In the small tent, Olegin sat arrogantly. There were some oil lamps beside him, and the dancing flames illuminated his golden crown even more.
Outside the tent, the only remaining soldiers in black were still guarding An. They are already the last elite, their partners have died in large numbers, and their willingness to continue following the past battles is almost entirely due to the filling of their dry linen bags. They have no faith and only fight for money.
The arrogance of Olegin sitting in the tent concealed his worries.
I'm afraid that I can only use money to exchange for the continued support of my allies.
Soon, the dukes from various tribes came to know the news. Olegin's son Karl, because he did not find a suitable woman among the prisoners, had to come back angrily.
The fire burned more and more fiercely, but the flames must not burn to the coalition camp near the shore. After experiencing the war, the ecstatic spirits of the warriors from various tribes were quickly diluted by physical and mental exhaustion. After eating the captured food, many of them stayed in their armor, curled up next to the fire and fell asleep.
They were just ordinary warriors. In this battle, many of them grabbed some trophies before the flames got out of control, such as small pottery bowls, cloths, iron knives, fishing nets, and other miscellaneous things. They are just ordinary people, and they only grabbed a lot of ordinary daily necessities. Not to mention, these tools themselves are also needed by everyone.
The warriors believed that the self-proclaimed leader would distribute the large amounts of loot to each tribe according to the pre-war contract. At that time, every warrior who survived until the end of the battle would receive a considerable amount of wealth.
Kalmar is the last battle! The coalition won a great victory!
Many brothers died, that was their fate!
The living people fell asleep peacefully one after another, because they felt that if they stayed here for two or three days at most, the army should return home with the loot.
Ordinary soldiers thought this way, and Olegin was still unable to notice that the morale of the army he had assembled had quietly turned into a deflated ball.
Soon, the tent became crowded, and the dukes of each tribe exuded a strong smell of sweat. They were in chains, and their faces were full of joy after the harvest.
Olegin, however, had a majestic face, making the atmosphere very strange.
In fact, Otto and Rurik already knew everything through leaked messengers.
"My brothers, you are all here, and it seems that you have also grabbed a lot of loot."
The king spoke, but no one boasted about their rich harvest, because no one was a fool. Everyone knew that Olegin must have grabbed most of the coins, and Melalen was the biggest winner.
Everyone was thinking this, and Olegin simply explained this point directly: "My Melalen warriors discovered the enemy's treasury, and our army made a fortune. Such the most precious treasure, according to the contract, I have the right to distribute it." In my hands. Therefore, all this silver is the wealth of my Mellaren people."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present straightened their backs. Everyone felt incredible that Olegin would say such a thing.
"What? Are you stunned? Still don't understand what I'm saying? I'm telling you, because this is what I, a Melalen man, discovered, so naturally it is my trophy."
No one was stunned at this time, even if there were too many dirt in the ear holes, Olegin's announcement of "eating alone" still shocked everyone.
In an instant, everyone stood up suddenly, and everyone pointed their fingers at Olegin and accused him of being ridiculous.
Originally, Wendelson of Hjelmalen felt that he was being manipulated by his allies, but now it seems that his speculation is true.
The old guy Wenderson, who was always known for his calmness, stretched out his fingers and yelled: "Okay! Olegin, you let us Yermalen people fight to the death, and you took all the benefits?! It's not fair! Give it to us as promised! Where are the large amounts of gold and silver?”
"That's right!" Even Oak from Gran jumped out and shouted: "Even if we send very few troops, we still have to give me silver coins."
The chicken thieves' Gran people have almost suffered no losses in the battle so far. The key to achieving this is not to rush to the front line rashly. You can go grab some leftovers. Oak really knows that he has used too many names for the purpose of plundering, and the few people in his tribe will fall apart in minutes.
Who is brave and who is a thief, couldn't Olegin see it?
Even the reckless Karl knew what kind of virtue the Gran people showed in this war.
The king suddenly became the target of many people, and every good-looking duke present was cursing in vicious words.
Olegin had lived a long time, he expected that this would be the case, and made some plans. He was not angry at all, because this was all part of his plan.
