Rise of Rurik

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The Trent River flows quietly, and the farmers living along the river live their quiet and hard lives.

The wars in recent years have been basically an infighting among the nobles. After paying the grain tax and land rent, the farmer paid the poll tax, but he had to bring his own weapons to fight at the noble order.

But no matter what kind of war it is, the battlefield will never be the Earl of Lindsay in the lower reaches of the Trent River.

The life of the people is long, and all the travelers from far away have revealed that the terrible pirates ransacked the villages of East Anglia and Wessex. What does this have to do with the people living in the Earl of Lindsay?

The farmer's field of vision is limited to the three-square acre of farmland by the river, which is obviously adjacent to the sea, but almost no one goes fishing.

Because they even forgot the technique of shipbuilding, but made some canoes to float on the Trent River.

Only this year's situation is very special.

Many years ago, the King of Wessex led his troops into the country, and his king immediately swore allegiance to the peasant family to pay another tax to Wessex.

Wessex was withered, and King Mercia immediately restored. In the past few years, His Majesty has used troops against East Anglia, and the people's financial resources have been squeezed severely.

How long has this been peaceful? This year, Lord Earl took the elite armored retinue and the recruited farmers to the north to conquer Northumbria.

When will the people on the expedition return?

The people don't have much thoughts. They count their surplus food and actively raise chickens and sheep at the end of the warm summer to relieve their suffering.

Of course, on Sundays every weekend, people from all over the world gather in the monasteries of the villages to receive the teachings of the priest, and people near Lindsay City rush into the city.

The occlusion of information brings not only their limited knowledge of the external extremes. They don’t know what a Viking is. Although there are rumors, after the pastors’ unreliable explanations, they describe it as Satan’s. The little devil of the apostle. So, how do you protect yourself from being invaded by demons? It is to stay away from the sea and believe in one's faith sincerely.

But everything came too suddenly.

The rainy weather continued, and thanks to the protection of the cabin, the situation of the advancing fleet was not too bad.

This is of course limited to the Russ army. The open long ship of the Balmerk army cannot shelter from the wind and rain. They endure all the pain. It is a strong belief that supports them to continue their march.

The north wind is not serious, but the temperature is low enough. In such inclement weather, the allies continue to "bath", so they won't catch a cold and have a fever?

Although Rurik was worried, he was helpless. He could only hope that everyone was in good physical condition.

In this way, it becomes necessary to conquer Lindsay City, and everyone needs to temporarily shelter from the wind and rain.

In the rain, all the ships were sailing, and they were blowing up the north wind against the current.

Lurik called the Trent River Lindsay out of convenience. The channel of this river is a bit wider than the previous Faus River and the Ayr River, and the current direction of drinking to the north-south direction is just conducive to the fleet's surprise attack by the wind.

The fleet suddenly appeared under Lindsay City, a stone city built along the river.

"Here is our goal?" Arik, bathing in the light rain, questioned his brother with a sword.

"Who knows? We have seen this stone-walled city until we sailed. It should be."

"It doesn't matter, we can break it and just grab a few prisoners." Arik was eager to try, dancing with his sword.

Rurik nodded, "Let's do it then. We do need a break, too."

That was the case, Rurik saw an obstacle in front of the river in the drizzle.

what is that? It is clearly a bridge.

"Damn, a wooden bridge actually blocked my march. It's time to teach the locals. If you dare to build a bridge to stop me, I should crusade!"

By now, Rurik, who should have made great achievements, has become savage and naturally a little arrogant.

Can a city protected by a low stone wall stop the Allied forces of Ross Balmerk?

Someone blew the horn, and then the noise attracted the attention of the entire fleet.

The Aphrora has dropped anchor, as is the case with the rest of the ships.

Leuric grabbed at the side railing and yelled to his cousin who had already disembarked with the soldiers: "Aric! Remember! Don't kill, don't attack without permission, wait until I'm ready to take the shooter with you."

"Then you come down quickly," Arik yelled disdainfully.

Because of the new plan to attack Tamworth, the king of Mercia, Rurik prepared some ladders in advance.

The disembarking Ross army has been working together to carry the long ladder unloaded from the big ship, and the Balmerk army has also dragged its wet body and gathered in the wet grass on the riverside.

Looking at the city of Lindsay, which was based on the Roman-era fortress and expanded the sea-crossing Saxon city, there was only a handful of garrison troops left. They found that an incredible fleet was already under the city.

