Chapter 485 Rosbalmok Alliance Treaty

Ailenburg has undergone great changes in the past year. Not only have a new batch of attached wooden houses appeared around the wooden fence, but the population has also developed greatly.

The permanent population here has exceeded 1,000, including as many as 200 babies under the age of two.

People have long been accustomed to the alarming mortality rate of infants. With improved hygiene, especially the use of soap and the practice of various cleaning habits, almost no child deaths have occurred in the past year. They attribute this to one kind of miracle.

In the Gray Squirrel tribe after the war, the surviving men had a lot of women. Those tribal women are essentially borrowing seeds. They already have new children and have hope in life.

Sometimes Rurik is also worried. After all, the Russians are conquerors, and it was the Russian army that killed many of them. Are they willing to live like this?

Now Rurik gradually understands that there are some differences between the Russian people and their three views. The extreme reality of this group of Covin people is that the tribe is dependent on the Rus, and its population and strength are booming at an unprecedented rate.

For example, some Viking warriors attach great importance to honor and will take revenge as their lifelong goal. These Corvin people don't care at all.

Saiborava obeyed her father's request, so to speak, using all her strength as a woman to please her man. It's a pity that she is still a child and it will take some years before she is qualified to become a mother. And it is not easy to stand out among the many women in Rurik.

Her father Mechasta hoped that his daughter would be pregnant with Rurik's child immediately. Although it was impossible now, he still hoped that his daughter would be like a dodder wrapped around a big tree, always clinging to Rurik.

On his first night in Ellenburg, Rurik felt soft after taking a sauna. He fell asleep, and Saipolava clung to him like a cat all night.

On the first night, everyone got a good rest, but some men were still excited to enjoy the night.

Some of the captured Gotland women were finally reunited with the Ross fishermen who settled in Ironburg. They had to suffer a meal of "skin and flesh", and the next morning they all picked up earthenware bowls to eat wheat, and their stomachs were full. After I was full, I put aside what happened last night.

Those Ross hunters who are motivated to hunt bears desperately have no idea about those women for the time being, but they can't resist the uninvited Yingying Yanyan.

The views of the Covin people are indeed different from those of the Rus and other Viking tribes. There are still a group of women who have not found a new man, or are eager to have another one, so they appear.

Perhaps this is the instinct engraved in the DNA. Somehow they know the disaster of inbreeding. The new and strong hunter was targeted by them, and the relationship happened like this...

When Rurik saw with his own eyes the Covin women wandering around the young Ross hunter inside the wooden castle, Anxious to lure people home, he only had one practical concern, "These women are a pack of wolves. A warrior's weakened body cannot be replenished by eating a few bear biles."

The palace belonging to the Duke was well cleaned, Rurik stayed here, and it was also a Balmok who came from afar to hold official meetings here.

The sun rose, and brothers Biyongni and Floki came to the mansion of Chief Ross excitedly.

The bear head on the wooden wall shows Rose's strength, and the bright red coals in the fireplace make the whole room very warm.

Rurik has not yet installed glass windows in the house, and a large number of oil lamps illuminate the house.

Rurik sat cross-legged on a bearskin, his Saiborava still clinging to her like a kitten.

Mechasta, Kawei, Jevro and others sat on the left and right respectively, and Biyongni, Floki and Modgen sat facing them.

Everyone is almost sitting in a circle. The so-called meeting is actually a kind of chatting and laughing exchange. There is no clear distinction between respect and inferiority here.

"Biyongni, you came from that port in the west, and you have gone through many risks along the way..."

Rurik acted a little reserved and polite, Biyongni shook his head. Shaking his head, "There is not much risk. My father selected ten warriors to escort me, and I don't need these so-called escorts. We set off from July Land, and although there were obstacles on the road, everyone passed safely. . Our ship finally drifted here, but you all went to fight. If the people here hadn't told us that Chief Ross would come back, we would have sold the salt and left."

Rurik is serious. Di Ting said, "I didn't expect you guys to have arrived so early. It seems you have been living in Ironburg for a while."

"Yes, it has been more than two months now. You Russians and I, There are also leather merchants like us who used to do business, living with you."

"Oh?" Rurik stretched his head, "I didn't know about this! With just one point, we can participate in the crusade against the Russians. Did you know that our Svealan residents just ended the war with Denmark, and our army killed 10,000 enemies?"

It is truly an act of the God of War to defeat ten thousand enemies! Biyongni really couldn't immediately believe this record that exceeded his knowledge, but the Ross people were indeed a powerful and unique force.

Biyong Ni was stunned at first, and then smiled awkwardly to try not to panic. He congratulated: "You are really a powerful force. You have achieved a huge victory."

