Taravis's heart was satisfied. He didn't have much logical consideration. He was completely defeated. Obeying the strong was to fulfill his oath. He knelt down to kiss Rurik's boots. Seeing this, his sister Saipolava imitated her brother and did exactly the same thing.
Compared to her brother, Saipolava is just like a leaf drifting with the tide on the Oulu River in autumn. She no longer cares about her fate at the mercy of others.
The two children stood up and subconsciously stood beside their father Mechasta.
Rurik opened his arms and took off his helmet, revealing a clean and beautiful golden ponytail. The smile on his face made him feel completely comfortable. But this child had just clearly shown his cold side.
This smile even made Yevro and other people who participated in the "decapitation of corpses" operation find it inappropriate. He was clearly a cute and beautiful boy who acted like that.
Mechasta has lived for so many years, and through this smile, he clearly feels the unfathomable depth of this beautiful boy.
Rurik reiterated again: "I gave you one last chance, but you were still defeated. You are brave, and I admire your courage when defending the mountain fortress. We Russians respect the brave, and maybe this battle could have been avoided." But you are the ones who took the initiative to attack my servants. There is a prisoner who claims to be from the Gray Squirrel tribe, so we come to attack you! Because you attacked my servants."
This statement was that Rurik was looking for a reasonable reason for the Russian attack. This was clearly what Otto said to the Salmon Lord tribe first. Now, Rurik finally told these words to the real gray squirrel tribe.
Mechasta looked ashamed. He kept his words deep in his heart, but he did not dare to say that it was the expedition he sent. But this is the reason why the Ross people attack. He had to imagine that if he had not sent the expedition team, and if Voyma Kashad and those people had all died, his people would not have suffered annihilation.
Today's gray squirrel tribe has been destroyed, and the remaining people will live with new identities.
Next, the Russian army finally achieved the final victory. Their faces were filled with the joy of victory, and they marched to Gray Squirrel Hill Castle in accordance with the agreement.
Even if Mechasta leads his tribe to complete surrender, they still have to pay some price.
That is all the property and materials they have stored. They are the spoils of war for the Rus and the conditions under which Rurik and Otto can satisfy their subordinates.
The vast number of Rus warriors loyally followed the leader and his son to fight, hoping to gain a lot of benefits after winning.
Otto knew this well, and so did Rurik.
In this era, don't expect that you can really restrain this group of barbaric warriors with some kind of restrictions or some kind of awe-inspiring beliefs. Rurik had lost his innocence. After experiencing the blood-soaked "Operation Northern Hunting", he really understood that the courage and bestiality of his people were all for the purpose of crazily plundering wealth after the battle.
Inappropriate metaphor, the Russians who entered the mountain fortress were like a swarm of locusts.
They scavenge for anything of value, focusing especially on furs and food.
The sun has set, and the young Ross warriors have the right to enter the mountain fort first to search, and Otto plays a leading role. He escorts Mechasta, the former owner of the mountain fort, and asks him to identify all the warehouses and cellars.
A large number of squirrel skins, deer skins, and even two bear skins and more than a dozen wolf skins were found.
There is no doubt about the value of leather, and Otto wants to get more good things. However, Mechasta claimed that the only valuable things in his hand besides leather are a large amount of hard smoked dried fish.
Otto took it for granted that the man was lying, and ordered his men to search with all their strength.
This search was remarkable. A wooden pole was inserted into the cellar entrance, which attracted the attention of more than a dozen Russian soldiers.
As the wooden bars were opened, the smell of smoked dried fish in the cellar hit our faces.
For the Russians, who had no problem eating herring raw, the fishy smell was a delicacy. They thought they found a food warehouse owned by local people, but they never expected that a living person was hidden inside.
This person is none other than the imprisoned Voima Kashad.
In the claustrophobic cellar, the Russians carrying torches deep inside immediately started fighting with poor Voyma Kashad. The guy who tried every means to escape from Ross' clutches was finally beaten until his face was covered in blood and he was almost unconscious before being dragged to the ground.
Even though there was a lot of blood on this man's face, people on the ground recognized his identity at a glance.
"It's actually the dog we escaped from. He's actually not dead."
"No way! Could it be that they just look alike?"
"No! Go and report to the leader, we have found the escaped dog!"