Yes, in fact, some villages along the river have long noticed this fleet going upstream. The villagers felt that they found danger and evaded spontaneously, but it was rainy, and there was no villager who was not busy taking care of their own safety and rushing fearlessly in the mud. Tell Lindsay City that danger is coming.

This tiny city, with a permanent population of eight or nine hundred people and whose urban residents were all served by the Earl’s family, and whose population was reduced to only five hundred as a result of the Earl’s expedition, was suddenly approached by two thousand Viking troops.

There were no more than fifty people loyal to the Earl’s family who stayed behind with weapons. They climbed to the top of the city in the rain, and two of them were trembling with fright.

However, the Russian army's blow has come.

Long-range strikes are carried out before the war begins. As long as an army has suitable long-range weapons, it is foolish not to do so.

Cast iron projectiles and javelins fell from the sky, and all those who operated the slingshot could not see the clear enemy. This is all right, this move is not to kill the enemy, it is entirely to create panic in the city.

At first, the women and children hiding in the house from the rain felt dangerous hail from the sky.

Occasionally, there will be extreme weather. Hailstones can smash through the wooden roofs of the haylofts of residential houses, causing injuries to residents and even killing poultry in the pens.

However, this time is very different. Residents have witnessed their relatives being beaten to death!

Is that hailstone? It's a piece of iron! And the javelin!

They are simply inexplicable, so they hide in Tibet with fear.

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The old priest banged on the floor with a cane, seeing the picture to frighten the little priest running around.

The situation was flustered, and a soldier covered in water broke into the monastery and shouted: "The enemy who has emerged from nowhere is attacking us. The centurion orders you to hide!"

When I heard of the enemy attack, the chaos really got worse.

"You are also pious like this?" The pastor yelled again and threw the crutches personally, picked up the large wooden cross used to celebrate the mass, and walked outdoors as a crutches like a saint, and said: "Don't be afraid, the power of faith will save us. Soldiers, you go to protect the countess and the son. Everyone else, let's go."

The falling projectile doesn't have eyes!

The young priests who were anxious and followed the pastor were directly killed by guarding them.

Although the priest was taken aback, adhering to his beliefs, he dragged the trembling feet and sprouted out of the city to have a good chat with the group of killers in person.

Is it pedantic? Indeed, this old fellow who held the priesthood of the Count of Lindsay's monastery had been doing this for thirty years. He boasted that he had seen a lot more, that Northumbrian troops arrived here a long time ago, and even then they did not cause such a killing. That time, it was he who mediated, the then Earl of Lindsay and the Northumbrian army, and he was proud of it for decades.

Carrying the cross, he mounted the low stone wall, and the drizzle made his mood desolate.

The priest saw the incredible large number of ships floating on the river below the city, and the huge army stood in a large area.

During this time, Rurik, who had already negotiated with Magnuth and Bijuni who had disembarked, exchanged opinions and reached a consensus. This is the city that will be defeated.

The coalition forces were already sitting in their final preparations for the storm, when suddenly a large black cross appeared on the city's head.

"Look, it's their priest." Rurik replied and called the priest to be the priest.

Magnu glanced at it specifically, killing intent in his heart.

"Rurik, my son. They don't believe our Odin, especially the local priests. I will let them know Odin's anger now."

"Wait!" Rurik said suddenly.

"What's wrong? Our army is ready."

"No. I think they intend to negotiate with us."

"Is this necessary?" Biyuni asked disdainfully, and Arik was about to charge.

Rurik squinted. He knew that he couldn't look up at this obviously weak enemy under the city. It should be the enemy who lay down and talked to him.

"Then attack." Rurik sighed, and then he drew his dagger and pointed straight at the blade: "Attack!"

This is indeed Lindsay City, and its small scale cannot help Rurik doubt it.

Of course, the attack is simple and straightforward, and the victory is at your fingertips, and his doubts are even more serious.

The stone wall built in the Roman era was not further repaired. After the ladder was erected, the Russ and Balmerk troops climbed the city without decent resistance.

The last armed obedience of the earl family, they were originally wage thugs, and were originally mercenary in nature, so loyalty itself was psychedelic.

They were terrified. They sent the pastors off the city wall. They didn't listen to the pastors' retention, so they took their weapons and ran away!

When they ran away, they didn't even notify the Earl's family to evacuate. The guys who were busy escaping for their lives jumped madly into the drain, dripping in the mud.

Of course, some people were hacked to death by the Vikings who had gone to the city before they could escape.

The Danish mercenary Grund called a tool man whose armor was stained with blood again, but was washed away by the rain again. They were the first to enter the city. They also hacked to death the Mercia soldiers stationed in the city gate, and then removed all the latches. After the gate opened, the main coalition forces filed in.

