Rise of Rurik - Chapter 1079

[Chapter 1079 A big bald head emerges from under the iron helmet]

After landing in Riga, Spueut never showed Rose’s force to the locals because of his strict discipline.

Even though most of the Ross people who landed were given this status later, it has been nearly ten years since then.

Regardless of their origin, the crimes of the old identity of the Saarema Islanders were completely canceled by Rus, so they became New Russ in jurisprudence.

Now that you are a Ross, you have to be like a real Ross in all aspects.

They added new clothes and also new weapons.

Sewing plain white robes, with blue cloth strips sewn on the chest and back.

Such a shirt does not have any defensive ability, it can keep out the cold, and the greatest significance is to show one’s identity to others.

Even a group of pirates unified their clothing, but the texture was far inferior to the craftsmanship of the state-run garment factories.

Every Northerner longs for a good sword!

What was once popular throughout the Viking world was the so-called Viking sword, imitated from the broad-edged sword of Roman times.

That kind of sword is made of pure wrought iron. It has no elasticity and is easy to bend. In order to increase its strength, it is deliberately made thick in the middle, has a bloodletting groove, and has a wide blade.

This kind of sword pays attention to slashing and stabbing, but the blade is too heavy, so warriors always install a counterweight iron plate on the hilt.

The Danish community living in Riga, the local elite fighters have this style of saber.

Indeed, only elite fighters had the financial means to equip such swords.

The Ross people are completely different.

Even the Saarema Islanders are willing to accumulate a fortune and go to the mines in the north to buy a cheap sword embryo.

The so-called sword embryo is a steel bar without a sharpened edge. The islanders get it and forge it by themselves, and then sharpen and polish the sharp sword point by themselves.

Their craftsmanship is inferior to that of the masters in the state-run blacksmith shop, but their self-made swords are cheaper.

Even so, the islanders have already equipped this kind of ‘self-made sword’ on a large scale. The blades are all polished to bright white, and it is extremely terrifying to draw them out of the oak scabbard.

They showed their swords on a large scale for the first time, and bought some suet and tallow from Riga, and used the fat to maintain their swords.

The temporary residence of the Ross people was originally the site of the Danish community, and these lodgers did not shy away from watching with wide-eyed eyes from their temporary allies.

The leader Stekander, who was also sharpening his sword urgently, never imagined that all the Ross people had swords.

A sword, a round shield, a leather helmet with a huge nose guard, all he could imagine of a good warrior.

Even, the group of Ross people unloaded a heavy weapon called a torsion slingshot from the ship. It has six giants, each of which can fire stone bullets and javelins, and its power is unfathomable.

The weapon called the crossbow was also transported by the Ross people from the ship. It seems to be a flat bow, but there are mechanisms that can freely control the timing of shooting, so that a poor hunter can shoot squirrels at a long distance with it. .

With all this in sight, Strkander had to think about it. If the people who landed this time were not 200 pirate-born Ross merchants, but the real Ross army, what would happen to Riga?

Maybe… At that time, we can only declare in a high-profile manner that we are Danes and true allies of Ross, in order to protect ourselves.

Judging from the armed forces displayed by the Ross people, he felt that the coalition forces in future battles would definitely win.

This is all because of how confident the elderly Ross nobleman is with such a small force.

A group of monsters are coming from a distance, and a beast has also penetrated into the warm hut, and this beast has not gone mad.

This is a brand-new perception of the Rus merchants by the local Latvian nobles in Riga.

Indeed, when the sun shone on the ground the next day, a crowd of uniformly dressed, uniformly shielded, and large-scale sword-wielding warriors walked out of Rose’s sojourn.

They look exactly the same, talking and laughing together, they are really a group of blue and white people who cannot be provoked in the eyes of outsiders.

The majority of Latvian militias learned of this situation. Most of them were innocent people. They only thought that the big shots had recruited a group of excellent mercenaries. Now the Semigallians’ sneak attack would fail.

Obviously guarding their own territory and surrounding their own food and livestock, the militiamen are not willing to go all out.

It would be fine to let those Varyag mercenaries fight. At worst, they go to get more spoils after the battle, and everyone’s life is the most important thing.

It cannot be said that this group of militiamen are cowardly, it can only be said that they are very thieves.

With this kind of thinking, there are indeed one thousand militiamen. Their weapons are all kinds of farm tools, and their clothes are very messy.

