Chapter 635 We don’t recognize anyone except Rurik of Rus

When I returned to my home where I had lived for ten years, everything I saw before me was familiar yet unfamiliar.

Nolan stroked the uninspiring furnishings, thankful that there was no dust on his hands.

"They...have all left, even the servants have left." Her blond hair covered half of her face, and she murmured to herself as she looked at her hands with dull eyes.

"Are you...regretful?" Rurik asked.

She raised her head: "A little, but this is life."

"This is your home. Oh, it is also your home and mine." Rurik said casually road.

"That's true, but this room should be demolished."

"Demolish it? Why bother?"

Nolen turned his face slightly. : "This longhouse is really simple compared to the buildings in Roseburg. My parents and brothers have gone to Britain, and I have no nostalgia for this room."

A feeling of sadness came over me.

"You are the countess, you decide."

"At least, demolishing it is a matter of the future. This longhouse is very big, so let the brothers not camp, and try their best to Come in and stay." She said.

Rurik nodded, "That's fine. After feeding the deer, the brothers all go into the house."

This was originally the mansion of the old Balmok chief, but it is now full of people. Rurik's men.

This is not strange at all, just because Rurik has been respected by the people who stayed behind as the new ruler.

As for this longhouse, although the people who stayed behind would arrange for people to come into the house and clean it briefly, that was all they could do. For example, this long and narrow house, its gabled roof is still covered with a lot of snow, and would have collapsed if it were not strong enough.

The long, narrow and cold old longhouse was suddenly filled with people. Nolen’s boudoir was originally even more deserted, but now it has finally regained its popularity.

Lying in her room again, sleeping on the floor made up of leather blankets, she felt strangely uncomfortable sleeping like this.

She relaxed her body and mind and subconsciously leaned into her man's arms. His parents and brothers are all far away, and Rurik is indeed his only relative at the moment.

She murmured: "You and I were supposed to have a wedding this year, but it has been done two years in advance. Unfortunately, I am really immature."

"You..." left Rick stroked her blond hair as if stroking a kitten, "You behaved like a noble today, but there are just some shortcomings."

"Why not?"

" He lacks the aura of a noble."

"Then you teach me?" she sneered.

"Perhaps it will never be taught. Ah! It's a pity that you are a woman. I saw today that those men would rather recognize me, a Russian, as the new leader, and reject you, a pure Balmok."

"It doesn't matter, I'm very satisfied to be your woman." Nolen pretended not to care, but in fact, he was filled with panic. She asked again: "How long shall we stay? Rurik, I was looking forward to coming back to see you, but this place has become strange. Now IWant to go back. "

"Huh? This is your hometown. ”

“Yes and no. I still want to leave. ”

“Okay. I gave those people three days. We really didn't have time to delay. If the glacier melted, our return journey would be difficult. I will see how many people they can come tomorrow. If there are enough people, we will withdraw immediately. ”

Nolen hummed softly, and could only breathe quietly.

The sled has no shock absorption, even if the ice and snow are a little soft, everyone is always Due to the turbulence and torment, they are easily tired.

Things change and people change. The Balmok mercenaries in Rurik were a little excited about living in the old leader's mansion at first, but now they are all gone. Snoring.

Everyone is very tired, and these noises cannot disturb Rurik’s rest.

The snow outside absorbs too much noise, and the entire Balmok people. The fjord is extremely quiet.

No! Under this quiet appearance, there are more than ten small bays in this fjord, each of which is bustling with activity.

From the largest settlement. After receiving Duke Ross's accurate message, the stranded family envoys hurriedly rowed back to their respective settlements.

Learning that Duke Ross was recruiting new warriors, a group of fishermen who were physically capable of fishing took action. Get up.

For example, this guy returned to his home, no matter what the cold night, he gathered his sleeping relatives and neighbors and announced the Duke of Ross's request.

Fight for the Duke of Ross and defeat an enemy in the east. After victory, the participants will get the spoils!

Going to Britain to farm? Maybe all the guys from Washoebe Farm have run away? Okay, we brothers are not good at it.

What brothers are best at is killing fish and enemies. The so-called courage to kill huge whales also means the courage to fight against powerful enemies.

At old Bryn Goethe's house, he relayed Rurik's order that night and it was a literal response.

A group of fishermen families have no relationship with Bryn Goethe, but they just live together to stay warm. A small fishing village.

If the fishing village had a name, it would be called "Bryn Goethe". Bryn Goethe was the talker of the village.