The Ross and Balmerks who rushed into the city looted wildly.

Arik was really observing his brother's request. He called on his subordinates not to kill indiscriminately, and the fact is so special that the violent soldiers cannot commit indiscriminate killing.

Because there are too many women in this city.

They controlled the women, and immediately looked after themselves happy in their screams, and the scene was once very chaotic.

The city had collapsed, and the aggressive army rushed into the best and worst stone fort, killing the guards and breaking in.

The countess hugged her little son with a weeping face, and her eldest son had already taken out a sword bravely.

However, Bijuni, who led the team, just wanted to kill quickly.

"Boy, you are too young. If you dare to fight with me, then go to death!" He yelled in Norse, and although he admired the young man, he would soon be hacked.

Even the countess drew out her meat-cutting knife to defend herself in times of crisis. It was such a move that the Balmerks present did not hesitate to regard this woman as a brave female warrior.

Not killing women? Once she picks up any form of weapon, she is a warrior, and she should have the consciousness to be killed.

Especially when dealing with an armed hostile fighter, the greatest respect is naturally to kill them all.

At this glance, Bijuni took his brothers to wash the mansion of Count Lindsay in blood, really carrying out the barbarism to the end, and then looting and looting the gold and silver.

As for Rurik, he maintained his sanity in the extremely brutal battlefield.

By now, he was not afraid of the red rust-smelling mud all over the corpses. He ignored the chaos and killing, and the woman chased by a group of laughing Balmerk fighters.

Rurik is deliberately indulging the Russian soldiers, and he has no right to restrain the discipline of the theoretical existence of Balmerk's allies. After all, this place will be regarded as the territory of the York Kingdom of the Balmerks. The Balmerks are raging, so why bother to interfere?

Rurik and his confidants approached the monastery, which was temporarily besieged by a group of Russian soldiers.

Arik smiled and greeted the younger brother: "Look, I didn't kill indiscriminately. Many people fled to this building. This is their temple. You decide whether they live or die."

"Good job!" Things were much better than Rurik thought, and he was smarter when he didn't think of it.

At the same time, more than 60 women and children and more than a dozen priests hid in the monastery, praying in vain, hoping that the Lord would bless the devout believers with divine power.

The pastor who had escaped embraced the manuscript of the Bible, forced to sit still, and was busy reading the scriptures, looking like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand.

After all, the door was knocked open.

The people in the room screamed frantically, and the calm pastor also stupefied his old face.

Several warriors dressed in blue robes with a white background broke in. What is incredible is that the barbaric army just stood, looking like a guard of honor.

Before long, a short, seemingly thin man came in.

"You! You have failed! Now declare that your head surrenders and you will be protected by me."

Rurik's mouth was in Latin, and the priest was taken aback, because this sacred language was actually spoken by a barbarian warrior.

Rurik said again, and the frightened people really eased.

The priest closed the Bible and embraced it, and walked cautiously to the blond boy with the iron helmet off. He subconsciously felt how different this boy was from those attackers.

The priest had to admit that this young man was really handsome, his face was similar to that of a local, but the soldiers who attacked the city had special clothes.

"Who are you?" the priest asked in Latin.

"Rose! The Principality of Ross and the New York Kingdom. Where is this?"

"It's Lindsay."

Lindsay? Such a broken city is Lindsay? Rurik shook his head, and immediately kicked the priest, lifting the old man down, and the abrupt scene suffocated the entire monastery.

Rurik held the sword and pointed at all the stunned: "People of Lindsay, you are conquered! Lindsay no longer exists! Now, you are all our servants!"

The language is Latin~www.readwn.com~ ordinary people can't understand it, but most priests can hear it in a rush.

Rurik gave another order, and Arik naturally misinterpreted the meaning of the old brother. It was originally the rope tied to the ordinary priest and turned into a killing, just like the most ordinary Viking invaders would do, the wood of the monastery The floor is stained red...

Only the old priest shivered, cursing the young handsome man in Latin for the essence of the devil.

"You know the sacred language, you are blaspheming the sacred. You will eventually go to hell."

"Hell? Maybe. Your **** has not blessed you." Rurik shook his head, "You know Latin, and you are still useful. Thank me, I will spare you, and the safety of the people of this entire monastery."

After all, he told the old brother: "Brother! Don't kill again, tie up everyone else and take them away."

"Alright alright……"

Arik was a little surprised, so he dried the blood from the blade, wiped it on his clothes and put it back in the scabbard, signalling his obey.