Their clothes were chaotic, their weapons were chaotic, and most of them had a piece of hemp rope tied up their messy hair. Those who were in good condition had leather shoes, and many people were simply barefoot.

One side is uniformly dressed and armed. Although they are pirates, they are tough and indescribable.

One side is a local farmer, armed with messy clothes, thinking that fighting is a gang fight.

In between are the fighters from the Danish community. They can maintain a certain degree of discipline, and under the command of the boss Strand, they will set up a shield wall to fight in formation.

Their clothes are also varied, causing the overall wealth to be richer, and at least they are all kept clean if they are not uniform. The soldiers also decorate their clothes according to their own preferences.

As a result, there are many people who make shawls with leopard skins. Obviously, this special leather was bought from Polotsk or Drigovich people.

In just one night, Riga raised an army.

Of course, this is not because they have a high degree of organization. It is because of the sudden large-scale population increase in the city, and the help of settled and living Varyags.

By daytime the next day, public opinion had quietly changed from fear at first to courage to fight.

They waited for a full morning and did not wait for the enemy to come. In the afternoon, the boring waiting and daring to fight turned into a fight.

Could it be that those Semigallians stopped in their tracks?

The Latvians of Riga posted sentries further upriver, but these sentries were afraid to go too far for fear.

The sentinels are also very smart. They gathered some cow dung and prepared fire, planning to create thick smoke for the rear to see after discovering the enemy’s situation.

There was no danger warning until the sun set, and in the boring and nervous waiting, the third day came quietly.

No one would suspect that the Semigallians would not come, and in that peaceful day in the past, the war alarm had been sent to distant villages with well-legged messengers.

The top priority at the moment is to defend their own territory. Later, they got the news that the guys in Riga hired two Varyags as generals on their own. The village chooses the strong to go to Riga to help in the battle.

There are more Latvian militias!

The more they are, the more confident they are, and the more eager they are for the Semigallians to show up.

The boring wait is over, and there are no dramatic variables.

Because, even the elderly see the smoke in the distance.

Horns and drums were blaring, and the whole of Riga fell into a lively noise.

The strength of the militia has expanded to 1,500 people!

Coupled with the Varyag mercenaries, the Latvian tribe abruptly organized an army of 2,000 people. Objectively speaking, this is the largest in the history of the tribe.

If the enemy is directly attacking Riga, they have the only route to go straight to the sea along the river, so once the battle is over, the situation will be extremely simple.

As a result, the so-called Varyags, that is, Danish and Russian mercenaries, lined up in front of the battle according to the conditions negotiated with the local nobles.

The Ross people gathered together to form a blue-and-white rectangular array, with six torsion slingshots in the front row, and crossbow bearers on standby, and sword and shield players in the back.

The Danes had already lined up the shield wall in advance, and the leader Stekander had drawn out his broadsword, pacing in front of the shield wall.

Behind them is a large number of Latvian militiamen with long-handled weapons. The militiamen are in disorganized positions and gather together to form an ellipse. Many village leaders will fight in person, but this group of nobles will only manage their own subordinates.

The armies of each village can only fight under the command of their own leaders, and on a macro level, they have become independent.

As with Latvians, so with Semigallians.

At first, Spuute didn’t think it was foolish to hire his own allies.

Check it out!

Just turn your head and look at this group of allies, although there are signs that they are a group of armed kung fu, a group of wild animals that can only fight by instinct.

But when he thought that the enemies he was going to face were half a catty, he was relieved.

“It’s too slow! Are we just waiting here?” After standing for a while without seeing the enemy, Spueut inevitably complained.

Hearing the complaint, Stekander came over subconsciously: “Give those idiots some time.”

“Just keep waiting?”

“Why don’t we all sit down and wait for those guys first.”

In fact, just look at the current situation. The Latvian militiamen gathered after hearing the horn sounded because they could not wait for the enemy to sit down one after another. The slack mood can be contagious. Gradually, more and more militiamen are sitting on the ground, holding their weapons in their arms and chatting with their companions.

This is not like fighting a war, but like watching a good show that has been delayed.

What else can Spueut do?

Can’t let armored soldiers stand all the time?

He saw that his sons were all sitting down, and it was hard to say anything.

The most valiant Varyag mercenaries sat down collectively, in a literal sense, waiting for work at leisure.

