The situation made Rurik very satisfied. After all, in the relatively neat team, no one spoke, and no one was running around.
They all stared with blue eyes, waiting for their orders.
Rurik inserted the wooden sword into the soil, then stretched out his right hand: "Brothers, look at my hand! Does it have five fingers?"
After that, he clenched his right hand into a fist: "Now you see, with only five fingers together, the fist can break the enemy's teeth! This is what I ask of you, five people form a team. Remember, in any future fight , the five of you are a whole, and you must act together."
If an adult stood here and heard what Rurik said, he would find it very strange, but children, who have never been exposed to any other words other than this, would just believe it.
But Rurik had something else to say: "Five people are like five fingers, they can form a team (Rurik uses the Norse word "fes" to describe it, which means fist, that is, a team). If a team is equal What about one finger? Five groups can form a bigger fist. So when we organize a hundred people, we will have greater power. This is my purpose! I don’t want to see you fighting alone in any future fights. In the figure of fighting, we see dozens of you forever forming a body and fighting together."
Rurik felt that what he said was very clear, but this theory was still too advanced.
"Bald" Fisk was very willing to talk more. After all, his father followed the leader Otto and died in battle. Standing in front of the leader's youngest son, he felt that he should be like an older brother.
Fisk didn't know why, but he did feel that Rurik's words made sense, but they were different from what he usually encountered.
"Rurik, how much benefit will your decision bring? Doesn't Odin like the bravest people the most?"
"Of course...but what does it mean to be brave?" Rurik's mind was spinning quickly. After all, for several years, his father had been telling himself those Nordic myths in his spare time. After all, other than that, Rurik was probably not very old. Little Otto had no other stories to lull a child to sleep with.
Rurik himself already knew a lot about Nordic mythology. He said: "Valhalla needs a large number of the bravest people, and Odin needs thousands of heroic spirits to deal with Ragnarok. When Ragnarok comes, a thousand Heroic spirits, like us, form a group that is good at fighting, and will have greater power. Remember, if you fight alone, who will protect your back? Fisk, look at all your directions now, Your brothers will help you protect you. Everyone, your back is protected by your brothers. You only have one job, knock down the enemies in front, don’t worry about the rest!"
This is an era that lacks rationality, especially the Ross tribe who live in the more barbaric Scandinavia and have not yet eradicated their savagery. They believe very much in those myths and the interpreters of the myths - the elder priests of the tribe. .
The reason why Rurik is trusted by many tribe members is because of the "oracle" from the priest's mouth. What's more, this child has something extraordinary.
The situation is more complicated now. Rurik's words are surprising. If you think about it carefully, the priests did not explain that Odin only needs warriors who are good at fighting alone.
Everyone looked at Fisk, but Fisk no longer had any doubts and fully agreed with Rurik's idea.
"Now, do you all support me?"
"I support!" Fisk took the lead.
Immediately afterwards, the first ten people headed by Kanuf also raised wooden swords to support.
After all, the crowd was full of children. They were children and almost instinctively agreed with the opinions of the older children. This time, they all raised their wooden swords to show their support.
"Very good." Rurik nodded with satisfaction, "In the next few days, let's look at training! We want to surprise those adults! I also want to be a leader that you all can trust from now on. "
In the following days, almost the only important thing for many children every day was to go to the hills west of Roseburg to learn the "group tactics" taught by Rurik.
A total of forty-five children were arranged into a small infantry square. It was okay for them to just line up. If they were to advance and retreat together, it could not be practiced in a few days.
So in the first days, Rurik didn't teach them to fight at all, he just walked in a queue so that the forty-five children could walk neatly.
The reality was completely beyond Rurik's imagination.
In his mind, it's just a matter of walking in a queue. In a day or two at most, a group can walk very far in an orderly manner. Even very young children can do it.
As a result, it is obvious that these children of the Ross tribe have not understood what discipline is from birth to now. They have no concept of this aspect at all.
Even the adults, including those, have no concept of discipline.
discipline! Any army that masters it is not weak in combat effectiveness. Therefore, rather than fighting, let them understand that discipline is the most important thing from an early age.
A whole ten days!
After spending such a long time, Rurik finally achieved his most basic requirements. As the saying goes, relying solely on their own orders, many children could finally line up and follow the instructions. It is astonishing how slowly they learn.
In the end, the children can truly act as a group, obey the orders and move without the whole team falling apart. At this point, everything is just the beginning.
For those children, walking in line for ten days was extremely boring.
