two are nobles, and I forgive you. Now, let's go!"
The two girls were motionless, completely in a daze.
"Let's go!" After saying that, he kicked the taller one.
The injured sister fell again, and it was this kick that made her wake up completely. She got up, ignoring her injuries, and pulled her younger sister Sayazi, who was still dazed, to run for her life.
At this moment, one of his subordinates approached Ragnar: "Sir, let them go just like this."
"Yes! Let them go, I forbid you to chase them. Remember. , Only nobles can decide the fate of nobles, and you are not worthy."
Ragnar has his own principles. His men captured more than thirty people in the chaos, almost all of them were women. Their status is not noble.
It can be said that, except for the two girls he let go, there are no nobles in this tribe.
Invade hostile tribes, capture their women, and bring them back to your hometown to increase your strength. Danish tribes have been accustomed to this mode of expanding their strength since ancient times.
His people captured a small number of prisoners in a short period of time, as well as some cattle and sheep, and a small amount of grain.
With these captures, he felt that his men could continue fighting for a long time.
Ragnar, he thought of the possibility of continuing north and attacking the northern Melalen tribe. After all, this is the trade period. If a huge army raids at this time and catches the enemy by surprise, it will definitely reap huge benefits, and it will also be a heavy blow to the Northern Alliance.
Near Ragnar's troops, many houses were already in flames.
"My lord, it must be the Gotlanders. They must be setting the fire." Ragnar's general pointed at the smoking wolf smoke.
Ragnar raised his head and sniffed the burning smell in the air.
"Sir, how about we set fire too?"
"Forget it."Gener shook his head, "Don't waste the tinder, we still have to keep the beach for bonfires. Brothers, go to the beach with the seizure. Follow me!"
The arsonist was the vengeful Gotland first. people.
Nearly 200 of the one thousand Gotland soldiers who led the battle came from the previously destroyed Schickenberg. They were the ones who realized that they could not defeat the Rus'. They were temporarily settled by the families in the north, each of them eager for revenge.
Who would have thought that the opportunity for revenge would come just over twenty days later.
It can be said that they have just experienced unforgettable hatred, and the object of hatred is aimed at the Siiya Tribe Alliance in the entire north. As long as the tribes belong to that alliance, they are enemies.
They are implementing the decision of the alliance leader Hafgen. After the fall of Ostara, they were the first to start a tit-for-tat attack. Those who dared to resist were killed, their property emptied, and their houses burned to the ground.
Following them are the "hungry" Oslo mercenaries.
Three hundred Oslo farmers are mercenaries who have no desire to harm their enemies. First of all, everyone took the Danes' money to fight for them, and secondly, all the plunder was their own.
This group of people tried their best to avoid killing people and were particularly focused on capturing prisoners. Their purpose is quite simple. Those captured women, the Oslo mercenaries just want to take them back to their hometown to live as wives and concubines.
Harf basically planned to let the allies and mercenaries take the lead, so that the losses would be theirs, and his own people could reap the benefits. Who would have thought that the enemy's combat power is not high. The enemy was quickly defeated, making the allies take the lead in "eating meat". When it was their turn, they really could only eat the leftovers.
Hafgen ordered a thousand of his soldiers to attack. In the end, the group captured a handful of prisoners and a dozen cattle and sheep.
Look at the allies! An ally with only two warships, they actually captured more than a hundred cattle!
The most ruthless tribe controls more than 300 cattle.
In fact, the entire Ostara tribe raises more than 5,000 cattle. Without such a scale, they would not be able to become a large supplier of cowhide to their allies.
Ragnar and his men rushed to the beach in great force. Everyone thought that they had captured a lot, but they didn't know what abundance meant until they arrived at the beach.
The houses of the Ostara tribe were set on fire, and a large number of warriors, as well as a large number of cattle and sheep, gathered on the narrow beach.
The cattle and sheep were also frightened by the fire, and their cries even overwhelmed the bustling crowd.
"Sir, it seems that we were busy fighting with their nobles and missed the good opportunity to search." A general said regretfully.
"At least we gained honor, and you followed me and gained honor."
"However, the cattle and sheep were snatched away by them."
"You are so stupid, my brother. From now on, people will only remember usKilled the leader of the Ostara people, that's all. ”
If that is the case, Hafgen certainly hopes that his own people can also rob hundreds of cattle and sheep.
Then the question also arises. There are cattle and sheep on the beach. What should I do? Transported back to his hometown? Is it enough to use the loser's ship?
Even so, Ragnar still wanted to continue fighting northward.
He ordered his people to stay where they were. After resting, you can immediately slaughter a cow and barbecue the meat.
Ragnar took two followers to find the leader of the alliance, Hafgen, to discuss the next strategy.
Finally, at In a makeshift tent on the beach, he saw Hafgen, who had no blood on his chainmail and was neatly dressed, as well as most of the dirty alliance commanders who had been rushed here.
< p>Everyone's face was filled with smiles of victory and joy of harvest, and everyone was discussing the next strategy.As Hafgen came in high spirits, he was here. In the beach tent, a military meeting was held.
The leader Hafgen looked at all those present and said in a rich voice: "The entire settlement is burning, Gotlanders, your hatred should be considered. Reported. ”
“Yes, Lord Leader. "An old guy said happily: "The Northern Alliance paid the price, and we also gained a lot of benefits. We have plundered a lot of cattle and sheep. These are the results of your wise leadership. "
Hafgen felt very comfortable after hearing this. He asked some more people, and they all claimed that they had looted a lot of good things.
The last time he saw the wooden man The young warrior with the face: "Ragnar, son of Sigurd. Judging from the look on your face, maybe you are not satisfied with the seizure? "
Ragnar really had a dull face, so he responded in a pretense of flattery: "Great leader, we are different from them. I took my men and focused on fighting the enemy while the others focused on looting. Maybe I was lucky, I personally killed the leader of this tribe. ”
Hafgen was surprised: “Ah, you took away this honor?” ”
In this way, many commanders cast their surprised eyes on the young man.
Ragnar shook his neck and ordered his subordinates to hand over a sword inlaid with a hilt. A curved iron sword with many precious stones.
Hafgen held the broken sword. He noticed that the bent blade was full of gaps.
"Leader, I will give you this sword. "
"Give it to me? ! Forget it. "Hafgen felt deeply offended. He threw the sword to Ragnar rudely, and the sword fell directly on the sand and gravel on the beach. "I am a warrior, I did not get this honor, I don't deserve it. This sword. Ragnar, it's yours. ”
“Okay. Ragna knelt down and picked up the sword, facing all the commanders: "I will take this sword back." You all understand what the leader means. I was the one who killed this Ostara tribe.Chief, glory belongs to me, Ragnar. ”