Rise of Rurik

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In fact, from the very beginning, Gould revealed that the leader Olegin deliberately designated this area as a full-time business area near his mansion due to management needs, and even specified the location of the tavern under his control. , And even various places where slave traders peddled slaves.

Whether it's the slave trade, the sale of cheap pottery, or the biggest grain trade each fall, Olekin stipulated that these trades can almost only be done in fixed markets.

Rurik's guess was correct, Olekin was indeed a greedy man.

The so-called greed is actually forced by practical reasons.

To support a "stand-by army" of up to five hundred people, it is also necessary to prepare iron weapons short enough to arm two thousand people, and even include the cost of replacing and maintaining ships. These are basically the "defense expenditure" of the Mellaren tribe, which is military expenditure in a realistic sense.

When the population of a tribal group reaches a certain critical point, a power structure equivalent to the king will be produced, and a group of courtiers who obey the king's orders and a standing army that only obeys the king's orders will be born. In order to support the army, the tax system was born naturally.

Using tough methods to constrain people from all walks of life in Mellaren to do business in one place, in the final analysis, is to meet the practical needs of convenient tribute collection.

This is the case of the times. There is no papermaking technique, and only a few people understand Luenwen, and the writing is often engraved on stones and wooden boards in the form of incantations, and only priests will often use it.

In people's daily life, words hardly appear. It is for this reason that technocrats named book officials and tax collectors do not exist. This forces even Olekin, who is the leader of the league, to personally decide to collect tributes. How many tributes can be collected, he only It can be estimated, because the quantification of taxation under such technical conditions is almost impossible.

The tribute is collected every year. Since the infiltration of Roseburg’s meticulous work tells him that the Ross people have invented the concept of "tax", only the behavior of the Ross people has misunderstood him, but this is a misunderstanding that excites him!

No, Olekin has to lead his subordinates to act as the tax officer himself. This time he is not asking for tribute, but learning to collect tax.

What is Mellaren-style tax? Olekin has a conscious and reasonable remark: "You must give tribute to doing business on my site. You must give me tax if you do business and earn a lot of profits. "He estimated that the merchants were reluctant to pay another sum of money, but the money had to be collected. In order to combat those who did not pay, the private army that was raised would have work.

From this point of view, Otto led the Rus on the Sorgon voyage, which was an armed robbery of the wealth of the Novgorod people to fatten himself. Olegin is also doing the same thing, but his sickle for harvesting wheat, whether in practical or figurative sense, the sickle is harvesting his own people.

For Olegin today, it may be a significant day. He had already made the decision, put on gorgeous and noble clothes, organized as many as fifty private soldiers, and prepared to collect taxes by force.

In order to make another crucial sum of money before the late harvest season, which is doomed to be in arrears, he is fully prepared.

Just inside the wooden wall surrounded by honest oak, his private captain asked again cautiously: "Master, are you really sure? If those people don't pay, they will really kill one or two?"

"Yes, if you are determined not to give money, you will execute two or three, so that other people can give money obediently."

"But, they are not yours..."

"My people? Not only." Olekin looked at his men at last: "Brothers, think about the money in your own hands. If we don't squeeze those people, how can I give you more money? ! Someone actually intercedes with those guys now? Don't you love money anymore?"

There is no aura of mysticism such as "beloved by the gods" in Olegin. He can't use these methods to win people's hearts. The best method he can control is to raise the private army and favor the wealthy households of the Mellaren tribe. In order to control the throne of the leader, basically his power is maintained by more than 500 well-trained private troops. Don't look at the strength of the troops at hand, his military strength is already unmatched.

With Olekin's encouragement, people with compassionate hearts have strengthened their convictions. It is said that if anyone wants to suffer from poverty, as long as it is not me who suffers from poverty, everything will be fine.

The heavy oak door was opened, and a group of sword-wielding warriors in leather armor stepped out first. Then, Olekin, the leader in ferret clothes studded with gold, was dressed not like a warrior today, but A wealthy businessman. This is just superficial effort, under his leather jacket, but he is wearing chain mail!

The rabbit can bite even if he is in a hurry, Olekin consciously needs to be more vigilant, he is afraid that a small businessman who is searched too hard by himself will suddenly turn into a desperado. He really knows the Mellaren people too well. His people seem to have become farmers and fishermen who are indisputable in the world, but in fact, everyone is brave and fierce.

