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"Rusa's militia? 300 people? Well, there are a lot of people here, and the equipment looks pretty good. It seems to be something from Moscow? You seem to have made a fortune selling salt there. Take your documents and don't mess with them. Lost, only with this thing can you receive supplies."

The official's voice was very loud, piercing through the noisy surroundings, because only in this way can people hear the voice.

In the sweltering tent, militiamen from all over North Ross huddled in front of thin wooden partitions, and the quartermaster sat sternly at a folding table behind a screen, receiving their documents and applications.

Half-armored or unarmored soldiers held weapons in their hands and stood in front of the partition like tree poles, blocking the crowd that kept pushing forward. Without them, they would have been washed to pieces.

The militiamen in different costumes pushed each other, quarreled non-stop, and some even threatened to fight. They all wanted to squeeze to the front to finish the work, get the supply documents with the judgment in their hands as soon as possible, and then take a good rest.

The official who had just yelled took a look at the commotion in front of him and sighed. The work is still long and there is still a lot to do.

What they were in at the moment was a typical Ross barracks consisting of hundreds of tents, and the scale of the barracks was still expanding rapidly. Soldiers from all over the north came here to join the Northern Army.

Rostislav's prestige attracted a large number of soldiers. Tribes and farmers from all over Northern Ross came to join the army, and militiamen from various cities also came one after another.

Just a month ago, this place was just a small and unknown fishing village. Although Smolensk was in the south, this place did not prosper because of its proximity to that trade hub.

Residents can only rely on fishing for their livelihood. The rickety small pier can only dock a few small fishing boats on weekdays, but now the small pier has become a large port, and long boats stop and go every day to unload a lot of supplies .

But more of them are the carriage convoys from Smolensk, where Veshata has been saving food for future wars.

The Chude Battalion of the prince of Moscow and the nomadic cavalry were divided into several teams to collect all the materials that could be used nearby, including horses, mules, and carriages.

The Northern Army was also very generous to the villagers, and they paid their bills directly with gold and silver, which was enough to silence all dissatisfaction.

But in their hearts, the locals still slander about this, but the experience of their ancestors tells them that it is best to choose to obey in the face of the army. paid.

Every day ships and teams arrive, bringing supplies and manpower, whole troops, small groups, and lonesomes.

The prince's officials and soldiers are busy from morning to night every day, not only arranging new arrivals, but also unblocking the bad traffic at the port from time to time. They are all so busy, it seems that their efforts are useless, but without them The effort is definitely more chaotic.

There were also a lot of troubles during the period, which even caused fights and theft, and there was only one end for the troublemakers, that is, a rope, and then the bodies of the hanged ghosts would be used to scare chickens and monkeys.

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"This is really messy enough."

Valin Kashinski scratched his head and looked at everything in front of him. He had just gone to collect today's supplies, and then he witnessed the chaotic scene after the arrival of a large number of teams.

Kashinsky belonged to the first group of people who came here. The walled lord was [-]% obedient to the Prince of Moscow, which allowed him to get a good position without having to squeeze with the crowd, and he was not in any low-lying area. Camp in wet places.

Valin led his men into the camp area, and all kinds of Ross soldiers came into view, boxing, gambling, wiping weapons, sleeping, etc., everyone had kvass in their hands, and some People hold wine in their hands, pour a few sips into their mouths from time to time, pass the time in their own ways, and do their own things.

The heavily armed noble cavalry walked by chatting and laughing. The content of the conversation was how to make achievements on the battlefield. The youthful flavor of this group of people was too strong. Seeing their chatting and laughing, Valin shook his head again and again.

After returning to the camp and asking the soldiers escorting the supplies to arrange the supplies, Valin found a friend waiting for him, a young man from Northeast Ross, Vladimir of the Sherikhov family.

They met on the road. As the third generation of the Sherikhov family, this Vladimir was taken to the battlefield by old Yin Fan to meet the market.

As a town dignitary, this young man is very talkative, and he doesn't have the arrogance of the town dignitaries that Valin has seen before, but he always likes to mention those uncles, and he admires them very much, which makes Valin feel a little annoyed .

"When did you say we were going to fight, Uncle Valin, I'm tired of waiting every day."

Vladimir was sitting on a pile of logs, near the woodcutters who were processing the firewood. The young man was wrapped in a light mail armor with a red cloak behind him, completely dressed like a son of a nobleman of Ross.

There is a yearning for war in his tone. Valin is most familiar with this smell. It is unique to the fledglings who have never been to the battlefield. They understand war from the mouths of poets and coaches, and have unrealistic fantasies about war.

"The southern army is still blocked in Smolensk, and there are Smolensk militiamen from Veshata blocking them. The army has not yet assembled, and neither the militiamen from Moscow nor Novgorod have arrived, but the opposite side is probably about the same So, the war is still far away."

Valin's tone was very peaceful, without any sarcasm. Young people are like this. Everyone needs to experience to grow up. Kashinski has no intention of ridiculing.

"Don't be too concerned about the war, just repair your weapons and train your soldiers. This battle is unprecedented in the whole of Russia. I think the intensity is beyond expectations. So Vladimir, hurry up and prepare for the war, don't It looks like there's nothing to do, and don't expect war."

The subject of the Walled City said earnestly, he has seen many young people like Vladimir who hastily stepped onto the battlefield and then lost their lives in vain, so he asked this child to go back and practice hard. Only skills can be used on the battlefield. Save your life.

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"I have been practicing swords day and night since I was 8 years old. My grandfather and father trained me completely according to the standards of the battlefield. I have lived like this for 8 years. My level is definitely enough to save my life."

Vladimir's tone was full of disdain for Varin's advice. How could he overturn on the battlefield after practicing for so long, and Varin didn't say anything anymore. This kind of thing still needs to be experienced by oneself, and no one can replace it. .

"I don't know if I can meet Lord Rostislav or Lord Svyatoslav on the battlefield. I have listened to so many poems of these two, but I have never met these two adults. Uncle Valin , have you seen it?"

The young man then began to be curious about the two commanders of the North and South armies. These two are now the aspirations of every young warrior in Ross. They all want to make achievements like these two. Valin made a gesture of reminiscence, This awakened some memories in him.

"Well... I have met Mr. Rostislav many times, and he has given me many rewards. As for Sviatoslav, I have only met him a few times from afar."

Varin said as if he was talking about something ordinary, and the young Vladimir reacted greatly, his eyes lit up, and his face turned red, "Uncle Varin, you have actually seen the two of them!"

Vladimir's voice was very loud, which attracted the attention of the surrounding lumberjacks, but he just took a look and continued to work. The amount of firewood this army needs every day is an exaggerated amount. They must concentrate on their work. Certainly those Greek stewards will deal with them.

"Of course, why have I been on the battlefield for so long... Wait, this voice... Vladimir, hurry to the gate of the camp, the person you want to meet has arrived."

The melodious horn sounded in the camp, Kashinski was stunned for a moment, but he immediately recalled who it was, and Vladimir also showed excitement on his face, could it be that...

"Yes, it is he, our Prince Rostislav Vladimirovich has come."

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