The completely breached Pine Needle Manor showed its soft belly to the wolf-like Ross army, and cut it open with a sharp blade, instantly severing the heart and intestines.
The manor's army was completely defeated, and those who resisted at the end had their heads chopped off, and their courage was also wiped out.
The Ross army that entered the manor killed wantonly, and the whole scene was like hell...
Is this the revenge that the folks long for? Svetlana stood outside the manor holding a crossbow. The corpses of her enemies were all around her. The girl's heart was deeply shocked. She has been suppressing the discomfort in her stomach and persisting with willpower in order not to be embarrassed, but it is completely impossible for her to enter the manor to cause more damage.
Rurik was carrying a dagger and saw that the main force had entered the manor, so he deliberately entered with his trusted guards.
"Lana. Let's go! Go and see that all the enemies in your manor have been wiped out by me."
Rurik said this very coldly. He looked sideways at Svetlana's indifferent and wide-open eyes, and saw the girl's fear.
"What? You don't dare to do it now?"
"I...I'm afraid."
"Afraid? You have no right to be afraid. The women around me must all be Valkyries. If you really want to be my wife, come with me! Otherwise..."
Rurik thought for a while and realized that the girl was obviously frightened and was too lazy to say anything. He put away the sword and grabbed Svetlana's elbow, forcing her forward, as if he insisted on letting her see what happened. For tragedy.
With trembling legs, the girl finally entered this once restricted area. Just like the folks in her hometown, she had a natural dislike for Pine Needle Manor. The matter of her old father Rigus getting along with the Russians was never something she, a girl, could control. . At least for now, Lanna has no scheming intentions. She just wants to please Rurik, the new leader of Rus, according to her father's requirements, and to have an intimate relationship and have children at the right time.
She never thought that she would have to use deadly weapons to participate in a bloody battle as a female warrior, and even her boots were stained with the blood of many dead people.
Here, the twists and turns of the road are like the terrifying underworld described by the priests, and the sounds of killing and wailing are everywhere in your ears.
There are tragedies everywhere. Is this the revenge of the manor, the way the Principality of Ross deals with traitors?
To be honest, Rurik was shocked to see the tragedy so close to his eyes. His heart was shocked again, but after having experienced many bloody battles, he was no longer afraid.
"Do you know where their granary is?" Rurik asked Lanna.
The girl trembled violently and hugged Rurik's arm tightly with a frightened expression.
"You? You really don't know?"
"I...don't know. I've never been to their...manor. In my opinion, the largest building is probably the granary. And..."
"what else?"
"Every household has surplus food. I... want to leave this hellish place."
"That won't work." Rurik shook his hand hard and threw her away completely, and ordered sternly: "Woman! Don't blame me for being ruthless. You have never been and will never be a weak girl. Experience the battlefield firsthand, and your will will be firm. , I won’t be afraid of something in the future.”
Svetlana was noncommittal, her nod was weak.
"Forget it." Rurik shook his head, randomly recruited two cronies, and ordered them to pay special attention to this overly nervous girl to ensure that she would not encounter any possible attacks.
There must be many warriors who will see Lord Rurik and his head wife coming to the killing battlefield in person!
What Rurik needs is this kind of facial brushing effect, but finding the granary of Pine Needle Manor is the most important thing.
In the bloody battle outside the manor, the troops of Pine Needle Manor and its allies were almost completely wiped out. Only a small part of their group of armed farmers had experience in hunting bears together, and the vast majority of them were on the battlefield for the first time. This was the first time that a large army was assembled to fight, and what they encountered was the main force of the Russian army that had swept through Finland, the Nordic seas, and Britain. How could it not be a big defeat?
When the army rushed into the farm, there were less than 3,000 old, weak, women and children still alive in the farm. The main force of the Russian army had an astonishing advantage in strength at this moment, not to mention that they were extremely armed.
The disaster at Pine Needle Manor was still intensifying. Some women and children were running away frantically with a few children. As a result, as soon as these people left the farm, they encountered land reinforcements from the Russians.
White Tree, Calf and Fishermen, these die-hard allies of the Principality of Ross, saw the collapse of Pine Needle Manor with their own eyes, like a piece of fat meat appearing in front of their eyes, how could the brothers not take a bite?
To be honest, White Tree Manor was squeezed out, and Cow Calf and Fisherman Manor had to live by the face of Pine Needle Manor, which had the largest population. As the saying goes, the Varangros only come for a short time every year, but their Pine Needle Manor is always there.
When the eight hundred of them saw the refugees who had escaped, a group of men shouted: "Kill these people! Loot their property!"
