The leader family of Ostararao has been completely wiped out, and even the elites of the tribe were killed by Ragnar's tribe.
The dying old man lay in the pile of corpses. He vomited blood and faced the solemn-faced local commander, hesitating in his mouth.
"Hey! Old man, now you can tell me who you are!" Ragnar stepped forward and ordered.
"I...I am the leader of the Ostra people. You Danes, how dare you attack us. Melalen...the Melalen people will...will avenge us!"
"Revenge?! If they are willing to take revenge, let's do it!" Ragnar took off his turban and revealed his face. Ragnar was a handsome young man, and his eyes revealed own strength.
"Old man, I admire your courage. Although you have fewer people than me, you still decide to fight to the end. I am Ragnar, son of Sigurd of the Ring, and the next leader of the Stonewall tribe. We are the most heroic warriors in Denmark. , even the Franks are afraid of our strength. Listen, it is your glory to die in our hands." Hearing this, the old man vomited blood and forced a smile: "Glory... Glory... I hope that we can unite with Ross. Rurik can also bring us glory." This was the first time Ragnar heard Rurik mentioning his name, and he had no idea about the details of this Rurik.
Unexpectedly, the leader of the southernmost tribe in the Northern Alliance was still talking about the Rus. To be honest, since Ragnar learned that this battle was a response to the Russian sneak attack.
So wouldn't it be better to target the Russians? It's a pity that the alliance leader only plans to attack a few Siweiya tribes in the south.
In other words, this Ostra man has to atone for the actions of Ross Rao, and then it may be the Melalen people who take revenge for today's war.
Ragnar looked at the corpses here again, only a few of them were his own tribe. Yes, he achieved a great victory in the first battle he personally directed.
He vigorously shook off the blood on his sword and walked straight towards the dying leader of Ostra, determined to give him a happy life and gain the glorious honor of personally killing the leader of the enemy tribe.
The dying leader has closed his eyes and is waiting for his final destination. But the heartbreaking cry of a girl suddenly reached his ears, causing him to open his eyes suddenly, and his body that was limp due to excessive blood loss stiffened again.
He raised his head hard, his eyes widened, and his mouth full of blood was opened in a daze. At this moment, even Ragna, who was holding a sharp sword, stopped.
"Hey! You two, restrain your new slaves and don't let them cry." Apparently, Ragna noticed the two poor girls.
The methods used by the two men to restrain the children were very rough. The two girls were howling, but their mouths were covered by their dirty, calloused hands, and they could only moan.
At this point, Ragna shook off the blood on his sword and stood in front of the dying old man.
"First, you can die. Don't worry, the Valkyrie will recognize your bravery. In a few decades, we will meet in Valhalla." With that, Ragna held the hilt of the sword with both hands and was about to stab it deeply. .
"Wait!" The old man used all his strength, stretched out his arms, and pointed at the two captured children: "Only welcome...only them. Those two children."
"child?"
"They... are my children. I just hope you can forgive them."
"Really?" Ragnar put down his sword,
"They will be my slaves. Don't worry, my people will treat them well."
"O brave man of Denmark! I beg you to spare... spare them."
"Why?" Ragnar looked disdainful.
"They are my granddaughters, children of the noble tribe. You are also a noble person, and you must not see noble people reduced to slaves. I...please let them go and let them escape. God is watching us. You put Let them go and let God decide their fate." After hearing this, Ragna looked at the two girls again.
He thought that if the two children were older, it would be okay for him to take them as his wives and concubines. It is indeed tragic for a girl of noble status to become a slave of ordinary people.
Considering that his father Sigurd felt that this battle was inappropriate, he decided to join the battle more to gain military exploits.
To hell with helping the Gotlanders take revenge and so on! He pointed his sword at his men and ordered: "You two, let go of the children in your hands."
"Sir, why? According to tradition..." one person questioned.
"Listen to my order! Let her go! The girl in your hand is nobler than you!" Compared to the residents of Svealand, the Danes are actually more advanced. Denmark is only one leader away from becoming a country. The ceremony of becoming a king.
The division of power within the Danish Union has been basically completed. The leaders of those tribes are nobles, and all members of the chief family are also nobles.
