The Rise of Rurik

Chapter 18: Training And Bad Testing

Chapter 18: Training And Bad Testing

The situation made Rurik very satisfied. After all, in the relatively neat team, no one spoke, and no one was running around.

They all stared at the blue eyes, waiting for their orders.

Rurik stuck the wooden sword into the soil, then stretched out his right hand: "Brothers, look at my hand! Do you have five fingers?"

After speaking, he clenched his right hand into a fist: "Now you see, only five fingers together, the fist can break the enemy's teeth! This is what I ask you, five people form a team. Remember, any future fights The five of you are one, and you must act together."

If an adult stood here and heard Rurik say this, he would be very surprised, but children, they have never been exposed to any other rhetoric, so let's just believe it.

But Rurik still has something to say: "Five people are like five fingers, and they can form a team (Rurik used the Norse word Fiss to describe it, which means fist, that is, a team). If a group is equal What about one finger? Five groups make a bigger fist. So when we get a hundred people together, we have more power. That's my purpose! I don't want any future fights to see you all alone Fighting figures, we see that dozens of you will forever form a whole and fight together."

Rurik felt that his words were clear, but the theory was still too advanced.

"Bald" Fisk was very willing to talk more. After all, his father followed the leader Otto and died in battle. Standing in front of the leader's young son, he felt that he should be like a brother again.

For some reason, Fisk did feel that Rurik's words had some truth, but it was different from what he usually encountered.

"Rurik, how much benefit will your decision bring? Doesn't Odin like the bravest man the most?"

"Of course...but what is brave?" Rurik's mind turned very fast. After all, for a few years, his father tried his best to tell himself those Norse myths in his spare time. After all, besides that, Rurik estimated that he was not old Little Otto has no other story to put a child to sleep with.

Rurik himself had a good understanding of Norse mythology. He said: "Valhalla needs a large number of the bravest people, and Odin needs thousands of heroic spirits to deal with Ragnarok. When Ragnarok comes, a thousand Heroic spirits, like we form a group that is good at fighting, will have more power. Remember, if you fight alone, who will protect your back? Fisk, look at all your directions now, All of your brothers will help you protect you. Everyone, your back is protected by your brothers. Your job is only one, knock down the frontal enemy, don't worry about the others!"

This is an age of irrationality, especially the Rus tribes living in the more wild Scandinavia who have not yet wiped out the savageness and strangeness, they believe very much in those myths, and also very much believe in the interpreters of the myths - the elder priests of the tribes .

The reason why Rurik was trusted by many tribal members came from the "oracle" in the mouth of the priest. What's more, this kid has something special.

Now the situation is more complicated. Rurik's words are surprising. If you think about it carefully, the priests did not explain that Odin is only a warrior who is good at fighting alone.

Everyone looked at Fisk, and Fisk no longer questioned and completely agreed with Rurik's idea.

"Now, do you all support me?"

"I support!" Fisk took the lead.

Immediately afterwards, the first ten people headed by Kanuf also held wooden swords in support.

After all, the crowd is full of children. They are children. They almost instinctively agree with the opinions of the older children. They all raised wooden swords to show their support.

"Very good." Rurik nodded with satisfaction, "In the next days, let's see it as training! We want to surprise those adults! I also want to start from now on , be a leader that you both trust.

"In the days that followed, almost the only important thing for many children every day was to go to the hills west of Roseburg to learn the "group tactics" taught by Rurik.

A total of forty-five children were arranged in a small infantry phalanx. They were just lined up in a team. If they advance and retreat together, they would not be able to train in a few days.

So in the first days, Rurik did not teach them to fight at all, but simply walked in line, so that the forty-five children could walk neatly.

The reality was completely beyond Rurik's imagination.

In his conception, it is just a queue, and in a day or two at most, a group can walk a long way in a neat pace. Even a very young child can do it.

As a result, these children of the Ross tribe, it is obvious that they have not understood what discipline is from birth to the present, and they have no concept of this aspect at all.

Even, including those adults, there is no concept of discipline.

Discipline! Any army that masters it is not weak in combat. So compared to fighting, let them understand that discipline is the most important thing from an early age.

Ten full days!

After consuming such a long time, Rurik finally achieved his most basic requirements. The so-called only by their own orders, many children can finally line up, followed the chants and walked away. It's amazing how slowly they learn.

After all, the children can truly act as a group, obey the orders and move without dispersing the whole team. So far, everything is just the beginning.

For those kids, ten days of queuing and walking was boring.

