Yaroslav's first words were praise. He saw this child's heroic appearance on the battlefield. As the eldest among the younger generation, this performance can be regarded as a role model for his peers.
"It's a bit risky, but as the son of a prince, it is the right thing to fight in battle."
Veshata made some faint criticisms, but what Rostislav did was what Prince Rurik should do. The Rurik family became the masters of Rus by constantly fighting on the battlefield.
Although many people perished, the survivors will surely lead the family to become stronger.
The sound of horse hoofbeats attracted the attention of the three men. The scouts with fur hats on their heads rode over, dismounted and knelt down in front of the three big men.
"Grand Duke, the Chude people have completely collapsed. Yuriev has sent people. They said they have prepared a banquet and are waiting for the army to come and enjoy it."
"Really? Mayor Yuriev responded quite quickly. In that case, gather the troops, clean up the battlefield, and then let us enter the city to enjoy ourselves."
Yaroslav nodded with satisfaction and ordered everyone to gather the troops. Since most of the Chude people had fled into the forest, there was no need to hunt them down. It was almost impossible to find them in the vast forest.
"As you command, Grand Duke."
The two of them responded quickly.
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Towards evening that day, the troops of the Grand Duke of Kiev entered Yuriev. When the troops of the Grand Duke of Kiev entered the city, the streets were filled with residents who came to welcome the Grand Duke.
The crowd burst into cheers one after another as they welcomed the Messiah.
Mayor Yuriev personally led the Grand Duke's horse, and the local bishop also accompanied the Grand Duke's horse. Their faces were full of gratitude. No matter what grudges they had in the past, the Grand Duke rescued them from the shadow of the siege.
The Grand Duke was familiar with such scenes, with a gentle smile on his face and waving to the cheering crowd from time to time, causing more cheers to erupt from the crowd.
"This feeling doesn't feel like a deal."
Rostislav was among the nobles behind his grandfather, and he could see that most of the people in the welcoming crowd were very sincere.
"Of course it's true."
Visatta looked at the people and replied.
"You have seen what the Chud people did outside. Of course the citizens of Yuriev should be grateful to the Grand Duke for keeping them away from the threat of siege."
Rostislav recalled the barbaric scenes he saw in the burned village and nodded subconsciously.
"Have fun tonight. Yuriev will bring out all the good things for them. Enjoy this... the taste of victory."
When Vishata said this, his face was very uncomfortable. He always felt that there was something wrong with Victory in the daytime, but he really couldn't tell what was going on.
Seeing this, Rostislav also understood what Veshata was worried about, but he had no idea about it, because as his grandfather said: it is useless to think before the Chud people take action.
Compared with these worries, what he cares about now is the banquet mentioned by his uncle. He has spent these days in the military. Even though he is a prince, his daily diet can be said to be bland and tasteless. He can finally be liberated.
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Compared with Kiev, which was influenced by Byzantine culture, the north still maintains a more rough style, and this was fully revealed at the banquet.
A large amount of steaming bread, barbecue and broth were delivered to the soldiers' tables, followed by rounds of golden cheese. Wine barrels were placed around the square as the venue, and anyone could scoop a glass of cold wine from them.
Kvass.
The warriors under the Grand Duke were very satisfied with all this. What they loved most was such a rough banquet, and the musicians played cheerful northern music to make the atmosphere more cheerful.
The citizens also participated in the banquet. The haze of the siege had disappeared, and they also needed entertainment.
From time to time, women's smiles could be heard in the venue. Yuriev's daughters would not let go of such a perfect opportunity to make money. Some local women also wanted to "vent" the depression caused by the siege. Soldiers also needed women.
The body releases the pressure of fighting, and even in some dark places, those who can't wait are already "doing it".
Compared with the roughness outside, the scene inside the tent is more civilized. Artworks from the imperial capital decorate the place. They are all worthy of being called princely gifts, but those who live among them are the elites of Russia. This art cannot
It gives them the temperament of an imperial capital, but they don't care.
Opposite Rostislav, there were several nobles having a drink. At first glance, they looked the same as the soldiers outside. Their expensive furs were stained with wine, and there was no trace of the nobility of the nobles.
From time to time, various obscene words could be heard in the ears, and the drunken people gradually relaxed, and some people directly pulled the maid in the middle of the banquet into their arms and lifted their hands.
The Grand Duke still maintained his majesty as the ruler of Rus. Although he continued to drink, his demeanor was still the same as usual, and people around him did not dare to be too presumptuous.
Fortunately, he was here, so the banquet was not completely open. Instead, Rostislav doubted whether those guys who touched the maid would directly broadcast it live here.
The banquet lasted until late at night, and the whole Yuriev was enveloped in the sound of banquet.
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The ancients once said that the sound of joy often brings disaster. When the Russians were intoxicated with the joy of victory, outside the city of Yuriev, the defeated army gathered again and became more powerful.
The Chude people crossed the dense forest quietly, and their orderly actions had no impact at all from the failure during the day.
"Please tell the island leaders that Estonia will not forget their support."
Aral, the unifier of the Estonian tribes, looked at the bearded Vikings in front of him. They came from Viking settlers and local Vikingized tribes in the northwest islands of Estonia.
Alar is of average height, and his appearance is not outstanding among the crowd. Only his gray eyes are conspicuous.
"Our swords fight for you."
The sturdy Viking warrior simply said to Aral and left immediately. The clansmen and warriors still need to tidy up.
Aral looked at the back of the departing figure. In order to gain the support of the North people, he had paid a lot of price, and these prices could only be achieved after conquering Yuriev and killing the Grand Duke of Rus as planned.
He had no way out, so he threw all the cards in his hand. If he failed, he didn't have to worry, because he wouldn't have to think about it then.