They shouted any slogans, and pointed all kinds of weapons forward. A large group of people trotted all the way, forming a large and chaotic formation and charging away.
As a result, those who tried to escape have been completely cut off.
The sun hung in the west, and the sunset glow turned blood red.
Rurik followed Svetlana's suggestion and led people directly to the largest building area of the manor, which was actually the residence of the leader Vadim.
Some huge and spacious thatched houses standing on a matrix of wooden piles were in sight. The thick wooden doors were kicked open by the soldiers. Through the dim light, they could see that they were full of stacked sacks.
Rurik got in and took a look. He subconsciously thought this was an oat warehouse and stabbed it with his sword. The sword became a "grain spy", and a large amount of wheat grains spurted out like a stream along the bleeding groove of the dagger.
"Haha! Lana, you are right, there is indeed a granary in such a spacious place!"
Looking at Svetlana again, the girl had an awkward smile on her face.
It was certainly a joy to find a large amount of wheat, but the entire bloody manor was too scary. She felt that the ghosts of the murdered were wandering everywhere, and she wanted to leave quickly.
One grain warehouse after another was discovered, and as the inspection progressed, some warehouses storing leather and cloth also appeared.
Because of the area around Lake Ilmen, thanks to the large lakes and rivers, this area is suitable for growing oats and cold-resistant flax. As a purely agricultural ethnic group, the Novgorod of the Ilmen Slavs has always been self-sufficient.
Rurik's men even found some pottery urns. Although they were covered with corks, you could smell the sweet smell that made your heart tickle as long as you put your head close to them.
The armored mercenary opened the cork with great joy, held the pottery jar and opened his mouth, letting the sticky honey flow into his mouth.
Honey was almost the only sweet substance accessible to Northern Europeans in this era.
In recent years, the Slavic women who married in Rossburg have been brewing a small amount of kvass while brewing ale. The sweet kvass makes their Russian men ecstatic. But where is the pure honey in kvass that makes people go crazy?
The mercenary warrior ate a lot of honey. Even though it was very sweet, the discoverer tried his best to drink it.
When they were full, they licked the corners of their mouths clean and dedicated the remaining honey to their masters.
Rurik did not want to be involved in the killing of his subordinates. He led more than fifty subordinates to station in this walled mansion area. He increasingly felt that this should be the home of the local leader, otherwise there would not be a large number of seizures.
Indeed, this must be the mansion!
The subordinates were counting how much grain, cloth and other materials they had seized.
He continued to hold Lanna's hand and entered the interior of the mansion, and really smelled the breath of life.
The shouts of death outside seemed to have nothing to do with this place. The existence of the wall seemed to make this place not scary at all.
Lanna breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that the people here have escaped, but they must have just escaped. Rurik, look at the clothes scattered on the wooden floor..."
"It's true that he ran away in a hurry. Damn it, maybe this is Vadim's home."
"Did you kill that man?" she asked urgently.
"Maybe. It's better for him to die. Unfortunately, I still haven't found the man's body..."
Rurik's attention is no longer on Vadim. A leader who has lost everything is no threat. That man's political life has ended.
"You should tidy up this place first." Rurik added.
"Me?" Lana was a little surprised.
"Yes. Be my good woman and throw away the scattered clothes and sundries. I will be here tonight to meet the soldiers who have made meritorious service."
"All right."
…
The killing ended near the end of the evening. The Ross army who had achieved a great victory cheered for a while, and then stopped working due to exhaustion.
What is left to do is up to them. Rurik intends to indulge his subordinates. Tonight, they can loot as much as they want. This benefit also brings together those allies.
Men armed with burning sticks broke into houses and rummaged through boxes and cabinets. Those who had been hiding were discovered, and killings ensued. The remaining grain was taken away, as were various pottery pots and wooden utensils. Especially the troops from White Tree Manor. A century-old feud was avenged today. They were still poor, so they frantically plundered everything available from the corpses of their enemies, using extremely meticulous methods, such as all kinds of daily necessities. They all intend to move back to their home in White Tree Manor for their own use.
In comparison, the methods of the Rus and Balmoks were rougher. They do not lack daily necessities, but what they lack is food and money.
Of course, you can't steal much money from a group of farmers, but you can plunder a lot of oats!
They made a lot of use of the linen they found to make cloth bags, and the drawstring backpacks they carried to carry miscellaneous items have now become large bags for carrying wheat grains.