After all, Woima Kashad swore allegiance to him, he is now a runaway slave and deserves to be tried.
At this moment, Otto, who was already staying in the house that belonged to Mechasta, completely became the master of the mountain castle. The former master now just sat on his knees and listened to his wishes.
Otto lamented the shabbyness of the local people. He thought for a while, these guys were not Gotlanders after all, and they did not get much profit from conquering them.
Just when Otto felt unhappy and a little worried about Rurik who insisted on staying outside the mountain with the surrenders, a soldier hurried over and then half-knelt on the ground respectfully.
"Big boss, we found a person."
Otto casually said: "An enemy? Kill him!" After that, he also looked at the obedient Mechasta: "We made an agreement that all those who do not evacuate must be killed."
Mechasta was a little surprised. He had more or less guessed who the so-called person was.
The soldier who reported the news looked embarrassed: "But, that guy is..."
"What is it?"
"It's your escaped hound."
"It's him?! Voima Kashad, damn dog!" Otto's anger was instantly ignited. He suddenly stood up from the bearskin seat and asked: "You didn't kill that man, right?"
"Exactly!"
"Let's go! Let's go out. I will publicly kill this unfaithful dog!"
Otto approached the door of the wooden house angrily, and looked at Mechasta with his head raised coldly: "I'm going to kill your people. Remember, the betrayer must die."
Jevlo, who was ordered to be the translator, not only translated Otto's words, but after adding his own facial expressions, the words became full of threats.
Mechasta was so frightened that he hurriedly said that he did not dare to rebel.
Just outside, a large group of Rus held burning wood and surrounded Voima Kashad, who was obviously beaten.
Otto walked into the crowd arrogantly, took off his feet and knocked down the huddled people.
"You are a stupid dog! You must die now." After that, Otto randomly selected two people: "You two, pull this sinner up, we will publicly execute the betrayer."
Because of Woima Kashad's escape, Otto naturally lacked trust in the gray squirrel tribe. Otto sorted out many events during this period, and he increasingly felt that this dog was behind the entire war.
It was entirely Rurik's idea to pardon the tribe's survivors.
According to Otto's own idea, except for the young woman among them, the rest of the tribe should be executed together, which would save unnecessary trouble.
Rurik had never had this idea of Otto.
Outside the mountain fortress, what Rurik was doing, under the protection of the remaining soldiers, was to comfort the frightened new servants.
Maybe Rurik, who took off his helmet, gave others the impression that he was a beautiful boy, a boy who had nothing to do with violence.
Rurik penetrated into the camp of the defeated. He came unarmed. Of course, behind him was a group of warriors armed with crossbows.
The women and children did not dare to act rashly, and the surviving men also remained quiet. Two hundred pairs of eyes looked at Rurik, and then listened to his kind words.
"I am your master now, and I will take you all away. I will not humiliate you, and as long as you remain surrendered, everything will be fine.
A woman who loses her husband will find a new one. Children who have lost their parents will be nurtured by me. I will keep you all alive if you surrender.
We have discovered an iron mountain in the north. I will order you to dig for ore, and I will send people to teach you how to smelt iron. You won't have to hunt squirrels anymore, you will all be miners I can trust. If you mine ore and smelt, you will be protected by us Rus people and you will not go hungry.
If anyone dares to attack you, he will make war on the Rus. When that time comes, we will help you fight..."
Rurik estimated that these people were in extreme panic, and what they needed most was the conqueror's guarantee of their right to life.
He made such a promise and outlined a bright future for the gray squirrel tribe in public.
Also because his language was relatively fluent in the "deer farmer's language", people in Kewen could fully understand him, which invisibly increased the sense of intimacy.
After Rurik finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with crutches and strange braids stood up, carrying a leather drum.
Judging from his appearance, Rurik immediately realized that this person was a shaman.
"I am Bolla, and I am the shaman of the tribe. My child, are you the lucky one blessed by your god?"
Rurik completely understood this person's words. He understood that the original meaning of this woman's name was "owl", and looking at her dress, it did mean something owl-like.
Rurik felt a little strange when he looked at such a strange person. Because this middle-aged woman really looks like a forest elite, mysterious and ghostly.
Rurik calmed down. She was pretending to be a ghost anyway, so he should act harder.
"Everything is a prophecy. Our God sent a revelation, telling me that I will have a battle with you. I understand your language, which is also a miracle."
