king of ros

In the headquarters of the Northern Army, Rostislav was looking at the map. This is the topographic map of the area made by the Smolensk people over the years. Veshatta had long expected that this place would become a battlefield, so the map was made early. It's done and can be used directly.

However, from Rostislav's point of view, this map is still a bit abstract, and there is no scale, but it is better than nothing, and this map is indeed very detailed, so let's just use it.

Looking at the map, Rostislav's thoughts suddenly drifted to his son. The prince had just placed his son Rurik under Yang's command, and Yang was in charge of commanding the heavy cavalry of Northeast Ross.

This kid is also 15 years old, and it's time for his first team.However, many people have opinions on this, thinking that the son of a prince should lead the army alone because he is under the command of the nobles. Isn't that what Rostislav was like back then.

And Rostislav could only smile wryly. That kid definitely doesn't have that ability. His situation is not common, so let him go to Yang's subordinates as a subordinate to absorb experience.

Yang is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles on the battlefield. There is absolutely no problem in following him, and his son will definitely benefit a lot from it in the future.

But I thought so, but for some reason, Rostislav had his wife entrusting him to take care of his son during the expedition, and Rurik's two younger brothers pestered his elder brother to bring them back the spoils.

Rostislav shook his head, worrying about something, it was only natural for a prince's son to go to battle, if he disappeared, it would just prove that he was not suitable to be a Rurik prince, and he continued to look at the map.

Now this map is full of various signs, which are the layout of the northern and southern armies. At present, the main force of the northern army is stationed in Smolensk, enjoying the shelter of the city, and is in a relatively safe state.

The main force of the opposing Southern Army was stationed in front of Smolensk, posing an offensive posture, so they were easily harassed by the Northern Army's straggling troops-and this was indeed the case.

As for all kinds of scattered small troops, they were scattered everywhere between the two armies, occupying key points between the two armies. During this period of time, they continued to conquer each other and saw-saw frantically.

The headquarters was full of people, and the generals in armor and civilian officers were busy with their work.

The workload of managing such an army is enormous, with countless jobs produced every day, with messengers and heralds coming and going, bringing news and orders.

No matter how many times Rostislav saw this scene, he couldn't help sighing that fortunately he had specially deployed a professional team, otherwise he would have to be in a hurry now-although the price was that the bureaucratic systems of Moscow and Novgorod were completely destroyed. Most of the transfers were made, but he still felt it was worth it.

Rostislav sketched out the shape of the battlefield in his mind. He has visited every place suitable for combat these days, and he has already counted these things in his heart.

There are many places suitable for large-scale operations in the Smolensk area. Due to the local water and land transportation system, many places in this area have been leveled, which is very suitable for large-scale deployment.

Suddenly, there was a whole commotion outside the tent. At first Rostislav didn't care about it. He only wanted to see which troops had returned, but he didn't take it to heart.

But when he looked up, the Prince of Moscow saw a tall and strong old man with blood on his armor.

This made Rostislav put the map back on the table, and pressed the map with a dagger, "Uncle Veshata, you have really worked hard this time."

Before he had time to change his clothes, Vishatta pulled a marching chair and sat on it carelessly.

"It's nothing, the little brats of Sviatoslav were so outraged by me this time, I laughed to death, they couldn't even touch my tail. But I heard that the troops of the Southern Army took the opportunity Attacked our logistics line, although we still defended in the end, the loss is still not small."

"It's just a small matter, Uncle Veshata, I have already prepared for it, and I will never give them a chance."

Rostislav didn't pay much attention to it. It was just some daily battles. Although the scale of the attack was a bit large, it was still within the range of psychological tolerance, and it was nothing at all.

In comparison, the Northern Army caused more trouble to the Southern Army. After all, the locals in Smolensk were on their side and had made so many maps in advance.

However, the patrolling troops of the Northern Army suffered a heavy blow recently. They were entangled in the ambush of Pereyaslav's Monomakh, and then the Southern Army cavalry who were rushed over came to a pot.

