Nowadays, the ocean-going capabilities of the Ross fleet have surpassed this vast sea area, and their large fleet has been beyond the reach of the powerful Danish forces.
The war in Britain is now over. Although this year's operation was initially to help the Balmoks gain territory in Britain, since the locals are so inferior, Rurik has really gained something this time. Huge trophies, and even a fairly stable food supply in the future.
The fleets of the Viking coalition have gradually withdrawn from the Tam River and then the Trent River.
After they cleaned up the battlefield and revised the treaty with the King of Northumbria, it was basically time for them to return to their respective families.
The Ouse and Trent rivers merge into a bay, where a large fleet of ships gathers.
It was a crisp autumn morning. The sun was bright, but the cold and salty sea breeze continued to sweep the earth. Even people who claimed to be cold-resistant felt scared.
Rurik is indeed a little worried about his future voyage.
The Balmoks were taking a short but crucial rest at the beach, while the Rus people were hurriedly collecting river water to prepare for the arduous return journey.
Among Magnute’s battalion commanders, many elites gathered here.
The unshaven King Magnute of York held up the silver cup plundered from the prince of Mercia, and drank the plundered ale with everyone.
"Although this wine is not as good as the vodka my son Rurik brought out, it is still wine. Let's drink to celebrate the victory!"
He took the lead and all the Barrs The head of the Merk family took advantage of this to drink heavily.
It was true that Rurik was inspired by this atmosphere. To be honest, he was eager to go home, drank a glass of ale, and endured a group of rough men to finish a song from the North.
He shouted: "Brothers! We don't have time to linger here anymore. Aren't you impatient for large-scale immigration? We don't have much time."
"He said That's right!" Geiger from Washobi shouted with a smile. Look at this young man, his fair face is already flushed, and the alcohol has already reacted.
"It's time to go back. Today is our last rest." Magnut calmed down a little. As a king, he really knew that his family's power was not reliable. He could only serve these people from his hometown. Only in this way can we exchange for their support in the long run.
Since the brothers in Washebi were the first to clamor for "all the villagers to immigrate", we simply sold them a favor.
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He faced Geiger: "Young man, you return to your hometown now and move here with the people. Expand a new farm in Lindsay. You are the most enthusiastic about farming. "People of the land, the land in Lindsay is enough for you to have a good harvest."
"This is natural." Geiger slapped his chest: "The British people in Lindsay are not completely controlled by us. II know what you mean, you also asked our brothers from Washebi to help you deal with the locals again. "
At this moment, Magnute did not mince words, and said casually with a smile: "I am the king now, and I can set up vassals according to the custom of the local kingdom. Geiger, your father is too old, as your young brothers can see with their bravery in the war. I have decided that you will be the Earl of Lindsay of our Kingdom of York. "
Huh? Is it so casual to confer a noble title?
Rurik had no intention of drinking, he just thought that his people would collect fresh water and leave quickly, such as this so-called The meeting's cousin Arik had no time to intervene.
Ryurik remained silent for the time being, watching the reformer's reaction from the corner of his eyes.
But looking at the reformer, his arm was burnt. After being smeared with strong alcohol, the injuries did not develop further, and the wounds had begun to scab. However, other people who were burned during the attack on Tamworth were now "burned and cremated" because of illness.
Reform did not hesitate to claim his new identity. The new Earl of Lindsay? A noble title? If the local farmers can surrender quickly, it will be okay, but his head has not been drunk yet. Numb, it’s true that he spent more time in contact with Rurik of Russia and gained some governance wisdom from the Russians. Or maybe the people of Washebi were aliens in the Balmok society. The lifestyle itself is quite similar to that of the farmers in the Lindsay area.
How to talk about stable rule? First establish the new farm and survive the first winter, and then wait for the army to order the people of Lindsay to surrender.
Geiger maintained a lot of restraint, and Rurik estimated that this son would also be a figure in the future.
As for the other family leaders, they all started shouting when they saw Geiger getting the title. Asking for a title.
This is not a problem. There are naturally some cities in the territory of the Viking Kingdom of York gnawed from the land of old Northumbria.
In the era, the so-called city had only two meanings: regional military administrative center and trade center.
That treaty was just King Aynred’s announcement to cede the northern territory to the Vikings. The king has no time to care whether the people in Beijing can digest it or not.