I don’t know how long I waited, but at the moment when the sense of boredom continued to increase, black shadows really appeared in the distance. The people in a daze seemed to be stung by bees. They jumped up one by one, patted their sackclothed cheeks vigorously, and then clenched their weapons tightly. Ready to fight.

The horns and leather drums in the army continued to sound, which cheered up the listless people.

“It’s time to fight! Damn it, these Semigallians have become a little strange.” Strkander didn’t think much, and then he yelled at some stunned allies: “The fool is in a daze! Ready to fight!”

But Spueut squinted his eyes and seemed to be still in a daze.

“Hey! Friends, are you still in a daze? Quickly organize your people and prepare to fight!”

It was very strange to say that Strkander noticed that those Ross people were all looking at the “thing” slowly approaching in the distance, as if they were watching the excitement and not fighting at all.

They poked their heads and pointed, and the hands that should have clenched the hilt of the sword were quite loose.

The yelling of the Danish leader was all around his ears, and Spuute’s ears were callused. He turned his head suddenly and asked impatiently with his old face: “All the people who come here are the so-called Semigallians. ?”

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“Yeah. You… have doubts.”

“Yes. I doubt it. My eyes are not blind yet, why do I think it’s actually a group of guys on horseback?”

“Equestrian?” Ashamed to say, this concept is very unfamiliar to the first Danish leader Strkander.

“Who knows. Let’s prepare for battle immediately.”

“No rush. I… feel very strange.”

Although very surreal, Spueut noticed that the riders all had shades of white and were holding something that looked like a flag.

The distance is still shortening, and the opponent’s movement speed has also slowed down.

A very weird idea came to his mind: “What a strange thing, could it be…our cavalry over there?”

Equestrians and white tones are the main attire. The only ones who know how to dress like this in Spuyut for so many years are the Ross Cavalry.

He had been in charge of patrolling the ocean since the Great War, and he knew that the cavalry had returned by boat, but he knew nothing about the cavalry since then.

Don’t jump to conclusions yet!

Spuet was quick to use his wits, and he ordered his subordinates to hang the folded flags on the wooden poles, and then performed actions that seemed extremely inexplicable to outsiders.

“Banners! Go out! Send greetings to those guys!” he ordered.

Naturally, there are people who understand semaphore under Spuyut’s command. Ever since “semaphore” was invented, it has been used in naval warfare, and now he is a marine law enforcement officer, and he has greatly developed this technology.

He felt that as long as the opponent was the Ross army, he must understand the concept of semaphore. Whether the opponent could understand it or not, as long as he noticed a person doing a set of seemingly incomprehensible gymnastics, he would realize that it was a friendly army.

The so-called banners are two wooden sticks temporarily tied with cloth strips, and the flag language soldiers stand up in front of everyone, making others puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Strkander felt that the world had become extremely absurd.

“I’m trying to find out.”

“What are you exploring again?”

“See if the other party is one of us.”

“Ah?! It’s really inexplicable.” Stekander really didn’t understand.

It is obvious that the flag language soldier’s showy operation really caused the approaching enemies to move.

Listen carefully, the wind brings a distant sound, which is the movement of the horn, and the rhythm of the blowing is the signal.

Spueut showed a comfortable smile, he put his sword into its sheath, and ordered all the soldiers to put away their weapons.

“Is this not a fight?” Strkander asked again.

“Stop fighting! I don’t know what’s going on with you, the information is totally wrong. But those people are not Semigallians, they are… us Ross.”

“Ok?”

“It’s us Ross!”

Individual ears in Spuut may be able to hear the wrong sound, but the ears of all the Ross people who landed will not be confused.

The melodious sound of the horn turned into a muffled sound, and everyone could still tell that it was a signal representing “retreat”.

“Retreating troops” means a non-combat state of rest, truce, and truce, and it also means peace.

He asked his allies not to be nervous anymore, because the other party had no hostility.

He even said: “Don’t worry! If there is a fight, Ross’s cavalry will make you cry. Fortunately, they are not hostile.”

“Ah? Are you really one of them? Didn’t you come across the sea? Why did you come from upstream on horseback?”

“Who knows? At least I can guess who their leader is.”

When all the Varyag mercenaries gradually slackened collectively and the Latvian militiamen were at a loss, the cavalry had already reached the range of Ross’s torsion slingshot.

The cavalry lined up in a wide line, the front row was full of uniformly dressed Ross cavalry, the second row became the Austalian cavalry, and the prairie cavalry was at the end.

