Chapter 1774 Rosmecian Alliance Army

The last time I lay in my father's arms and cried bitterly, I should have been just a little baby at that time.

Regraf didn’t feel anything bad about being in pain in the presence of tens of thousands of soldiers. He lay in his father’s arms to vent his emotions. The grievances he had squeezed for several years finally burst out at this moment.

Rurik allowed his eldest son to cry all his tears until his eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Regraf enjoyed an unprecedented sense of security and relaxation. The army in his hands could not bring him absolute safety. Only in his father's arms could he free his mind.

He is very young after all, not yet twelve years old.

He is naturally tall, and at a young age he has already surpassed the height of ordinary farmers.

In other words, because they may be in a state of semi-starvation throughout their lives, farmers in the Frankish region of this era were generally short.

Raiglav has never been treated badly in terms of food, and coupled with his "little giant" bloodline, he already looks like an adult at a young age.

It was therefore difficult to convince the militias of Anjou and Shannon that their monarch was only twelve years old.

A tall, thin man who looks like he is eighteen years old.

Regraf was happy to be misunderstood in this regard, and an older monarch was certainly more trustworthy.

Reglaf is of course still a head shorter than Rurik, and in the foreseeable future, the boy will be able to grow to his father's stature.

Rurik held his son's arms with both hands, and saw a strong smile on his son's aggrieved face.

"Have you cried enough?"

Regraf nodded.

"Very good. I just heard that you besieged the city of Auxerre. You are really amazing. I also heard some things about you. I am really proud of you

." All of Rurik's disgusting words came from his heart.

What Reglaf needs most is praise from his father. At this moment, his father undoubtedly fully recognizes his achievements. He loses control of his emotions again and lies in his father's arms and continues to howl.

The Mercian Army and the nobles of the alliance have never seen their boss so aggrieved.

Everyone takes advantage of this opportunity to take a good look at King Rus's face. Not to mention, the father really looks like the son.

Looking carefully at the main force of the Ross Army on the other side of the river, they also look exactly like the Mercian Army.

After expeditions, sieges, sneak attacks, and a forced attack in the morning, the Mercian army finally fought a bloody battle. Even though everyone was very tired, as long as they saw the stone wall built by the enemy soldiers' bodies, No matter how ordinary a militiaman is, he feels that he is extremely powerful.

Since your king is the eldest son of King Rus, you and the army across the river are natural allies. All the talk about the inhumanity of the Normans was probably true, but who cares now?

The Mercian army and the allied nobles believed that the guys on the east bank of the river were friendly forces.

Similarly, the Russian army also recognized that the army on the west bank of the riverThe team is friendly.

Rurik finally helped his son up. If the boy was smaller, he would rather hold his son up.

The father and son stood up. The troops on both sides of the Taiwan Strait took a closer look. In an instant, they could notice that the two were almost exactly the same, and a strong feeling of intimacy arose spontaneously.

Rurik looked towards the west bank with satisfaction: "Very good, your army looks very powerful. Oh, how do I see... you are imitating my army?"

Regraf introduced his military strength without saying anything, emphasizing that he really has three thousand troops now, and that this number can be further increased in the future.

"It's not a small talk. I heard that you are still the Count of Anjou?" Rurik asked casually.

"It's absolutely true."

"Anjou? Shannon? Are you planning to capture Bourges, Nantes, or other places next? Can Tours Just sit back and watch your expansion?"

Regraf was a little surprised that his father, who had been away for nearly four years, actually mentioned these place names in detail after meeting him.

"I...I don't know. But, I am not afraid of Tour's troops."

"Tour's army really didn't come? Only your troops arrived?" Rurik asked again.

"The people who are besieging the city now are all my people. As for the huge army that will follow...no one knows where they are? Father!" Reglaf felt that it was inappropriate to chat on the bridge. At the same time, he had to Explain to your father that a horrific bloody battle just ended today.