This transfer of power cannot be very smooth. The biggest trouble is that there is still a famous person in the city of Yeweiling (Javelin Town) in the north. As a great nobleman of Osbot, the Vikings would not be able to rule the so-called northern part of the York Kingdom.
This will not stop Magnute from enfeoffing.
The Earl of Edinburgh, the Earl of Bamburgh, the Earl of Durham, the Earl of Jewelling, the Earl of Aldborough, etc. were enfeoffed one after another.
The men who were given the titles cried out, but To Rurik, this was like playing house. It was undeniable that this was legal, allowing all Balmok forces participating in the war to share the fruits of victory.
Any family leader who participated in the war was very important. GrassThose who led the way were granted the status of earl. This identity is indeed just a title at the moment. They have no real territory under their control, and the local Northumbrian people have not really surrendered to the new conquerors.
There is obviously a powerful enemy that has not been eradicated, yet you are just entrusting yourself with enfeoffment here? You guys really acted too hastily. In the end, you had to stay near York based on reality?
Rurik thought about this, and his name was suddenly called by Magnut.
This old guy is already slightly drunk. He has just reiterated that his eldest son Bjorn is the prince, and his second son Floki claims to be the Earl of Bamburgh. The so-called York and Bamberg, the two territories that were first controlled by the Viking coalition, were firmly controlled by the family of King Magnute.
"Rurik, my baby, you also deserve a title. Tell me, what do you want?"
"Me? Father, you are already drunk. Besides, I am the Duke of Ross in the Kingdom of Sweden. Oh, that’s not true. I have declared my independence from the Kingdom of Sweden.”
“No, no.” Magnut shook his finger. , the other family leaders also gave them kind smiles. "You have to have a place in our Kingdom of York."
"Oh? Then set aside a piece of land for me in this bay. From now on, we Russians will come by ship to trade with you every year. Indeed, We need an anchorage and a trade market."
"Really? Okay. I still want to give you a title. Since you are free, what do you think? ?”
“No.” Rurik shook his finger, “Father, I hope you don’t misunderstand me. Although I am a duke, there is nothing wrong with our alliance being very stable. Keep a market for me in Britain. Isn't this why I help you attack Britain? I am more focused on trade. If you insist on canonizing me..."
Maybe you can reveal a little about yourself to them now. Ambition, or that is not considered ambition. After all, according to the habits of the Nordic people, he is certainly the king's son-in-law and essentially has the right to inherit. No one thinks it's inappropriate for a son-in-law to be a chief or leader.
"Please canonize my and Nolen's son as Earl of Narvik, which is your hometown. After all, he is your grandson (grandson), and he should enjoy a distinguished status. No!" Rick suddenly thought of something else, "Why don't you just make Nolen the Duchess of Narvik? It's impossible for her two brothers to have titles, but she doesn't."
Magnu Te Yi stroked his beard and thought it was feasible. When meeting other family leaders, no one had any objections to this.
Everyone held their wine glasses high, feeling that the matter had been arranged properly, and shouted that Magnute was really a kind man.
Rurik was also surprised by how smoothly things developed. How could they be so innocent? Or stupidity?
Rurik smiled, naturally, and then his smile became arrogant, as ecstatic as the other toasters.
One team went north to York, one team left the bay and headed east, and the other team headed straight north.
The Viking coalition has now split into three, and the strength of the army currently remaining in Britain has been greatly weakened. This is a fact. Of the three thousand troops when the Balmoks came, only two thousand are left on the island, and they are still distributed in York and Bamburgh.
If King Aynred had faced such Viking invaders at first, even if he had assembled a weak brigade, he would have been able to wear out the enemy with his superior strength.
Unfortunately, the total number of soldiers and civilians killed in the war in the Kingdom of Northumbria and Mercia this autumn has exceeded 10,000.
Such casualties are by no means a small number. The combined population of the two kingdoms is only 500,000 to 600,000, and the living environment is highly dispersed. The death of so many people has essentially resulted in some areas on the island becoming almost no man's land! This essentially gave the Viking immigrants a real living space.
Even Osbot, the great nobleman who was trapped in Jewelling in the north, and his army could only guard the city and nearby areas. This man who is qualified to be king now controls a theoretical population of at least 20,000 people in Northumbria. The dilemma he faced was not only the large group of ferocious Vikings entrenched in Bamburgh and trying their best to establish a settlement on the basis of the old city of Bamburgh, but also the Pictish Kingdom in the north that had penetrated Edinburgh.
