Rise of Rurik - Chapter 1201

[Chapter 1201 Askad’s Noble Captive]

Askad was only twelve years old but already surpassed the height of ordinary Frankish soldiers. He was so tall that he was worthy of the usual food and drink.

I saw the blond-haired man holding his own blood-dripping steel sword, walking slowly towards the barefoot sword-wielding girl calmly and pretentiously.

“I’ll fight with you!” Alicia clenched her dagger tightly in grief and anger, and lunged forward during the run-up.

“The whole body is full of flaws, but it is quite brave.”

Askad turned around and easily dodged the sword. He also knew that this woman was not a female warrior at all, but this kind of bravery like facing death without fear was very interesting.

It was the first time a woman planned to kill herself, and Askad was deeply moved and didn’t give her a second chance.

A precise slash, another stab at Frank’s iron sword was cut off directly by his steel sword.

Alicia was dumbfounded, and the strong vibration of the hilt caused her hands to loosen.

Askad easily stretched out her hand to choke her throat when she regained her bare hands, and now she could see the woman’s face clearly.

“Who are you?!” The words were asked in Latin, and Alicia, who was taken aback, didn’t know how to answer.

“Answer me! Frankish woman! Are you a nobleman?” Askad continued to press.

“…”

“Are you deaf? Or?” Noticing that the woman subconsciously glanced at another woman who was completely paralyzed on the ground from the corner of her eye, Askad suddenly threatened: “It is enough to keep one captive. That seems to be you Sisters who are protecting! Answer my words! What are your identities, otherwise you will kill that woman.”

“I said it! I said it all.” Alicia, who was completely panicked, was quick to wit, and still didn’t understand why this group of weird troops could understand Latin, so she deliberately said: “I am the princess! I am the princess Gisla! That woman It’s my handmaid. We are nobles, you can’t kill us.”

“Princess? The king’s daughter? Is that you? Haha.”

Originally, that Brody of the cavalry had personally captured King Ludwig of the Eastern Kingdom, and such feats made him a popular person beside the king.

That was a great example. After all, Brody was from the pure old Ross tribe, but the soldiers of the Seventh Banner were large-scale mixed-race fighters, including Askad himself. This forced the brothers to establish a proof of merit. He is indeed a descendant of Old Ross.

Unexpectedly, I actually caught Princess Frank?

Wouldn’t it be a great feat to catch the princess?

“Very good! You are a princess? Then, you are my slave now. Brothers.” Askad casually shouted to his brothers again: “The paralyzed woman belongs to you.”

That’s what he said, but he saw a group of brothers suddenly very tactfully unmoved.

“What? Give you slaves and you don’t want it.”

I only heard someone say with a silly smile: “Boss, I have to give you something good. We don’t dare to snatch it.”

“Forget it.” Askad shrugged, he bound the black-haired girl under his control, then approached the paralyzed girl sitting on the ground with his sword, and pulled her by the hair stand up.

As expected, the woman began to struggle crazily. Suddenly, Askad slapped the woman down with a slap, directly slapping the woman dumbfounded.

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“A mere maid dares to be presumptuous?”

The bewildered real princess Ghisla finally became obedient, but Askad slapped her a second time for the murderous look she cast.

“You still dare to stare at me? A mere maid, you are actually protected by your master? It is obviously a servant like you who protects your master. Maybe I should kill you.”

She complained in Norse language that the real princess couldn’t understand at all. She was already disheartened, and she had never been slapped in the face when she was so old.

Just like Arik, Askad, as the eldest son, inherited some of his father’s temperament, for example, he is not a person who pursues huge wealth.

Compared with real money, the honor of capturing the Frankish princess is far better than that.

Besides, a princess who dared to draw a sword against him, at this moment, Askad wished to get her by pressing her to the ground now, and then bring her back to Rose’s hometown.

After all, his uncle Rurik had already done a demonstration more than ten years ago. At that time, his uncle captured the princess of the Kingdom of Mercia, and as a result, he had his cousin Regraf.

You can and should follow suit.

Of course, the princess jewelry box has been scattered on the floor, the shiny gems have been scattered, and the brothers are watching straight.

Askad didn’t care much about these jewels, and he was proud of leading the two slaves like a horse now, as if his part of the invasion of Aachen was over.

“Brothers!” he ordered loudly, “loot whatever you want, I only want these two slaves. You are free.”

“Ulla!” The brothers banged their shields one after another and started their plunder.

Little did they know that those soldiers of the Seventh Banner Squad who hadn’t rushed here had already started looting the entire Aachen Palace.

The residence of the royal family members was easily broken into by young Ross warriors, and they immediately began to rummage through boxes and boxes, laughing and stuffing the gold and silver utensils that could be found everywhere into their backpacks.

It was originally a linen bag for dried salted fish and bread, but now it is filled with genuine Frankish court utensils. Some people even stuffed gold-plated candlesticks into their backpacks. They really want to take this treasure back to their home in Mstisk. , Act as a lighting candlestick for your own home, and become a treasure that you can show off to the folks.