The cavalry flies two flags, the Ross and the Ostara, which Spuut knows very well.

The cavalry had no fighting intentions, or they used to have it. They became suspicious when they saw someone in the distance making weird body movements that would only be done by a semaphore soldier. Then they noticed that there was a Ross flag in the army arrayed in the distance. That kind of fighting spirit quickly resolved.

A tall and strong cavalryman waved his hand first, and then ran towards the arrayed army alone.

Now, even the Danish mercenaries could clearly see the attire of the rider.

You can notice the huge nose guard of this man’s iron helmet, and the mail mask covering most of his face.

The round shield was hung on the saddle, and the pattern painted on it could not be said to be slightly similar to that of his allies, but it could only be said to be exactly the same.

Drawing patterns on the round shield is to be unconventional to reflect the bravery and stubbornness of the owner. A small group will collectively draw a pattern, and the larger the group, the more consistent the patterns must be to ensure that everyone’s patterns are consistent in order to recognize friendly forces in battle.

Strkander seemed to be dreaming, and it was the first time in his life that he saw the cavalry up close.

Because the Latvian tribes did not have cavalry, he only heard that the Yutvin (Lithuanian) tribe far to the southwest had horse riders.

He didn’t know anything about horseback riding, let alone cavalry in front of him.

Now, Spuyut from Ross directly took off his helmet, revealing that old face: “Fisk! Is that you?”

I saw the rider let go of the saddle, holding the helmet with both hands and slowly showing his face.

I saw a funny big bald head under the helmet!

With a mustache and a big bald head, the lack of wrinkles on his forehead proves that he is young. His face is naturally recognizable to Spueut. Now that the truth is revealed, it makes the current situation even more absurd and ridiculous.

“Fisk! I didn’t expect it to be you! Why are you here?”

“It’s Uncle Spueut? That’s weird, why are you in Riga?”

“Ah?!” Now, it was Spueut’s turn to be further surprised: “Do you know this is Riga?”

“I know. I just came here to find people here, but I still have to fight? I don’t want to fight.” Fisk said it lightly, but he never thought that such a relaxed attitude would add to the sense of absurdity.

“Then don’t fight! Let’s talk about everything. Damn, if I knew it was from your side, what kind of army would you organize?” Spueut slapped his old face hard to wake up, looked at his allies again, and opened his arms. Norse kept yelling: “It’s all gone! It’s all a misunderstanding! They are not enemies at all.”

If this is the case, the Danes can immediately announce that they will not fight, but the Latvians look at the situation in front of them, and the nobles subjectively do not want to withdraw their troops casually.

The local nobles learned that there were enemies destroying the village, and the suspects were locked in the Semigallians. Who knows?

They don’t know these guys at all, and they are very powerful. If the Varyag mercenaries collectively quit, wouldn’t Riga be destroyed?

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Ordinary militiamen can only see the situation in front of them. They find that the battle is impossible to fight at all, and the morale that was already exhausted is now even more discouraged. Those so-called enemies are not Semigalia at all. Although the opponent is very weird, they are not hostile. look, and even chatted happily with those Varyag leaders.

Even if the local nobles remained on guard, when the militia felt that it was meaningless to continue standing here, they began to withdraw from the battlefield spontaneously. The evacuation situation intensified, and the nobles had lost the ability to fight.

The nobles felt fear, but then they thought that the group of horse riders who were dressed very similarly to the Ross people did not look hostile, and they could ask about the situation by talking to them.

Therefore, the so-called military confrontation existed only in theory for no more than 30 minutes. When the Varyag mercenaries began to talk happily with the so-called enemy, the powerful Latvian militia directly disbanded itself.

The local nobles stood up and approached the leisurely formation of the Varyags, the bald stranger, and the cavalry army behind him.

Although it can be judged from the clothing that the foreigner has an extremely close relationship with the Ross people, a local nobleman simply greeted them in Norse with a strange accent: “People who came from afar, who are you…?”

Fisk just wanted to have a good chat with the relatives he met miraculously, but he saw some “warriors” wearing various furs coming and asking very stupid questions.

“We are Ross people.” He replied arrogantly: “It seems that you are the local leaders?”

“yes”

“Very well, we are here just to chat with the people of Riga. We have no hostility. I don’t know why you are hostile. Forget it! Unexpectedly, my people have arrived here first, so that there will be less misunderstanding in our future exchanges. I am really glad Ah! It was almost war…”

[End of this Chapter]