The temporary job of the twenty Russians was to frantically throw the heads on the sleds into the wall. According to Rurik, this would scare the enemy and force them to surrender.
As many as seven hundred heads were thrown over, and the high walls of the mountain castle were filled with these terrifying beings. Those women and children who took refuge without knowing where they were, how could they expect to see so many ferocious and miserable heads in their lifetime? The entire gray squirrel tribe fell into crazy screams.
Rurik, as well as his warriors on the front line, all heard the screams of a large number of women.
"This is the reinforcement you are expecting! This is the head of your reinforcement! You have completely failed! Surrender and become our slaves, you will not be killed. Otherwise, we will knock down your wall and everyone will die."
Rurik spoke in the ancient Sami language he learned from Rumia, and of course the Kovin people understood it completely.
The mountain fortress was full of ferocious heads, and Mechasta was already disheartened. All the warriors who wanted to fight, including his ten-year-old son, had now suffered a mental breakdown.
Rurik continued to roar: "The tribe that caught the salmon has become our servants, and their people have been treated well! Now, there are only two choices before you! Be our servants! Or be killed!"
Mechasta thought, isn't that child actually a Varyag? But a child from a tribe that is a servant of the Varangians?
He felt that the language Rurik spoke made people feel kind of friendly, but the content of the language was chilling.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Mechasta stood up resolutely.
The sudden appearance of a man caused the crossbowmen led by Yevro to aim at him.
Mechasta took courage and shouted: "As long as we give up resistance and become your slaves! Can my people continue to live?"
Rurik was pleased with his enemy's willingness to cooperate, and shouted loudly: "I! Rurik! The successor of the leader of the Rus' people! The one blessed by the great god Odin! The master of all deer farmers! The leader of the salmon-catching tribe Master! Who are you?!"
Mechasta's heart tightened. He didn't expect that this child was quite young, even though he didn't understand some of the vocabulary at all. But Mechasta knew a little bit about the legend of the Rus. He first knew the concept of "Russ" and knew that this tribe belonged to a branch of the Varyag people. But he never thought that Varyag's fighting power was so crazy.
"I...my name is Mechasta. The leader of the Gray Squirrel Tribe, this is our land, you...why did you attack us?"
Why? A good but pointless question.
Rurik has a little bit of truth on this issue, but what's the use of talking about it now?
Rurik yelled: "People of the Gray Squirrel Tribe, this is your fate! All Corvin people will become slaves of us Rus people. This is your fate. All of you! All of you belong to me, Rurik. Servant! I can swear to the gods here. You surrender! Be my servant! All men! Women! And children! Your life will be guaranteed! As long as you decide to give up resistance! You!"
Rurik stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Mechasta: "You. Kneel before me, kiss my boots, and swear to be my servant. All of you will be guaranteed life. If you refuse! All of you will die."
Mechasta knew that these guys were definitely serious. What was very bad was that he no longer had the capital to continue fighting.
He had no other choice, so he finally gave up on his resistance and ordered his frightened tribesmen to move out all the debris blocking the door.
Gray Squirrel Hill Castle, Kaicheng surrenders!
This decision was of course met with opposition and doubts from some people. Many women knelt on the ground and begged the leader not to do this.
Mechasta's attitude was very decisive: "You all stand up! The Russians have sworn to their gods! As long as we open the city and surrender, everyone will still be alive. Otherwise, everyone will die."
Mechasta was still surrounded by some women, but other women had already begun to move the debris blocking the door.
More and more people were shaken mentally and pinned their chances of survival on the charity of the Russians.
Gradually, all the Russians, including Rurik, noticed that the large wooden door, which had been knocked nearly to pieces, finally showed signs of being opened.
The wooden door cracked a crack, and someone came out cautiously. That person was none other than the man who was standing on the city wall before.
The wooden door gradually opened completely, causing strong agitation in the Russian army.
