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"Ha, Iva, I think you want to lick the boots of the Yaroslavitches. Did your years in Kyiv make you forget who you really are? How can you say such weak words? ?”

Konstantin, who sat across from him, taunted him. The nobleman was very strong, and his brown linen jacket fully set off his bulk.

Coupled with his rough face, he looks more like an ancient tribal lord, and his ancestors were indeed local Slavic tribal lords.

When the Norse invaded this land, his ancestors continued to resist the invasion of the Norse, and finally won the superior conditions from Polotsk. The Norse used their daughters instead of swords to make this family submit.

This formidable lord not only retreated in that bloody day, but also brought out a lot of vitality.

Now the Slavic nobles headed by Constantine are even more reused by the prince of Polotsk, because the prince of Polotsk still remembers that it was the sudden collapse of the North vassals that led to the complete defeat on the battlefield, and now Ming There are significantly more Slavic vassals in Sk City.

It's just that Constantine didn't care about it at all. Who would care about the captain status of a ship that was about to sink, and the princes had always ignored their Slavic vassals, which made them a little dissatisfied.

However, they are still very loyal to the princes, and these nobles have also absorbed a lot of benefits in the system of the Principality of Polotsk.

And Vseslav felt that this was really ironic. The North vassals he had always relied on and given a lot of resources were not as loyal as the Slavic vassals after all.

"Master Constantine, you don't need to mock me like this."

Iva picked up the wine glass on the table, and at this time another boulder hit nearby. The huge movement caused the lord to lose his grip on the wine glass. The wine glass fell on the table, and the scarlet liquid in it slowly grew on the oak spread on the table.

"Really... Look at me like this. Anyway, you think I'm just a waste, and now I'm a waste who can't even hold a drink."

Iva smiled, then picked up the fallen wine glass, and drank the remaining scarlet liquid.

"Stain."

Constantine, who looked like a tough guy, turned his head sideways and spit, as if he wanted to spit out something disgusting.

Seeing this scene, the lords began to discuss again, but unlike the loud argument just now, they were only discussing in low voices, but anyone could see with the naked eye that the lord's momentum was getting lower and lower.

In contrast, the sound of stone bullets hitting the city became louder and louder... The prince of Polotsk kept shaking his head-are we finished?

My gamble failed in the end, and the efforts of three generations failed in the end. How should he meet his grandfather.

Vsetslav thought so. In his heart, he had accepted defeat.
Just when the atmosphere in the hall was getting lower and lower, a warrior stood upright from the crowd. He was tall and full of heroic temperament. The warrior was wearing a yellow military uniform, and his heroic appearance was unforgettable. .

Many people were amazed by his temperament, and asked which young man he was, and those lords who recognized his identity secretly introduced his background to the people next to him.

"My lords, I am Vasily, the son of Ivan in Minsk. My father died for the prince and led the Minsk militia to fight for the prince. Since I was an adult, my father has always taught me to fight against the enemy. You must not be afraid in battle, and he also practiced this on the battlefield. Even when he left, he took away three enemies. But now, everyone, either lost their courage under the sword of Yaroslavich, or lost their courage in their heads. There's intrigue all over the place. Do you guys remember why we started the war?"

Vasily finished speaking in one breath, then paused, and continued: "We took up arms, not for land, not for money, but for our freedom! For our benefit, everyone forgets that the tax collectors in Kyiv are How to exploit us? Remember how Novgorod climbed on top of us?"

"In the past, our ancestors have gone through countless hardships here, defeated countless Baltic people, and gained today's power, Lord Vsetslav (this chapter is not finished!)
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This war was launched for the freedom and glory of Polotsk, and the city of Minsk was built for this war. We are strong enough to stand under this strong city wall until we die!And the Yaroslavitches can't stay here for so long, everyone, as long as we persevere, victory will definitely belong to us. "

As soon as the samurai's speech was over, all the lords who were doing it cheered. The incited emotions made them forget all the resentment and dissatisfaction, the pain of the war, and the whole Russian army that was close at hand. This bloodthirsty frenzy is constantly contagious.

The prince was very satisfied with the effect of Vasily's words. Now it seemed that any enemy was not strong enough to resist the hurricane that was about to sweep from this hall. Unfortunately, deep down in his heart, the prince knew the balance of power very well.

But it's not okay to do nothing at this time, it is a blow to the morale that is not much.

Prince Polotsk took off his gorgeous shawl and put it on Vasily,
"Son, what you said is very good. I have heard of your father's reputation. He is a brave warrior. Now, are you willing to draw your sword and kill the enemy for me?"

"As you wish, Maharaja."

Vasily knelt down before Vseslav, and there was another round of applause.

But some people were different. The older Polotsk lords in the hall turned their heads and showed disapproving expressions, including Constantine who had mocked Iva before. This lord was just drinking in silence.And Iva is more focused on the thing in the cup, he has long since stopped chasing glory, only those younger generations are still immersed in the fantasy of glory.

Even Vseslav turned cold after all this, for the simple reason that the prince of Polotsk knew that no matter how generous the speech here, it could not replace the number of boots on the ground.

Then the prince dismissed the meeting. He knew that it was best to let the meeting end at this time. He left only two people, one was Ivar, and the other was Constantine.

For some things, the General Assembly is just for everyone to see, but the real key decisions still have to be made at the Small Assembly, and now it is the Small Assembly, and these two important nobles in Minsk City are the participants of the Small Assembly.

"I've already made up my mind. Izyaslav actually made a condition, but I didn't show it to everyone. Let's take a look now."

The prince of witchcraft said in a low voice, and then he took out a letter and handed it to the two of them. Both Ivar and Constantine looked at it, and then they showed embarrassment at first, but still nodded to the prince.

"If that's the case, then surrender. Izyaslav is really generous enough to promise not to touch our territory."

Ivar said in a tone of survival after a catastrophe, he did not expect that Izyaslav would have such generous conditions.

"My lord, is this a trap?"

Constantine raised a question, could this be a trap, and everyone was silent when he said this.

Finally, Vseslav spoke, "Whether it is true or not, we have only this choice. Our current people are not even satisfied with the Minsk city walls. It is better to surrender early, so as not to happen after the city is breached..."

The other two were also silent. They both understood what the prince meant, and they had only this choice and no other choice. Even if the Yaroslavitches broke their promise, they couldn't do anything.

After all, resistance is absolute death, and surrender can still live. Although there is a high probability of being captured, Lai can always return alive.

At this small meeting, the future of Polotsk was decided in this way, and no one except the three people here saw all this. Maybe only God or the pagan gods knew everything about it.

But Constantine then mentioned one thing, "How should that impassioned young man be handled?"

There was another silence, because everyone had made a decision in their hearts, and no one wanted to say this decision.

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