Rise of Rurik

Rurik was finally seven years old, at least seven years old in autumn.

The time is already 828 AD, and the Danes have stepped up their looting of Britain, and have gained a lot in the process.

And other tribes around the sea, especially the many thinking demihumans.

They either competed with the Danes for grazing pastures on land, or they intensified trade with the Baltic peoples on the southern coast of the sea, especially the Lithuanian tribes.

For a few years, the Rus tribe held the secrets of reaching deep into the inland waterways of Eastern Europe, making two mighty Sorgon voyages a year, and their wealth continued to accumulate.

Gradually, the relationship between the Ross clan and its own thinking demi-human brothers became more and more delicate.

It seems that they may become a maverick group of people.

Time flies, and the whole of Europe is developing slowly.

Rurik was already seven years old. At only seven years old, he was not short, but he looked a little thin.

Boys of this age, of any nationality, look like this. They are naughty and energetic, but they are all skinny like monkeys.

Compared to the strong Otto, Rurik was too thin.

Even so, ahead of the Sorgon voyage this fall, Otto felt the time had finally come.

It was another sunny morning, and Otto with a sullen face called Aiko to his side and said meaningfully, "Now, you should try to be a warrior."

"Now? Am I going to fight?!"

"No!" Otto patted his son's thin shoulder with satisfaction: "You are still too weak, your enemy can kill you with just one punch. Boy, you must start training now, you must become strong quickly ."

"So, I have to be strong?!"

"Yes! Only in this way can you inherit my position in the future, so that other people can agree with you. You know? They believe in strength, and Odin, who likes the most brave and good at fighting."

In the past few years, Liu Li has understood one thing, and that is also his destiny - to become a berserker.

The Vikings, especially the Danes, who were active in the entire sea, were farmers and herders, but they were also good at exploring. There is no clear law to restrain them, so they discovered the treasures of non-tribal tribes, and naturally the warriors of the tribe assembled and rushed to loot.

However, in peaceful days, they are ordinary farmers.

Jutland's climate is milder, and in northern Scandinavia, where the Ross tribe is located, it's cold, so don't expect a high survival rate of the wheat grown. Fishing and hunting in the mountains have become very important means of livelihood.

The harsh environment forced the children of the Viking tribe to develop good skills in their limited childhood.

Even according to the tribal custom, a boy is considered an adult when he reaches the age of twelve, he should sit on a longboat and row the oars like everyone else, and he must participate bravely in battle.

Otto felt that the "combat ideas" he had instilled in his son for several years could finally be put into practice.

He stroked the back of his son's head and said deeply: "I will find you some children just like you, and you will train together. Don't worry, you can't hold a sharp sword, you can practice with a wooden stick for a while. Remember! Don't cry!"

"I understand." Rurik nodded deeply, he didn't mean to refuse at all, he completely accepted it calmly.

Otto nodded with satisfaction, then called his eldest nephew Arik over, and said with enthusiasm: "Arik, I want you to train your brother well. Although you are still weak, I have given you all the fighting skills. , Now, it's up to you to teach your brother the basics of fighting."

"As ordered, I will teach him to satisfy you."

Overall, Arik likes his brother very much.

However, his younger brother bears the title of "Otto's Blessing", and his whole person always makes people feel strange. Over the past few years, Arik has always felt that his relationship with his younger brother is somewhat uncomfortable.

It seems that there are too many whimsy in the little head of the younger brother.

The only thing that made Arik happy was that his younger brother never cried or made trouble, and his words were deep as if he were not a child.

Maybe the younger brother is a deep person by nature? Even so, that must have been a true warrior to be worthy of the birthright.

A pebble field close to the sea, where the waves lap the coastline all the time.

A blond boy in a cotton coat stood here, and he was Rurik, who was only seven years old.

Unlike ordinary tribal children, Rurik's blond hair was by no means drooping casually. He found a hemp rope and tied a small ponytail behind his head. He himself felt that dressing up was even a little girly.

Yes, he was wearing cotton trousers all over. In fact, the so-called cotton trousers were made of linen stuffed with wool and then sewn together.

Men and women of the tribe, when the weather turns cold, they put on comfortable cotton-padded clothes, step on boots made of deerskin or bearskin on their feet, and often wear leather hats.

All of Rurik's clothes were made by his mother, Nia, who was indeed a good tailor.

Rurik was just a child, and he held a small round shield in his left hand, and the belt on it tightly bound his left arm.

He holds a sword-shaped wooden stick in his right hand. Although the stick is not sharp at all, it is conceivable that hitting it with this thing will destroy it with considerable force.

Rurik became a childish sword and shield player, facing another child the same age as himself.

Compared to his intention to keep himself clean and tidy, the other party looks a little sloppy, or more wild and aggressive.

He knew that the child was a "playmate" found by his father.

The boy's name was Kanuf, the child of one of his father's trusted warriors.

Although he is a playmate, Rurik deeply understands that the next thing is not a joke! Because the two of them are using wooden sticks, the fight is not as simple as it is.

Even the onlookers have gathered more than ten people, and things have become very delicate.

Those spectators just want to see the "fighting" of the two children, and they will judge and estimate whether the two will become qualified paddlers and warriors in the future.

"Oh? Is that the son of Odin called?"

"Not the son of Odin, but the son of the chief."

"But the priests all said that the child is unusual. I feel really unusual."

"Just by looking at it? If that Rurik wasn't a mortal, he should have beaten Harrodsen's son to the ground."

"Then wait and see..."

Rurik heard the talk of these onlookers, some questioning themselves, some full of expectations.

Undoubtedly, the parents who are watching are absolutely full of expectations.

Rurik's mind is very confused now, and he especially remembers the so-called "Battle Essentials" that his brother Arik taught him not long ago.

What are the essentials? It can be condensed into one sentence: "Raise your weapon and smash it at the enemy. As long as you have enough strength, all problems will be solved."

That is simply a rude tactic! However, Rurik clearly realized that the Vikings knew tactics and faced real battles, and they were more organized than the Western Europeans who were scattered in this time and space. This is the only point, it is naturally very easy to win against a group of peasants who are unorganized and undisciplined, and are temporarily pulled up by the lord with various weapons.

But when you think about it, Arik's words are not unreasonable.

There is a saying that one force wins ten skills, swinging a battle axe with a powerful force, and hitting the enemy will kill him instantly.

However, don't expect much strength from your thin arm.