Chapter 206 The escape of the Gran tribe and the refugees from Ostara

The Northern Alliance knew nothing about the Danish military operations for a while!

Ragnar's opinion is correct. If the victorious Danish coalition breaks into Lake Malaren, it is perfectly fine to give the locals a heavy blow. If done correctly, they could loot in a day and then be gone.

Of course, they are only given one day.

Once the Danish Alliance's actions are delayed, things immediately become particularly troublesome.

The Danes destroyed the Ostara tribe, and it was impossible for the Mellaren tribe to get the news in two or three days.

However, some fishermen attacked the fleeing fishermen and entered the upstream waterway and broke into another lake.

These fishermen do not care about their own property, not even their wives and children. In times of crisis, they seem to act like cowards.

This is not the case.

It would make sense to call them a cowardly escape. They fled to another lake area to explain the terrible things to the local allies of the Gran tribe.

The air in the entire world is clear, and the Gran people can see the thick smoke burning far away.

The Ostara tribe seemed to have fallen into a burning crater, so much so that the allied tribes far away had already noticed something strange before the fishermen who reported it.

Allied tribes thought there was a rare forest fire. When some fishermen broke in, they learned something terrible.

The fleeing fishermen in Ostara planned to move in to rescue the soldiers, but their complaints turned into an alarm.

A small tribe with only more than 500 people to resist the Danish army covering the entire bay?

Bah!

When the Granites learned that the disaster was approaching, they naturally estimated that they would be the next to suffer.

So, while the Danish coalition was enjoying a feast of plunder, the nearby Northern Alliance tribes that had not suffered yet hurriedly packed up their belongings, drove a large number of cattle and sheep, and strategically moved to the north.

At least three small tribes received news, and eventually as many as two thousand people began a relatively orderly retreat.

People sit on bullock carts and drive cattle and sheep.

There are also many people rowing boats, moving as far as possible along the small river leading to the north, and then switching to land evacuation.

The Northern Alliance tribes that have infiltrated into the Yotaland Highlands are actively evacuating the pastures they have managed for a long time. Many people are complaining why no one came to stop the Danish army.

There is a businessman from the north named Fo Degen.

That’s right, this guy spent a crazy sum of two pounds of gold to buy a steel sword carefully ordered by the great businessman Gould.

This person's business is to find tribes in the south, buy local cowhide, sheepskin, and other animal husbandry products on a large scale, and transport them to the north for sale at a profit. In order to maximize profits, this person also built some houses on a small island near the Melalen Market.

He hired threeMore than a dozen local poor people work full-time to process leather for him, make daily necessities and sell them at high prices. In fact, the so-called employment here is close to using slaves.

Fordgen only gave them food and shelter, and received their labor. Especially when large amounts of leather were shipped to his island, the group had little time to rest. After consuming a huge amount of assets for a steel sword, Fo Degen felt that it was worth spending a huge amount of money for a treasure. The next question was how to make the money back.

For the Siiya Tribe Alliance in the north, many people continue to immigrate to the south for better grazing pastures.

They followed a rocky river southward and entered another large lake. Hundreds of years later, a city grew up on the banks of this stone river, which became the future iron-smelting town in central and southern Sweden.

Many people settled here, gradually forming the Yelmalen tribe, and the lake where it is located is also named after this.

But the shores of Lake Yermalen are not the best pasture for grazing. More tribes are still expanding southward until they encounter immigrants from Gotland heading north.

The peaceful relationship ended when the Gotlanders joined the Dane-dominated alliance.

At the beginning of May, after leaving the Merlaren Market, the merchant Vodgen, his small fleet entered the port of the still prosperous Ostara tribe, and then continued along the river to East, the settlement of the Gran people was found.

Fordgen built his own trading base in the Gran tribe, and he has been operating it for many years. He always felt that the Ostara people placed their settlements on the coast, which was really close to Gotland.

Unexpectedly, disaster has really struck.

There is a huge lake in the west. The lake and mountains are lush and green. The people of the Northern Alliance who expanded here called this lake "Wittern", which is the name of the "God of the Forest".

Lake Wittern has an important waterway, and the river flows all the way into Bulow Bay, which is the harbor where the Ostara tribe is located.

