Rise of Rurik - Chapter 675

[Chapter 676 Weeping Northward in the Cold Autumn Rain]

In this era, strong and strong men are the foundation for a regime to survive proudly.

The Karelians have three major tribes, among which the Isotalva tribe, the big account tribe, is able to dominate the family with the largest population.

The Dazhang tribe was arrogant because of the large number of people, and because of the large number of people, they had no choice but to actively expand and find the grassland with the most abundant water and grass for reindeer grazing in the forest and snow fields.

The glory of the past was suddenly lost with a tragic defeat. Although more than 10,000 people managed to escape from the big camp by the lake, the military capabilities of the tribe have been fatally hit. Nearly 4,000 men died in battle. The tribe was almost wiped out.

Are they about to collapse?

The young women fled with their children. They had to take care of a huge herd of deer, and they fled too hastily.

If Rurik seized the time and ordered the army to pursue and kill them regardless of priority, the Ross army would probably be able to catch up with the fugitives and obtain sufficient results.

He didn’t do this, so he wouldn’t put the whole army at risk when the enemy’s situation was unclear and the geographical situation was unclear.

The invaders did not continue to march, and the fleeing Karelian women did not know whether their side had already fought, and if so, what the situation was like.

Finally, hundreds of defeated men crossed the forest in despair. On a cloudy night, they saw the bonfire array under the mound in the distance.

Would that be the enemy?

The frightened men were terrified. They would rather wait until daytime. When they saw the brown-gray shadows of winter, they decided that it was a huge herd of deer, and then they walked boldly.

The new camp of the Karelian women is 30 kilometers away from the destroyed Isotalva camp. This may not seem far away, but at the moment when there is no road, they are going crazy with their children and belongings. According to the plan, they will go straight to the winter pastures in the north.

Even if the Russian army does not start the war, the Karelian Great Horde will still start to migrate.

Winter is not far away, and winter grazing related to next year’s reindeer breeding must start in advance in autumn. Even for domesticated reindeer, migration is an instinct engraved in their genes.

The spontaneous migration of reindeer has been broken by human domestication. Are they actually migrating under the leadership of their Karelian masters?

But looking back, the Karelians, who rely heavily on reindeer farming, are also forced to migrate every year by their own domesticated livestock.

Unless, they have a steady supply of enough high-energy feed, winter grazing becomes superfluous.

Animal husbandry is a kind of alienated agriculture, and reindeer herds are like “fields that can be walked around.”

Ross needs to control a lot of livestock to supplement his burgeoning plantation agriculture, and Ross’ demand for furs of all colors will only grow every year.

Then the Karelians who have a staggering number of reindeer, they either sacrifice human and animal surrender, or die.

Rurik did not engrave such a strategy on a wooden tablet, but he did wage war with an army for this purpose.

The Karelian woman who evacuated with her herd of deer was not stupid. When the defeated of her family suddenly appeared, the heartbreaking news spread throughout the camp instantly, and there was a burst of wailing…

What to do next?

What exactly are the intruders trying to do?

They judge others by themselves and know the enemy’s purpose: kill men, kidnap women and children, and kill all deer.

Such was the strategy of the Karelian tribal union against the Tavastians, who were the source of such a group of slaves as the women evacuated.

Isotalva had disintegrated, and to make matters worse an autumn rain had finally fallen.

In the bleak environment, more than 10,000 members of the Dazhang tribe drove a total of 200,000 reindeer, large and small, and dragged wooden carts to the winter pasture.

A lot of materials for tents were lost, and thousands of people could only rely on the dense pine needles of the red pine forest to shelter from the rain.

Some people caught a cold and coughed desperately, and some died directly from the hypothermia.

The rain had lasted for three days, and in just three days, as many as one hundred infant children died, which added another sorrow to the tribe that had suffered a great disaster.

Even the elderly priests became precarious due to weakness and disease, and finally even the priests died on a rainy night…

People dug pits in the mud and buried the dead, big and small, praying that their souls would smoothly enter the sea of souls of the ancestors, and would no longer suffer in this mortal world.

There are women who have lost their husbands and children and are heading for the northern winter pastures in the cold and damp, and their own condition is precarious, so weak that they are about to die.

More than 50 women searched for vines, strips of cloth, and even tendons for binding materials, and used them as ropes to tie themselves around their necks and quietly ended their lives.

The rain lasted for eight full days!

When the sun finally reappeared, the once-large Great Horde lost as many as a thousand men during the rains.

The bow drill, the only fire tool that can be used in the muddy environment, cannot complete the ignition. When the dried meat they carry is eaten up, they can only kill deer to eat fresh venison and drink deer blood.

Young children can only eat raw meat like adults. They complain that the meat is not good, and mothers say that all this is because of the intruders.

Some children ignorantly asked when their father would come back, and would they return to the big camp next year?

The more the child asked, the more the mother cried.

The mother can only pinch the child’s face and order him to take revenge when he grows up…

This fleeing team did not simply rush to the winter pasture. When the material problem encountered major troubles, they took the initiative to rush to the Xiaozhang tribe, hoping to get help from traditional allies.