Unexpectedly, Karl was a huge variable.
In Karl's opinion, his father had made an arrangement that he was extremely satisfied with. He suddenly drew his sword and pointed the arrow at the aggressive dukes.
In an instant, the dukes also drew their swords one after another, as if they were going to kill each other in the tent. This scene was so frightening that Ryuri pulled Carlotta and subconsciously got behind his father, for fear that a fight would actually splatter his face with blood. .
"What do you want to do? Do you want Mingqiang? To attack your king? Let me tell you, our Melalen warriors took this money with our lives. Aren't you also using your skills to capture prisoners, cattle and sheep? We Did the people of Mellaren ask for it from you? So why are you angry? All the silver coins are ours, that's fair enough."
"Bah! Is this fair? Olegin!" Wenderson, who was holding a somewhat curved iron sword, roared in a low voice: "Don't hide behind your son. Look at my sword. It became curved when I killed the enemy. We The Hjärmalen people have made huge sacrifices, but they never expected to meet someone like you who goes back on your word."
"Yes!" Angref of Unclas echoed loudly: "Take out our money. Don't pretend to be confused. Everyone has seen that you Melalen grabbed a lot of boxes, which contain gold and silver."
It was impossible to convince everyone, and Olegin didn't want to talk nonsense. He stood up and complained in his heart that his son was too impulsive, so he pulled him away.
Olegin had a cracked old face, facing the swords of his allies, looking fearless.
"Don't talk nonsense now. It's natural to grab things based on your ability and keep them for yourself. I made a promise, and what I said was to distribute wealth after the war is over. Do you think the war is over?"
"It's over! It's all over! Kalma has been defeated, we need to evacuate." Wenderson shouted.
"No! It's not over yet." Olegin had already sheathed his sword and approached his allies. "I learned that there is another silver castle in the east, which is already the territory of the Danes. There are mountains of silver coins there! Brother! Guys, are you just sticking to the immediate interests? Oh, is it the lake that limits your imagination? Follow me and continue south to conquer the Silver Fortress. The silver coins there are huge wealth that we cannot spend in a hundred years. . All of you will become extremely rich! Think about it, the Danes are only that strong. We went south and killed those Danes and captured the Silver Mountain."
Hearing this, Wenderson's attitude was a little shaken: "You...you lied. If you don't give me money now, how can you guarantee it in the future? I don't care, I want to withdraw, and I want you to come up with the money, otherwise!"
"how?"
"If my soldiers are not rewarded, they will leave on their own. Olegin, I understand, you want your brothers to continue to follow you south to fight the Danes! Where is your sincerity? Just making a promise? We have to silver!"
Everyone's mood became restless again, and all they said was "we want cash."
But in the eyes of Otto and Rurik, the Malaren people were about to go back on their word. "Oops, what I was worried about actually happened. If this Olegin breaks the contract and doesn't give me wheat after the war, or delays it. Damn it, if that happens, I really want to beat him up!" Rurik glared. His eyes were thinking about a big event, and his mind was deducing that he led the Russian army into Lake Malaren to arm soldiers begging for wheat.
Although Rurik doesn't want to fight among others, some people don't want to be human anymore.
Originally, Olegin wanted to mark a new combat target and attract everyone with the "silver mountain", so that everyone would continue to work with him even if they could not get silver coins.
But he ignored that he clearly knew the facts about "Silver Castle", a Danish settlement in the south, from the servants and the killed merchants. How did others know? How to determine that there is really a silver mountain there? To say the least, who knows whether the Malaren people who really got Silver Mountain Olegen eat alone.
Everyone was clamoring for silver coins, and everyone threatened that they could not get the silver coins. They went back home. As for whether to recognize Olegin's family as the king in the future, then...
This was the threat of Wendelson of Yermalen, which suddenly shocked Olegin into a cold sweat.
Before this, Olegin was not afraid of anything, but the private army he was so proud of, including the most elite 500 people, now only has more than 70 people left after the war. The loss of the new force that maintained his power was too serious, and the greed he showed this time was due to his repeated weighing, hoping that the money would be used to train a group of capable people to fill his private army.