The Chude Battalion was severely damaged by this attack, which made Rostislav a pity. These Chude people could have played more roles on the battlefield, but now they can only be sent back to Northeast Ross for repairs. Rostislav is really He really didn't want this team, which could be said to have followed him after his debut, to end. He still remembered the Chude people who were first selected from the prisoners of war.

Back to the present, the prince of Moscow took a glass of kvass from the table and gave it to Veshata while talking, and he also drank it down.

"By the way, Rostislav, when I returned to the camp, I met two people who came from afar. They were going to report, but I stopped them. We made an appointment to give you an accident. Come in, two. A surprise for our prince of Moscow."

Veshata changed the topic, and his words made Rostislav's eyes twitch. Since it was at this time, could the two be...

"Hahaha, Rostislav, I haven't seen you for many years. You have grown up and become such a powerful prince! I knew you would be successful, of course I was right!"

A bold and rough voice sounded, and Rostislav realized this immediately, who else could it be?Of course it was King Harald of Norway, the only monarch he knew who had this voice.

Harald was as strong and tall as Rostislav remembered him to be, with a bushy beard and chain mail.The King of Norway gave Rostislav a warm hug, and Rostislav only reached the king's shoulders, and Rostislav couldn't breathe with such strength.

"Uncle Harald, long time no see."

After recovering, the prince of Moscow said, with a smile on his face, this uncle is still so kind.

"As the letter said, I brought a total of 3000 people, and half of them followed me from the imperial capital. This is a rare battle, and this is an opportunity to board Valhalla."

Rostislav resolutely ignored the part about "Valhalla", with a smile still on his face.

"Oh, by the way, Rostislav, there's a young man over there. Well, I thought he was a woman when I said it."

Hearing what Harald said, the Prince of Moscow subconsciously realized who it was, and then he saw Adam's face, which was more beautiful than a woman's.In fact, after all these years, Adam has some beards on his face, but people always ignore those beards subconsciously.

As usual, they hugged each other. Adam was a lot stronger than before, and his body was still full of muscles, but he was still thinner than them, and he still looked like a woman standing beside them.

"Lord Rostislav, unfortunately, I only brought 3000 people. You know, I can't bring too many people from Bulgar, but he can guarantee that they will be elites, not simply recruited farmers. Many They are all Bulgar wine estate owners, they have money and equipment, and they have armed some men, and they are very determined to fight."

Adam was a little apologetic. This time he didn't bring too many people, which made him feel quite sorry, but due to the situation, he could only bring so many people. If there were more, the situation would be a little unstable.

Now the domestic situation depends on the cooperation of Aleph and Bishop Tiberius to suppress it, which makes Adam feel a little pity. It would be great if he could bring these two.

"No, Khan, as long as you come, there is nothing better than a friend on the battlefield."

Rostislav knew that although Adam said so humbly, the power he brought was really not weak. The prince of Moscow dared to confirm that Bulgar's elite must be here, which is definitely no less than Harald's 3000 people the power of.

Veshata watched them communicate with a smile on the side. The mayor of Smolensk was really happy for Rostislav. There is nothing more gratifying than having comrades-in-arms to join in the war.

"Okay, Rostislav, when will the war start? I'm here to fight. I've heard of Svyatoslav's reputation. He beat [-] with three thousand. I can't help but want to Now go and see who he is."

Harald's words came in, his voice was full of fighting spirit and impatience, full of desire to go to the battlefield, just like a berserker.

"Uncle Harald, just wait, Svyatoslav will definitely not be slow, and then you can fight wantonly on the battlefield."

The prince of Moscow smiled wryly. The king of Norway is strong, but his enthusiasm for the battlefield is really a headache.

"Then I'll just wait, you kid, don't make me wait too impatiently, I'll go see my subordinates first, and take a stroll around the battlefield."

After Harald finished speaking, he walked out, leaving everyone else behind, causing Rostislav and Adam to smile at each other, and then sat together drinking and chatting, talking about each other's experiences these days, Vishata The elders inserted a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

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