While Bulgar on the Volga River was writing a new chapter of political struggle, in Northeastern Rus', Prince Rostislav Vladimirovich Rurik of Moscow had returned to his capital, Moscow.
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Deafening horns sounded, announcing the return of the victorious team. Crowds lined both sides of Moscow's wide avenues, eagerly awaiting the return of the prince and his victorious army.
On the streets of Moscow, soldiers marching neatly were like a spreading tide. The blouses outside their armor spread across the wooden plank road. The spears held high were like a forest, exuding a murderous aura.
Rostislav Vladimirovich, wearing ceremonial armor, a ring armor inlaid with gold and silver, and a white bear's skin, rode his red horse through the streets of Moscow, surrounded by generals and personal attendants.
The prince looked at the city built in front of his eyes and at the people who welcomed him. He felt extremely satisfied in his heart. The glory of victory and the joy of being welcomed filled his heart at the same time.
The streets throughout Moscow were empty, and citizens crowded forward to pay their respects to the conqueror who captured 4,000 people.
The thin morning mist made his body look particularly majestic, and the flag in the hands of the flag officer was also flying behind the prince, making him extremely majestic.
Somewhere behind Rostislav were his senior generals and nobles. These nobles also put on their most luxurious armors and the most gorgeous decorations, and accepted the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd.
Gathered here are the dignitaries of the entire Northeastern Rus'. After this great victory over the Bulgars, no one can question the prince's authority in Northeastern Rus'.
The nobles and generals are the personal entourage of the prince. Wearing iron armor, they are as majestic and powerful as the warriors described in the heroic songs. They are the fantasy objects of countless boys and girls.
Many young followers kept waving to the surrounding crowd and whistling to the girls in the crowd, and their majestic appearance also caused the girls to scream.
Some of the prince's followers were once the second-generation ancestors who were just messing around, but after experiencing that bloody storm, no matter how good the second-generation ancestors were, they transformed into real men.
Behind these nobles were neatly arranged soldiers. Under the leadership of the captain of the soldiers, they advanced seriously. Many of them looked at the horse-riding followers with a rather unconvinced look. In this war, these followers could be said to be ruthless.
Stealing the limelight and overwhelming them, the soldiers felt a serious sense of crisis.
The old men were always resistant to newcomers stealing the limelight, so the soldiers were determined to surpass these young men in the next battle.
Behind the soldiers were the private soldiers of the nobles and the city lords. Many of the city lords were quite curious about this city on the Moskva River. They usually did not stay in the city for a long time, so they naturally wanted to take a good look at this opportunity to come to the city.
The private soldiers of the nobles did not react at all. They were soldiers raised by the nobles in the city. Although Moscow is large, its interior is similar to most Russian cities except that the streets are wider. The city walls are not as good as Rostov.
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However, the inner city wall surprised them because there were several towers that were still under construction, and the surprising thing was that the towers were built with bricks.
The last group of people entered the city for the most grand reason, and for no other reason than that, these people were soldiers composed of ordinary Moscow citizens, and they chose to follow the prince all the way back to Moscow.
The soldiers all carried large and small bags, and many even wore captured uniforms and armor. They looked like they had gained a lot, and their faces were full of pride and joy.
When they saw their loved ones returning in triumph, everyone naturally gave their loudest cheers, which were louder than those given to the princes and nobles. Some people even walked directly into the queue to hold the hands of their loved ones.
However, these people were driven away the next moment, and it was not the time to disband, because behind them were the Bulgar prisoners.
The prince did not return with many Bulgar prisoners, but this small group of Bulgars were the most valuable people in the entire Bulgar army.
Nobles, giant businessmen, tribal chiefs... There is no doubt that they are the upper class of Bulgar. In order to redeem them, their families will spend everything they have.
These Bulgar nobles don't even look like prisoners. They have retained their gorgeous clothes. Everywhere you look you can see robes embroidered with gold and silver lines.
The prince needs to keep these people by his side and supervise them, and also to show off his spoils to the people and allies.
This group of people walked into the city like a group of nobles. If it weren't for the vigilant soldiers around them, you would even think that they were guests of the prince rather than prisoners.
The people looked at the Bulgars with more curiosity than hatred. Most of the people in Moscow came from the south. These Bulgars with novel clothes naturally aroused their curiosity.
The Bulgars are also very curious about the cities of Rus, but some people are full of contempt in their eyes. After all, the cities of Rus are difficult to compare with Bulgars.
Most of the people who show their emotions so obviously are young people, while the middle-aged and old people all have a calm look. They know their status as trophies, and it is inappropriate to show those emotions rashly.
As the prince's army advanced, the musicians arranged by Moscow officials in the crowd also began to play cheerful music, making the whole atmosphere more exciting and uplifting.
Amidst the music, Rostislav looked at his city with great satisfaction. He understood that his future was bright and whatever he did next would be very, very convenient.
The army swaggered through the city like this, immersed in the welcome of the people, and stopped in the square in front of the inner city, because it was here that the army would disintegrate and the prince would return to his palace.
The prince who passed through the inner city gate and arrived in front of the palace saw his wife bringing the entire palace to welcome her husband's arrival.
Leo stood next to his wife. The face of this senior bureaucrat in Constantinople was full of hard work. The high-intensity operation during this period made him extremely exhausted.
"I'm back."
Dismounting in front of his wife, the prince saved Zoe and spoke in his ear.
"Well, God bless, it will be good if you come back."
Zoe's words were full of uncontrollable excitement. She was the most excited about her husband's safe return, but there was still some uneasiness in her words. She was afraid that her husband would set out on the battlefield again and leave her behind.
"You will be bathed in peace for a long time. Don't worry, my wife, I will be with you."
Rostislav said in his wife's ear, his tone very firm.