As night fell, the Visi people set up bonfires in their camps, and many soldiers gathered listlessly around the fire.
Many of them were survivors of fierce battles during the day. They entered the battlefield with great determination and courage, only to be driven away within a few dozen minutes. This made them extremely frustrated.
Others were chatting with their comrades next to them about the harvest, worried about whether the women and children at home had taken good care of the fields or caught enough prey. They had no idea about the war. They were beaten so embarrassed on the first day, how could they possibly win?
From now on, just split up the days and hang out.
In such a pessimistic atmosphere, it seemed as if the flags painted with various beasts and monsters were affected, hanging listlessly on the flagpole.
The quarrel between the chiefs made people feel even more desperate.
"What on earth is going on? How can the Russians be so strong?"
"Ignoy, are you setting this up just to trap us in!"
"Why do you start to doubt others? Is this a time of civil strife? Think carefully about what to do!"
"Shut up, you guy who always speaks for Ignoy, you have no place to speak here!"
The chiefs shouted at each other at the top of their lungs, and even bared their teeth and claws to increase their intimidation, as if this could increase their persuasiveness.
Some people even opened up old accounts between various tribes, making the quarrel more intense.
Naturally, Ignoy was also in the quarrel. Some people actually accused him of taking charge of all this and deliberately trying to harm them. Damn it, this guy must be mentally ill!
"The worst case scenario is that we'll break up. Why are you arguing? I'm too lazy to argue, you bastards!"
Chief Weixi, who was still high-spirited during the day, now said extremely angrily that he had such a quarrel with these people that he simply left everyone and ran out to enjoy the breeze.
The others ignored him and continued to argue. What a bastard. Everyone is a chief and no one has a higher status than anyone else. Who are you trying to scare?
Leaving the noisy meeting place, Ignatius came to the edge of the camp and looked at the silence and mystery of the dense forest in the darkness, hoping to calm down his messed up heart. But for some reason, this scene that he had seen countless times failed him.
Give him a feeling of murderous intent.
Suddenly, the chief saw little sparks suddenly appearing in the darkness, and then these sparks sprinkled towards the Weixi camp like fire snakes in the sky.
"Enemy attack!"
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The karmic fire on the battlefield dispelled the darkness, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day even in the middle of the night.
The Visi people's shacks filled with all kinds of garbage were the providers of firelight. From time to time, the Russian soldiers would throw naked corpses into the fire to add more fuel to the fire.
The prisoners were tied together and sitting on the ground dejectedly. Next to them were weapons and armor piled up like a hill.
There is nothing to say about the assault on the Visi people. Rostislav brought all the elites. The Russian soldiers first dropped a wave of rockets, and then the Russian elites wearing iron armor rushed into the enemy camp like wolves and tigers.
, the battle can be said to be over at that moment.
The enemy did not have any vigilance against being attacked. This should have been what they were best at as they carried out countless raids and counter-raids on a daily basis. However, the defeat during the day made everyone feel dejected and their vigilance was inevitably relaxed.
But it makes no sense if they don't relax. Can the flammable camp without any fortifications be able to stop the powerful Ross elite?
Rostislav was standing on a high slope holding a sword, listening to his subordinates reporting on the gains of the battle.
They killed hundreds of people and captured hundreds of slaves. The remaining Visi people escaped through the darkness. Five of their chiefs were killed by Rostislav, but the Ignoy he wanted to kill the most ran away.
, this man has been the biggest threat to the rule of the Ross people since he occupied White Lake City.
However, the prince was not discouraged by the escape of Chief Vesi. In Rostislav's view, this man was just a withered bone in the tomb, and he could kill him at any time.
After all, if it weren't for the various small thoughts of those powerful people, this guy should have been wiped out long ago.
Since the battle only lasted about ten minutes, when Jan hurriedly put on his armor and rushed out of the camp to join the battle, everything was over, and then he saw Rostislav standing with a sword.
"I salute you, Your Majesty. Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."
The flag-bearer dismounted and saluted the monarch, and Rostislav also walked in front of Jan and helped him up. This little brother of his had made a great contribution this time.
"Yes, Your Majesty, if it is convenient, please come in and take a look."
The prince knew that what Yang was talking about was the silver mine he had always dreamed of, so he naturally followed it without hesitation.
The two rode horses to the camp, and everyone inside naturally bowed to the prince, but the prince ignored them. There was only one thing in his heart - silver mines.
On the hillside where the silver mine was discovered, Rostislav saw the dazzling silver on the rock wall. Although there were a lot of impurities at a glance, it was a silver mine! The biggest driving force of this land has always been!
"Yang, take it, this is just the beginning, I will give you something better when we get back to Moscow."
As he spoke, the excited Rostislav took off a solid gold armband covered with various carvings from under the saddle, and handed it to the flag officer as a thank you to him now.
"Thank you very much, Your Majesty."
Yang's brows filled with joy. Not to mention the value of this armband, its significance alone was huge. For the warriors who were loyal to the prince, receiving a gift from the prince was the greatest affirmation and represented the supreme honor.
Rostislav's mind was entirely focused on the silver mine, thinking about how it should be developed, and worries also emerged after his joy.
The discovery of silver mines in Northeastern Russia cannot be concealed, and there is no point in hiding it. It will have a huge impact on the entire Rus.
I'm afraid that the moment the news is released, adventurers and bankrupts from all over Russia will flock in like crucian carp crossing the river. This is a silver mine, and if you dig it, you will make money!
This is also something Rostislav is happy to see. With so many outsiders pouring in, Northeastern Rus will inevitably usher in a major development, because all kinds of people will gather here and bring all kinds of knowledge.
But there are also worries. In the memory of his previous life, the Kashen Silver Mine was a large mine. Once such a large mine is developed, it will never be hidden. Then there will definitely be changes among his uncles, especially his second uncle.
There is also the unusual Volga Bulgar, and that group of people might start a war to rob the silver mines. After all, Bulgar also made his fortune from the silver trade on the Volga River.
Rostislav thought about it and found that there was no way to avoid the tentacles and even invasions of other princes and nobles.
The most important thing is that he is eager to dig up the silver and cash it out to use it as a development fund for the territory. The digging and refining must be done as early as possible. The entire Rus can purchase a large amount of resources, that is, Kiev and Nokia, and the transportation time to and from it.
It also occupies a large part.
And simply developing it yourself requires too much time and resources.
So the prince made a decision in his heart. Since there was going to be trouble no matter what, let's make it big at once! Then bring everyone in!
However, Rostislav, who was immersed in "playing big chess", did not notice that the highest authority of the prospecting team, the Greek engineer, was holding a piece of ore in his hand and was about to speak. His face was full of worry and fear, but it looked like
Everyone was immersed in it, but he still kept his mouth shut and chose not to pour cold water on it. Taking this risk made no sense to him whether he succeeded or failed.