On the morning of the eleventh day, the oldest Fisk, who had been holding back his words for many days, finally questioned Rurik face to face: "Are we enough? Do we still need to continue to practice walking? Rurik, I think I’ve walked more in the past few days than I’ve walked in my entire life.”
"Are you anxious?" Rurik responded calmly with his hands behind his back.
"Can't you change something?"
"Like fighting?"
"Yes! You train everyone to walk, isn't it just to prepare for fighting? Are you still not satisfied?"
Rurik still had a dull expression on his face. He looked at the innocent children and saw that they all had their eyes widened with anticipation.
"Maybe it's enough time." Rurik nodded, the long queue training came to an end, and the next step was really serious.
He asked everyone to continue to line up, raised his wooden sword and ordered: "Everyone, after lining up, hold your shields."
"Teams 7, 8 and 9, you guys stand out as a large group. Others continue to line up."
After giving some orders, Rurik glanced again and continued to give orders.
The six squads of thirty men in the so-called large army were formed into a horizontal team of ten men in front and three men in depth. Everyone has their shields in front, forming a tight human wall, waiting to withstand the impact.
For the three separate teams, their mission is to play the role of the enemy and spread out to attack. It has only one purpose, to break down this wall.
After explaining their intentions in public, everyone screamed with excitement.
The leader of the defensive side is Kanuf, and the leader of the attacking side is Fisk. Rurik Youwei called these two people to his side and gave special instructions.
"Did you all understand just now? Let me repeat it again, Fisk, your purpose is to break up the human wall, but I refuse the three of you teams to attack together. Kanuf, your task is to ensure the stability of the human wall and work hard to break up the human wall. Fisk pushed out. But for safety reasons you can't use sticks."
Of course Kanuf trusted Rurik very much, but unexpectedly, his arrangement with Kanuf really made Fisk dissatisfied.
"Why? Rurik, am I still worried about being hurt by their wooden swords?"
"Safety is the most important thing." Rurik warned.
At this moment, Fisk looked completely fearless: "It's just a wooden sword, am I afraid of it? I will be the man who attacks Gotland to avenge my father. Am I still afraid of getting hurt?" As he said, Fisk The little devil deliberately made a face at Kanuf: "You just use wooden swords, I am not afraid. But be careful, we will also use wooden swords."
"Hey, am I a coward? I'm not afraid of getting hurt." Kanuf gritted his teeth and retorted angrily.
The two of them have absolutely no regard for safety and danger. In other words, the adults of the Ross tribe encourage the descendants of the tribe to play dangerous games. After all, in their view, the so-called dangerous games are just a test for the real battle in the future.
Thinking of this, Rurik couldn't help but regret the deaths of his two children before his biological father, Otto. So Rurik originally had two older brothers, but they died in the "dangerous game". So what? They were very relieved, saying everything was fate.
The two returned to their respective teams, and the two groups of children also gathered together to discuss.
After a short period of time, they finally completed their preparations.
Rurik saw a group of eager guys. On one side was a wall of people standing neatly holding wooden shields, and on the other side were people standing scattered and preparing to attack.
"Are you all ready?!" Rurik asked loudly.
The two groups of people in sight raised their wooden swords to signal that they could start.
Rurik stood not far away, finally regained his composure, and shouted: "Start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the oldest Fisk, who looked like a wolf. He led the charge with an astonishing roar, and the other fourteen children were also fierce.
They showed a strong momentum, but they couldn't scare the other thirty people lined up in the human wall.
The fighting came suddenly.
The shield collided violently, and with just this collision, the human wall was suddenly broken down by Fisk and others.
The situation once again exceeded Rurik's imagination. He wondered how the dense formation of three human walls could withstand the attackers with only half of them. But the attackers and defenders have all fallen into one piece.
At this point, the testing impact and defense should have ended. They had fallen into a ball, but Rurik stared wide-eyed as he watched the group of children fall into a brawl, with the sound of wooden sticks and wooden shields banging everywhere.
Everything is meaningless. They seem to be simply venting their boredom that they have been holding back for many days, and it has turned into pure solo play, which is the "dangerous games" that these children often play on weekdays.
Rurik yelled again and personally went to pull people away. After a lot of effort, he pulled away the children who were fighting in chaos.
Many of the forty-five people actually had bruises on their noses and faces, but no one resented them. They all looked at themselves with playful smiles.
"What a tragedy!" Rurik held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at these laughing guys. He also reflected on whether his efforts for so many days were in vain.