The Ross army who rushed into Aachen had no intention of massacres, or that the killings were incidental. Their biggest intention was to rob money.

Those city residents gradually realized that a terrible attack had taken place, and the smart people immediately began to flee crazily. At the time of crisis, they were unable to get all kinds of valuables, so they could only flee screaming, dragging their families, and taking a small amount of precious belongings. , Soon the narrow streets were full of fugitives running wildly.

The figures of these people were clearly visible, but the soldiers who entered the city saw their backs but had no intention of chasing them.

After all, after completing the final sprint to the city all day today, the whole army began to loot after breaking through the city.

The vast number of soldiers are quite exhausted, and even the looting that is unfolding now has forced the soldiers to be physically exhausted.

The belief of making a fortune from robbing completely supported them, and the high-spirited fighters ignored their fatigue. They broke into various lanes, killed the city residents who blocked the way, and then rushed into room after room to search like hounds.

The four gates of Aachen were all opened, and the Frankish soldiers who were supposed to handle the gates gave up their duties one after another.

They lowered the drawbridge to give all the refugees a chance to escape, and escaped the city with their ranks.

The Ross army only broke in from the south gate of the city, and there were no soldiers staring at the other three gates.

Although it was not the subjective action of Lanhu himself, such a breach of the city really gave the residents a chance to escape.

Most of the residents escaped successfully, even though they coughed up blood because they escaped too fast, and even lost their shoes. They tried their best to rush to the safe woodland outside the city as soon as possible.

Now, the Gotalandians, Danes, and Finns are all enjoying the carnival that belongs exclusively to the occupiers. After all, Aachen is the capital of a country with a large number of people, and even ordinary people have accumulated a lot of wealth.

And there are more rare things in the palace.

It was once the only way for the princess and her party to flee the Palace of Hot Springs. This building imitating the baths of Roman aristocrats was Charlemagne’s favorite in his later years.

The old Charlemagne’s decrepit body has long been turned into a sarcophagus and dry bones, and this steaming hot spring bath has ushered in a new owner.

The young blond warrior half-knelt down, subconsciously stroked the water in front of him, and was taken aback: “It’s hot water? Hot spring?”

“Maybe the Frankish nobles bathe in this kind of place. Haha, the huge bathhouse is much more comfortable than my wooden barrel.” Another soldier immediately echoed.

“Hey.” Another soldier urged: “Why don’t we jump off now. Their nobles can enjoy it, and we should also enjoy it immediately.”

“Forget it. It’s not too late to jump in here after we have emptied the gold. But don’t let other brothers get rich, and we won’t even get a silver coin in the end.”

A group of young Ross warriors looked at each other and continued to loot the palace.

While chatting and laughing, they took the entire palace planned by Charlemagne as their own, not only took away all kinds of valuable daily necessities, but also naturally broke into the boudoir that once belonged to Princess Gisla.

The comfortable bed exudes a faint fragrance. The soldiers who broke in did not realize at first that it belonged to a noblewoman, until they found a large number of ladies’ clothes in the opened wardrobe.

It must be a robe worn by a woman, and there are some beautiful patterns embroidered on it.

A tall and strong “little golden retriever” held several pieces of clothes in his arms with his big hands, and smiled at the brothers: “Don’t grab me, it’s all mine.”

“Ridiculous. Hlov, what do you want these women’s clothes for?”

“Of course it is for my sisters. Ah! The smell is not bad.” The young warrior named Hlov knew that his two younger sisters were still very young, so it would be good to prepare some clothes in advance, especially for Frankish noblewomen. clothes.

He didn’t understand it himself, but he was sure that these clothes were quite noble, so wearing them on his own family could also give him a little extravagance.

Several soldiers turned out the princess’s toys again, including some embroidered cloth dolls and even some wooden dolls.

They are all people who have sisters, and even a lot.

These toys can also be regarded as special trophies. Thinking of what the Hlov brothers did, the brothers stuffed all the toys they found into their sackcloth pockets.

There are also some people who are very indiscreet. The living room of the court servants is occupied. This place is relatively dim, and there seems to be no gold or silver to plunder.

A waiter hidden in it was found, and the warrior assassinated him without hesitation, and then began to search for it.

After the turmoil, the waiter’s living room seemed to be abandoned, but soon other Ross soldiers broke into it.

They completely ignored the dead lying in a pool of blood, and actually used this place as a place to go to the toilet. They simply threw off their battle robes and squatted down on their toes, just wiping off the dirt with the cloth sheets that were at their fingertips.

In addition to deliberately setting fires, the young soldiers of the Seventh Banner did whatever they wanted in the palace.

The poor princess Ghisla and her personal maid Alicia were led out of the palace turned into hell by Askad like sheep.

The two walked a painful road. The former noble palace was full of figures of blond soldiers running around, and the ground was full of murdered court servants. On the bloodstains, as if walking in hell.