For the time being, he knew that his power within the Melalen tribe was in an unprecedented crisis. Without the overwhelming military advantage, the wealthy businessmen of the tribe might jump out and elect a new leader.
The war against Kalmar was a great success, but strangely Olegin almost lost his power.
Continuing to hold on to money in a desperate situation will undoubtedly intensify conflicts.
At the time of the expedition, the Mellaren Army had an overwhelming strength advantage, but now this advantage has been weakened too much.
The Hjelmalens, Onkras, and Uppsalas all sent 500 troops. They were actually the backbone of the allies' troops. If they stabilized them, they would naturally stabilize everyone. To take a step back, those small tribes are like the Gran people. They are just trying to support the scene. It is unrealistic to expect these people to fight like crazy. These guys can't fight hard. Only fighting with a favorable wind can they have the motivation to fight hard. A few axes, just don’t want to suffer a loss when grabbing loot.
"Ten thousand silver coins. Each of you three has ten thousand silver coins. I will give it to you now. As long as you continue to follow me to attack the silver coins, there will be more money by then."
Ten thousand silver coins is really not a small amount, and the three Dukes suddenly stared.
But, is this money considered a huge amount of money? Rurik leaned out half of his body from behind his father and could only lament that a small lake really limits the vision of many people.
Winderson still remained angry on the surface, but in fact he had softened inside.
Of course, it was only Wenderson who relented.
Then a duke from a small tribe stood up and asked, "What about us? We also have 10,000 silver coins?"
After getting the negative answer, all the little dukes were furious.
"Don't you give us trophies because we have few troops? Then why should I fight for you? Do you think we are slaves? Quit! Let's go!" Oak, the Granite, put away his sword and said quickly The gesture of breaking up unhappily.
Wenderson hurriedly grabbed the brother and said to Olegin: "At least the brothers must be paid according to the number of troops sent and higher than the market price of mercenaries! In my opinion, each soldier should be given fifty silver coins. , we Yelmalun sent 500 troops, you should give me 25,000 silver coins."
"Hey! I support this!" Oak suddenly changed his face.
Olegin frowned: "It's too expensive. It doesn't cost that much to recruit mercenaries. Or do you think you are actually a kind of mercenary?"
"We are not mercenaries!" Wenderson said angrily, giving his own reasons: "Everyone understands that it is still the beginning for us to stand in Kalmar, but are you sure about attacking Silver Castle? At least we brothers are I'm very worried. Brothers are too tired. If we continue to fight, we will only be annihilated. Brothers need to repair for a while. If you really give us so much money, at least I am willing to continue with you. Let's gather our strength and continue to fight. .”
Obviously, if we really follow Winderson's request and give each allied warrior fifty silver coins, it is absolutely impossible for him to give all the money he has earned to them.
After all, it took a month to recruit a group of desperadoes, but their salary was only ten silver coins. What about reality? Based on Olegin's own experience, for the promised reward of two or three silver coins, a group of peasants brought their own weapons to serve as mercenaries.
If Wenderson thought he had enough money to continue going south to try again, Ungreave of Unclas was deliberately making things difficult.
"You must give each of us 50,000 silver coins, and I will withdraw. Continuing south will lead to death, and even here is full of dangers."
Karl, who had suppressed his emotions at first, was furious again: "Old guy from Onkras, are you crazy? Fifty thousand silver coins, have you ever seen how high the boxes of five hundred pounds of silver coins are stacked in your life? !”
Ungrieve shrugged: "I don't care, give me 50,000 silver coins, I must give an explanation to my people."
He just estimated that Olegin would not be willing to spend such a huge sum of money, and he would have to go through the situation of the Unclas army. He, Ungref, was a duke and naturally knew it very well. Everyone was very excited. Since they had robbed a large number of cattle, sheep, and female prisoners, they wanted to transport them back to their hometown as soon as possible. The soldiers were most desperate when they had nothing. Now, they urgently needed to take the captured women back to be their wives, and continue to bring back the cattle and sheep to raise them carefully. When they have bottles and bottles, they start to worry about many things...