No one thought these remarks were bizarre. The survivors of the gray squirrel tribe, including Taravis, who sincerely expressed his surrender, were looking at the arrogant blond boy with shocked eyes at this moment.
Many people looked at the surprised shaman, waiting for her opinion.
Without the leader, the shaman was the leader of the tribe, the shaman Porla. She suddenly twitched all over, and then while beating the leather drum manically, the ghostly owl call came from her mouth.
When the tribesmen saw this, they knelt down one after another.
"What's going on?!" Rurik felt strange, and an inexplicable sense of tension sat in his head.
After some owl calls, the female shaman muttered a lot of words that no one could understand while twitching. It gave Rurik the feeling that this guy was communicating with their god?
In fact, Rurik knew that this was just a "possession" ritual. Those who didn't believe it would naturally not believe it, but this group of tribesmen clearly believed it.
All the Russians who were watching were at a loss, and Rurik muttered secretly: "You are really good at imitating bird calls. You really deserve to be called a woman called an owl."
He couldn't help but imagine that if there were a few priestesses in his tribe who were good at learning the sounds of birds and bears, life would definitely add some fun, and they would also be able to enhance the sense of ritual when they were priests. In fact, the Rus are the same as these Kovin people. Rurik really knows that his people also believe that the mountains, rivers and oceans are protected by gods. Otherwise, they would not have large-scale priests at the seaside every spring.
The shaman finally regained his composure, and the kneeling people also stood up.
The shaman carrying the leather drum separated from the crowd and stood boldly in front of Rurik. Some mercenaries wanted to drive away this guy who was approaching the financial owner, but Rurik stopped him.
"Have you finished communicating with your god?" Rurik seemed to be very knowledgeable after hearing the news.
The shaman nodded in agreement, and then she raised her leather drum and faced the other tribesmen: "The mountain god, river god, and lake god have all decided that this boy is our master. We need to trust him! Because he is a god. !”
Hearing this, Rurik almost couldn't hold it in anymore. He really didn't expect that there would be such a flattering person, but the shaman's praise of him really saved him a lot of trouble.
Rurik noticed that the fear disappeared from the faces illuminated by the campfire.
The little girl Cyberawa, who had always been submissive and had empty eyes, actually came closer.
Rurik's coat was pulled by this kid with a braided hair, "Master... are you really a god?"
"I..." Rurik wanted to deny it, but looking at the current situation, it seemed that there was no point in denying it openly. "I am a person blessed by God. Maybe I really am God."
"Then you are God. My father asked me to be your woman, and I am very happy to be... your woman. Master, are your promises true?"
In fact, Rurik is much taller than Zipolava. They are actually the same age, both are only eight years old.
After all, Rurik is just an eight-year-old body. After all, he is an old guy at heart. Now, he has become more pragmatic.
He stroked the girl's forehead and said in a gentle tone: "I will keep my promise. I am the backer you can rely on. All of you are my tribe."
After all, Saipolava was a little girl. She naively believed that the boy could get close to him without any hostility. Little did she know that it was the weapons invented by this boy and the army he raised that caused heavy casualties to the gray squirrel tribe.
Rurik comforted the Saiborava named "Lovely Squirrel" as if he were comforting his own child or his sister. In short, this girl and Terravis are both noble in this tribe.
If you want to control this tribe well, you must first control the noble people, and then the shaman holding the leather drum. As for Mechasta, Rurik felt that this person might not be of great use in the future.
Because the future belongs to young people, that is, my own generation, the young people of Rus under the rule of Rurik and all young servants.
Just as Rurik quickly appeased the helpless survivors of the gray squirrel tribe with a series of promises, making them believe that he was a conqueror who kept his word, Otto gathered a group of warriors, holding torches high, and walked out of the nearly collapsed building with great momentum. door.
The survivors who had just stabilized their mentality were now panicking again.
Rurik hurriedly reassured: "Don't be afraid! I will protect you. I am your master. No one dares to hurt you."
After saying that, Rurik hurriedly ran towards his father, and at this glance he also saw Woima Kashad who was being escorted.
"Ah! Is it this man? He's not dead?!"
"He will definitely die." Otto glanced at the escorted person, and then said to Rurik: "Now I will give you a task."
"What's going on?" Rurik asked curiously.