On the morning of the eleventh day, the eldest Fisk, who had been holding back the words for many days, finally questioned Rurik in person: "Are we enough? Should we continue to practice walking? Rurik, I think I've walked more roads these days than I've walked in my entire life."

"Are you in a hurry?" Rurik responded without changing his face.

"Can't you change something?"

"Like fighting?"

"Yes! You train everyone to walk, aren't you preparing for fighting? Are you still not satisfied?"

Rurik still had a blank face. He looked at the innocent children, only to see that they were all wide-eyed with anticipation.

"Maybe time is enough." Rurik nodded, the long queue training came to an end, and the next thing really came.

He ordered everyone to continue to line up, holding up the wooden swords and commanding: "Everyone, hold your shields after you line up."

"Seventh, eighth, and ninth teams, you stand out. The others continue to line up."

After some orders, Rurik glanced again and continued to give orders.

Thirty people from the six squads in the so-called large army were formed into a horizontal team of ten people in the front and three people in the depth. Everyone has their shields in front of them, forming a tight human wall, waiting to withstand the impact.

For the three divided teams, their mission played the role of the enemy, spreading out to attack. Its purpose is only one, to break down this wall.

After explaining their intentions in public, everyone screamed with excitement.

The leader of the defensive side is Kanuf, and the leader of the attacking side is Fisk. Rurik especially called these two people to his side, and ordered them again.

"Did you all understand just now? I repeat, Fisk, your purpose is to break the human wall, but I refuse you three teams to attack together. Kanuf, your task is to ensure the stability of the human wall, and strive to break down the human wall. Fisk pushes out. But you can't use sticks for your safety."

Of course, Kanuf trusted Rurik very much, but his arrangement with Kanuf really made Fisk dissatisfied.

"Why? Rurik, am I still worried about being hurt by their wooden swords?"

"Safety is the most important thing," Rurik instructed.

At this moment, Fisk looked completely fearless: "I'm afraid of the wooden sword? I will be the man who will attack Gotland to avenge my father. Am I still afraid of getting hurt?" Xiao Gui Da, deliberately grimaced at Kanuf: "You just use wooden swords, I am not afraid. But you also be careful, we will also use wooden swords."

"Hey, am I a coward? I'm not afraid of getting hurt." Kanuf retorted through gritted teeth.

The two of them didn't care about safety and danger at all. In other words, the adults of the Ross tribe encouraged the descendants of the tribe to play some dangerous games. After all, in their opinion, the so-called dangerous games were just trials for future real battles.

Thinking of this, Rurik couldn't help but regret the deaths of his biological father, Otto's two previous children. So Rurik originally had two older brothers, who ended up dying in a "dangerous game". So what? They are very relieved, the so-called everything is fate.

The two returned to their respective teams, and the two groups of children also gathered to discuss.

After a short time, they were finally ready.

Rurik saw a group of guys who were eager to try, and on one side was a wall of people standing neatly holding wooden shields, UU reading www.uukanshu. On the other side of the com are the people who are scattered standing ready to shock.

"Are you all ready?!" Rurik asked loudly.

The two groups of people I saw raised their wooden swords one after another, signaling that they could start.

Standing not far away, Rurik finally settled down and shouted, "Start!"

As soon as the voice fell, the oldest Fisk was seen. He was like a wolf, leading the charge with an astonishing roar, and the other fourteen children were also fierce.

They showed a strong momentum, but they couldn't scare the other thirty people lining up the human wall.

The fight came suddenly.

The shield collided violently, and as a result, it was only this collision, and the human wall was smashed by Fisk and others.

The situation once again exceeded Rurik's imagination. He wondered how the dense formation of the three-column wall could withstand the attackers with only half of them. But the rusher and the defender, everyone has fallen into one.

At this point, the impact and defense of the testing nature should have ended here. They had already collapsed into a ball, but Rurik's eyes widened as he watched the group of children fall into a scuffle, with the knocking of wooden sticks and wooden shields everywhere.

Everything is meaningless. They seem to be simply venting their boredom that they have held for many days, and then turning into pure single-player fighting, which is the "dangerous game" that these children often do on weekdays.

Rurik yelled again, and went off to pull people in person. It took a lot of effort to pull away the children who were chaotically fighting.

Many of the forty-five people actually had blue noses and swollen faces. They didn't have any resentment, and they all looked at themselves and smiled.

"What a tragedy!" Rurik held his forehead, unable to bear to look at these laughing guys, and also reflected on whether his hard work for so many days was in vain.