Otto ordered everyone to keep quiet and not to attack rashly.
Behind Mechasta were hundreds of doubtful tribesmen. He came to beg for surrender on behalf of all living tribesmen.
Rurik stood proudly, and behind him were crossbowmen with crossbows and majestic sword-and-shielders.
"Come! Servant. Prove your loyalty!" Rurik said, drawing his dagger.
Mechasta's face was solemn. When he left, he inserted his ancestral iron sword directly into the ground and opened his hands to prove that he had no weapons.
He approached Rurik, suddenly knelt on the ground, and without any words he kissed Rurik's boots, and then finally knelt straight. A grown man knelt down to a child. Mechasta felt a sense of humiliation. He could only do this for the sake of the possibility of survival of the tribal people.
"My master, will you keep your promise?" Mechasta asked cautiously.
Rurik, who was in a good mood, smiled and said: "Of course! I swore to the gods! As long as you surrender sincerely, I will keep my promise. Is your surrender sincere?"
Mechasta always felt that Russians were easily angered and repented, so he hurriedly said: "We are sincere."
"Okay! You stand up, let all your people come out, and you come to appease them. My people will enter your mountain fortress. Remember, anyone who does not evacuate is an enemy who must be killed."
In this way, the remaining members of the Gray Squirrel tribe, with great anxiety, supported each other and walked out of the mountain fortress they had held for a long time with bare hands.
There were a large number of Ross warriors, and when they saw a large number of people coming out, there was fire in their eyes.
The Russians had no hatred towards these mountain fortress defenders. Because of Otto's pre-war instigation, everyone clearly regarded those people as a pile of treasure. If Otto hadn't taken control of the situation, a large group of people would have rushed forward to catch their slaves with their own hands.
But no one dared to disobey the order. Everyone was unwilling to see the guards leave the mountain fort and gather together again. It was obvious that Rurik was now the master of those people.
Each slave can be exchanged for a sum of money after resale, which can be his own living expenses for half a year, or he can simply use the slave to work and earn his own income. Or simply upgrade the slave girl to a wife.
Everyone regards slaves as important resources, and Rurik has this attitude.
Compared to his own tribe, Rurik was at a very high level. Seeing that all the gray squirrel tribesmen had basically come out, Rurik also thought of a strategy to resettle them.
A strung crossbow was pointed at these people who were huddled in fear. Most people with keen eyes did not know what the "terrible short arrow" was until this moment. The strange weapons held by those strong men were short arrow launchers. Anyone who was hit by an arrow died immediately.
Mechasta, who surrendered, was always in fear, fearing that the Russians would order a massacre.
However, everyone is already fat on the chopping block, and now they can only obey the arrangements of the Russians.
"Have all your people come out?" Rurik put on a arrogant posture, but he clearly looked like a child, and he could not intimidate everyone here.
Mechasta hurriedly complimented: "The living people have come out, and now there are only the dead in our mountain fortress."
Rurik narrowed his eyes and warned: "Really? My men are about to enter the mountain fort. Those who do not evacuate are our enemies and must be executed. Do you know?!"
Mechasta hesitated because a handful of seriously injured tribesmen did not die. There is also a person imprisoned in the cellar, Voyma Kashad, who has a certain relationship with the Varyag people.
At this point, he knew that he could only protect the remaining tribesmen who could still move around independently.
"My master, we all understand. We are your slaves and we do as you please."
"Is this really true?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes. We are your loyal servants."
Rurik shook his head: "No! You are all my slaves. Remember, your master is me, Rurik! What is your name?"
"I am Mechasta, leader of the tribe."
"You were defeated and became my slaves. I should have separated you and divided you evenly among my people."
When Mechasta heard this, he immediately looked horrified. He knelt on the ground and begged: "Great Russian people, I just ask you not to break us up. We... all of us, elect you to be our leader now. "
"Oh?" Rurik found it very interesting, because even in the language of ancient Finns, leader and slave owner are completely different concepts.
