Chapter 292: Fort Elon Orava

. Gradually the first night came, and Rurik, who had personally participated in the labor and set an example, also ended his work of handling fine wood parts.

Rurik didn't help much during the entire afternoon's construction. Facing the so-called settlement that turned into a huge construction site, he was full of hope for the future, but now, the scene of the construction site is really unbearable!

He felt that there were scattered wooden artifacts that needed to be used. "At night, I still go to put it on and sleep? The long boat is pulled up anyway."

A lot of bonfires have been burning for an afternoon, and those large excess branches are naturally an excellent fuel. It was simply the heat of the bonfire that caused the ground nearby to be dried.

A group of women from the Grey Squirrel tribe, who manage a group of pottery urns that are baked by a fire and cook the wheat inside. The action of making porridge lasted for a long time, and when the afternoon work was over, the tired people got the reward they dreamed of!

What people saw was that Rurik really didn't break his word, and everyone was served boiled, mushy oatmeal, some of whom had big appetites, and their stomachs were stuffed with mushy wheat.

The fishermen who followed had also landed in Rurik's new settlement, said to be named "Elronborg". They brought in a catch, which, unfortunately, wasn't much.

The fishermen expressed their regrets to Rurik, and seeing the few herrings they sold cheaply, Rurik understood why his people had long lacked motivation to explore the north. Co-authoring is entirely because there are few fishery resources in this area, and the brothers can't catch more fish, so why are you wasting time here?

But things are different now!

A fisherman in his fifties walked into Rurik himself. He was carrying a small rattan basket, which contained the so-called harvest of the whole day.

The old man claimed to be a warrior when he was young, and he visited Novgorod many times, and even fought against the Gotlanders.

"Rurik, look, this is a gift from the gods. It's too bad, there are too few fish."

Rurik took the rattan basket in public. He couldn't feel the weight. Because he knew the situation of the other fishermen, he was mentally prepared before opening the lid.

Sure enough, there were less than ten herrings in it.

"This...why are there so few?"

"It's just so little. It doesn't seem like this place is a good place to fish."

Rurik didn’t think the situation was bad, because the Kovins made their living by catching river fish, “You… maybe you and the others should go upstream. The Kovins caught a lot of river fish. ,

The river we have now, its upper reaches is full of hope. "

"Forget it!" The old fisherman, perhaps because of his age, has weakened his adventurous heart: "Let the young people go. Rurik, I plan to go back. To be honest, I would rather go to the south to fish. I don't want to waste time here."

"Are you really going to leave?"

"Yes."

"Well then, you can go back. I only have one request."

Rurik thought about it for a while, he gathered some of the fishermen who landed on the shore, bought all their catches first, and then instructed: "Go back, take me to the left-behind people with a question mark, and tell them about our northern settlements. The construction is all normal. But we need more supplies! As fishermen, you must catch as much as you can and transport it here as soon as possible. I also want you to bring a group of master carpenters to support my work, and I will pay you."

What Rurik said was all in order to get further supplies from the rear.

After all, it was the first night of landing, and he was determined to consume the food he brought in extravagantly. However, this consumption will not last long, and in the end, everyone must rely heavily on supplies from the rear, or desperately fish and hunt, and hunt all edible food from the local area.

Everyone can enjoy the wheat porridge with salt, but most people don't know that such a good day can't last for a long time.

Few people know their own food situation and can't help chatting with their companions about food issues by the campfire.

The mines not far to the east were the ones that everyone discussed the most, especially Kawei and his group of children who were studying blacksmiths, who shouldered very important responsibilities.

The future arrangement is actually very clear. On the first day of landing, the entire team has undergone some rest and preparations. This person will go to the mine early in the morning.

Fresh pine wood strips were thrown into the fire, and the wood strips first steamed a lot of water and then burned violently.

The pine resin in the wood slats was crackling, and the flames jumped spectacularly. Enjoying the heat of the roast, everyone around the campfire was very happy.

There is no doubt that Mechasta, the leader of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, is full of hope for the future, and he feels that his tribe is fully valued by the Rus.

