Rise of Rurik - Chapter 635

[Chapter 636 Hellafield Bryn Goldson]

Modgen didn’t stay in his hometown because he was home-loving. He simply didn’t want to emigrate to Britain and work for the Ross people to earn personal wealth. This was his goal.

He knew that he would be reused by the Duke of Ross, and he also tried his best to express himself in the crowd today. He watched old Bryn Goethe, the old and immortal youngest son, also pushed out. It is this son who will be entrusted with important tasks by Rurik of Ross.

He was desperately trying to get Rurik’s attention, but luckily his efforts were not in vain.

It’s just that the situation has become too delicate.

Mordegen stood up straight, like a stake in the snow.

He is neither tall nor short among many men, so as a man, a short adult man is probably not suitable to be a brave fighter. Of course, some short madmen are not excluded here, because Rurik hopes to organize The size of the personnel should be similar to the team as much as possible, and this strategy can only be used for the time being.

The men took off their leather helmets and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with a slightly embarrassed Mordegen.

“Hey! Don’t tiptoe.”

“You are so short, wait until you grow taller in a few years!”

It’s a rare interesting thing, the onlookers are all mixed in with a group of booing guys.

Naturally, some ruthless people with big arms and round waists also stood up. For this kind of talent, it was naturally Rurik who appointed him personally.

The selection of personnel took an afternoon, and the teenagers who wanted to join the army were rejected because they were obviously too weak.

Of course, the youth’s weakness is only compared to the warriors of various Viking forces.

They still had an advantage over the farmers temporarily recruited by Britain and Frank.

Under the setting sun, Rurik boasted that he had accomplished his goal, and the speed with which things were implemented was surprising.

He basically recruited the number of infantry that would make up a standard.

How many people should a flag team have?

Rurik established a standard very early, that is, ten people are “groups”, three “groups” are “ships”, and three “ships” are “centuries”.

Each “Century” can organize a solid shield wall, and four “Centuries” can organize a square array.

It is beneficial for this area of northern Europe to learn to imitate the infantry formations of old Rome, but Rurik is not a simple imitator.

The fighters of an infantry banner team should have four centurions, three dedicated to fighting, and one dedicated to long-range arrows.

In addition, the flag captain and guards of the flag team constitute a command center.

In this way, the flag team, which is equivalent to a battalion-level combat unit, is considered to be fully staffed.

Rurik counted the number of people and selected four hundred and fifty people using explorer Modgen as the benchmark.

Although it was less than the 500 men that made up the full force, its strength was already satisfactory to Rurik.

It’s just that this group of people are still barbarians through and through, and they want to learn Ross’s fighting style!

Rurik has a very simple method, because there are ready-made veterans in front of him.

The men who brought their own weapons believed that fighting with the Rus would make them a lot of money.

Although the team needed a commander, everyone was also curious. Unexpectedly, Master Rurik recruited brothers, and even more pleasantly split the team into smaller units.

Is this necessary?

In the afternoon, the small market set up by Rurik began to sell the in-demand daily necessities from Ross, and they were sold out in a short amount of time.

The buyer used salt as currency to buy Xinyi’s items. Even in the evening, many people were still watching with great interest as Rurik, the Duke of Ross, ordered his troops.

A thin boy giving orders?

This scene is really funny.

“You must fight like the Rus!” Rurik said vigorously, “so you must form a banner team. Now I choose Modgen as the captain of the banner of all of you!”

Rurik’s announcement immediately caused an uproar.

In the election, a strong man stood up and questioned with suspicion: “My lord, Modgen is good at hiking but not good at logging. He is definitely not a good fighter. Even in our fighting games, he always fails.”

Some people say this, and there are many followers.

Rurik stretched out his right hand to signal them to shut up, then turned his head and questioned the complicated Mordgen: “I will give you the chance to be the flag captain, would you like it?”

“I…” Mordegen was really hesitant, just because he himself did not have the charm to convince the crowd.

“Forget it. You’re useless if I give you a chance!” Rurik thought of the third son of Bryn Goethe the Elder. In terms of spirit, this young man reminded him of his cousin Arik.

He asked Hailafeld again: “If you are the captain of the banner, you will command the soldiers in your hometown. How about it?”