A captured noblewoman, she was not meant to be a slave. Grant her either death or marriage to another noble.
In short, it was not the turn of a different warrior to decide her fate. Under pressure from the commander, the two soldiers put the girls on the ground but still held their hands.
Ragna turned to look at the old man who continued to vomit blood: "I will let them go. They will flee in the forest and lake. Whether they survive or not depends on God's will. In this way, you can rest assured." The old man seemed to What he wanted to say was so hesitant that Ragnar couldn't understand.
But from the old man's eyes, Ragnar understood that he held the sword and stabbed it hard, completing the final battle.
At this time, a crowd of onlookers shouted
The name "Ragnar". Only the two girls watched helplessly as their grandfather was killed by the Danish invaders.
Ragnar wiped his sword clean and immediately ordered: "Brothers, go and get what you want. Remember, there are no nobles in this tribe, so go and plunder your slaves!" Everyone obeyed the order and immediately began to plunder. feast.
Only Ragnar, who is destined to inherit the position of leader of his clan, goes to plunder in person? forget it. He took away the broken and valuable leader's sword from the dead leader's hand as a proof of honor.
He approached the two girls who were standing still and crying, and ordered the two soldiers guarding the girls to leave. They were crying and baring their teeth, looking like they wanted revenge.
But they didn't just run away, obviously waiting for their terrible fate. Ragnar was not angry either, and ordered with a straight face: "Your grandfather begged me to let you go. You two are nobles, and I forgive you. Now, let's go!" The two girls remained motionless, completely in a daze.
"Go!" Then he kicked the taller one. She was already there to help her sister fall down again, but it was this kick that made her wake up completely.
She got up, ignoring her injuries, and pulled her sister Sayazi, who was still dazed, to run for her life. At this moment, one of his subordinates approached Ragna and said, "Sir, let them go like this."
"Yes! Let them go, I forbid you to pursue them. Remember, only nobles can decide the fate of nobles, and you are not worthy." Ragnar had his own principles, and his men captured more than thirty people in the chaos. Almost all of them are women here, and they are not of high status.
Yes, except for the two girls he let go, there are no nobles in this tribe. Invade hostile tribes, capture their women, and bring them back to your hometown to increase your strength.
Danish tribes have been accustomed to this mode of expanding their strength since ancient times. His people captured a handful of prisoners in a short period of time, as well as some cattle and sheep, as well as a small amount of grain.
With these captures, he felt that his men could continue fighting for a long time. Ragnar, he thought of the possibility of continuing north and attacking the northern Melalen tribe.
After all, this is the trade period. If a huge army raids at this time and catches the enemy by surprise, they will definitely gain huge benefits. It will also be a heavy blow to the Northern Alliance.
In the vicinity of Ragnar's troops, many houses were already on fire.
"My lord, it must be the Gotlanders. They must be setting the fire." Ragnar's general pointed at the smoking wolf smoke.
Ragnar raised his head, sniffing the burning smell in the air.
"Sir, how about we also set fire?"
"Forget it." Ragnar shook his head.
"Don't waste the tinder, we have to keep the beach for bonfires. Brothers, go to the beach with the seizure. Follow me!" The arsonists were first of all the vengeful Gotlanders.
Among the 1,000 Gotland soldiers who led the battle, nearly 200 of them came from the previously destroyed Schickenberg.
They were the ones who realized that they could not defeat Ross Rao. They were temporarily settled by the families in the north, and each one was eager for revenge.
Who would have thought that the opportunity for revenge would come just over twenty years later. But they had just experienced unforgettable hatred, and the target of their hatred was aimed at the Siiya Tribe Alliance in the entire north.
Anyone who belongs to that Lianmei tribe is an enemy. They were implementing the decision of the alliance leader Hafgen. After the fall of Ostara, they were the first to start a tit-for-tat attack.
Those who dared to resist were killed, their property emptied, and their houses burned to the ground. Following closely behind were the Oslo mercenaries who were still hungry.
Three hundred Oslo peasants are mercenaries who have no desire to harm their enemies. First of all, everyone used Le Mai's money to fight for them, and secondly, all the plunder was their own.
