king of ros

Chapter 277 The Prodigal Son Returns Home
While the army was resting briefly in Yaroslavl, the commander of Rostislav's main troops, the commander of the Moscow Battalion, Yegor Ivanovich Serikhov, crossed the Volga.

He came to Fort Andrey, the most important colonial stronghold and fortress of the Sherikhov family.

In Fort Andrei, Yegor spent many years. He set off here many times to participate in distant adventures with his father and brothers, and spent countless first times here. A whole body of skills.

Yegor's departure was permitted by Rostislav. The prince of Moscow understood his desire to meet his dead brother, and agreed to let him set off to meet his brothers first, and return to the team directly when the winter army arrived.

Fort Andre is a typical eastern European walled city. Behind the thick wooden walls are the houses of the immigrants and the towers of the lords.

Outside the wooden wall is the field developed by the residents, but it appears that the field has been covered with ice and snow, which looks like a world of ice and snow.

It had been besieged not long ago, so these fields were littered with scattered weapons and broken shields. As for the corpses?They were stripped of their clothes and buried in the ground to fertilize the fields.

Yegor rode his horse to the door and called to the top of the tower.

Although those tribes had been tamed, the appearance of the riders still made the city wall vigilant, and the city wall was covered with soldiers all of a sudden.

Yegor couldn't see any familiar faces, and Yegor already knew what happened to those familiar faces.

"Open the door, I am Yegor Ivanovich Serikhov."

Since Yegor had been away for several years, the guards above could no longer recognize the young master.

But when the butler heard the sound coming, the door was opened immediately.

The commander of the Moscow Battalion reined in his horse behind the gate built by his father, surrounded by everything that was unfamiliar but familiar.

Those buildings are still those buildings, as if nothing has changed, but the people have changed a lot.

The backbone and youth of many strongholds died in the attacks of the tribal people, and now the guards on the city walls are either too old or too young.

However, there are still a lot of armed forces in the stronghold. Those soldiers who passed by, those soldiers from the Chude camp and Moscow mercenaries made Yegor feel at ease again.

It was their arrival that completely stabilized the situation and allowed their family to take the initiative to punish the rebels.

After handing over the horse to the boy who came over, Yegor looked at the old butler who was walking towards him.

This butler is a fellow villager of his father, and he was here when his father opened up eastward, and his son is also the backbone of the stronghold.

But it is a pity that his son died in that ambush just like Yegor's brother.

"Condolences."

Looking at the butler, Yegor said this sentence, and this was the only sentence he could say.

And his heart is actually very sad, the housekeeper's son is also his good friend, and he is also very sad for his good friend's death.

"No, Master Yegor, it's nothing."

The old butler was quite calm and did not show any sadness. After all, it has been so long, and death is a part of the times, and people have long been numb to it.

"Where are my brothers?"

Seeing what the old butler said, Yegor didn't say anything anymore, and no one else was troubled by it, so what else did he say?So he asked about his brothers.

"Here, our brother."

Just as Yegor asked, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

He looked behind him with a surprised expression, and it was indeed that person he saw.

His fourth brother, Anton Ivanovich Sherikhov, and beside Anton was his third brother, Vasily Ivanovich Sherikhov.

Anton's attire was very conspicuous among the crowd of Ross people. He also wore a Greek-style robe over the fur coat, which undoubtedly made him stand out from the crowd and gave him a more civilized feel.

But the ax on his waist and his rough hands showed that he was not a bookworm with a mind full of words.

And Vasily was dressed like countless simple farmers in this land. If it weren't for his luxurious fur hat, others would definitely not recognize him as the young master of the stronghold.

Vasily's daily life is taciturn, rarely—to be precise, he doesn't express his feelings—but he is good at running daily affairs, and always gets things done without making a sound.

"God bless, Vasily, Anton, it's good to see you."

Egor warmly gave the brothers a hug. He was eager to see the brothers now more than ever, and after seeing the brothers, the strong emotion in his heart immediately surged up.

After hugging the two brothers, he took a good look at them. Vasily was as silent and honest as ever, giving off a very reliable feeling.

And Anton, who returned from studying abroad in the imperial capital in the south, carried an aura of foresight and knowledge, which is the unique aura of intellectuals.

The relationship between the brothers is very harmonious, and the relationship between them has not changed due to different experiences and jobs. They talked about the things in the past with smiles on their faces.

Anton was the most active. This top student at the University of Constantinople told them many anecdotes from afar.

And Vasily, the long-time logistics manager of Fort Andrei, talked about development and harvest as if reciting articles.

As for Yegor, of course what he mentioned was his battle story.

The three brothers didn't express any boredom with each other's topics. They were such brothers. They remembered that they spent a whole week in the wilderness together in order to clean up the wild animals in the forest.

He also asked about the whereabouts of Joseph Golovin, the leader of the East Coast Church and the elder who watched their brothers grow up, and the answer he got was that the priest was preparing for the road protection for the expedition in the wilderness .

Speaking of which, this Golovin priest is also a legend. He has attracted so many priests from different denominations in the south to explore the north. Some time ago, he went to the imperial capital to seek the help of the Patriarch.

It's a pity that the patriarch was very angry because of the fish-making attitude of the Ross princes in the Hungarian incident, so he got nothing and could only return empty-handed.

No, it’s not wrong to say that there is nothing. On the way, I tricked a few Greek farmers to farm in the north, and touched a lot of Seiko candles from the Hagia Sophia.

However, the fate of those Greek farmers was not good, and they died on the way because of acclimatization.

They chatted so excitedly that they didn't even notice that they were standing in front of the city gate.

However, no one dared to disturb the three young masters. The most experienced butler in the stronghold just looked at their friendship with a gratified smile, and then went to work on his own.

It's just that no matter how joyous it is, no matter how excited the brothers are, some things must be faced after all, that extremely cruel fact.

But at this time, the three of them fell silent in a tacit understanding. No one wanted to mention that matter. It was really, too cruel for them.

"Egor, are you going to see Boris?"

In the end, Anton broke the silence, and Yegor just nodded silently, expressing his acquiescence.

Following Anton's order, the servant quickly brought the war horses for the two young masters in the stronghold. Anton also ordered some things for the servant, as if to put something on the saddle.

Then the three brothers left Fort Andre on horseback and came to a small hill outside the stronghold.

On the top of the hill is the grave of Boris Ivanovich.

Boris's grave is very simple, it is a tombstone, behind the tombstone is the land where Boris' body is buried.

Looking at his brother's grave, Yegor thought a lot.

He thought of the happy times they had as brothers, of their struggles together, of how they had worked together for their father's cause.

There were sorrows and joys, excitement and disappointment in those years, but they were all worth remembering.

With these memories, tears flowed down Yegor's face. This kind of behavior is generally regarded as cowardice, but no one sees it that way at the moment, and Anton and Vasily are also silently sad.

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(End of this chapter)