“Okay! Thank you for your respect.” He heard this and knelt down on one knee to salute.

However, even for this pretty boy, the men present still had doubts.

Of course, there is no shortage of supporters. Since dozens of people are neighbors of the old Bryngothe family, they naturally support this experienced Hailafeld.

“I don’t want this, and I don’t want that. What do you think?” Rurik pretended to be angry and asked, “Could it be that you really need a contest?”

“That’s not bad!” The speaker was still Hailafeld, looking at the raised head and chest of this person, he was really self-recommended.

The sea breeze blew on the young man’s face, and the braided hair on his head was blown into golden threads.

Perhaps, it is really only a very traditional martial arts contest that can elect a commander in chief?

“Okay!” Rurik drew out his sword and pointed at the group of people, “Just follow your rules and shoot someone who can be recognized by everyone. Now listen to my order…”

In the end, it is still a competition to select the best, which can be very Viking.

Fortunately for Rurik, this group of people only had disputes over the selection of the banner captain, and it didn’t matter at all about the arrangement of the centurion and lower officers.

Because of the fifty Balmerk mercenaries under Rurik’s command, they are all rich and powerful fighters in the eyes of the old family. If they hang out with these brothers, they can also prosper themselves.

A flag team can have forty-eight “teams”,

The “team leaders” are all Rurik’s old mercenaries.

This evening, Rurik quickly reorganized them, and all the junior officers were in place.

Speaking of which, as the Duke of Ross, I wanted to recruit them, and what I was most worried about was that they would run away.

He suddenly gave each of these recruits a silver coin, which was regarded as a meeting gift, and deliberately made them owe a favor.

The Balmerks have their own principles, and they also pay attention to receiving rewards for nothing. Since the Duke of Ross is giving rewards now, brothers should fight hard.

Rurik finally announced: “If you win the battle, you will all get good spoils. You will be great heroes when you return to your hometown! Everyone go home and rest. Let’s all see tomorrow who is the strongest fighter.”

In the era of lack of entertainment, watching people fight is an important entertainment.

The Russians no longer compete in the election of a leader by force, because no Rus is more noble than Rurik.

The Balmerks are still the same. Since the powerful family has run away, the remaining people will naturally choose a “boss” that everyone recognizes according to the old tradition.

The people in the small bay settlements did not care about the cold sea water, and rowed to the Narvik settlement in large numbers.

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The snow on a flat ground has been cleared, and this is the arena for competition.

Under the attention of everyone, some men who intend to compete for the centurion stood up.

There were only twenty of them.

People cheered or booed, chatted and laughed, and argued.

Since it is competition, it is not uncommon for competition to kill people.

Although it is traditional that fighting in the same room is forbidden, only in the arena, the two sides of the competition must fight until the opponent is convinced, and it is reasonable to be beaten to death accidentally.

They have already gathered together, and Rurik made a simple request to them: “You are not allowed to kill. You are not allowed to use weapons in the fight, but use fists and legs to compete. You are not allowed to hit the head, and you are not allowed to kick the crotch. One party admits defeat or To be thrown out of the ring is to fail.”

There are quite a lot of rules, and since they were made by Rurik, everyone followed them.

They started, and it was Hailafeid who stood in the middle of the circle with his bare upper body, yelling wantonly: “I am strong! Whoever thinks he is stronger, come and beat me!”

As soon as the wild words came out, some cheered and some whined.

Then a strong man stood up, pointed his nose and laughed, “I’m the one standing here, you’d better step back.”

After a while, the fight of fists and feet began.

This is Unlimited Fighting!

Or it’s more like playing wild boxing in an underground restaurant!

Speaking of which, boxing itself has its origins with the Vikings, and curling rugby is also the evolution of their violent competition.

Rurik saw it, and Hailafeld didn’t lie. This kid came prepared, and his fists really hit the flesh.

The opponent was also a strong man, but he was forced to the edge of the circle under continuous punching, and kicked him out of the circle with the last kick.

Hailafeid’s first victory, the fight can be described as a storm.

The kid was a little out of breath, and shook his shoulders with swollen biceps and shouted: “Who else!”

have!

Of course there are men who stand up.

People cheered, and his father, Bryn Goethe, rebuked the eldest son as a coward while cheering.