This group of people tried their best to avoid killing people and were particularly focused on capturing prisoners. Their purpose is quite simple. Those captured women, the Oslo mercenaries just want to take them back to their hometown to live as wives and concubines.
Harv basically planned to let the allies and mercenaries take the lead, so that the losses would be theirs, and his own people could reap the benefits.
Who would have thought that the enemy's combat power is not high. The enemy was defeated quickly, allowing the allies to take the lead
"Eat meat", when it's your own turn, you really can only eat the leftovers. Hafgen ordered a thousand of his soldiers to attack, and in the end the group captured a handful of prisoners and a dozen cattle and sheep.
Look at the allies! An ally with only two warships, they actually captured more than a hundred cattle!
The most ruthless tribe controls more than 300 cattle. In fact, the entire Ostara tribe raises more than 5,000 cattle. Without such a scale, they would not be able to become a large supplier of cowhide to their allies.
Ragna led his men to the beach in great numbers. Everyone thought they had captured a lot, but they didn't know what abundance meant until they arrived at the beach.
The houses of the Ostara tribe were set on fire one after another, and a large number of warriors, as well as a large number of cattle and sheep gathered on the narrow beach.
The cattle and sheep were also frightened by the fire, and their cries even overwhelmed the bustling crowd.
"Sir, it seems that we were busy fighting their nobles and missed the good opportunity to search." A general said regretfully.
"At least we got the honor, and you got the honor after me."
"However, the cattle and sheep were snatched away by them."
"You are so stupid, my brother. In the future, people will only remember that we killed the leader of Ostararao, and that's it." With that said, Hafgen certainly hopes that his own people can also rob hundreds of them. Cattle and sheep.
Then the question comes, there are cattle and sheep on the beach, how to transport them back to their hometown? With a loser's ship?
enough? ! Even so, Ragnar has not forgotten the thought of continuing to fight north. He ordered his people to stay in place and rest, and he could immediately slaughter a cow and barbecue it for meat.
Ragnar took two followers to find the alliance leader Hafgen to discuss the next countermeasures. Finally, in a makeshift tent on the beach, he saw Hafgen, who had no blood on his chainmail and was neatly dressed, as well as most of the dirty alliance commanders who had been rushed here.
Everyone's faces were filled with smiles of victory and the joy of the harvest, and they were busy discussing the next countermeasures.
As Hafgen arrived in high spirits, a military meeting was held in the beach tent. Alliance leader Hafgen looked at all those present and said in a deep voice: "The entire settlement is burning. Gotlanders, your grudges should be avenged."
"Yes, Lord Alliance Leader." An old guy said happily: "The Northern Alliance has paid a price, and we have also gained a lot of benefits. We have plundered a lot of cattle and sheep. These are the results that can only be achieved under your wise leadership. "Hafgen felt very comfortable after hearing this. He asked some more people, and they all claimed that they had looted a lot of good things.
The last thing he saw was the young warrior with a wooden face: "Ragna, son of Sigurd. Judging from your face, maybe you are not satisfied with the capture?" Ragnar did have a wooden face, and he was pretending. Complimentary response: "Great leader, we are different from them. I led my people to focus on fighting the enemy, while the others focused on plundering. Maybe I was lucky enough to kill this tribe myself. The leader." Hafgen was surprised: "Ah, you took away this honor?" In this way, many commanders cast their surprised eyes on this young man.
Ragnar flicked his neck and ordered his subordinates to hand over a curved iron sword with a hilt inlaid with many gems.
Hafgen held the useless sword. He noticed that the bent blade was full of gaps, and he had estimated that there were a lot of them.
"Leader, I will give you this sword."
"Give it to me?! Forget it." Hafgen felt deeply offended. He threw the sword to Ragnar roughly, causing it to fall directly on the sandy ground of the beach.
"I am a warrior. I have not earned this honor. I do not deserve this sword. Ragnar, it is yours."
"Okay." Ragna knelt down and picked up the sword, facing all the commanders: "I will take this sword back. You all understand what the leader means, it was me who killed this Osta. Leader of the Ra tribe, the glory belongs to me, Ragnar." If you want to chat about "The Rise of Rurik" with more like-minded people, follow us on WeChat
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