Except for his own relatives and children. , more than ninety people stood up next to the fishermen, and the number really surprised Bryngod.

After he finished recounting, he looked at the aggressive eyes of a group of young men in leather clothes and couldn't help but think. If this group of people fought with Rurik, wouldn't this small settlement be in ruins?

Old Bryn Goethe pulled out the eldest son who inherited the family business, hoping that this kid would say something about it. , this young man hesitated.

"Idiot, are you talking?"

Looking at the eldest son, he looked like he had been constipated for many days. He twisted his face and asked his father softly: "Dad, do you really want me to take care of you?" Are these brothers going to fight? I'm not a fighter." Upon hearing this, Old Bryn Goethe's blood pressure surged. But if you think about it carefully, your eldest son is such a person, and he doesn't want to cheer up even if he is called a coward.

"Forget it. I'll let your third brother come."

A young man who is about to turn eighteen, named Hellafed Bringodson.

Even if the third child cannot inherit the family business according to tradition, old Bryn Goethe has no hope that the previous battle will put his two sons at risk.

The second eldest brother, Bjorn Bringoldson, made meritorious deeds and kidnapped women in Britain, and began to build his own business from scratch. At that time, the third child was still too young, so I thought it was time to let go.

Just as old Bryn Goethe hoped, the third child Hellafed did not hesitate to seize this opportunity.

This young man didn't care about the cold. In front of his family and friends, he lifted up his fur and showed off his chest to show off his chest muscles.

Even though he still looks immature, his strong arms prove that he is nothing less than a fighter. It's just that he needs military exploits.

Since the third brother is willing to do this hard work, the eldest son breathed a sigh of relief...

Has a hundred-man team been assembled like this? Old Bryn Goed knew the result of this team's departure, because once they felt that the east of the mountains was very good, they took their families and completely defected to Ross.

Coupled with the previous immigrants to Britain, everything between my home and the Balmok fjord has become deserted.

Oddly enough, when old Magnut called for foreign war, these fishermen never rose up like they did today. Is it really Rurik of Ross who has strong appeal?

Old Bryn Goethe didn’t know what the other left-behind families and the vast number of retail investors thought. The small village where his family was located was like this. Maybe the Russians really easily gathered a large army?

This night, a huge conscription operation was being carried out smoothly. Rurik did not force them to work hard at all. A large number of men personally brought weapons and wanted to join the army.

Of course there is respect for heroes here, but also because being Rurik's permanent mercenary, the stable reward is a hundred times better than fishing.

This night, another big thing also happened.

Because there are still a group of men who participated in the conquest of Tavastia, they did not participate in the new expedition to Britain.

Now, a group of Tavastian female prisoners were sent over. The group of men immediately went to check and opened their clothes to check their tattoos. Once he discovered that it was his own tattoo, he immediately took the woman away.

Rurik was by no means sending Buddha to the West. The Tavastia woman had already arrived. He had no right or obligation to care what the local Balmoks wanted.

What kind of life will these women live in Balmok? Will they get enough food?? Rurik had already appealed to prominent local figures to help him, and did not ask Balmok allies for the food, clothing, and clothing expenses of this group of women in the past six months. He felt that he was already very kind.

The women who were taken away immediately had relationships with their new men, and combined with the previous events, they caused a night of chaos.

Rurik neither knew nor cared. He only hoped that as many warriors as possible would come out of the Balmoks, and he would use some means to transform them into pure Russians.

Until noon the next day, more and more people rowed long boats and sailed through the ice-free ocean to arrive at the core settlement of the fjord.

Now, Rurik is willing to name this core point Narvik.

A large number of ships washed up on the beach, and those who came down were a group of strong men with weapons. Some people jumped directly into the icy water that was submerged to their knees. No matter the cold, they gathered on the shore with a strong flow of water.

Many people wear iron helmets or bronze helmets, their clothes are mostly gray-toned leather, and their shields come in various colors.

They are not just a mob, they have a fierce aura when they stand on the ground.

They gathered spontaneously and soon formed a huge army.

Rurik was indeed too tired. When he went to rest, he slept until nearly noon.

Jevro boldly shook his sponsor.

"Nolen...Nolen, I'm still very sleepy..."

"Sir, it's me, Jevlo."

"You? "Rurik suddenly woke up and fumbled with his right hand, "Where is Nolen?"

"She has already left early"

"Oh...no! So reckless."

"Sir, let me apologize. But a large number of soldiers gathered outside, and what you hoped for was accomplished today. They are waiting for you to show up. ."