But this is no longer just a fight for the captain of the banner, it has become an internal competition for who is the strongman.

Although the new rule of being kicked out of the circle makes losers feel unwilling, but this is the rule, so they have to admit defeat.

Hailafeid was already a little tired, he beat away four people in a row and defeated three people.

He gasped and continued to yell, but his body was already drenched in sweat.

Another person stood up, and it was very strange that this person flinched again and directly announced that he would not fight.

If Hailafeid lost suddenly, no one would dare to say that the person who defeated him was a ruthless person.

He was too tired, even if he was defeated, it would be invincible.

However, Rurik saw the endurance of this man. As a warrior who fights with strength, Hellafeld does have the strength to defeat ten strong Vikings with his bare hands.

With the result of the competition, Hailafeld was almost exhausted, but he still defeated fifteen strong men who were stronger than him.

Everyone was convinced by defeat, and the remaining few all gave up.

Rurik walked into the circle, surrounded by cheering crowds. The cheers were for Hailafeld, but unfortunately, this guy was half-kneeling and gasping for air. He also had a lot of bruises on his body, but nothing serious.

“You are truly a warrior.” Rurik half knelt down sincerely.

“Your Excellency the Duke…”

“Wipe the blood from the corner of your mouth, don’t worry, you are the best flag captain. You remind me of my cousin, you are really good.”

“Your cousin? No, I’m just your soldier.” Hailafeld felt that Kokuyo was not.

“I mean, you’re as strong as my cousin. My cousin led fifty brothers in a bloody battle against five hundred men, and they won. A real warrior is one against ten. Look at yourself, you beat Fifteen strong men were killed.”

Rurik’s words here are exaggerated, but Hailafeld’s words are more than heart-warming.

The Duke of Ross is indeed too young, but almost all of his strength lies in his incredible wisdom.

Hailafeld said sincerely: “Then, I will be braver than my second brother, and I can be a good fighter for you.”

Rurik nodded, “Then, I will teach you more powerful fighting skills until you have the same fighting power as my old subordinates.”

No one questioned Hailafeld any more.

This is ancient times, low-level officers don’t need much wisdom, they just need to fight honestly according to the command of the chief. In this case, the general must be brave and ruthless to convince the crowd.

Yes, the chief is a ruthless man who slashes and kills Wushuang. The brothers see that they have such a fierce teammate, and all their minds are to follow the “big guy” to win.

The flag team is reorganized, and since they have been defined as Ross people by themselves, Rurik simply gave them a number.

There are currently the first and second banner teams of the Warriors in Ross, which are composed of pure Ross people.

The people from Lake Mälaren joined the group. They were traditional allies of Ross. The Mälaren Banner Team formed by them has now been defined by Rurik as the “Third Banner Team of the Warriors”.

Then this team composed of Balmerks is naturally the “Fourth Banner Team of the Warriors”.

Maybe there are more brave men, at least today, Helafide Bryn Goldsen has beaten all the fjords invincible.

This young talent was simply invited by Rurik to the chief’s mansion to have dinner with him.

It was already night, and the oil lamps in the longhouse were ruined.

Before having dinner, Rurik took advantage of the opportunity after the competition to gather with the dignitaries who came to watch the battle, and made a plan for the future of the entire Narvik Fjord and the remaining Balmerks. made some plans.

“Here will soon become one of the important harbors of the Principality of Ross. I will start the construction of this fjord as soon as next year. I will arrange some people to come to this fjord, and I will also encourage your people to move to the remote areas of Ross. Settlement. A fleet will be permanently stationed here, and I will build Ross’s Atlantic Fleet…”

He also emphasized again: “The Narvik Fjord will always belong to Ross, and we are all Ross people from now on.”

So as a member of the Principality of Ross, should taxes be collected?

According to general principles, the people of Narvik Port should pay tax in kind.

However, they are indeed the people of the allies and turned into their own people. I am afraid that it is too hasty to ask them to pay taxes now.

Everyone is a Viking, and what the brothers pay attention to is fairness.

Rurik does not collect taxes from the traditional old Rus tribe, and naturally there is no need to collect taxes from the Balmerks.

