Riding his horse on the main road of Northeast Ross, Aleph couldn't help but sigh.
Now, although his subordinates and the Khan were by his side, there were groups of Ross cavalry in front and behind their team, but he was not panicked.
This team is now walking on the newly smoothed dirt road in Northeastern Ross. From time to time, corpses can be seen on the side of the road, and there are even skeletons that have been hung up and floating in the wind.
But these are traces from a long time ago, at least a month ago.
These Russian troops were very organized. Aleph initially thought they were encountering just ordinary Russian troops, but the facts told them that they were elite Russian troops, and they were elite Russian troops who were waiting for them.
Ever since news of the Bulgarian coup came out, the Prince of Moscow had deployed an elite force of a hundred people on the border, waiting for the entry of Bulgarian exiles.
Recalling the scene at that time and the experience at that time, Aleph sighed with emotion at the smoothness of the journey.
When Mahad's traitor's team retreated, Aleph faced the Russians who surrounded them without saying a word.
Aleph was really nervous when he came into contact with the Rus. His men were outnumbered and exhausted, and most importantly, he didn't have any reliable armor.
The enemies are heavily armed, and there are not many enemies hiding in the shadows. Fighting them is just like hitting a stone with an egg.
The Khan's cronies initially thought they would be in trouble, but the fact was that after listening to their words, the leader of the Rus accepted them and said he would escort them to Moscow.
Then the Khan's cronies knew that these people had been waiting for them here for a long time, and that the young man named Rostislav had sent them.
Aleph could only lament that the young man was so unfathomable that he had even made preparations for their possible exile.
But thinking about the flood Kashen encountered and the hearty counterattack of the Russians, he was not surprised. After all, this was a terrifying young man. Aleph once again firmly believed in his heart that he could not be his enemy.
The officer headed by these Russians was Vasily Khrensky, the shining knight who was walking at the front now, his long-sleeved chainmail gleaming in the sun.
Aleph remembered that during the last expedition to Rus, this man was delivered to them by the traitors of Rus. This man obviously also remembered this, but he did not say anything more.
This knight is usually very arrogant, but when facing him and the son of the Khan, he is very humble, and he is very talkative. However, his respect is not because of appreciation, but because of the noble blood of the Duulu family, and he is only a joint
.
Aleph remembered that this person once asked him for his surname and wanted to know which Bulgar noble family he belonged to, but Alaire told him that he had no surname. He was just a slave of the Dulu family and had made it to where he is today through hard work.
Although Vasily's face did not change much, Aleph saw contempt in the depths of his eyes, the contempt of a superior, but on the surface his humility was still maintained.
Vasily's deputy, the Gael named Domhnall who always wears a blue cloak, is much more sincere than him.
This man is not only a warrior, but also a poet. Whenever he marches, he will strum the strings and sing beautiful poems.
"Where are the flowers? The past is gone.
Where do the flowers go? Don’t mention old things.
Or ask about the traces of flowers, Jingnu’s catkins.
Seeing things from layer to layer, there is no need to predict.
What's the point of Jingnu? The past has been told.
What's wrong with Jingnu? Don't forget about old things.
Or ask the virgin, the wife of a young man.
Habits become commonplace, and the heart agrees with itself.
Don’t ask where the young man should be,
I am so heartbroken that I dare not forget.
Who can cut the iron clothes in the army?
Triumph without seeing the old face,
Left alone on the tomb of Broken Flower Hill.
I’ll be busy picking flowers again next year.”
Just as he was thinking about it, the poetry came into his ears again. The Gaelic's Ross language had a strong accent, but this gave his poetry an exotic flavor.
The poem seemed to be about a widow who was grieving because her husband died in the war. Aleph was a little touched. He had seen countless such tragedies in his horseback riding career.
When the poet finished playing the last note, his satchel suddenly began to twist.
Then a little black head popped out. It was a little black cat. Its eyes looked around curiously, but the next moment it was pushed back by the rider.
Domhnall always carries a small black cat with him, and no one knows why he does this.
After sighing about the Russians, Aleph turned his attention to the land he had conquered. What surprised Aleph was that only one month had passed since the end of the battle, and order in Northeastern Rus had basically returned to normal.
Yes, things have returned to normal. There are no traces of killings on the roads, nor are there any mobile gangsters.
This is very unusual. In Aleph's impression, it would take months to eliminate the chaos after the war, but looking at the current situation, order was restored not long after the war ended.
After asking Aleph, he learned that shortly after the battle, Rostislav sent his elite to conduct a week-long sweep of Northeastern Rus, wiping out the bandits and deserters on the battlefield, and allowing all those who were ready to take action because of the war.
The village community put away their little thoughts.
Normal economic activities have returned as quickly as possible, and there are even immigration activities.
At the call of the prince and the promise of tax exemption, many wanderers living in the forest went to the villages that had been massacred and destroyed.
After all, although the villages are gone, the land developed by these villages still exists, and these homeless people are spared the pain of development.
Aleph saw several such villages along the way. After all, the road they took was also the road the Bulgar army marched on at that time. These villages have now returned to life.
Different, yes, Aleph felt that Rostislav was very different. This young prince seemed to not only understand the battlefield, but he also understood how to govern and how to develop.
It is very terrifying for such a ruler to become the ruler of Northeastern Rus. If he rules this land, it will be a threat to Bulgar...
Out of habit, Aleph couldn't help but think, but he slapped his head the next moment. With his current status, why do he still bother with this? Now Khan is the usurper of Aqad, let him go.
And thinking about usurping the throne, Aleph couldn't help but think about whether they could get help from that prince. This was the one they could ask for help now.
Although the hope is somewhat slim, they still have to ask, and at the worst, they have to be allowed to be taken in by the Russians.
With such a mood, the outline of Moscow appeared in front of Allaire's eyes. Looking at that prosperous Christian city, he knew that his destination had arrived.