At this moment, the princess is like a walking corpse who has lost her soul. Her maid Alicia tried her best to maintain restraint, and everything she saw with her eyes still greatly stimulated her spirit.

They were led out of the palace, just outside the palace in the city square, where a large number of people could be seen lying down with the naked eye, and the metal helmets of the fallen people proved their identities in the setting sun—Frank soldiers, city defenders of Aachen.

The princess stared wide-eyed, her legs were trembling uncontrollably, and fear covered her whole body. At this moment, it was sunset in West Asia. Gisla couldn’t believe that this was Aachen. Everything was like a nightmare, and she was traveling through hell in a nightmare.

“Go!” Askad glanced back, seeing his two captives dawdling, unceremoniously tugging on the rope, a tingling wrist mercilessly pulled the princess back to reality.

Yes, this is not a nightmare, everything is real.

But the second daughter was still hesitant, and the way she didn’t cooperate made him angry.

Askad yanked again, this time with great force, the two girls were pulled down by both of them, and they both knelt and fell to the ground accidentally.

But they didn’t care about the new injuries to their legs, nor the pain they had lost.

Alicia subconsciously used her body to protect Her Highness the Princess, while Princess Gisla just buried her head in the arms of her maid, as if as long as she could not see, she could avoid all disasters.

“Stop dawdling. Woman! Stand up and follow me.”

The words were spoken in Latin, and Askad was sure they could understand them. It was the black-haired woman who was protecting the other girl. Why did she cast murderous eyes?

Askad, who was holding the rope, looked down at his slave, while Alicia burst into tears in grief and anger.

Askad was not a bloodthirsty person by nature. When it came to what he wanted to gain from this expedition, he didn’t ask for much gold or silver. After all, his family’s wealth and status in the entire Ross Kingdom was extremely high.

He hopes to fight the real enemy fighters and sacrifice Odin with the blood of the enemy.

The second ideal is as it is now, everything is like fate, it is the gods who allow themselves to capture the Frankish noblewomen as slaves.

At this moment, what he wanted was not a slave.

“Let’s go. It’s over.” With compassion, Askad changed his strength and gently tugged at the rope: “Princess Frank, you and your maid have to stand up. Now, you are all me. slaves, as long as you are obedient, you will not suffer.”

He speaks completely in fluent Latin, which seems magical to the two women.

A young warrior with pure golden hair, the color of his hair is even more gorgeous in the setting sun.

His battle robe was stained with a lot of blood, but if you look closely, you can find that the clothes are extremely elegant.

And this person’s shoes, which are not ordinary shoes.

Alicia noticed that these were high-top leather boots, a pair of boots that matched left and right.

And this man’s sword, the hilt is actually inlaid with precious stones, and the scabbard shimmers like a scabbard in the setting sun.

A strange nobleman who speaks Latin?

Alicia stood up in no hurry. She gently wiped away her tears, restrained her emotions about to collapse, and tried her best to ask rationally: “Who are you? Why did you attack Aachen! Do you know that this is Aachen!”

“You? You are very courageous. Princess Frank…” Askad narrowed his eyes, and at this moment he was even more satisfied with the woman in front of him.

“You are so bold that you dare to question my identity.”

“Tell me. Even if it is death, let us die to understand.”

“Dead?” Askad shook his head: “Woman, you misunderstood. You are a princess, a nobleman. I will not kill you! On the contrary, I will own you. One day you will fall in love with me, and I am yours…” He hesitated a little more, and said solemnly, “I will be your husband.”

“You!” These words made the black-haired Alicia even more furious, and she was extremely ashamed in addition to being angry.

Of course, at this moment, Askad had no idea that the brave black-haired girl in front of him was the maid.

This is not a problem at all, the scene of sisterly love reminds him of some past events.

“Angry? Then be angry. This is war!”

“Who the hell are you?” Alicia continued to ask, holding back her anger.

“My identity? I am from Ross, and I am ordered by the king to attack you Franks. Let me tell you! King Ross is my uncle, and I am also a nobleman! I am Askad, and I have five hundred soldiers under me. Now you She is my woman, you should be glad that you, who are so humble, can be my wife.”

lowly?

Alicia couldn’t help but startled.

She had never heard of the Rose Kingdom. If such a kingdom really existed, could it be that the one who captured her was a prince?

Don’t deny the other party first, then look at yourself.

Alicia was originally from an aristocratic family with a very low rank, but she was taken to Aachen to be with the princess because of her youthful looks. As a result, she had already been separated from her family in Lombardy, and her current identity was just a maid .

Even if she is the personal maid of the princess, she is still a maid.

Considering the actual situation, she guessed that the man in front of her would really not harm herself and the princess. In order to ensure that the man would not be angered, she helped the princess to get up slowly.

“Very good. That’s how you should cooperate with me. Come with me!” Askad urged again: “Follow me to the church door to rest. You…” He looked at the second daughter’s dirty feet and the Bleeding Knee: “Go to the fountain over there, I need to heal your wounds.”

[End of this Chapter]