"It's up to you to execute this hateful traitor."
"Ah?! Do you want me to execute him personally?!"
"What? You don't dare?!" Otto said harshly, "Remember, you are the man who will inherit my career. You must kill the traitors."
"this……"
Rurik, who originally thought he was strong enough and extremely cold-blooded, hesitated on the spot after hearing his father's order.
"Don't worry. Execution of the traitor is your right and what you must do. Today, you must execute this traitor in front of those servants. You must establish your own prestige and show your authority to those servants. manner."
Rurik understood Otto's words. Otto was a very pragmatic old guy after all, so he ordered him to execute this man, not only to establish his authority but also to serve as a warning to others.
Rurik glanced at the small face and then at the obviously beaten and dying Voyma Kashad, thinking that this guy has been really unlucky in the past month.
Execute him personally? With a sword?
Rurik's heart was pounding, the weather was cold, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
An idea suddenly came to mind.
"No! I can't do it myself."
"Huh?" Otto was shocked. "That's not okay! You kill him right here. This is my order."
Rurik saw that two warriors had pinned Voima Kashad to the ground. The man had completely given up resistance and was exhaling indifferently like a walking zombie.
"That won't work either." Rurik said in a hurry, "My sword cannot be contaminated by the blood of such traitors. He must die, but he must die in a different way."
"Oh? What do you think?"
"I have my own ideas."
After a while, Woima Kashad was tied to a pine tree. In front of him, there were as many as sixteen crossbowmen lined up in two rows.
All the survivors of the Gray Squirrel tribe were ordered to watch the execution, and the rest of the Ross people and the Salmon Lord's servants held up torches and acted as spectators.
Voima Kashad was blindfolded by a rag and his mouth was stuffed with cloth, although Rurik didn't think this man still had the energy to curse.
Rurik had already thought about it. Since he was going to execute a traitor, he would make the scene grand and really kill him as a warning to others.
Rurik, holding a short sword, has become an arbiter. No one is dismissive of his short stature and young age, because almost everyone believes that this son is the "Odin Blesser".
The execution of the traitors was supervised by Rurik, and the execution was even more solemn especially under this night, as if Rurik had been authorized by Odin and Valhalla.
Rurik faced everyone and said loudly in Norse: "This man is responsible for everything. He led people to attack and enslave the deer herders, he provoked a war between us and the Salmon Lord tribe, he Bring the disaster of war to the gray squirrel tribe. This man is the source of all evil! He must die!"
Rurik repeated the same words in a language understandable to the people of Kewen, which immediately aroused strong resonance among all the people of Kewen.
Even if he is a servant, it is a helpless move. Who would want war if they could?
Everyone couldn't defeat the Russians, so they turned their anger on Voyma Kashad.
The dying Voyma Kashad was indeed not that unjust. He originally wanted to watch the Russians fight against the enemies of the Gray Squirrel tribe so as to reap the benefits, but what he ended up attracting was obviously the most ferocious monster.
Rurik heard a lot of curses in his ears, all of which were accusing Voyma Kashad.
"Alas! You are also a pitiful person, and even more so a hateful person." Rurik shook his head and muttered, turning his back to the tied man.
"Jevlo!"
"exist!"
"Execution!" Rurik ordered loudly.
Jevro personally led the mercenaries to raise the crossbow. With a command, all the crossbow arrows hit the tied prisoner. Voyma Kashad died immediately, and his death was indeed a bit useless.
"Everything is over." Rurik raised his head and glanced at his father Otto: "Dad, maybe we can leave here."
"No!" Otto said with a serious face, "The matter is not over yet!"
"Not yet?!" Rurik asked with wide eyes.
"The war is not over, unless the remaining tribes are willing to surrender to us. Listen, Rurik, our goal is to conquer all the Kovin people. We are their masters. In the future, all Kovin people must be like Novgo Just like the people of Rhodes, they pay tribute every year!”
"Okay, it's just what I want." Rurik said no more. After all, he and his father had exactly the same attitude towards this matter. However, Dad obviously wanted to complete the conquest of all the Kewen people as quickly as possible, and even caused "Operation Northern Hunting" to become "Operation Conquering the Kewen People".
The days of leaving Roseburg have been too long!
Rurik gained something. He felt that he had finally become a man with animal nature.