Some madmen robbed a hundred pounds of wheat in a daze, and laughed like a two-hundred-pound fool. Because, even if the Duke sells wheat regularly in his hometown, cheap wheat is not expensive, and everyone has a limited purchase amount. Now the one hundred pounds of wheat plundered is his own, and the opportunity to plunder so much wheat at one time is too great. rare.
So, who is the biggest winner in this war?
In terms of looted property alone, Rurik was naturally the big winner.
As soon as the sun set, Otto and some old friends walked aggressively into the mansion of the former leader Borudne, where Rurik and Svetlana were currently located.
Coming here again, a strange feeling of sadness came to Otto's old head.
Goodbye Deluririk's elite mercenaries not only took control of the mansion, but also confirmed that a large amount of supplies had been seized and belonged to the Duke, and they felt relieved.
He clenched the hilt of his sword and walked into the lobby of the mansion where a large number of oil lamps were lit. This was clearly where the meeting with Borudne was held. Here, he was delighted to see his son Rurik sitting cross-legged proudly, and the third Svetlana, a warrior woman for once, leaned on her man's shoulder.
"Rurik, do you know where this place is?" Otto suddenly appeared and asked deliberately.
"Father, you are actually here? This is probably the residence of a leader?"
"Of course. This is the mansion of Pine Needles Manor. Many years ago, I led my brothers to make a big fuss here. Some time ago, I was assassinated. Ah... everything is over. This manor, which has always been rebellious, was destroyed by you and my father. Complete eradication.”
Doesn’t it seem like there’s a lot to be nostalgic about here?
Rurik invited his father to sit down, and with a flick of his neck, a mercenary smiled and presented a pottery urn to the old Duke Otto.
"Is this honey? So much?" Otto was surprised.
"It's honey."
"Damn it! Damn Borudne and stupid Vadim, why didn't we pay tribute to them earlier?"
Otto didn't care about his dirty hands, he stretched out his hand to dig out the honey and ate it. When he was satisfied, he gave it to the old man next to him to enjoy. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers, and even lifted his beard and licked it some more.
They were busy eating honey, and Rurik explained the next arrangements casually: "We won the war, and I want to hold a meeting here. I want to personally govern the entire Novgorod, and I want the army to rest on the spot. The most important thing is This place is! I’m going to do a cleanse here.”
"Purge?" Otto was a little surprised, "This rebellious manor has been annihilated."
"More than that."
"You?" Otto suddenly had a bad feeling, "Are you going to kill more people?"
"Some people must die! Father, if the rebels are not completely eliminated, it will not really put down the rebellion, and I will not really rule directly. I just want to prevent possible new rebellions in the future, and I must not let the people of New Roseburg There are no threats nearby."
"Who, then, will your sword strike?"
"I don't know. But I know that there are still many rebels who should have joined Vadim's army. I'm afraid our army moved too quickly and they didn't have time to join the rebellion. They just didn't act. , they must die."
"So, do you want to send troops to kill them? I advise you to be cautious. Killing innocent people indiscriminately is probably not your original intention."
"Yes, I thought of a plan, which requires the cooperation of the Fisherman Manor and the Calf Manor. I think they will tell me which other manors are die-hard rebels who happened to not participate in the war."
Otto shrugged: "Whatever you want. If it's not enough for you to have a meeting tonight, I'll forget it! Fighting is more tiring than logging. You stay here and you don't know that there are people resting everywhere outside the wall. Tomorrow Our army will formally and comprehensively clean up the battlefield. As your father, I know best about the aftermath."
"Father, I am a child." Rurik said seriously.
"Yes, at least you have to accompany your woman. Svetlana is the woman I chose for you, and I have always had a good taste. Listen, you are the real duke, and you should enjoy it after you expelled the impostor. Mansion, you two will spend the night here tonight.”
"That's alright." Rurik felt relaxed and lay down directly, letting out a deep breath as if a weight had been lifted off him.
That night, Pine Needle Manor was in a sense completely in ruins.
A group of soldiers were already cleaning up the battlefield spontaneously. For the time being, they only pulled the dead bodies away from the farm, and they were still on the more terrifying battlefield. As for how to deal with the body afterwards, naturally it is to be buried in accordance with Slavic customs.
The Ross army did not respect these enemies, but they had no intention of humiliating them again. The war dead were not Vikings and were not qualified to be burned to ashes. Even if they were buried in the ground, they were not qualified to have tombstones.
The Ross army was quite experienced in dealing with the corpses of enemies. For example, during the Glacier War in the Eastern Land, seven hundred soldiers of the Kovin army who did not surrender were killed, and their bodies were all laid to rest.
Tomorrow, the victor will dig a number of large pits and build some tombs. This is already considered the mercy of the victor.