“I fought a big battle with the enemy in the morning, and my army almost succeeded in breaking through the city. But my people were too tired, and we didn’t sleep a wink all day and night. If you hadn’t rushed out suddenly now, Come, all of us are still sleeping."

Rurik didn't know anything about this, and he was a little scared: "Thank you for not attacking the city, otherwise it would be difficult for me to explain to our new allies. "

"You have formed an alliance with Count Auxerre? Uncle Fisk only told me this, so I have withdrawn my troops."

Rurik was extremely moved by his son's words. He felt that the person standing beside him was not just his eldest son, but also a wise monarch and a general with a large army.

"In this case, maybe you can have a good talk with the Earl of Auxerre himself as the king of Mercia

. Also, be sure to tell me all the information you know. ."

Regraf blurted out: "Okay."

"Very good. I will set up camp immediately before it gets dark. You...enter my house tonight. Go to bed and sleep with me."

Regraf was overjoyed when he heard this. He was so excited that he kept jumping on the bridge. He acted like a baby to his father wantonly, but at this moment he no longer needed to pretend to be a tough guy. The softer side is clearly shown.

The main force of the Russian army was camped in the open space on the east bank of the Yona River. They unloaded a large number ofBuilding materials to quickly erect a tent.

A group of warriors carried axes and two-man saws and rushed into the forest. Soon they were dragged back to some pine trees by horses.

They lit the bonfire with great efficiency, and after a while, the east bank of the river was filled with smoke and brightly lit.

Rurik arrived on the other side of the river with great interest, and he also invited his allied nobles.

Gilbert of Lamontgaard, Eberhard of Ulichgaard, and even Hatega, Archbishop of Liège.

They were supposed to take a boat home from Verdun, but they finally participated in an expedition and arrived at the city of Auxerre.

Hatega naturally knew the Archbishop of Auxerre, Heribo. He was very depressed that Rurik's son did not demolish the city. He was even more surprised that an exiled prince was recruited as fate would have it. An army.

Rurik inspected the Mercian army under the introduction of his son.

I saw the largest number of militiamen, each armed with a spear. Their clothes were all kinds of, but a decorative blouse looked very neat.

Rurik had to think more about what would happen if this army attacked the formation of the real Russian army? Only a few of them are wearing armor. If they join the fight with flesh and blood, they will surely collapse quickly under the endless arrow rain of the Russian army.

He must understand his son's difficulty, but the so-called Mercian cavalry made his eyes shine.

Reglaf focused on introducing the "cavalry general" in his hands.

So, Knight Bekon and his men first appeared on horseback, showing off the standard Frankish heavy cavalry style. Then they dismounted following the order and met King Ross cautiously.

Rurik noticed the young man with the goatee at a glance. He saw this man walking continuously and introduced his identity in a polite manner.

"Oh? Knight Bekon VII from Anjou? Is your family name Bekon?" Rurik heard a term that seemed very familiar.

"Exactly." Beikong took off his helmet.

When Rurik inspected Bekon, he himself was also inspected by the other party.

Also a blond man, Reglaf was almost identical to his father, but what surprised Bekon was that King Rus was too young. "Could it be that a nobleman conceived a boy just after he awakened? Reglaf has always emphasized that his mother is the princess of Mercia."

Bekon's thoughts were a little wandering, and he cheered up when he heard King Ross clearing his throat. stand up.

Rurik suddenly thought about how Bekon’s name made him feel inexplicably familiar. Secretly, this man’s black goatee made his whole face look like he had a sharp chin. Bekon's beard gave it a very personal touch, and Rurik finally thought of a person who did not exist today - Sir Bacon.

"Can you tell me the specific spelling of your family name?" Rurik asked intentionally.

"bakkone."

"Almost. Rurik nodded meaningfully and signaled again with a smile: "My son has God's help. He is the only legitimate king of Mercia. You must always follow him, so that your family will develop in the British Isles." "

Bekon didn't know why King Rus gave such a great wish to a knight whose family was in decline. He kept saying thank you.

