On the avenue newly built by the Prince of Moscow, a team was advancing.
The cavalry in luxurious robes walked in front of everyone, with Rurik's trident and the flag of St. George slaying the dragon flying above their heads.
Their extremely ostentatious costumes and armor announced the arrival of a powerful prince, the master of Northeast Rus, Rostislav Vladimirovich.
Behind those cavalrymen were densely packed armored warriors, riding on uniformed war horses and raising their spears with pennants tied to the top, looking extremely powerful.
The large gains from the war against Bulgar allowed Rostislav to purchase more equipment for his personal entourage, and the prince was able to assemble a group of armored cavalry.
Behind the warriors were the accompanying Russian nobles and city lords from various places. When the Prince of Moscow passed by, how could everyone not follow him honestly?
Jan Vishaditch, Bolei, Edward Wessex...all the powerful people in Northeastern Russia are here. Their power seems to be soaring to the sky, but everyone understands that they are just foils for the prince of Moscow.
Just background.
Due to the joining of a large number of nobles, the entire team suddenly swelled to nearly three hundred people. From a distance, you can see the dust raised by the horses of countless armored warriors.
But compared to the knights wrapped in iron armor, these people looked like a group of farmers. After all, many of them were wearing armed clothes and fur cloaks.
Pedestrians on the roadside made way for the procession and paid respectful tribute to the procession.
The locals further away looked at this team with surprise. To them, this team was no different from the teams of artists who came to perform. After all, no one here thought that they would be related to this magnificent power in the future.
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On the one hand, such a grand spectacle can protect the prince, and on the other hand, it can also help to express the prince's authority to the villages along the way and the people who see it all.
After all, in the eyes of the villagers, only a grand and flamboyant procession can reflect the majesty of the prince, and this is the scene they can best understand.
If Rostislav, with dozens of followers, acted in a low-key manner, the peasants would still wonder if the prince was being shunned.
Rostislav himself was sitting on a large camel's sedan. The camel's sedan was richly decorated. The style belonged to Persia, except that the symbol of Allah was replaced by the symbol of Christ.
A fully armed guard led a camel, and the camel was surrounded by armored cavalry. These guards were meticulously vigilant about the surroundings. They were the elite among the elite of the Prince of Rus.
This camel and camel sedan once belonged to Aqad Moska Dulu. When the current Khan failed in his expedition to Northeastern Rus', he left the camel and camel sedan as trophies in Northeastern Rus', becoming
became the private property of Rostislav.
Rostislav liked this camel sedan very much. The main reason was that a small table could be set up so that the prince could write while traveling.
Moreover, this camel sedan is very gorgeous, in line with the style of the prince, and the exotic customs can also make the prince more majestic.
Now Rostislav is writing at the small table on the camel sedan, and what he is writing is exactly the record of the development of Northeast Rus. The prince has already given this book a name, "The Development of the Forest Queen".
“In September 1055, when the Lord became flesh, the land behind the forest experienced a grand tournament this year, which was also the first tournament in Russia. Anwar Farisnur, a Christian from Persia, won the first place.
Won great honor and glory. Also in this month, Rostislav Vladimirovich Rurik began to carry out large-scale construction in Northeastern Rus's to consolidate control over various parts of Northeastern Rus's and start preparations for the expedition against the Bulgars."
After writing this, Rostislav rubbed his eyes tiredly. During this period, he was very tired. He was busy patrolling various places and had to find time to write articles.
The prince looked at the scenery around him, and all he could see were forests and wilderness. The vastness made him a little blind. Although he had made many achievements in construction, he still felt confused and overwhelmed every time he saw it.
Come on pressure.
The only thing that had some sense of civilization in front of me was the dirt road under my feet, but it was still so small compared to everything else.
But then he felt a little ridiculous. What was he thinking? He had spent his whole life building things, and even if he died, he would never see the prosperity he had in his previous life. What was he thinking about transforming nature?
Then the prince's emotions became excited again. Although his construction cannot be compared with that of later generations, it is already a great achievement compared with this era.
The prince of Moscow did not think so much and had returned to the present. The prince felt that his future was very bright. As long as he continued according to his plan, Moscow would inevitably become stronger and stronger, and he would get closer and closer to Kiev.
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After the prince's procession passed by, the people who had just paid tribute on both sides of the road raised their heads and gathered together to discuss what they had just witnessed, the power of the prince, his great achievements and the gorgeous queue.
It seems that many people returned to the village to have the capital to brag to their fellow villagers. After all, Rostislav's reputation has spread throughout the countryside with the singing voice of the performers.
Among the crowd, there was an old man in a cloak who glanced at the grand procession of princes going away and sighed. Rostislav was much more powerful than he thought.
"Honored Master, do we still want it?"
A man next to him with a hatchet on his waist asked, "People dressed like this are everywhere. After all, the wilderness of Northeastern Ross is never safe."
But if you look carefully, you will find that there are a lot of people like this here, and they are distributed on both sides of the road, as if they are preparing for something.
"No, now is not the time. It will only make you die, and it will not kill Rostislav."
Lev lamented. The thought in his heart of ending everything quickly had dissipated. The moment he saw the queue of Moscow princes, he already knew it was impossible.
And he also thought at that moment that just killing Rostislav would soon create a new Rostislav, which was totally useless.
"Let's go, the future is still far away, we have to take other paths and think of other ways."
The frustrated Lev said, and he still had a bad feeling, especially when he saw the young Mr. Wang writing, that feeling was very bad.
But he won't give up because of this. Lev's will has always been firm, and it's not that he has no ideas, it's just that he doesn't want to look directly, but now he must look straight, because that is the only choice...
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The second volume is over. Thank you very much for your support. Next, I will bring you a better third volume. The conflicts Rostislav will face will be more intense, and he will also set foot on the stage of various countries.