"It's actually like this!" Rurik never imagined such a surprise. He hurriedly changed his clothes and hurried out.

The sun shines brightly on the metal helmets, and there are a lot of warriors with blond braids. They brought their own weapons, round shields in groups, and their short spears standing up became a grove.

Seeing this formidable armed warrior for the first time, Rurik estimated that their number could reach a thousand.

Not only that, because it was announced yesterday that the Ross Sled Team is also taking care of trade work during this trip. The quantity of a batch of goods is not large, and they still have to be sold on the spot. The conditions Rurik gave to the locals were still the same, which was to use the prepared salt as currency for trade. As a special general equivalent, the value of the salt in this transaction was still declared by Rurik as "ten silver coins per pound of good salt”.

Therefore, there are also a large group of women wearing headscarves and strange braids, as well as some children running around.

"It's Lord Rurik! He's finally here." Suddenly someone shouted at the top of his lungs.

Someone shouted excitedly: "Don't be in a daze! Salute our lord!"

Everything happened very quickly. Rurik saw a man chatting and laughing with some old guys in gorgeous clothes. Nolen, he cares more about this group of warriors.

The soldiers all knelt down to perform warrior salutes, with their shields in front of them and their right hands still holding their spears. They raised their heads, and there were eyes full of hope on both sides of the huge iron nose.

Their words were very mixed at first, but soon they were condensed into a neat sentence: "We don't recognize anyone except Riurika of Russia!"

Look! Listen! The sound was so loud and neat that the snow on the roof was shaken off.

As a monarch, the happiest thing is to be in such a scene, and you are the ruler supported by the soldiers.

Rurik recalled that he remembered Magnute, and the old guy had never been so respected by his tribe.

In such a magnificent scene, Rurik simply drew out his sword: "Brothers, I am indeed your qualified leader. I will lead you from victory to new victory. Now I declare that you all You are the purest Russians! I recognize you as Russians! However, you must prove your strength to other Russians through a victory!”

These words are from Rurik’s trip! The most critical declaration is that he is striking while the iron is hot to recruit those who stayed behind in Balmok.

For these warriors who gathered, Rurik allowed them to continue living as Rus. They fully knew what this meant.

The scene of everyone saluting was so shocking that old Bryn Goethe almost dropped his jaw. In his memory, no leader could get such a number of soldiers to kneel down and salute.

Nolen was also trembling with shock. This was a concrete manifestation of his brave man's charm.

Old Bryn Goethe seized the opportunity and immediately launched his third child after making everyone stand up in Rurik.

A young man with his biceps exposed in the cold wind walked out holding a shield.

Helafeld has a childish but heroic face, and his deep eyes are the most traditional Norwegian face. As for the bald half of his head with blue streaks and the short braid tied up on the top of his skull, it seems to be the normal hair style for Balmok men.

As for my brothers Biyongni and Floki, their pure bald heads are too personal.

On first sight of Hellafed Bringoldson, Rurik felt that this person would be disrespectful of his status if he did not become a warrior. After some questioning, I learned that there were a hundred armed men behind this person. I was surprised and a little strange at the same time.

"It seems that I am really charming." Rurik was very happy.

But now is by no means a time to be conceited. I never thought that even if the Balmoks immigrated to Britain on a large scale, those who stayed behind would still have such strength.

Wait a minute! If they all followed him, wouldn't this huge Narvik Fjord become sparsely populated?

That won't work. The concept of Balmok can become history, and the changes in Narvik must be replaced and carried forward. The decrease in the number of people here is detrimental to the Russians' strategy of pursuing an ice-free port.

Besides, the more expedition teams, the better.

Rurik saw them, his mind turned violently, and he announced: "I am very happy with your reverence. However, this time you will directly accept my command. I will select five hundred people to leave, and the others People, please continue your work."

This announcement made the soldiers whine again, because they were destined not to go to war this year, and many people were actually complaining.

Rurik was not surprised by this situation. For practical reasons, it was indeed impossible for him to take away a thousand soldiers.

So how to choose those who leave?

Rurik thought for a while, and if he had enough time, he could identify the best through competition, such as comparing strength and running speed.

Now that time is tight, he came up with a simple standard.

Because Modgen, the explorer, is still staying in Balmok's hometown, let's just use this man as the standard. Those who are shorter than him will not be accepted, and those whose arms are not as thick as him will not be accepted. Not even people with beards that are too long, or teenagers who are obviously too immature.