king of ros

Chapter 12: Pleasure Flies

"Good boy, you played really well."

Yaroslav's first words were admiration. He has seen the heroic appearance of this child on the battlefield. As the biggest of the younger generation, this performance can be used as an example for his peers.

"It's a little risky, but it is the right thing to do as the son of a prince to fight in battle."

Veshata made some vague criticisms, but what Rostislav did was what Prince Rurik should do. The reason why the Rurik family became the lord of Ross is to keep fighting on the battlefield.

Although there are many people who died, the survivors will surely lead the family to become stronger.

A sound of hoofbeats attracted the attention of the three of them, and the scouts with leather caps on their heads rode over and got off their horses and knelt down in front of the three great men.

"Grand Duke, the Chude people have completely collapsed. Yuriev sent people here. They said they have prepared a banquet and are waiting for the army to come and enjoy it."

"Really? Mayor Yuriev's reaction is pretty quick. If that's the case, let's assemble the troops, clean up the battlefield, and then let us go to the city and enjoy it."

Yaroslav nodded in satisfaction, and ordered everyone to gather the army, because he basically fled the Chude people into the forest, and there was no need to hunt them down. It was almost impossible to find them in the vast forest.

"As you order, Grand Duke."

The two responded quickly.

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Towards evening that day, the army of the Grand Duke of Kyiv entered Yuriev.And when the army of the Grand Duke of Kyiv entered the city, the streets were full of residents who came to welcome the Grand Duke.

The Grand Duke, who was marching forward with countermeasures, burst into cheers one after another, as if welcoming the Messiah.

Mayor Yuriev even personally led the horse for the Grand Duke, and the local bishop also accompanied him. Their faces were full of gratitude. No matter what grievances they had in the past, the Grand Duke rescued them from the shadow of the siege.

The Grand Duke is familiar with such scenes, with a gentle smile on his face, waving to the cheering crowd from time to time, causing more cheers to erupt from the crowd.

"This feeling doesn't seem like coping."

Rostislav was among the nobility behind his grandfather, and he could see that most of the welcoming crowd felt very sincere.

"Of course it's true."

Veshatta looked at the people and replied.

"You have seen what the Chud people have done outside. Of course, the citizens of Yuriev should be grateful to the Grand Duke who kept them away from the threat of the siege."

Rostislav nodded subconsciously, recalling the brutal scene he saw in the burned village.

"Have fun tonight, Yuriev will entertain all their goodies, and enjoy this... the taste of victory."

When Veshatta said this, his face was very unnatural. He always felt that there was something wrong with the victory in the daytime, but he really couldn't tell what was going on.

Seeing this, Rostislav also understood what Veshata was worried about, but he had no idea about it, because just as his grandfather had expressed: it was useless to think about it before the Chud people made a move.

Compared with these worries, what he cares more about now is the banquet in his uncle's mouth. He has spent these days in the army. Even though he is a prince, his daily diet can be said to be bland, and he can finally be liberated !

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Compared with Kyiv, which has been influenced by Byzantine culture, the north still maintains a rougher style, and this is even more evident at the banquet.

Plenty of steaming bread, roast meat, and broth were served to the soldiers' tables, followed by rounds of golden cheese, and wine barrels were placed around the square as the meeting place, and anyone could scoop a glass of cold wine from it. kvass.

The warriors under the Grand Duke's command were very pleased with all this, and they loved such rough banquets, and the musicians played joyful northern music to make the atmosphere more cheerful.

The citizens also participated in the banquet. The haze of the siege has disappeared, and they also need entertainment.

From time to time, women's smiles were heard in the venue. Yuriev's daughters would not let go of such a perfect opportunity to make money. Some local women also hope to "vent" the depression brought about by the siege. Soldiers also need women. The body releases the pressure of the battle, and even in some dark places, those who can't wait have already "dried".

Compared with the rough outside, the scene inside the tent is a little more civilized. Artworks from the imperial capital adorn this place. They are all enough to be called princely gifts, but the elites living in it are the elites of Ross, and this art cannot How much temperament of the imperial capital has been brought to them, but they don't care.

Opposite Rostislav, there were several nobles fighting for wine. At a glance, they looked the same as the soldiers outside. Their expensive furs were stained with wine, and there was no trace of nobility.

All kinds of obscenities could be heard from time to time, and the people who were drunk gradually let go, and some people directly pulled the maid between the banquets into their arms and slapped their hands.

The Grand Duke still maintained his majesty as the ruler of Ross. Although he was drinking constantly, his expression was still the same as usual, and everyone around him did not dare to be too presumptuous.

Fortunately, he was there, so the banquet was not completely let go. Rostislav wondered if those guys who messed with the maids would directly broadcast a live broadcast here.

The banquet went on until late at night, and the whole Yuriev was enveloped by the sound of banquet.

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The ancients once said that the sound of joy often brings disaster. When the Rus people were intoxicated with the joy of victory, outside Yuriev City, the defeated army gathered again, and its momentum was even stronger.

The Chude people crossed the dense forest quietly, and their orderly actions were completely unaffected by failures in the daytime.

"Please tell the leaders of the islands that Estonia will not forget their support."

Aral, the unifier of the Estonian tribes, looked at the bearded Vikings in front of him. They came from the Viking settlers of the northwestern Estonian archipelago and the local Viking tribes.

Alar was of average height, and his appearance was not outstanding among the crowd, only his gray eyes were conspicuous.

"Our swords fight for you."

The burly Viking warrior simply said to Alar that even if he left, the clansman and warriors still needed to rectify.

Alar looked at the back of the departing figure. In order to gain the support of the Norse people, he paid a lot of price, and these prices can only be achieved after conquering Yuriev as planned and killing Grand Duke Ross.

He has no way to retreat, and because of this, he has thrown all the cards in his hand. If he fails, then he doesn't have to worry, because he won't have to think about it then.

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(End of this chapter)