king of ros

Chapter 214 Market Brawl
"Lord Rostislav, is Rostislav here?"

Just when Rostislav turned his horse and was about to go back to the Hungarian palace with Jan, a horse rider hurried over, and he called Rostislav's name, his anxiety was beyond words.

That person was Rostislav's personal entourage, but this person was not wearing armor now, but simply wearing a hunting suit. Seeing him coming in such a hurry, the Prince of Moscow quickly echoed.

"I'm looking for someone, what happened? Is there something wrong with the camp?"

Seeing the hurried appearance of his entourage, the prince of Moscow subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with them, and hurriedly asked.

During this period of time, the soldiers in the camp were restless. They were also carnival during this period of time, and even brought prostitutes into the camp.

This is because considering that they have traveled so far and experienced a lot of wars, and the Magyars received the Russ very enthusiastically, the princes also temporarily let them go and play.

But this play caused a lot of problems, either drinking today or fighting tomorrow, and the most exaggerated time was to set the tent on fire, making Rostislav really a little dizzy.

All he can do is to restrain his subordinates as much as possible, so that they don't do too much mischief, of course, they still have to play when they should.

"My lord, my lord, neither, there is nothing wrong with it."

The entourage was full of breath, it was obvious that the whole journey was going fast, so he slowed down for a while.

And his words made Rostislav feel that his mood was wasted, you came here in such a hurry and told me I was fine?
But his next sentence immediately changed Rostislav's mind.

"Our people fought with people in the market, and there were many people on the opposite side!"

"What? Take me there right away!"

Hearing that there was a fight with someone, and there were many people on the other side, Rostislav immediately became anxious, mainly because he was afraid that something would happen to his own people, and even more afraid that it would be troublesome to clean up what happened.

Most of the Ross merchants sold in the market are actually the spokespersons of the princes, so they are undoubtedly the princes' people.

And for Rostislav personally, the main thing on the market today is the wine he brought from Moldavia, and it would be too bad if something happened to ruin the wine.

While talking, the Prince of Moscow found two horsemen, stuffed them with a few hryvnia silver ingots, and took their horses to ride with Yang.

"Yes!"

The rider immediately responded, showing the way for the prince.

The matter was urgent, so the three of them rode horses very fast, so they made a lot of trouble along the way, and even overturned several stalls.

There are also frightened livestock running around, and their owners are chasing after them in a panic.

Rostislav still couldn't bear to see the scene, so he directly threw a handful of Ross silver coins as compensation, and this caused a burst of snatching by the crowd.

Regardless of the chaos behind them, they hurried through the street like this.

Fortunately, the businessmen and pedestrians in front of them all saw three guys who were desperately running on horses, so they all gave way early, so nothing major happened.

Of course, the people were terrified.

And as they got closer to their destination, the sounds of noise and beating became more obvious.

Finally, as the entourage stopped, Rostislav was able to see the scene of the fight.

The place where the fight took place was at the edge of the market, where Ross merchants set up camp and opened their shops. Since the Ross people brought a lot of wine for sale, and even set up a few temporary wine taverns, there were always many merchants coming and going here. It's always busy here too.

But now the bustling scene has disappeared, and there are only overturned tables, chairs and wine barrels, and the bright red wine is spilled on the ground like sewage, and the people fighting on the sewage are Magyars one after another with the Russ.

The faces of both sides were full of anger. Many people were still fighting each other even though their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but no one used weapons.

This made Rostislav heave a sigh of relief. This is really a blessing in misfortune. Not using a knife shows that everyone still knows the bottom line. If a knife is used, it will be really hard to deal with.

But the situation is still urgent. Although the knife is not used now, the situation is not much better than starting the knife.

Many people have already poured their life and death into the red liquid that is not known to be wine, blood, or a mixture of the two.

And judging from the appearance of those people who are still fighting, it is a matter of time before they draw their swords. If someone gets excited and draws their swords to slash people, the situation will be completely different.

"Rostislav, what shall we do now?"

Looking at this fight, Yang's drunkenness disappeared instantly, his expression was very serious, the situation in front of him is not easy to deal with.

"What to do, both sides are red-eyed, if we don't do anything again, this group of people may draw their swords."

Rostislav's face was serious. He roughly calculated that there are still a dozen people on the field who are still fighting each other, and more fell down. It seems that they have been fighting for a while, which is just right, and their physical strength has been exhausted. Quite a lot, when it's time to perform.

"Let's end this brawl and knock everyone down!"

Rostislav made a decision in his heart, since it seemed difficult to separate this group of people, just knock them all down.

Yang raised his eyebrows, and there was interest in his eyes, such things are rare.

And at this very moment, Rostislav had already rushed forward with his fists waving.

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"Bastard! I..."

The scolding was only halfway through, and it was finally stopped by the oncoming fist, and the man's nose was directly hit by the punch until it spurted blood crazily.

Rostislav didn't give him any pause, and then punched the man in the face again, knocking him to the ground, and then he could only struggle there, unable to get up.

And there are already a dozen such people, and they are all lying behind Rostislav, and Yang and the entourage who reported to him before are checking the situation of the fallen people.

There was also a lot of blood on the two of them. It seemed that the two of them also participated in the fight, but the escort was obviously not as relaxed and leisurely as Rostislav and Jan. His exhaustion was the strongest among the three. .

"Huh, it's really fun.

Looking at the blood on his fists, Rostislav looked very interested. Just now he knocked down six people at once. This simple fight gave him a great sense of satisfaction.

This is different from fighting in battle, it's just the meeting of fists, the collision of pure blood and blood, the most primitive collision.

The attendant looked at Rostislav with some awe in his eyes, and the prince unexpectedly overthrew most of the people here within a few minutes.

Yang, on the other hand, has a normal face. He has been with Rostislav for so many years, and he grew up in the same city. Isn't he clear about this boss's fighting ability?

Rostislav has been the king of children since he was a child, but he seldom fights, because after the fight, other children don't want to experience it again.

Rostislav randomly found a box to do it, found a small wine barrel and poured it directly into his mouth, regardless of the wine flowing all over himself, anyway, he continued to pour it like this.

It was filled with rare Moldavian wines, not high-end products outside, but now Rostislav didn't care about that, he just wanted to drink.

The fine wine that should have been tasted was drunk like this. Rostislav felt very happy after drinking the wine in the small barrel. This feeling is very comfortable. There is nothing better than drinking like this after a fight.

At this time, those people who had stayed away because of the fight also gathered around, pointing at Rostislav and discussing the fight.

Some people who saw Rostislav's beating posture just now have been bragging to the people around him about the Muscovite prince's skills. In their words, Rostislav is getting more and more awesome, as if he knocked down everyone here.

Next, the law enforcement Magyars and Russ all rushed over, and what they saw was Rostislav sitting among the losers, his clothes were stained red, whether it was blood or wine, Moscow The prince gave them a smile.

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(End of this chapter)