Even though the situation is pathetic, a miracle has come!

A procession came from afar, and the terrified people gathered around the reindeer herd. The men dragged their weary bodies with spears in their hands, and looked warily at the group of people from the west.

Soon the alert was lifted, and the person who came was not the enemy, but our chief, Walkhba!

A thousand of the strongest fighters of the Karelian Great Horde tribe walked on the smoothest return route, and the entanglement with the Suomi people delayed the great chief Valkhba for some time.

They left the lakes in the west again, and a group of people carried their more than a hundred canoes and walked overland through the flat forest area, and then found a stream in the damn rain and ran to their hometown.

They advance in the tortuous waterways and drift in the heavy rain. People not only have to control the boats from being capsized by the turbulence, but also fight against the cold.

They were very surprised to see the crowd not far away, and everyone was shocked after a little inspection.

The family was finally reunited, but this reunion almost broke the psychology of the soldiers fighting on the front line.

Valkhba is the chief of the tribe and the chief chief of the entire Karelia.

He was also a man, husband to wife, father to children, brother to relatives.

Both the younger brother and the nephew died for the clan, and all the strong and young men of the clan were lost. Now there are less than 2,000 men who can hold weapons.

The big camp by the lake collapsed, his wives and concubines disappeared, and his young sons were either slaughtered or died on the muddy road of escape.

Looking up at the sun, Walkhba yelled and yelled, and then wept with his head in his arms. Suddenly, his head buzzed and he fell to the ground.

What kind of cruel blow is this?

Thousands of people have been mourning for so many days. The appearance of the chief is a miracle. The low morale has just improved. Now the chief has collapsed. There are rumors that the chief died in grief.

In fact, it is not, but the situation is not much better.

Walkhba had a high fever, and lying in the temporary camp, he completely cut off his original plan of returning to the camp by the lake to defend against the enemy.

The original plan was completely meaningless, and the Dazhang tribe was finished. At least he personally felt that he had no hope of making an offer.

What he needed most was the truth, so when he was dying, his eldest son sat next to him, and some fugitive men who had been fighting in person were invited into the tent to explain the situation.

Five people came, and they saw the great chief blushing, or crying from shame or sorrow.

“You…don’t cry. Tell me, what happened to Isotalva? What was the attack…why did you lose…so badly!”

The last sentence was actually accentuated, and everyone saw the chief spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Yes, why did you lose so badly?

In any case, it is incomprehensible with Walkhba’s three views.

Even if they were fighting in person, those who fled didn’t quite understand how they lost.

Someone explained: “Azairas sent men to guard the mouth of the river, but the enemy’s ships were as big as mounds, and their masts were as high as the pine trees here. Those ships fired deadly javelins. Our arrows cannot hit them. Our arrows cannot hit them. Men are easily killed by them. A host of iron giants leap from their clothes, and the enemy cannot be killed, and spears and arrows can kill deer, but they have no effect on them.”

Such rhetoric is too absurd, but in fact this is the Viking army of the Rus in the eyes of Karelian warriors.

But in the eyes of the Suomi people, this is what the Rus army looks like.

When the Ross fleet suddenly appeared, their tentative attack was easily shattered, and the leader Uko, who knew the times, surrendered immediately. Only by playing the obedient hound and the magical “internal aid” like Evro, did he get Su Omi peace under Rus.

Then another said, “I see the Tavastians. There are many of them, and they follow the iron giants to kill us.”

“Tavastia?!” Varkhba, who squinted his eyes, sat up energetically, and just wanted to say that he was a mouthful of old blood.

“Father.” His son immediately helped him up.

“Don’t help me, let him continue talking.”

“Yes.” The man continued: “It must be the Tavastia people. They must have traded their souls to the mysterious iron giant. We all know that Tavastia is the only one who hates us the most in this world. It’s their strategy to sell their souls for the army of evil gods. How can we defeat the army of gods? Everyone at the Bear Altar was killed, and our Isotalva camp is full of killed clansmen.”

Someone hurriedly explained along with this statement: “Master Azairas must have noticed this situation, so that the women ran away after the deer. We fought to the end, no matter how we are the opponents of the magic soldiers, we successfully found other Lord, please forgive us.”

The Tavastians sold their souls and signed a contract with the evil god in exchange for the “Iron Giant” to destroy the Great Account tribe.

Walkhba found this believable, and even felt that it was the only reasonable explanation.

But his son Kaskuwe thought it was ridiculous.

“The army of the evil god defeated us? The Tavastians don’t have this ability yet. Father, this world must be very huge, maybe a powerful enemy from outside the territory is eyeing us…”

“We didn’t see Tavastians in the west at all. They disappeared! Many people must have sacrificed their souls.” Walkhba ordered his son to shut up first, and then heaved a long sigh.

The tent fell into a deathly silence, and finally, as the chief, Walkhba spoke, and he thought a lot.