As for Rurik, he didn't like the identity of "slave owner". He naturally felt that this word was dirty. Although his current identity is clearly that of a slave owner, if he could have a gentler identity, he would feel more comfortable in his heart.
"Being your leader? That's not impossible. However, I am already your master. I can preserve your integrity and protect your lives, but you must show your loyalty."
"Yes! Great leader, I want to present you a gift." In order to survive, Mechasta transformed into a hound and tried his best to cater to his new master.
He felt that he helped the tribe find the most beneficial way to survive, and this noble man named Rurik was obviously more reasonable.
Mechasta quickly pulled out his two sons and daughters from the crowd.
Ten-year-old Terravis pouted reluctantly, and eight-year-old Saipolava's dull expression was like a leaf drifting with the tide.
Mechasta ordered the two children to kneel before Rurik, and further ordered them to kiss Rurik's boots.
"What do you mean?!"
How willing is Mechasta's heart? For the future safety of the tribe, he felt that as a leader, he needed to make a great sacrifice. It was appropriate to sacrifice two children in exchange for the safety of the entire tribe.
Mechasta complimented: "My lord, these are my two children. My daughter can be your personal servant, and my son can fight for you."
What is this? Marriage?
Seeing the little girl's submissive look, she was clearly frightened. This mechanical kneeling gesture made Rurik feel pity.
But the boy who was a little shorter than him, and was said to be ten years old, was clearly a stubborn calf.
Seeing that his son did not kneel down, Mechasta panicked and immediately kicked his son's knees.
Taravis had a stubborn face. He fell and got up immediately. He fell down and got up again.
"He is very stubborn..." As he said that, Rurik pulled out his dagger.
When Mechasta was shocked, he saw Tyravis, who was only ten years old, rushing towards Rurik, eager to fight with both hands. However, this move is meaningless against Rurik, who is proficient in wrestling.
Rurik was taken aback, and with a clean movement of his legs, he pinned the attacker down, and Rurik's dagger was directly pressed against the man's neck.
Jevro didn't even react. Seeing that his master had successfully solved the battle, he felt a little relieved and immediately ordered his men to take three steps forward and fire the crossbow at any time.
Because of his youngest son's crazy behavior, Mechasta knelt on the ground trembling with fear. He begged: "My master! He is still a child! Please don't be impulsive and please forgive him."
"Why?! He's obviously attacking me."
At the same time, Otto had quietly appeared behind Rurik with all the warriors in chainmail. Otto deliberately delegated power. He decided to be a bystander and watch Rurik handle the conquest properly.
There was a small disturbance, but Rurik was completely under control of the situation. While Otto felt relieved, he couldn't help but wonder whether these people were still deliberately resisting.
Rurik soon noticed his father's presence. Those armored elites were all here. I was afraid that once his father got angry and gave an order, wouldn't the surrenderers here be wiped out like melons and vegetables? That would not be in line with your wishes.
Even in such a crisis, Tyravis, who was pinned down, found that he was unable to fight back, and there was also the fear of the cold sword beside his neck.
Tyravis was still unconvinced and shouted: "You! I should have shot you with my bow! You escaped! Now I...I have no chance. You kill me."
Rurik was really shocked, and his hand holding the sword hilt tightened: "What? Are you the archer?"
"That's me! You're lucky I didn't shoot you."
"My luck? No, that's fate. You are destined to be our servants."
"No! I don't accept it!" Telavis tried his best to shout in defiance.
"You don't accept it? You are defeated, you are losers. I can save your life, as long as you are willing to be my slave. Believe me, this is your reward."
humiliation? sad? In fact, Terravis, a real child, did not have so many thoughts. Even his father, Mechasta, prioritized how to survive.
Telavis' only thought was that he longed for a duel on equal terms with his opponent.
