Seagulls wandered on the shore, and gull droppings fell from the sky from time to time. The birds came for the scraps of the Rus' food, pecking at the fish tails and other scraps of food that the people threw away, and the noise woke everyone up.
Some of the unfortunate seagulls were shot down by the hunters in the group, an act that truly astonished Arik.
Those arrows obviously cannot penetrate chain armor. It is for this reason that Arik and many people despise the role of archers.
Unexpectedly, the skills of the bow hunters in the tribe have reached the level where they can shoot down flying seagulls.
Downed seagulls twitched on the beach and were beaten by the incoming waves. The happy hunter hurriedly ran back, took back the struggling seagull, chopped off its head with an axe, and then used his powerful palm force to pluck out its feathers wildly.
However, the twenty or so largest seagull flight feathers are specially kept by hunters.
There is no other reason. The feathers of arrows are made of various waterfowl feathers.
The seagulls were expertly disemboweled, skewered on sticks, and roasted directly on the bonfire by the hunters.
There are also some people who just used short spears to catch some swimming fish in the shallow sea. It is really a pleasure to have fresh food for breakfast before sailing.
One of Arik's waiters handed him a grilled fish. Look at the fish's hideous appearance and its burnt black surface.
Without thinking much, Arik grabbed a little bit of salt from the small linen bag tied to his belt, sprinkled it on, and started chewing it without restraint.
Finally, he used a fish rib as a toothpick to shave his bad-mouthed teeth.
He looked at the sea again, "This is really a good place, not like our home. Look at this area, the grass has long grown wildly, and the woods have turned green. On the hillside of Roseburg, those trees have just sprouted."
"Yes." One of his friends sighed, "Why would the leader go to that big lake in the east to establish a settlement? I think this place is very good."
"I also think he is right. Maybe we can build a settlement here and farm here. In short, it will be better than our hometown."
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Roseburg is my hometown, but it is not a sweet hometown.
Once a large number of young people know that there is a vast world outside, they naturally desire to develop in warmer and more comfortable places.
As for the Courland Peninsula, the climate conditions are far better than those in Fort Ross in the north.
Because of Courland, the lowest winter temperature in this era rarely drops below minus ten degrees, and the usual highest winter temperatures are above freezing. Therefore, this area is warm enough for winter wheat to survive. For the Viking tribes, it was a geomantic treasure.
Arik almost instinctively decided that this was a good place. Unfortunately, someone had already arrived at the good place first.
Danes have already entered the inland areas to build settlements, and they have had in-depth exchanges with the Latgar people living in the bay. This Latgal is the so-called Latvian, and their core settlement is none other than Riga. The name of this city comes from the name of the Latvian nation.
If this Russian force intends to enter the interior, the chance of them meeting Danish immigrants is actually not high.
In this era, a kingdom may not have a population of 100,000 people, and a city with 10,000 people is very rare.
The entire Courland has abundant water and grass, a mild climate, and is also inaccessible.
The situation on Gotland is actually similar.
After eating, many Russian warriors pushed the boat into the sea, and then climbed onto the boat one by one.
Harold Johnson, the "war chief" who also serves as the navigator, has the sun as his misfortune today. He is very confident to lead everyone towards the destination.
The sails were opened, and a gentle and gentle south wind blew from the sea.
The fleet formed an ellipsoid formation again, and the whole fleet made an S-shape on the ocean. Everyone continued to paddle and headed due west.
Crossing the ocean is undoubtedly a dangerous operation, and even the Danes are usually unwilling to do such high-risk operations. Unless their goal is to land in Britain and loot gold, they have no choice but to cross the vast North Sea.
Attack on Britain, Norway
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