Rurik, who was in high spirits, continued to look forward: "My son Being king, you should become an earl. Also, your fellow knights must be at least barons. ”

Rurik spoke a lot in Latin passionately, regardless of whether the other party could understand it. It would be better for them to understand it, so that everyone would look noble.

In fact, many young knights’ Latin skills were in shambles, and the nobles laughed and just kept company.

Then, a young noble stood up resolutely.

“Rose. king. Look at me quickly! "

Following the voice, Rurik saw a somewhat unfamiliar person. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized: "Bruno! Isn't this the next generation of Duke of Saxony? "

Bruno stepped forward, held his chest and bowed lightly: "It's me. ”

The young man looked unruly and unruly. In Rurik’s memory, this boy was a bit weak. It seemed that he had been trained by a group of Russian veterans for several years, and then crawled around the Loire River area. The weakling Finally tempered into a tough guy.

Rurik needs a Saxon principality that has a good relationship with Ross. The country needs a strong man to rule but not too strong.

"I haven't seen him for a few years. You become a real man. I've met your mother. And...Alice. "Rurik said specifically.

"My mother and sister? "

Bruno, who was trying to remain calm, could no longer control his emotions: "Did you cross the border from Saxony? Are they okay? ”

“They are very good, you don’t have to worry at all. Let me tell you another fact. Your father launched an expedition with all his strength, perhaps five thousand soldiers. "

"Huh? Is my Saxony still so powerful? ”

Although everything Rurik knew came from the Duchess, he did not need to prove whether the statement was correct. He said this in the current lively occasion just to praise Bruno.

“Hey, not much. Naturally far less than my father. "

After listening to these words, I knew that Bruno had not recruited many soldiers. It would be impolite to ask him any more. Then he praised: "Obviously you have also recruited an elite force, and you are even more of an elite soldier. warrior. Now, I can say that the Duchy of Saxony has joined my coalition. ”

Rurik gave Bruno enough face, and the latter also has the self-knowledge of the front line. Look at the larger Ross army now, which is not a bit stronger than four years ago.

Except Examine the Mercian Army, and the three Frankish nobles who followed Reglaf also appear.

In the past, descriptions of the Ross Army came from priests. They were a branch of the Normans. They were cruel by nature, as if everyone was a devil. The Frankish nobles could not hope to get some fair descriptions.

Vibert of Nantes, Ariubert from Alsace, and Herbert of Erotus all appeared on the stage to ensure the face of their allies and even their own future. , they looked cheerful in front of Rurik, they just had to directly explain to each other

They should immediately swear an alliance.

Rurik was a little confused about the situation of the latter two. He knew about the Count of Nantes, so his eyes focused on Wibert.

In terms of age, Rurik was very similar to Wibert. He subconsciously thought that Wibert was the next generation earl, and never thought that this son was the second son in the family.

Second son? Either spend his life in a monastery or obtain a new fief far away from home. As long as his eldest brother's family continues, Wibert should not be able to inherit the title.

Only the Carolingian royal family adheres to the law of divided inheritance. Now that nobles from all over the country have seen the situation of civil war in the empire, they should change their strategies and spontaneously construct the "inheritance system of eldest son."

Wibert also looks like an exiled nobleman, but he has three hundred heavily armored soldiers under his command. Although the Ross army had the strength to look down on this group of people, Wibert and his heavily armored men were enough to bully the enemy nobles' troops. Then he learned that this man had been sent to Tours by his father for a long time, and led an elite team to form an alliance with Reglaf. During the battle, the comradeship between the two had long been cultivated.

Wait a minute! Why did the Count of Nantes do this? Could it be that he is also a cunning old fox?

Rurik looked at Wibert's face again. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it bluntly on this occasion - he chose the opportunity to finally support Wibert as the new Earl of Nantes.