However, taxation is not simply taking out physical objects or gold and silver coins.

Their labor creates value, and as the Duke of Ross, the Duke defines how much value labor has.

Then dig out a part of their labor value, this part is tax, but they don’t know it.

Of course, taxes are not used for the enjoyment of the duke family. At this stage, Rurik is very clear where his wealth is invested.

Large-scale infrastructure construction is beneficial to the future. As for now, most of the wealth I earn by various means every year is used for infrastructure construction and armaments.

The armaments are expanding. This is to improve Ross’s military strength, and then use its strong strength to expand outwards to grab the war dividends and bridge the internal contradictions of the principality. Until the internal construction reaches a critical value, active external expansion can be achieved. somewhat restrained.

These are all great principles, and Rurik has no intention of talking too much with his generals.

Fortunately, all the soldiers simply know that Ross has been victorious in recent years. Fighting is the fastest way for an ordinary fisherman to make a fortune. Although it is very risky, it is really worth taking the risk.

This idea applies all to the Balmerks, but the bravest seem to have emigrated to Britain, and the rest are mostly cowards?

Rurik’s understanding was naturally negative, otherwise he would not have valued this Hailafeld.

The two men were alone facing each other, and some snacks were placed on the low, makeshift wooden table.

Hailafeid was quite weak, smelling the aroma of cooked wheat on the table, he didn’t care too much and grabbed a wooden spoon to eat.

Rurik watched helplessly as the man ate up a bowl of boiled wheat.

“Wheat! Delicious! My lord, thank you for your reward.”

“Hey, your flattery is superfluous. You allow me to call me Rurik.”

“Then…Brother Rurik.” Hailafeld patted his chest, not caring about the bruises, and said to himself: “The war is on my shoulders, brothers are all looking forward to following a hero to victory. Oh, I still listen Saying that you have been blessed by Odin, you are the Son of God.”

Rurik nodded: “It is true that Odin rewarded me with some things, but Odin did not explain the purpose of all this. Maybe God wants me to build a great cause and turn Rus into a great country. Maybe God also asks me to Be kind to everyone.”

“Yes, gods exist, and I, a mortal, can’t fathom the intentions of gods.” Hailafeld pretended to be emotional.

The two chatted with each other like this, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Rurik learned more about Balmerk’s local conditions and customs.

He was deliberately getting close to people like Hailafeld, at least he had to maintain his nobility while relaxing his mind, so the decision to call him brothers became very necessary.

Calling each other brothers, this is the language that everyone can understand.

Although the bruises on his body were painful, with the praise and hospitality from the Duke of Ross himself, Hallafield only felt happy in his heart.

As the third child of the family, he was destined to fight for a family business by himself, but now that he has become the leader of an army, he is not presumptuous to exercise himself desperately.

However, a soul question suddenly made Hailafeld hesitate.

“Have you ever killed an enemy?”

Rurik’s eyes are extremely sharp, which represents too many things.

“I…” Hellafield stammered, “I have killed deer, I have killed wolves, I even singled out a bear to prove myself, and finally I stabbed the bear with a spear.”

“But, you haven’t killed anyone.” Rurik continued to ask.

“Yes… that’s right.”

“I’m different.” Rurik said coldly, “The army I command killed at least 30,000 people! Some leaders even said that I was a ruthless butcher. Maybe that’s the case, but we have to do this. On the battlefield, it’s life and death. battle. You will soon have a chance to kill the enemy, but you have to remember, this is my advice.”

Hallafield finally nodded to show himself to listen carefully.

“Attention.” Rurik said solemnly: “Real warriors only kill enemies who refuse to surrender. We must be more fierce than bears on the battlefield, but once the enemy surrenders, we can’t add more kills. We can’t do things absolutely. , You must give the enemy a chance. Maybe, if you are an enemy now, you will become a comrade-in-arms in the future. Regarding the conquest of the Karelians, when you stand up, your people must strictly obey my instructions. If you take the lead in disobeying orders or Kill indiscriminately, and you will have no right to any spoils.”

Hailafeld wanted to say that he absolutely obeyed, why he felt like a stone was pressed in his heart.

He didn’t have any rhetoric, just shook his head and said, “I will do this and never disobey orders.”

[End of this Chapter]