"Yes. ." Rurik straightened his back, feeling that his verbal display of muscles had shocked the "Prince" of Balmok. Living in this world and in this era is all about the jungle and the strong. Rurik currently has no intention of attacking the Port of Narvik, but seizing it has been set as a long-term goal. It would be a good idea to use a more peaceful alliance to allow the Russians to obtain an ice-free port facing the ocean.

He had just learned that the "Prince" of Balmok had lived in Ironburg for two months, and he was afraid that hidden behind his smile was his ambition to conquer.

We are all warriors, and they are not given for free. Ellenborg is the only source of chromite in Europe, this is a treasure that must be controlled by the Russians, who need to flex their muscles to dispel any potential coveters. If deterrence by force fails, then we have no choice but to use force to defend.

Based on this idea, Rurik did not mind telling Biyoni about the Russian expedition. He didn't talk about some details, but he emphasized four points in particular: Ross's warships were invincible, Ross's warriors were covered in iron armor, Ross's bows and arrows were powerful, and Ross could quickly assemble an army of 10,000.

With this description, Biyongni's awkward smile quickly disappeared. He began to feel that Rurik, the young leader of Rus, was threatening the entire Balmok tribe.

"I'm so sorry, it seems that I scared you." Seeing the other party's sullen face, Rurik hurriedly explained, "We are friends, I am willing to be Floki's brother, and so am I. Your brother. Biyongni, I support you as the leader of Balmok. We can make an alliance today." "Okay." Biyongni felt a stone in his heart. He took a breath and said, "We are forming an alliance, but...do we also mean to form an alliance with other Svealan tribes?"

"It has nothing to do with them, this is just an alliance between our two tribes. Our two races will not invade each other and trade with each other."

Rurik's words are very realistic, especially "mutual non-aggression". This is the commitment that Biyongni needs most. With it, the future will be better. Only trade can lead to peace and stability.

Rurik thought of another thing, "I heard from Modgen that the Norwegians in the south covet your harbor?"

"Yes. That's what people living in The people in Bergen and Oslo deliberately ask us to join the tribal alliance. They want us to be inferiors, which is absolutely unacceptable.”

Rurik! Shrugging, "This is so similar to us! The leader of Svealan became a private king, made me a duke, and asked us to be vassals."

"Then what is your attitude?"

An alliance means a military alliance, Biyongni agreed. "My brother Rurik, it seems that we need to hold a ceremony immediately. Kagura will see us form an alliance."

"Of course."

Biyongni has a family in his hometown. Not a small reputation, his brother Floki has the "Raven Crest" on his forehead, which also strengthens the legitimacy of the family's rule. Crossing the snowy mountains to find the Rus people and form an alliance is an act of merit, but now he is a little conflicted.

I am afraid that the Russians are stronger than their own tribe. Today’s contact,Will they also become possessive of the Balmok tribe like the people in Bergen?

Rurik wants to swear an alliance, okay! Just use some new chains to make the covenant stronger.

Biyongni suddenly smiled and said: "I also have a sister who is about to become an adult. She is a very beautiful girl with a beautiful singing voice. Our priest named her Nolen. Her destiny The man in the story is an amazing warrior. Maybe you... are the person in the prophecy." Hearing this, Rurik sat up straight. He wanted to exclaim, "Why is it a magical prophecy again? Why is it me again?"

Rurik looked at the current situation and completely guessed Biyoni's intention. All prophecies were dispensable. guise. Obviously they feel that "obeisance" is still not enough, and the best way to ensure the covenant is marriage.

I already have a lot of women, so why not have another Norwegian wife?

"Okay, I am willing to accept that Nolen. We will hold an alliance ceremony immediately. Before that, I really want to know how many goods you have trafficked."

Stay When Rick mentioned this, Mechasta looked itchy all over.

"Something's wrong with you?" Rurik turned around and asked.

"Sir!" Mechasta said with a smile on his face, "It's salt! A lot of salt! It's all excellent salt! Up to four hundred pounds of salt!"

Four hundred pounds of table salt? Rurik couldn't sit still at this time, he jumped up directly, "Biyongni, did you really...bring so much?"

"Of course, salt is our specialty there."

"That's great. I never thought you were so capable at making salt."

Four hundred pounds of salt, with a total weight of nearly 160 kilograms, divided among ten The burden that a traveler carries is not extreme.

People in Northern Europe sweat less and have a lot of sea fish in their diet, so they don’t have much need for salt supplements.

Rurik marveled at the astonishing figure of four hundred pounds of salt, but Biyongni claimed that they could produce salt on a larger scale.

"I love your salt, what are you going to trade us for? Just leather?"