The geographical environment of this place is good. There are as many as five tribes belonging to the Northern Alliance living on both sides of the long waterway.

This waterway is the natural border of the Northern Tribal Alliance, or in other words, the border of the Svealand Plain. After crossing this river, heading south is the Götaland Highlands in a narrow sense.

Dense smoke billowed from the east, and the leader of the Gran people, who felt that something was wrong, decided to take his people to escape.

The Gran people have a conscience. When the leader announced the evacuation, he also sent people to catch up with the fleeing fishermen in Ostara. After joining forces, they continued to swim upstream and notified their allies upstream that the Danes were incoming.

Whether the upstream allies will move is no longer a concern of the Gran tribe.

"Damn it, after more than ten years of business, all the success has been lost! You have all run away, and I don’t want to be the prey of the Danes!" Businessman Forde was unwilling to do so, because this year’s business has not been done well. Already disturbed by the war.

DisasterAlready arriving, he urgently took the small amount of leather he purchased and a large amount of block cheese, emptied all the valuables he had placed in the Gran Tribe shop, and began the difficult escape journey.

There are more than 500 Gran people, and they form a huge land marching team, shuttling through the cracks of the forest.

Even the businessman Fo Degen is also a part of this marching team.

It is very strange to say that merchants from the Northern Alliance usually travel by boat. Even for immigration, boats are the mainstream means of transportation.

Due to geographical reasons, there is no waterway that can smoothly enter Lake Malaren.

The Eastern Harbor was ablaze, and no one dared to investigate what the Danes were doing. In short, the shortcut to retreat to Lake Mälaren from the Eastern Harbor no longer existed.

The retreating people could only choose a compromise method, which was to walk for up to 70 kilometers in the cracks of the forest to find the Hjelmalen tribe. From there, take a boat back to your hometown in Mälaren.

As for what will happen to the future lives of the Gran people who evacuated their homes, Fodegen can no longer care.

Vordegen’s caravan of more than fifty people, riding in more than twenty ox carts, rushed towards the Yelmalen tribe along with the moving crowd.

Everyone knows the direction, but if you are moving forward in an area with no path, you can't go far in a day.

This is indeed the case.

Since they had to take care of as many as two thousand livestock, the team was slowed down a bit. The speed is slow, but Fo Degen is not worried about his wealth and life at all.

Because he maintains a group of mercenaries in his small caravan, and as for the Gran people, they are all long-term friends.

Look at this team. The only beast that can threaten everyone's life and safety will definitely stay away from this formation.

However, two days after the team evacuated, some ragged people suddenly appeared.

"What's going on?! A group of strange people?" Fodegen, who was lying leisurely on the bullock cart, heard the report of his mercenaries and sat up vigilantly.

The mercenary said hurriedly: "Sir, maybe we should be on guard."

"Be on guard? We should be on guard. Let brothers prepare for battle. Remember, we must guard. My property! I will give you a reward when I return to Melalen."

"Yes, my lord."

The merchant's mercenaries drew their swords. The Gran people also took up arms and even took out long-handled scythes for cutting grass.

Everyone was forced to flee under the pressure of the Danish invaders. Suddenly a group of people appeared from the forest. Who can guarantee that they are not enemies?

At first, it was just a dozen people emerging from the woods. From a distance, those who came were generally disheveled and unkempt, but as those people got closer, their appearance was completely revealed.

There were actually a lot of hugsA woman with a child! There are also some frustrated men! There is also a group of children without adult supervision.

More and more people ran out of the hidden woods. They ran wildly on the grass in the forest, as if they had found some treasure.

Even if it was a group of women, they rushed towards them, which attracted the spearheads of the Gran people to target them.

The leader who did not understand what was going on immediately ordered: "Men, come forward and prepare shields, swords and spears. Women, take care of our cattle and sheep!"

After all, the Glens are also a Viking tribe. Although their population is small, they are also well-trained in resisting attacks.

Most of those men, women and children were using their bare hands, and a few were using walking sticks. When he encountered the Gran people, he cried on the spot: "Give us something to eat."

Many women knelt on the ground, holding on to their children, begging the shield-wielding Gran men for charity. food.

They complained directly about the fall of Ostara and what they had experienced in recent days.

