"Silver chain armor, a sword that cuts iron like clay, surrounded by fully armed elites."
Harald, the High King of Norway said after giving his name, and revealed everything he observed to the young Prince of Rus.
"You are like a wolf cub hunting for the first time, eager for success. It can be seen that you have not experienced much war, and you are full of bloody courage that is difficult to contain."
"I think there is one person in Rus' who fits all that I mentioned, my nephew, Rostislav Vladimirovich?"
"Uncle Harald, I didn't expect to see you here. I didn't expect that the reinforcements arranged by my grandfather would be you."
Facing the thunder from the north, Rostislav quickly turned over and dismounted. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then bowed his head slightly to show respect. This respect came from the heart. The prince of Nuocheng knew very well what achievements this king had made.
"The Heartless", "Thunder of the North", "Bulgarian Arsonist", these terrifying nicknames all belong to the king in front of him, the famous Harald Hardrada. Behind these names,
It is a great achievement.
Harald himself is a legend. He went into exile when he was young and went to Byzantium to work as a mercenary. He performed countless deeds worthy of the praise of the Saga, created his own war group, and became famous in the south as the "Bulgarian Arsonist".
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After becoming famous, he went to Kiev to marry the daughter of the Grand Duke of Kiev, who was once out of reach. Then he returned to the north with his wife and subordinates, used fire and sword to regain his brother's lost throne, and became the supreme leader of Norway.
And now, he started a long battle with the King of Denmark and destroyed Hedeby, one of the most prosperous cities in the north, adding another achievement to his saga poems. Warriors throughout the north were named Harald
As an example, this is a legend in the world.
"Since my father-in-law is going to put himself in danger, how can I not cooperate? And that's fine. I have fooled Denmark's idiot again. I guess Sven is still stupidly waiting for me in the strait."
Harald seemed to be familiar with Rostislav, and he was indeed very familiar with the prince of No. In the past few years, he had come to No. less to sell trophies and slaves, and to buy supplies. Naturally, he had frequent conversations with him.
Dealing with the father of the prince of Nuocheng.
As a result, Rostislav was able to meet the King of Norway several times and developed a fairly good relationship with his uncle. This is why Rostislav breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him.
"I already know about your father. It's such a pity that such a warrior should die on a truly magnificent battlefield."
Harald's tone was very normal. After all, for this legend, death was as commonplace as it could no longer touch his heart.
For him, the biggest regret is that Vladimir, the hero he recognized, did not die as heroic on the battlefield as in the song. In his opinion, this is the destination of a strong man.
When Rostislav mentioned his father, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, but he quickly adjusted it. They were on the battlefield.
Speaking of the battlefield, the battle situation has been decided. There is no possibility of the Chude army to assemble. The Norwegians are hunting down deserters and capturing prisoners.
Ross's main force has only just arrived on the battlefield now and is crushing the last Chude regiment that stubbornly resisted.
"Uncle Harald, you really live up to the name of 'Thunder'."
Prince Nuocheng's words were filled with envy. The King of Norway defeated the Chude army by his own strength. The Russians were just here to add to the cake. If he had such a powerful force, how could he fall into the current embarrassing situation.
But Rostislav also understood that this could only be imagined. Harald's elite had experience in axe-fighting in the streets of the imperial capital, in the fields of Bulgaria, and in the hills of Asia Minor. They were veritable elites who fought in hundreds of battles.
If you want to have such combat power, you don't know how much money and lives you have to pay.
"This is all thanks to the Norse compatriots on the Estonian islands. If it weren't for their fire, I wouldn't have been able to win so easily."
Rostislav couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, "You actually made them surrender?"
As the son of the prince of Noro, Rostislav was well aware that the Nossians scattered on many islands along the Estonian coast were in trouble. Before Harald set off a wave that swept across the entire Baltic Sea, they were the largest source of pirates in the Eastern Baltic Sea.
"I just promised them to join in the robbery."
Harald's answer was relaxed, and the prince of Norse was not surprised that the Norse pirates had defected. The rich trophies Harald obtained from Hedebe tempted every ambitious person in the Baltic Sea. Now Harald
If Germany gives you a chance, then they will naturally come over one after another.
Rostislav and Harald stood there and chatted regardless of the blood on their bodies. Harald did not change his attitude towards Rostislav because of his embarrassing political status. He only saw brave men.
The difference between a coward and a coward.
Rostislav valued his relationship with Harald very much. If he could have this king as an ally, his future would be much easier.
When the two communicated about the situation in the north, the battle also came to an end. The last resistance of the Chud people had been shattered by the shield wall of the Ross army. The battle had turned into a slave-catching competition. This was the most exciting moment.
, the greatest value of this group of barbarians lies in this.
There were losers who were knocked unconscious and tied up everywhere. They were piled together with the corpses. From then on, they were no longer human beings, but the property of the victors. These worthless slaves would be exchanged for real money in the south. This
It's worth so much more than their dead lives.
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded behind the two northern warriors. They looked back and saw that the wise man and his bodyguards had arrived. Looking at his son-in-law and grandson covered in blood, the Grand Duke couldn't help but frown.
"Harald, you always make yourself covered in blood. Sooner or later you will die on the battlefield. As for Rostislav, don't imitate this guy, he is just risking his life."
"Haha, I wish I could do this. Maybe the Valkyrie can take me to Valhalla."
Harald pushed back without fear, and also mentioned the pagan Valkyrie, but the wise man did not say anything further. He knew the temper of his son-in-law very well, and talking to him would be endless, and the prince of Nuocheng
Then he nodded silently. He was a junior and had to lower his profile.
"Is that bastard Aral dead?"
The wise man did not continue to say anything about the hygiene issue, but directly turned the topic to what he cared about most.
"That guy is slippery, let him run away."
Harald rolled the back of his head with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.