king of ros

Chapter 23

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Amidst the shouts of the soldiers, the improvised ram hit the iron-clad gate of the main fort, making a loud noise, and the gate trembled violently, but it still stood.

This time I failed to smash through the gate, but it was all expected. Another impact will come soon, and it will break through sooner or later.

From time to time, someone was shot down by arrows falling from the sky, but was dragged to the rear immediately, and a new replacement immediately took over the vacated position.

As for the crenel where the arrows were shot, it was immediately baptized by dozens of arrows, and the archer was suppressed so that he did not dare to show his face.

Rostislav and his personal soldiers lined up after the ram, waiting for the moment when the gate was broken, followed by the subordinates of the other Rus dignitaries and Norse warriors. Everyone knew that the Grand Duke and the king had given Rostislav the first place. Slav, no one will rob him.

Of course, they're also there to clean up the mess when the worst happens.

And beyond the range of the mountain fort, Yaroslav and Harald pulled up two chairs from somewhere, as if they were having a common discussion there, and the object of their discussion was Rostislav.

"I am very optimistic about this child. His appearance reminds me of the heavy cavalry and archers of the Maharaja (referring to the Byzantine emperor). The most rare thing is that he is good at fighting and fighting at such a young age."

Harald took the mead from his subordinates and poured it into his mouth boldly. The wine dripped all over his beard, but the King of Norway just wiped it off with his sleeve indifferently.

"And his...what's up? Oh, 'buddy cavalry' is good too, if only I had one of those in the South back then, so I wouldn't have to watch jerks on horseback run ahead of me to pick up the loot."

Harald has worked for the maharaja of the imperial capital for many years and has seen all kinds of battlefields. What annoys him the most is being robbed of spoils by the maharaja's riders. depressed

"This kid is really good and a great start for my grandchildren."

Compared with Harald's approval, Yaroslav's words were more flat, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Facing his father-in-law like this, Harald curled his lips in disdain, really, why pretend to be so familiar, you are obviously very happy, if others don't notice, why don't I notice.

"Okay, tell me, how do you plan to arrange for this child."

The ruthless are too lazy to sing a double reed with the wise, and cut directly to the theme, so as not to continue to go around in circles.

"And there's Vladimir's death. I don't think it's right. Have you found anything?"

"My son's death... I think I'll get something useful soon. As for the boy Rostislav, I think the land of the forest is a good place, where the tribes are getting more and more restless, Bulgar People are also a little ready to move... That piece of land needs a Rurik prince to sit in charge."

Yaroslav glanced at his son-in-law with some dissatisfaction. This kid is still the same, he hasn't changed. He doesn't know the "speaking skills" of a ruler even after becoming a king. He will always be so rampant. Sooner or later, he will suffer because of it.

"The land behind the forest? You are really willing to send people to such a place."

Harald clicked his tongue a little. He knew the reputation of the land behind the woods. That land was full of river bends and dense forests, and there were countless villages and tribes that did not listen to orders and acted on their own. Even by Ross' standards A proper wild place.

"This is to keep him away from the chaos in Kyiv. He is not qualified to participate in the struggle in Kyiv after my death. The land behind the forest is closed and remote, where he can wait and see what happens. If he retreats, he will be a prince of peace for the rest of his life. Jin then participates in the Kyiv political situation."

Yaroslav's words were full of elders' worries about their children and grandchildren. He knew very well that he would not live for a few years, and the struggles after his death would never be handled by this child, so it is better to send him to the land of the forest That remote place, far from the center of the vortex.

"Oh, my father-in-law, it's really unlucky for you to say that you will die in a few years."

Although Harald said he complained, he actually approved of it. The physical condition of the wise man has long been known to passers-by. Everyone knows that Ross' Grand Duke will not live for a few years.

"Let's leave that behind and talk about the present first. Although you have made such an arrangement, can the child really understand what you mean? He is a child who grew up in the city and can eat that The suffering of living in that kind of backcountry?"

Harald's problem can be said to hit the core. Let a child who grew up in a rich city go to a poor country, and the result will either make the child hate the commander, or try to escape the poor fief.

"Of course I have to do more than that, but no matter what I do, it still depends on him where things go."

Yaroslav said slowly, and after he finished speaking, the wise man closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he didn't want to talk more.

Seeing that Yaroslav didn't want to say more, Harald decided to stop talking. He just asked the guards to bring mead and drank it while admiring the battle in front of him.

Alas, I can only help you so much, my eldest nephew.

With the golden liquid entering his mouth, the King of Norway thought so.

He is very optimistic about this child, but his political future is really bad, and he can only help as much as he can.

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The ram made of the Estonian sacred tree hit the door heavily, making the door tremble with every hit. Many Chude people behind the door pressed against the door, trying to offset some of the impact with their bodies.

But every time it staggered open under the impact, the door became more and more overwhelmed, and it would be a matter of time before it was knocked open.

Everyone knew that their fate was coming, and everyone consciously lined up behind the door, waiting for the moment when the door broke.

Someone picked up the spear and sword and axe, someone pulled the string, and everyone was nervously waiting for the last moment.

At this time, Aral, who had changed his armor, came down the stairs, and the people automatically made way for him, allowing him to come to the forefront of the team.

The Chu De warlord waved his long sword to everyone, the hilt of the long sword was inlaid with uncarved amber.

"May the gods bless us."

Looking at the trembling gate under the impact of the ram, Alar said this.

As soon as the voice fell, the door burst open, and the clansmen on top, together with the reinforcements placed before, were directly bounced away, and the sunlight also shone into the somewhat dark hall.

"Come on!"

Roaring wildly, the former leader of Chu De rushed to the gate that was opened under the hammer, rushed towards the sun, and rushed towards the shield and sword.

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(End of this chapter)