“If it is a new enemy outside the domain, we may kill them. If it is the army of the evil god, when the Tavastians have no more sacrifices, the evil god will not continue to help them.” He said I don’t know the truth, but this dialectical speculation has indeed found psychological comfort for the confused and frightened people of the Dazhang tribe.

“We may not be able to defeat the evil god’s army, so we should evacuate first. If it is actually a new enemy, we can still win by recharging our energy. Son!”

“Father.” Kaskuwei hurriedly turned his face to the side.

“I’m going to die… Now I hand over the whole tribe to you. You don’t fear evil gods or any enemies, that’s why everyone thinks you are the next leader. Now that the tribe has suffered such a catastrophe, there is only one man left to fight More than a thousand people, we still have 10,000 women and children to rely on them to protect, and more than 100,000 reindeer… You, you must not recklessly seek revenge on the enemy.”

“I will.”

Seeing that his son’s attitude was not firm, Walkhba suddenly raised his arm, clenched his son’s elbow, and said while spraying blood: “At least for a few years! No revenge is allowed! We are powerless to take back the enemy until we know the situation of the enemy.” Bear Altar.”

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His hands were full of blood spit out by his father, and Kaskuwei widened his eyes in horror, “I dare not disobey.”

“You are the leader now, take my sword and take all the people to the Xiaozhang tribe. You go to marry the daughter of the leader over there, and you must unite all the Karelians! This is a disaster for us all , you have to lead the others to fight to the end!”

After finishing speaking, Valkhba has passed out…

That night, the chief of the Karelian alliance leader fell into a coma due to a high fever. His vomiting blood was actually stomach bleeding. This was a secret he hid from his tribe. his life.

Blood blocked the windpipe, and Varkhba, who was unconscious, died of asphyxiation.

The chief fell ill and died, and the people who were talking about it early in the morning heard the bad news.

Those people who have shed tears are now only howling. They are not only mourning the death of the chief, but also mourning the sad fate of themselves and the tribe.

Such a cruel scene did not frighten Kaskuwei. He stood above a crown of antlers decorated with gold decorations that symbolized the status of the leader, and raised the broad-edged iron sword of the great leader left by his father, declaring that he would immediately Succession.

“My people! My father’s soul has gone to the ancestral spirits! I am now your leader, and the leader of all Karelians. We will establish a new camp in the winter pastures! Women! Give birth! Men Guard our women well, let them give birth safely! Guard our children well, let them grow up safely! In ten years, we will be able to recover.

I will lead you to make a closer alliance with the Xiaozhang tribe, and I will marry their women. I am still the chief leader recognized by all tribes.

I will definitely lead you to regain the brothers and regain our lost glory!

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What they need most is hope, and Kaskuwe gives them hope.

He is not a naturally brave leader. Times make people. After the catastrophe, he must immediately lead the tribe to recover.

He was not the bravest warrior on the battlefield, and now he had to be the number one warrior of the Dazhang tribe, even if he was acting.

Walkhba ended his own life. He was already suffering from an old disease. It was his greatest hope for the rest of his life to drive a large piece of fertile land from the lake in the west to become the new paradise of Karelia.

He died, and his dreams came to naught.

No honorable burial, a muddy pit was his grave, neither mound nor tombstone, nor marker of any kind.

This is Walkhba’s last wish for his successor, that if his clan suffered a devastating blow, it would not deserve a funeral, and as a guilty person, he should be buried hastily as a punishment.

The reindeer flattened the ground, and the whole tribe began to run towards the north with tears in the cold.

History followed the general trend at this moment. Rurik expelled the Karelians a generation ahead of schedule, and essentially occupied the entire lakeside area of Lake Ladoga.

This is not an escape for the Karelians, but a strategic contraction that they have to do for future counterattacks.

Kaskuwe became the new chief. He absolutely did not believe what those people said. The “iron giant of the evil god” was just the nonsense of the frightened fools. !

The so-called convincing statements are all absurd, because all the Suomi prisoners captured in the West are saying that the Tavastians were killed by the Ross army.

Ross?

The enemy should be Ross!

The more he thought about it, the more reliable Kaskuwe felt, and finally he began to preach the results of his “investigation” to the migrating people.

That is not the “Apostle of the Evil God”, but the Ross people, a group of robbers killed from a distant place, the robbers who made the Suomi people surrender, and the robbers who killed the entire Tavastian clan.

The enemy is human!

Anyone can be killed, as long as everyone re-cultivates martial arts, victory will belong to Karelia.

Kaskuwe has already guessed the truth of the truth, but the whole immigrant group is still struggling with the fact that they were defeated by the army of evil gods.

It wasn’t until the priest who spread the news of the “evil god” was directly killed by Kaskuwei, and threatened to kill anyone who dared to speak falsely, which forced everyone to shut up.

Finally, they braved the new rain and arrived at the winter pasture, the traditional winter pasture of the Dazhang tribe, which is not far from the White Sea.

This is already an extremely remote area, accompanied by cold weather, the Dazhang tribe has lost half of its people and 20% of its reindeer, and finally escaped here to start a new life.

Many people believe that they have finally escaped from the land of right and wrong…

[End of this Chapter]