But today's situation is indeed very different.

Olekin saw that there were a large group of ragged children, with almost a few fig leafs left on them, and he rushed towards him in a head.

"Damn! Is the enemy's attacker? Escort! Escort!"

God knows how there are a group of children staying near their door. They seem to have emerged from a lot of adobe houses, but they are definitely not local children of Mälaren, because the residents of the entire tribe are afraid of their power as the leader. , As long as they are angry, all the children are so scared that they cry.

The guards were not in a hurry to draw their swords and axes. They stood in front of their masters, very skillfully forming a wall of people.

They are very good at this. It is said that if there is a war, everyone will wear heavy armor and leather shields, and they will also form a human wall to guard the master.

The children are hungry little wolves, and their goal is directed at Olekin, who is dressed in the most gorgeous and neat clothes, screaming for food while running.

The private soldiers who only care about protecting their master lifted their feet and kicked the skinny children.

Kicked down violently, the children still stood up stubbornly, even if they were crawling, they would crawl towards Oleg.

They were all thin children, and there seemed to be girls among them. Although they were young, the burst of willpower caused Olegin to have a trace of fear.

The child continued to be kicked down by private soldiers, they got up again, shouting hunger in their mouths, and continued to stretch out their thin and trembling little hands, reaching out to Olegin for a rescue.

Their purpose is actually very simple, just to ask for a bite of food to avoid starvation.

Olekin had never encountered such a thing. How he listened to the meaning of a group of children who suddenly appeared, and saw that this group of "dirty guys are not dead", and this was cruel.

"Guard, beat me! Whoever crawls over will beat me until he is killed!"

Beat the child? Many private soldiers consciously humiliated their reputation, and since the master urged them so hard, they would not be human.

Then some private soldiers drew out their swords, and the sharp blades lit up. Many children begging for food finally felt scared and began to flee.

Can escape to avoid being killed?

The escaping children were chased by one after another. The private soldiers did not really kill them, but obeyed Oleg's latest order, which was to torture the group of "wild dogs standing in front of their own door" with their fists little by little.

The children's wailing sounded one after another. Some locals from Mellaren quietly approached after looking for the sound, and after seeing that it was not their own child who had been beaten, they sighed and avoided it consciously.

That is the most powerful leader! No one dared to stop the leader's actions. In fact, when everyone saw that the begging children were beaten, some people secretly applauded, hoping that the leader would eliminate these potential thieves.

Someone also came over after hearing the news and really smiled in public. Because what is happening now is exactly what they hoped for.

Yes, if they hadn't been instigated by others, how could a foreign child who had fled hungry and rushed to the leader's door to squat?

Not far away came the children's screams and crying, and the tragic sound of that voice instantly aroused Rurik's alertness.

"Yevlo!"

"in!"

"A parent is beating his child? Didn't you say that the leader's house is not far away? Isn't the leader educating his children like this?"

Yevlo wanted to laugh, but the mercenary accompanying someone pointed out: "Master, that Olekin's son is thirty years old."

"Perhaps educating grandson?" Rurik shrugged: "Let's go, let's look for the voice to see what happened."

After a while, Rurik's group had already seen the wooden fence erected in the Olekin's mansion, and the screams were still one after another.

After passing through a few adobe houses and encountering a few dignified and hurrying women, the chaotic scene is full before everyone's eyes.

Rurik's scalp tightened and his whole body was shaking.

"What's going on?! Jeflo, a group of people with swords and armor, they are...Ah?! Beating children?!"

"Oh, it looks so." Arik looked at the atrocities of the armored men indifferently. Under the robes were his contemptuous eyes. He shook his head: "I hope they have this when dealing with the Gotland. Kind of bravery. Bah! I look up to them. The Mellarians are cowards who only dare to beat their children. They don't dare to use force against the Gotland."

Rurik didn't comment for the time being, he immediately took a look at the surrounding environment.

In front of the tall and thick wooden wall, there is a small square that has been trampled on very solidly. A group of children with almost only fig leaves gathered at the roots of the wooden wall. They were surrounded by sword-bearers in armor, trembling tremblingly.

More than a dozen other children are being beaten. Looking at the posture, a well-dressed man is clearly the leader. This person is instructing the perpetrator to beat him to death.

Rurik looked more and more angry, and he also noticed Carlotta who was following him. The girl had quietly hidden behind the mercenary.