He leaned over to Rurik and offered him a bunch of small fish he had cooked himself.

"Your present?" Rurik asked.

"Master, eat it. The flying fish I just exchanged with those fishermen. The fish has its guts and heads removed. It's grilled according to our custom."

"Okay." Smelling the aroma of the herring meat, Rurik accepted the gift, and estimated that this person must have something important to discuss.

No, Mechasta spoke up.

"Master, are the houses under construction all given to my tribe?"

"Of course."

"Oh, it would be nice to live in a house like this. I know we have to pay for it."

Rurik shrewdly lifted his waist: "You are very smart, of course you have to pay the price."

After all, his little finger pointed to the east, to the hill looming under the starlight.

"You already know very well, I'm going to let your men go mining. Your men must mine, and part of them must learn to make iron tools. In the future, your tribe will no longer have to go to great lengths to capture pine trees, your tribe I think I smelt iron for a living."

"This..." Mechasta's expression became a little embarrassed.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Master, we don't have that much self-confidence. It takes a long study to be a blacksmith, and I'm not sure my people can have that much wisdom."

Is this modesty? Do not! It's clearly just cowardice.

Rurik stared into Mechasta's eyes with a delicate little face: "You must learn to strike iron, because your people have tried it before. The mine is right in front of us, and the expedition you sent discovered it. ."

"It's...it's true."

"So, you have a lot of responsibility for what happened next. Your expedition attacked my servants, and I had to take revenge. Since you have all become my servants, this is the end of the story." Rurik He reiterated his attitude, the others were small, and his words made Mechasta sweat.

This is called a knife for me and a fish for me, even if the knife bearer is a little boy.

"Well, we'll do our best to learn to strike."

"Alright. Taking advantage of this opportunity, let's get together and fix some things in the future."

A group of important people from the entire team gathered around the bonfire where Rurik was sitting. The most important thing here was the leader of the Grey Squirrel Tribe, and all they wanted to discuss were about the future of the Grey Squirrel Tribe.

After eating, Rurik felt full of energy, and his body and mind that should have been tired were refreshed.

Others stood in front of a group of sitting people like little devils.

He said: "Now, the settlement has been built. You old warriors, you know that this was our temporary camp after last year's battle, and this is the permanent settlement. What should I name it? I think, it's called Elrond couldn't have been more appropriate."

Many people already know this term, it was first mentioned by the great chief Otto, and it is assumed that the rising settlement in the north will be named after it.

"You guys, do you have any comments?"

First of all, the Rus people have no opinion. This kind of thing itself has to be done according to the leader's intention, and the people below can just watch it.

Unexpectedly, Mechasta cautiously explained his opinion. He knew that "Aron" means iron in Norse language, but simply calling it "Iron City" could not satisfy the permanent settlers of the Grey Squirrel Tribe.

After all, "grey squirrel" is the name that everyone has called themselves since ancient times!

Facing the sharp eyes of the Ross warriors, Mechasta resisted his nervousness and said, "Master, I have only one hope. Please be sure to add the names of us to the name of the settlement."

"You? Are you named after a squirrel. Well, the squirrel in our language is called..."

"Let's use our language. It's called Orava."

Rurik thought about it for a while, and he did not deny it. After all, his future rule needs the support of this group of Kewen people, and he must become the king of the group that speaks the same ancient Finnish language. In a sense, the Kewen people belonged to the first group of people who followed the dragon, and naturally needed some preferential treatment, thus serving as a benchmark to warn those new subjects of the benefits of being loyal servants.

"Okay, then add Orava." Saying that, Rurik lifted his foot and stomped on the ground, "I have decided that the settlement we are in is called Elon Orava. Mechas What do you think, Ta?"

"Good name!"

Rurik saw satisfaction from this guy's face, and he had to think about how important a name was to a group.

The settlement has a brand new name, which means "City of Iron Squirrels".

It's a wonderful thing to think about the gray squirrel becoming the iron squirrel.

It was a one-man show for Rurik rather than a bonfire meeting where everyone sat around.

