king of ros

Chapter 115 War Conference
Moscow, the city already looks like a princely residence. The moats that were once dry have been diverted from the Moskva River, and the wooden walls have become taller and stronger.

Behind the wooden wall, the people's houses and farmland are neatly arranged on the ground, and the wooden roads extend in all directions, giving people a sense of order and beauty, and the towering church has also taken shape.

The pier was full of goods, and the trestle was full of ships, and the sailors and laborers were busy all the time.

The banner of St. George's dragon slaying looked down on all of this, above all of it, showing the power of the prince. No one would doubt that this place is a city of princes.

It's just that now the city is full of war, and armed pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the streets. They either say goodbye to their families, or form a queue under the leadership of the managers of their neighborhoods. Weapon dealers are always crowded with the most people.

Even if the price keeps increasing, there are still people buying armor and weapons. These are life-saving guys on the battlefield, and they can't be sloppy.

The cavalry ran up and down the street, conveying orders from the prince's palace, and when they saw the Rurik banner hanging on their saddles, everyone hurriedly avoided it. It would be a serious crime to run into the prince's orderly.

But even though the breath of war is so pervasive, there is not much panic on people's faces. War is a part of people's life, and many people who gather for battle have experienced it many times.

A large number of soldiers gathered in the predetermined assembly place, and they formed a neat queue under the repeated beating and scolding of the soldiers.

The beauty of that order made Rostislav on the palace watchtower involuntarily indulged for a while, but only for a while, because he still had work to do next.

Immediately after receiving the news of the Bulgar invasion, the prince returned to Moscow, where after all his strength was concentrated, and only here he could rest assured.

And he called this meeting as soon as he got back to Moscow, and he needed to know what was going on.

In the prince's hall, all the city lords and city dignitaries under his command gathered here, as well as his relatives from other than Ross. The feeling of being on the battlefield.

Rostislav's hall is in the style of the imperial capital. The bright stove illuminates the entire hall brightly and at the same time brings warmth to the room. The decorations of the imperial capital and bookshelves full of books are placed on the walls. It shows the yearning of the Moscow princes for civilization.

"Nestor, please inform everyone about the current situation."

Rostislav called out to the future author of "Stories of Past Years". This monk also followed the prince to Northeast Russia. The prince of Moscow was his super big benefactor, so he naturally wanted to follow.

After coming to Northeast Ross, he took on the role of court recorder. Recently, he took over the information sent to Moscow by all parties, so it was naturally his task to report the situation.

"As you command, Maharaja."

The recorder bowed humbly, his face flushed a little, this was the first time he had faced so many big people, but then he controlled his emotions and began to explain the matters he had memorized by heart.

"It has been two weeks since the Persian merchant named Abdul informed us that the Bulgars had sent troops. Our scouts at the Kama River did detect the movement of the Bulgar fleet and army. Now we can confirm the Bulgar invasion. The news is unquestionably true.”

The recorder's words caused a small commotion among the crowd, but it was only a small commotion. The news of Bulgar's invasion had long been known to everyone, and now it was just confirmed.

"Then do you know their size?"

It was little Myshko, Rostislav's unnamed "relative," who was asking the question, a young man with a serious face and no smile.

"The scouts estimate that there are at least [-] of them."

This answer made the commotion more obvious, and Rostislav couldn't help but rubbed his head in distress, 1 people, Volga Bulgar is really willing to spend money this time.

However, the expression of the young man from Poland did not change. On the contrary, the prince also saw... the fighting spirit?
"How many people can I mobilize now?"

Not having time to pay attention to the expressions of the "relatives", the prince stopped the discussion of the people below with his words, and the recording officer's face, which was a little flustered because it was the first time he faced such a situation, calmed down a little, and continued to speak.

"Including the troops stationed in Kashin and reinforcements from all sides, we currently have about four thousand in our hands, my lord."

Facing such a number, Rostislav was not happy. For your Bulgar army, this number is seriously insufficient.

"Four thousand, the number of enemies is at least twice as many as ours. It's a headache. What do the towns say? Are they willing to send troops now?"

"Zhucheng said that they must guard their own gates to prevent the Bulgar from invading, so they can only... send part of their forces."

"Tsk, even though I knew it would happen, I still feel very uncomfortable."

Rostislav knew the news a long time ago, and asked again just to let everyone here understand the seriousness of the matter.

And it’s not bad if you don’t send troops, and there are even people who make troubles in private... If it weren’t for this, he wouldn’t have sent Yang to deal with these matters, or if the flag officer was still there, he should be the one to do the reporting work now .

"Okay, everyone must be aware of the situation, so do you have any countermeasures?"

Signaling the recording officer to back down, Rostislav looked at the military lords in the room, he had to listen to the opinions of the audience first.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that we launch a surprise attack directly. Now that we are outnumbered, only a surprise attack can turn the situation around. We can lay an ambush on the enemy's only path."

It was Ori who spoke. The prince's uncle Harald recently sent him. He has two hundred Norse elite under his command, all of whom have experienced the test of the Baltic Sea War. Harald's help can be said to be very strong.

Ori looked like a replica of Harald. He was tall and strong, and he wore a chain mail shirt at all times, exuding the breath of a warrior from head to toe.

After seeing him, the prince is not surprised why Harald chose this as his son-in-law. After all, this appearance is simply carved out according to Harald. He is also an elite fighter, and his uncle likes him the most. This is the kind of person.

Auri's proposal aroused a burst of approval. These people thought that this was the only way to reverse the situation at the moment. The destination of the Bulgar army could only be Kashin, so they only needed to set up an ambush on the way to Kashin.

"I think that's very inappropriate."

At this moment, objections also came out, and it was the Polish little Myshko who had just asked about the number of the Bulgar army.

Little Myshko is also wearing a chain armor, but the chain armor is covered with a painting with hills and dense red leaves on it. He looks like a standard knight, but he still gives people a sense of youthful impulsiveness after all.

"I think we should take the initiative to fight the Bulgars, and Christ will surely favor us to win."

Rostislav, who thought this relative would have some good ideas, immediately had a few black lines on his head. This guy knew that there was such a big gap between the enemy and us, but he still took the initiative to attack. Isn't this looking for death?

Everyone at the scene basically agreed with the prince, thinking that this is courting death, so few people agreed with the opinion of little Myshko.

This made the young man's face a little uneasy, and his face turned red visible to the naked eye, but the anger was obviously still there, and he was just suffocating there.

But Rostislav's thinking here is not wrong, his relative is "court death".

"Go away, young man who has never experienced war, don't talk nonsense here, war is the business of adults."

"Are you questioning the authority of God? With God's blessing, we will surely win. We just need to move forward!"

On the prince's side, he just felt black lines, and the violent Aurui directly yelled. In his opinion, this young man who had never experienced war was obviously provoking him.And the little Mishko on the opposite side was not to be outdone, and directly scolded back in the name of Christ, which just relieved the embarrassment just now, and the entire hall was filled with the voices of these two scolding each other.

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(End of this chapter)