"No! You can't let them continue to commit violence." Rurik instantly felt righteous, and he wanted to move forward after he said, and then he was caught by Yevlo.

"What? You stop me?"

"My lord, the man in the ferret clothes is... Olekin."

"Ah? That guy?!" Rurik suddenly raised his head and couldn't help clenching his teeth that were already loosening. "Then I will stop him even more!"

Rurik broke free from Jeflo's hand suddenly, his little figure in a burqa walked in front, feeling that his master was facing a huge risk, Jeflo shook his neck and ordered the other mercenaries to hurriedly follow.

The sturdy Arik clenched the hilt in the robe with his right hand. He observed the perpetrators, and had planned in his mind what technique would be used to cut their throats for the first time.

More than a dozen people wearing burqa came out from the gap in the adobe room.

Olekin had actually noticed such a group of people secretly observing, thinking of the little servants of the winery who just came to report on major events, he can be sure that these are the Norwegians who dared to spend a lot of money selling wine and perform arrogantly. Up.

wrong! Could it be that a group of wild children find themselves uncomfortable, it is the means of the Norwegians?

For a moment, Olekin felt that the children being beaten were actually slave children kidnapped by the Norwegians from nowhere. They asked the children to find trouble for themselves, and they were still causing trouble in the tavern. What ulterior motives must he have in this group of guys?

Those private soldiers who had not yet started to beat others also drew out their swords. After all, the people who came were completely uniform in clothes and had a steady pace. There was still this murderous invisibility. A gust of north wind hit, and the sense of killing made the private soldiers secretly fear.

"Stop it all!" Olekin gave an order, and the perpetrators closed their fists one after another, and the children who had been beaten were slumped like death.

The children with bruises and bleeding from the corners of their mouths are squirming hard, just like the last struggle before dying.

Rurik couldn't help but stop, and he was soon by his guards.

Arik lowered his head lightly and whispered: "You are such a reckless fool. You are just a child. Do you want to be beaten to death by them?"

"I……"

"Now standing behind me, they dare to use force, so I cut their heads." Arik ordered with his teeth.

Arik is young and vigorous and has a wealth of hacking experience, and Rurik is really glad that he is now protected by him.

After a while, the door of the wooden wall was opened, and more than 30 armored men with short spears and swords walked out, and they guarded the leader's side.

The scene was quiet for a while, and for a short time, both sides looked at each other.

Olekin realized that he had enough manpower. He pushed up his private soldier's wall and held his long sword to question: "It's you! Norwegian! The people in the tavern told me about you. You are so bold."

Arik now completely represents his younger brother, not to mention that the operation of the tavern is entirely his own idea. Being able to be pointed at by the legendary alliance leader Jian Feng, Arik didn't feel even a trace of fear, and there was no excitement. All he had was anger.

If you are threatened by others, the best way to break the threat is to cut off the threat.

Sure enough to be regarded as a Norwegian? Then it will count.

Threatened by someone holding a sword, Arik's next move can be called a conditioned reflex.

He suddenly lifted his hood, revealing his blond hair and a thick beard that seemed solid and reliable. He shook the robe abruptly, accompanied by a strong metal hum, and his bright white sword was revealed under his eyes.

And this is just his first sword.

Arik's left hand also reached into his waist and pulled out another bright white long sword with a more ornate pattern on the hilt.

Seeing a strong young man holding two swords aloft, the private soldiers were shocked by this aura, and didn't know what to do for a while~www.readwn.com~ Everyone has heard of the legend of heroes, that is, on the battlefield. Some heroes can be one enemy to one hundred, and anyone who rashly approaches will be easily killed.

This man with double swords is so strange! Everyone is thinking, if the master orders a sword attack, should he be the first assaulter?

The mercenaries present, and even some elite Ross fighters, were looting and beheading hundreds of enemies in the waters south of Lake Mälaren two months ago. The heroic Arik drew his sword, what about himself? ! Pooh! Regardless of his leader Olekin, he is an idiot!

"Brothers, draw your sword! Get ready to fight." Yevlo gave an order, and the others drew out their bright white steel swords and squatted halfway, lined up in an arc-shaped human wall, with the point of the sword pointing straight ahead. .

Steel swords, they are so dazzling in the sun.

The people in the burqa are obviously not mobs, Olekin seems to be a well-trained army!

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