"Not at all, Ross has a ton of newbies that I love... Biyongni's eyes were fixed on the glass cup that was currently holding the hot chrysanthemum tea, "For example, your crystal cup. And the black crystal that your army and soldiers put in front of them."

"Is that so? I have more good things, and each product has a price marked on it. For example, this crystal cup doesn't cost much, it's just half a pound of silver coins."

"Ah! So cheap?"

"And those sunshade glasses, the price is twenty silver coins."

Bi Yongni knows the preciousness of gold and silver, he knows better Crystal vessels can only be enjoyed by a select few. His knowledge was refreshed because Rurik claimed that the Russians had received the Asgardian wisdom taught by Odin and could make crystals from mortal things, so the price also increased.No longer measured in equal weights of gold.

Biyongni could not hide his desire for all kinds of rare things, and Rurik followed suit, "Now we need to determine one thing, how much silver is your salt worth."

Biyoni quoted his selling price, which was a pound of salt for one freshly skinned polar bear skin, or five new reindeer skins.

Rurik shook his head, "The price is erratic, why don't you listen to my opinion?"

"Please tell me."

"Salt It is indispensable, but you consume very little salt for each meal. You have to pay a lot for boiling sea water and making salt. I will give you ten silver coins for one pound of salt. What do you think?”

"Huh?" Biyongni's eyes widened.

"What? You think I gave you too little?"

"No! That's enough."

Biyongni smiled naively, Rurik One look and you can tell that this person thinks he is getting a big deal. Here Rurik has no intention of continuing to lower the price. Firstly, the Balmok people's salt is indeed of good quality and has almost no bitter magnesium chloride. Secondly, when they make salt, the Russians don't have to use the extremely light Gulf of Bothnia seawater to make salt. Thirdly, If they boast of getting benefits, they will worry about losing Ross allies.

In the beginning, Biyongni exchanged salt for some bear skins. He was still complacent, but he did not expect that Rurik, the leader of Rus, would make generous profit transfers as soon as he arrived.

“This is how we will do it from now on!” Rurik emphasized again, “We will import your salt every year in the future. This year we bought 400 pounds. I hope you will bring 500 pounds or one pound next year. Come with a thousand pounds of salt. I promise with honor that I will buy it with good quality silver coins. This time, I promise that you will get a lot of silver coins to return home when the ice melts.”

Biyongni wanted to laugh when he thought that he would be able to earn one hundred pounds of silver coins every year. In this way, if we can import leather, weapons, and other things from the Rus, the life of the Balmok people will be better.

Byongni did not explain that in order to make so much salt, they cut down trees on the rocky hills of the wide fjord to boil the sea to make salt. Although the ocean water is saltier, they The cost of salt production is still not low.

With more income, the Balmoks themselves will become stronger and have more capital to explore the sea. After all, the fjords of the Balmok tribe are already too crowded with today's productivity levels.

On the open-air altar inside Ironburg, the snow had been completely swept away. The Kovin priests placed bronze sacrificial vessels and glasses under Rurik's instruction.

Rurik brought several bottles of Ross’s own vodka, and the word vodka was indeed engraved on the glass bottles.

It was already evening, and almost everyone living in Ironburg watched this special ceremony.

Rurik was cruel and stabbed his finger with a dagger, and his blood dripped into the spirits in three glasses.

Although this is strangeBiyoni and Floki both knew the huge symbolic meaning of the ceremony. The two pricked their fingers and blood dripped into the cup.

Rurik knelt down on one knee, holding a glass and facing the sunset, and the other two did the same.

“Great Odin, we have formed an alliance here. From now on, we Rus and Balmoks are brothers. I, Rurik, promise mutual non-aggression and mutual benefit. If my brothers are in trouble, I will support them. "After that, he drank the strong wine.

Biyongni also said similar words. He finally made a solemn wish, "May our two tribes be brothers from generation to generation!"

This is of course not the Taoyuan Three Brothers. , at night, Rurik insisted on engraving the terms of the alliance on a wooden board as a clear text of the treaty.

This is not one treaty, but as many as three.

"Ros-Balmok Alliance Treaty"

"Ros-Balmok Peace and Trade Treaty"

"Ros-Balmok Non-Aggression Treaty"

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Perhaps the last treaty was super redundant, and this was what Rurik insisted on signing. Biyongni didn't understand that Rurik was already his younger brother, and everyone was a blood-blooded alliance in front of the god (the sun). There was no need to be stubborn about mutual non-aggression.

Rurik insisted on this, and he had no explanation.

He finally invited, "Let's go bear hunting together tomorrow! Let you see the power of our Ross hunters. Let me also see the capabilities of you Balmoks."