"Big leader, they are Ostara people, many people managed to escape." Some tribesmen urgently reported to the leader.

"Let's go and have a look."

The leader of the Gran people shook his neck. He led more than ten people out of the shield wall and squatted directly on a poor Girl's side. And this woman immediately raised her infant child: "Sir, at least please save him. My child is going to starve to death."

The leader looked around and saw this group of ragged people. The guys were sitting on the ground one after another, looking completely unthreatening.

"You... are so pitiful. It seems that our escape was correct." After saying that, the leader took the child and immediately ordered his subordinates: "Get me a wet nurse to save this child. "Bring those cheeses over, hurry up!"

His subordinates immediately said: "But sir, we don't have much food in our hands! Don't you think it's too much for these Ostara people?" ?”

The leader was indeed moved by compassion, and temporarily returned the infant child to its mother. After he stood up, he saw a large number of people sitting on the grass, "Ah! Why do I feel that you...have more people than me?!"

In an instant, the leader of the Gran people I feel that my kindness needs to be limited. After all, they are allies, but not their own tribe.

Even as an ally, it is based on the fact that the Ostara tribe still exists. Now that the homes of this group of refugees have been destroyed, what obligation does the Gran people have to support them?

Giving each refugee a little cheese is already a favor.

Unless there is a man in his tribe who is willing to immediately accept a refugee woman as his new wife.

On the order of the leader, the Gran people gathered the refugees together, and then someone came carrying a small sack.

The leader stood on a bullock cart, looking at the refugees and shouted: "Now, I give you food, come and get it."Take it. ”

In an instant, hungry refugees flocked to the bullock cart, and then the leader personally spread the cheese blocks in the sack.

Just like a pack of wolves tearing apart their prey, The hungry people showed their ferocious nature. For the precious food, the refugees fought with all their abilities.

The young children were crying and the children's mothers were screaming and shouting. The scoldings continued.

The fleeing loggers tried their best to grab food and stuffed it into their mouths as soon as possible.

Some women grabbed a piece of cheese and immediately ate it. Someone else was trying to take it away.

The chaotic scene caused the Gran leader to grit his teeth and look at these hungry people, how dare they bite for food. The fingers of the same race are used to snatch the piece of cheese.

In the chaos, a dexterous figure sneaks into the chaotic crowd.

She is the elder sister of the two sisters. She was injured and had to fill her and her sister's stomachs, so she had to crawl in close to the ground like a woodchuck. She caught three small pieces of cheese and stuffed them into her clothes. /p>

The girl is not greedy. She knows that if she continues to stay here, she will either be seen carrying food and cause a fight, or she will be trampled to death by her fellow tribesmen.

My sister sat on the ground. The breeze blew her blond hair, and the golden threads swayed in front of her blue eyes. She didn't care about the chaos not far away. She was already in a trance because of hunger. Finally, she saw a nimble figure coming back with a smile, and her spirits were lifted. Get up.

It’s my sister!

The girl looked left and right, quietly took out a small piece of cheese from her arms, and looked left and right again: "Eat it quickly. If others see it, they will definitely come and snatch it. ”

The younger sister grabbed this small piece and stuffed it into her mouth without saying anything. Although it felt a little smelly, the two girls had completely ignored it because of hunger.

Now, no one respects the two sisters because they are the granddaughters of the leader. In other words, no one has noticed that there are still members of the leader's family surviving.

"Sister, take over. What should I do if I get down? I want to keep eating some more. ”

“No. We will also leave some food for the port of Hjärmalen. "My elder sister hugged my younger sister and said comfortingly.

"Can we... make it there? I have never been there, I...have never even been out of our bay. ”

“Me too. Honey, we have no choice. Hopefully we can end up in Mälaren and try our luck there. Perhaps the leader of Mellaren will take us in. ”

“The Malaren people...really? ”

“Of course. "My sister's little hand gently pinched my sister's neck: "We are the women of the Ostara chief family, they will take care of us.Take care of us. In the future, when we grow up, get married and have sons, our Ostara will be revived. "

My sister really couldn't understand what she said.

Actually, my sister would not have said such mature words before the disaster. Even if the sisters were nine and seven years old, the disaster Under the coercion, my sister was forced to become a "sensible adult".