He Rurik was the decision maker, and everyone else had to revolve around him.

"Now that you have a title! Mechasta, I give your people another architectural request."

"Please tell me, we will do it perfectly."

Rurik smiled softly: "You do well, that's your forte. I ask your men to cut down trees, look around the settlement and build tall walls and detachable wooden doors."

"This... is a defensive battle? Who is our enemy?" Mechasta became vigilant.

Rurik finally laughed out loud: "Don't worry, you are all my servants, and the construction of the fence is also for your self-protection. As for the enemy, who do you think it is? A hostile tribe? How is that possible?!"

"In the end... who is it?"

"It's a white bear!"

As soon as Rurik said these words, the people sitting around the scene instantly burst into laughter with their sullen faces.

Many people burst into tears with laughter, and were still muttering about a mere white bear or a wolf, but they scared us to build a wall.

"Stop laughing! I said, build the wall, you must build it for me! I can't let the bears roam our settlement!"

Mechasta couldn't laugh at this. The Kewen people built mountain forts on the hills or highlands, mainly to resist the attack of hostile tribes, and secondly to defend against beasts.

Rurik added: "I admire the mountain fort you once built, and in the end we didn't break it, it was you who surrendered voluntarily."

Speaking of this, many Ross warriors who had gone through that battle cast sharp eyes again, like a group of beasts, wanting to devour Mechasta alive.

"Those things are over." Mechasta said cautiously, "I have no hatred for you, I am your servant."

"Yeah. It's true that things have passed, and the two sides who were hostile in the past are now sitting together and talking about the future."

If so, why did Rurik feel that his words were so hypocritical? Pooh! Hypocrisy is also relative, and for the victor, hypocrisy is not blamed either.

After all, peace was restored between the two sides, and Rurik didn't want to abuse the group of surrenderers. He just worried that if he took excessive measures, he would force the rebellious Kewen group to fight back.

They need to be respected, even in form, and let them know that as the future leader of Ross, they value them.

So, can Rurik make a good show in form?

Of course there is.

Next, Rurik discussed with everyone his emotions about the fish resources in the rivers in the region, as well as his strong enthusiasm for the development of mines and timber resources.

He actually wanted to talk about fishing. The so-called real freshwater fish would not live in the brackish coastal areas. Even if there was only a little salinity, freshwater fish would hardly survive.

The fishermen have not yet explored the depths of the river today. Some of the fishermen will be evacuated early tomorrow morning, and some are definitely determined to stay. A group of young fishermen (who were elite soldiers in wartime) learned that, now that the settlement was under construction, Rurik was offering good pay to those who landed. Things have become like this, so what are you doing fishing and fishing by chance? !

It would be better to log in, go to Rurik and ask for an errand, for which the child will definitely arrange a job, and then pay generously.

A group of fishermen stayed with this attitude, and they will eventually realize their unique value.

Speaking of Rurik, he took the opportunity to lead the clansmen who participated in the battle to recall the war that took place here half a year ago, and on the other hand, to inform Mechasta of the whereabouts of the slain Kovins.

In the previous reminiscence, the Rus people present were talking and laughing, and their hands were still gesturing the fierce battle of the crossbow piercing the enemy's body. Seeing their excited appearance, Mechasta really couldn't laugh, and even felt that this was against his own tribe. insult.

So what can be done? This time, the Russ brought a lot of so-called steel-armed crossbows. What are these terrifying weapons supposed to do? Are there other enemies here?

Or was it just Rurik who wanted to shoot white bears to hunt for precious bear hides?

Mechasta felt that his estimate was correct, otherwise Rurik would not have mentioned the bear deliberately. What the hideous Rus people said was true. The stubby arrows fired by their crossbows were indeed extravagant and sharp weapons. He believed that there must be no leather armor in this world that could prevent him, unless the whole body was covered with iron pieces, just like the country called Rome that the Southern Finn storytellers claimed, with armor that resembled fish scales, but the so-called Fish scales, each scale is a real piece of iron!

It is perfect for hunting bears.