"Don't hesitate! Surrender. You can still have a chance of survival by surrendering to the Grand Duke now. Saving your life is the most important thing!"
"You coward! That Russian killed so many people, and you actually want to surrender. And do you think he will let you go if you lick Yaroslav's boots?"
"Then let's fight to the end without thinking? You fool, may the gods grant you wisdom and see the situation clearly. There is no way we can come back."
"You are all cowards! You should go out of the city and fight the Russians! Yumar (note 1) will take care of us!"
Noisy filled the hall of Aral. Chief Chude, who was dressed in different styles, was arguing for a way out. Everyone was blushing and thick-necked. From time to time, they waved their fists to express their toughness, or simply left angrily. Some people even started fighting.
It seems that this can strengthen the voice.
The relationship between this group of people is really complicated. From allies to enemies, all kinds of relationships exist here. Even when Alar was still leading the Chude tribes, he could not let this group of people sit together, and Ross
It's ironic that people come with fire and swords but they do it. I have to say.
Aral was sitting on a pine bench, with a large amber jewelry on his neck, which was a rarity even in this amber production area.
The young guards were fully armed and accompanied their lord with axes, showing their power as a lord.
Warlord Chu De's fingers went up and down on the armrest, tapping rhythmically, and looked indifferently at the noisy scene in front of him.
The group of people in front of them are the most powerful group of people in Estonia, but now they are arguing like village women, arguing at the top of their lungs.
It's really ugly.
Aral looked at the quarreling chiefs with disdain, as if he were watching a group of jesters performing a farce.
After Yuriev's World War I, they abandoned him like trash, but now they are coming closer to him like candy, and they can't get rid of him no matter what.
When the Russian army entered, Aral realized that the Russians had a big plan. Yaroslav wanted to eradicate the roots this time. To this end, he worked in many ways to raise strength, but no one paid attention to him at all, even the most pessimistic people about the Russian invasion.
He also believed that this army would not come to kill him, Aral, and would not affect others.
Everyone despised his running and despised his envoy, and even put the envoy's head on a spear, saying that it was to avenge the people who were led to death by him. Aral only found this ridiculous and thought so.
Why don't you seek revenge from the Russians?
It's better now. The Russians bathed the land with fire and swords. This group of short-sighted fools finally realized that what he said was right and stood on his side. But now even with the troops in their hands,
There were not enough Russians to fight.
There are only a thousand people in this mountain fortress. This is the last essence of the entire Estonia. The rest are either killed or made into slaves.
What made Aral even more angry was that these homeless dogs were actually plotting under his nose, and their plot only made him laughable.
But when it comes to conspiracy, Aral can't help but think of his "allies" in Kiev. Well, his big gamble failed, and now he has completely fallen into the hands of this testing pawn...
Suddenly, everyone's discussion suddenly stopped, because the door of the hall had been opened, and the envoy sent by Aral to negotiate with the Russians came back.
Everyone's eyes were turned to the envoy, even the most fanatical and militant ones. Everyone wanted to know the outcome of the negotiations with Yaroslav.
And Alar also woke up from his fugue, and he understood that the highlight was about to begin, a highlight in every sense of the word.
"Sir, Yaroslav made it clear that peace talks with us are impossible, and all the hostages sent have been returned."
The black news caused the hall to explode. People's faces were filled with tension and panic. Most people still hope for peace talks. They don't want to die yet. But now the door to peace talks has been completely blocked, and all the hostages have been returned.
Well, these hostages are all close relatives of the chiefs present. Grand Duke Ross really wants to eradicate them.
Alar still looked indifferent on the surface, but his hand quietly rested on the hilt of the sword, and the key was about to come.
"Aral, are you responsible for all this?"
Sure enough, such a voice came out from the crowd, and the entire hall became quiet again. Everyone looked at Alar in the main seat, waiting for his answer, and at the same time exerted silent pressure on him.
"Tsk, why are you so secretive?"
The disdain on Alar's face became even stronger.
"If you want to use my head to appease the Russians, just say so. All this is really unnecessary."
Alar revealed the true thoughts of the voice in one word. He had known that many people were planning to use their heads to appease the Russians, but judging from the posture of the Russians, it was not his head that was used by Alar.
Can be dismissed.
But just like a person will grab everything he can find before drowning, these people naturally offered his head as the last straw to save themselves.
Seeing Aral's answer, the shouter didn't say anything else according to the script. Half of the people present walked out of the crowd and drew their swords, while non-participants retreated to the back half of the hall to see what would happen.
develop.
"Since you understand, then we won't act anymore."
A chief with a rough beard said with a sword.
"We need your head, Alar. Don't expect your people to come to your rescue. They have been dealt with long ago."
"Oh, really?"
Aral pulled out his dagger, played with it, and then smashed it against the clay pot next to him.
The broken clay pot made a crisp sound. With this sound, the closed door opened again, and non-participants got out of the way one after another, allowing the fully armed warriors to pour into the hall. Without any hesitation, they opened their doors to the invaders.
Killing. And soldiers also walked out of the side door beside Alar, protecting the master behind him.
The Chude chiefs who were trying to force the palace never expected that Alar would show up. These guards should have been controlled by now.
Now they can only use commoners and swords to fight against the samurai's armor and battle axes, and the result is self-evident.
Following the tragic screams, the lord's hall turned into a sea of blood. The floor was covered with broken human limbs. The warriors' armors were stained red by the blood of the dead. All the people who forced the uterus were like suckling pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
He was beheaded, while the non-participants were trembling behind him, fearing that he would be next.
"I think everyone should have no objections now."
Aral on the main seat smiled, but no one dared to respond.
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Note 1: The name of the god of Finno-Ugric mythology in Estonia, and his other names in other areas where Finns are distributed all refer to him.