The combined army swelled to 13,000 people. At this moment, everyone completely ignored the fact that the so-called Count of Auxerre, with a group of militia he recruited from the refugees, was still advancing slowly. .

Night is coming, and the so-called main force of the Auxerre Army has not yet appeared. Those guys are probably going to camp far away.

According to his son's invitation, Rurik stood in front of the battlefield in the morning together with other nobles.

The soft light of the setting sun just shines on the place where the west gate used to be. The dead here are densely packed, and the images of all the warriors under the setting sun are strongly distorted, making it look like a terrifying picture of hell.

Rurik was surprised: "You actually attacked by force. Did you do all this?"

"I did it. I burned the city gate and it collapsed." , my soldiers fought with the enemies who rushed out, and the result was like this."

"Oh, it seems that I underestimated the Auxerre army." Rurik held his breath, and it was difficult to evaluate for a while.

He hesitated for a while, then slapped his son on the shoulder hard: "You are really my son."

Rurik thought that he was ruthless enough in battle. ,SonYou might as well give in a little more. It's hard to imagine how tragic the battle scene in the morning was.

Their flags were hung high on the walls of Auxerre, and the Ross-Messian coalition troops were densely arranged outside the city.

A bonfire was also lit on the west bank of the river, and part of the Russian army had already crossed the river to camp. Rurik simply placed the command tent near the bridgehead.

In terms of the situation, Rurik personally controls the only bridge leading to Auxerre.

Regraf has been working hard to keep his spirits up. When night falls, when he eats these meals, his whole body feels like his eyelids are hung with lead.

He can stay by his father's side as much as he wants, and can rub his father's arm like a cat, completely ignoring his eldest sister Verika sitting aside.

His father had many heirs. Reglaf did not expect to be favored by his father, but his mother passed away after giving birth to him.

It is said that Caesar, who founded Rome, burst out of his belly. When he was extremely weak, Reglaf did not dare to talk about this kind of thing.

Now that he has a heavy army, he can already Compare yourself to Caesar without fear of being called arrogant.

My father is so affectionate to my eldest brother? Verica also wanted to come over and hug her father's other arm and play coquettishly. Until now, she has not spoken clearly to her brother, as if being a sister is not important.

She had no choice but to retreat and pet the little black cat alone until the blackbird came over and eased the embarrassment.

The priestesses of Rus were ordered to immediately build a small altar in the camp on the east bank of the river. A group of soldiers helped install the stones, and the stone boat altar was quickly built.

After nightfall, there were bonfires everywhere in the camp, and the blackbird walked across the brightly illuminated Yona River bridge to the other side, specially coming to tell Verica that he had finished his work.

I also happened to see the intimacy between father and son the king.

That is the King of Mercia, Reglaf, who is also Verica’s eldest brother.

The son cuddles up in his father's arms and acts coquettishly. That seems to be the exclusive right of sons. In Blackbird's memory, she had never been able to enjoy the love and care in her father's arms. She stared at him for a while, feeling jealous and sad in her heart.

Ever since Beyasier gave birth to Mestaf, when she thought that the kitten might scratch the boy, the royal little black cat Kara was taken away by Verica and is now a priest. The royal cat.

Playing with the cat helped Verika calm down. She noticed that the blackbird raised its head and stared at the crooked father and son, and deliberately teased her sister: "When are you going to see it again? "

"Well..."

"Now that the matter is done, we will just return to the east coast," Verica said.

"You just... don't plan to stay anymore?"

"I think I'm redundant." Verica pouted jealously. She wanted Blackbird

Don't say much. She stood up and said something, and then said angrily to her father: "Dad, I'm going to the camp on the other side of the river. You and your brother... go on." ”

Rurik just raised his head and wanted to say something, when he sawThe daughter took Blackbird's hand, and the sisters both left, quickly disappearing into the night and into the joyful laughter of the warriors.

Looking at the eldest son in his arms, Regraf had fallen asleep peacefully.

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