To make matters worse, after learning that the Kingdom of Northumbria had encountered a major crisis, the surrendered Strathclyde's attitude became ambiguous. Originally, this small kingdom established by the old Britons was nominally surrendered to Northumbria. Their loyalty was not trustworthy at all, and the sudden betrayal was not surprising.
It’s just that the kingdom is in turmoil, and Osbert, a great nobleman, is trapped in Jewelling. He and his family are like turtles trapped in an urn, with only the strength to hold on and the inability to get out.
The Kingdom of York was born, and Magnute was here waiting for his brothers from his hometown to immigrate to the country. He has decided that when he dies of old age he will not be burned to ashes, nor will he lie on a burning ship drifting into the sea. He wanted to be buried on this York land so that future generations would remember his contribution as an old chief and king.
The two sail cruisers, the Balmok and the Avlora, have set sail northward.
Rurik is going to Narvik Port to get the supplies he has stranded there from the Balmoks, especially the salt. If the opportunity is available, he will purchase another batch of salt.
Biyongni took the Balmok and returned with a small group of brothers for only one purpose, which was to widely announce that this year's pioneering work was a gift from Odin and call on the people to seize it. At the right time, they took advantage of the strong wind from the north to rush into the Kingdom of York.
Arik of Rus was ordered by Rurik to return the main fleet of Rus. It was one armed transport ship after another loaded with supplies mainly wheat, and even a group of captured Mercians and Northumbrians. pressThe pole on his shoulders was very heavy, and the tedious return journey would probably take a month!
Aric was not worried about being intercepted by the Danes on the way. After all, it was already September and the Danes were busy preparing for the winter. I also heard that during the warm period, the various Danish lords were actively dividing the inheritance of Chief Hafgen after his sudden death. They did not beat each other to a bloody head, which was considered kindness to each other.
Aric has no intention of intervening in the Danes' battle. Even if he had the intention, he does not have any ability this autumn. He has never been greedy for money. When he was young, his biological father died in a sudden battle while escorting. What he is most passionate about in his life is to get praise from his relatives and friends. Honor is above all else! Today's feat involves escorting no less than 1.5 million pounds of wheat back home. He fully knew what this meant. As long as his escort work was completed and this batch of wheat arrived at home, a miracle that the Russians dreamed of would be achieved - all of them would be able to guarantee one pound of wheat per person per day.
Just like his father Ogier, who died in battle twelve years ago, he returned with a large amount of supplies, but this time he only thought about sailing, and even bad weather would not interfere with his work.
However, Rurik was worried about his rather simple-minded cousin. Fortunately, the main force of the Russian army was on the ship, a group of mercenaries loyal to the Duke himself, that is, his own mercenaries. The order received was not to take the initiative to start a war with the Danes. Even if there was a battle, it would be settled in a hurry and never be fought. Perhaps such an arrangement would completely restrain all possible impulses of my cousin.
Let’s put aside the matter of the cousin. This time, Rurik, with dozens of mercenaries and even the princess Mary, was rushing towards the port of Narvik against the north wind.
That was a full twelve days of sailing! During this period, the huge jibs of the two sailing ships were never unloaded, and the crews had no chance to dock.
Prince Mary was troubled by severe seasickness, but she was also horrified by the Viking ships. The ships were rising and falling on the waves like hills. What was incredible was that even with the wind against them, the ships were still running wildly towards the north. This is the power of Vikings! It is the power of their victory.
She cut off her long hair and put on frugal clothes. Look, this dress really looks like a slave. Mary has never been arrogant as a princess in her heart. She would rather become Rurik's slave, just because she really likes this handsome young man.
It is natural to like handsome boys, not to mention that this boy not only has superb martial arts, but also has profound wisdom. If he were not a Viking, but a devout believer, Rome would probably give such Rurik the title of "Venerable One". There was only one thing that Mary regretted. After all, he was a sage among the Vikings. There were too many women around him, and every woman wanted to get something from him, so as to give birth to heirs to inherit and expand this honor.
The two large ships deliberately sailed close to the coastline. Although they encountered three days of continuous rain, they chose the correct route to avoid the deadly violence in the Atlantic Ocean.
The offshore waves were not fatal and swept the two ships into the Narvik Fjord.