"I...I want to fight you. As long as you defeat me, I will be your servant. If I win, all my people will be free."
The Russian troops present and all those who understood the local language felt that this son's words were too ridiculous.
The vanquished trying to reason with the victor? In what manner?
Instead, Rurik sheathed his sword in front of everyone and released his leg that was suppressing Tyravis from getting up.
"Since you want to fight? Come on!" After saying that, Rurik took off his sword, dragged the chain armor, handed it to his father, and explained his thoughts.
"You don't need to duel with them. That kid can't defeat you, so why bother?" Otto had doubts and at the same time ordered all his soldiers to act as spectators.
Rurik's answer was also very subtle: "That child is somewhat similar to us. When encountering a battle, he perseveres to the end. You also appreciate this quality."
This statement spoke to Otto's heart, a competition is okay, although his son must have won a great victory, just using the power of freedom as a bet, how can these losers claim that as long as they win the fight, they must regain their freedom?
But Rurik just showed his identity and made a solemn promise.
On one side are the submissive Gray Squirrel tribe survivors huddled together, and on the other are the arrogant Ross warriors wearing chainmail.
Rurik and Terravis stared at each other.
Rurik's eyes were burning, and he pointed his eyes directly at his enemy: "I am the successor of the leader of the Ross tribe. You are the successor of the leader of the Gray Squirrel tribe. You and I both represent our respective tribes. Now, I give you a chance. Your name is What's the name?"
"Taravis."
"Okay! Tyravis, this is our agreement, and it is also an agreement that is watched by God. I will keep my promise. And you, if you are still defeated, you must truly be my servant."
"I will not lose!" Terravis said firmly. "I will break your front teeth and you will plead. But if I lose, I will be your servant. I swear to our God."
"Very good. Come on then!" Rurik stretched out his right hand in a provocative gesture, although he didn't think the other party understood the meaning of a middle finger.
The provocation finally paid off, and the child rushed over.
A fight is a fight, and Rurik is indeed a little younger than Tyravis. In terms of overall quality, Rurik is the winner. What's more, this North Germanic body is inherently stronger than the Finnish people.
Rurik saw the opportunity, and first accurately broke Terravis's crumbling baby teeth with an elbow strike, and then used several grappling techniques to pin him to the ground again. Rurik deliberately broke Terravis's fingers, threatening to break them off.
Everything was expected. Why did Otto feel so familiar when he saw this scene?
"It hurts! It hurts! My master, I surrender!"
"Ah! Don't break up anymore."
"Have you surrendered? Do you admit defeat?" Rurik asked deliberately.
"Yes! I surrender and I will be loyal to you."
At this moment Rurik was willing to believe it, so he let go of his hand.
Finally, the unruly Tyravis was finally tamed. He knelt down on his own initiative and told his story of archery with his toothy mouth, and then expressed his surrender.
"Are you the archer? I really can't tell you are an expert in archery?!"
The kneeling Terravis introduced himself and said: "I can do many things for you. I am an excellent archer. As long as you can ensure the safety of my people."
"Of course, I am an honest person and you can trust me." At this moment, Rurik's mind was spinning wildly and he thought of Temujin's subjugation of the bad guys and the name he gave him.
Rurik couldn't help but think so, because Zhebie means "arrow", and the name Tyravis is also related to arrows.
"Okay! You appreciate your archery skills very much. As long as you truly surrender, I don't care about your archery against me. I will arrange some things for you, such as letting you train a group of archers. You Fight for me and you will be rewarded."
Rurik's words concealed his plans for Terravis' future. Rurik needs a right-hand man and some military training coaches. This boy has excellent archery skills at a young age. Is he a genius like Zhebie?
Keeping it in your account is the right way.
As well as the survivors of these servant gray squirrel tribes, Rurik chose a brand new future for them, an arrangement that these squirrel catching masters could never imagine and had nothing to do with catching squirrels. , but it is a major benefit to the Russian people.
