king of ros

Chapter 422 The Flatterer
"My lord Rostislav, I congratulate you on this victory. I am saluting a victor, the greatest victor in all of Christendom."

Domhnall bowed deeply in front of the prince, congratulating him on his victory.

But in front of them, the generals of the Northern Army were struggling to advance, chasing and killing those deserters from the Southern Army.

The captain of the personal army came back from the front line on a special trip, and he came back to congratulate his prince on victory.

Originally, Domhnall didn't want to do this, it seemed that he was too flattering, but during the fight, he met his father-in-law Guvalan, and it was Guvalan who told him to do so.

As a foreigner, Domhnall had better be flattering. After all, his power comes from the prince. His descendants don't have to worry about such issues, but he must.

Also, the Guardsmen have gained a lot of power recently. It is better for him to keep a low profile, damage his image, and send some signals of weakness to other factions, especially at this moment when Rostislav is obviously going to become the Grand Duke of Kyiv.

And more importantly, since the personal followers and the prince won such a victory together, their personal soldiers must also show a sense of presence in front of the prince as soon as possible.

Let the prince take into account the balance between the two. Although it is necessary to show weakness, this does not mean that it must be achieved by loss of power.

The Gaelic smiled all over his face, nodded and bowed in front of the prince, completely without the air of the battlefield.

"Domhnall, you've been flattering me so early, but that's what I like about you, and that's why I agree with Gevalan's idea of ​​letting you take over."

Although there was no reaction on Rostislav's face, his words undoubtedly showed his satisfaction, and then the prince mentioned another thing, "Is there any poetry recently? I want to listen to some at this moment."

Normally, Rostislav would never be interested in such things, but now he is in the best mood.

"Of course, my lord, I have prepared a poem for this battle."

When poetry was mentioned, Domhnall came to his senses immediately, and he subconsciously wanted to get his lute.

And after taking an empty space, he immediately realized that he had made a mistake, what was he thinking, how could he bring that thing on the battlefield.

But the poem was not actually written for this war, but it doesn't affect him to say so, and the main body is also about victory and prosperity.

"Ahem, it seems that I can only sing a cappella to you."

Domhnall said embarrassedly, but the Prince of Moscow didn't care, just nodded to him in agreement, and the Gaelic began his chant.

"A black smog surrounds the city,
Ravens swept every street,
Suddenly a rooster shouted and groaned:
Soldiers, wake up!This is the day of the decisive battle! "

"The brilliance of the sword hides the shadow of the moon,

Roaring stirs the blood-red tide,

The flags of dawn and aurora wave forever,

Heretics and villains are all annihilated here! "

"Rostislav! Our little papa!

He will not let us fall until Judgment Day,

Satan has to call us kings in his name! "

"Immortal legend, our little daddy!
so that the evil gods will fall into eternal terror,

Even if he dies, he will also turn into an aurora! "

"Hahaha, little daddy, Domhnall, your song is really exaggerated, but it also amused me, very good, very good."

Rostislav laughed so hard that he forgot about the wounds on his body, Domhnall's poem was so to his liking, it was so interesting.

"My friend, you should publish a collection of poems to record all your works. I think future generations will be very interested."

After laughing enough, Rostislav suggested, and his advice was sincere.

The Prince of Moscow actually appreciates Domnar's poetry, but he doesn't know why he hasn't become popular all the time. If it can be recorded and passed down, Rostislav believes that future generations will appreciate him.

"Of course, my lord."

Domnar knelt down before Rostislav, and the Gaelic was very happy. His joy was not for the prince's approval of him.

For so many years, his poems have not been popular and sought after, which made him doubt his own strength, and now the prince's words undoubtedly rejuvenated his confidence.

"But now, you still have to go to the front line and restrain the soldiers for me. My captain, without you, there might be troubles on their side."

The attention of the commander-in-chief of the Northern Army quickly shifted from poetry to the battlefield. No matter what he said, the battle was not over after all, and Rostislav still needed to pay close attention to the battlefield situation.

"I'll go!"

Domhnall immediately walked towards the battlefield excitedly. Looking at his back full of excitement, Rostislav couldn't help laughing. It's really interesting to have such a subordinate.

Rostislav continued to look at the battlefield, watching the Northern Army continue to advance, and watching St. George's dragon-slaying battle flag march towards victory. Nothing could be more satisfying than this scene.

As the winner, Rostislav had already started thinking about the post-war arrangements in his heart.

From a subjective point of view, Rostislav didn't want to do this, which seemed inappropriate, but his thoughts inevitably drifted past, and he couldn't stop it at all.

In any case, after the victory here, you must go to Kyiv as quickly as possible, take control of the great Rus city, and really ensure that your position is consolidated.

Then it was to go to the two important Rus cities of Chernigov and Pereyaslav and bring them under control.

As long as those three cities are under his control, then he will become the real Lord of All Russ, and no one can defy his will.

And after enjoying the future, his thoughts returned to the present.

Subconsciously, looking at the chaotic battlefield, he couldn't help worrying about someone.

How is his son, little Rurik?Haven't heard from him for a while.

Maybe it was God's will. Just when Rostislav was thinking this way, he suddenly saw a cavalry general running across the battlefield and waved his spear in his direction.

Rurik's armor was chosen by him himself, and of course he recognized that it was his son, and watching this scene, Rostislav suddenly felt relieved.

Although he threw this kid on the battlefield, he still placed him under the command of Yang, who had always been adventurous and desperate, but it didn't mean he wasn't worried about his son.

However, if this kid is not on the battlefield, Rostislav will be sad for a while at most. If he is not able to fight as a descendant of Rurik, it can only mean that he is not suitable.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Rostislav muttered subconsciously, and then continued to pay attention to the battlefield.

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(End of this chapter)