Just when Rostislav turned the horse's head and planned to return to the Hungarian palace with Jan, a horseman came in a hurry and shouted Rostislav's name. His anxiety was palpable.
That man was Rostislav's personal entourage, but he was not wearing any armor now, but simply wearing a hunting suit. Seeing him coming in such a hurry, the Prince of Moscow responded quickly.
"I was looking for someone, what happened? Is there something wrong at the camp?"
Seeing the hurried appearance of his entourage, the prince of Moscow subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with them and asked quickly.
The soldiers in the camp were restless during this period. They were also partying hard during this period and even brought prostitutes into the camp.
This was because considering that they had traveled so far and experienced many wars, and the Magyars were quite enthusiastic in receiving the Russians, the princes temporarily allowed them to play.
But this game caused a lot of problems. Either he drank too much today or got into a fight tomorrow. The most exaggerated one was that he set the tent on fire, which made Rostislav really feel a little dizzy.
All he could do was to restrain his subordinates as much as possible and prevent them from acting too wildly. Of course, there was still time to play.
"No sir, no sir, no problem."
The attendant was breathing heavily. It was obvious that he was riding fast all the way, and he rested on the horse for a long time.
And his words made Rostislav feel that his mood was wasted. You came in such a hurry and told me that it was okay?
But his next words immediately changed Rostislav's mind.
"Our people got into a fight with someone in the market, and there were many people on the other side!"
"What? Take me there right away!"
When he heard that there was a fight with someone and that there were many people on the opposite side, Rostislav immediately became anxious. He was mainly afraid that something would happen to one of his own people, and he was even more afraid of trouble to clean up if something happened.
Most of the Rus merchants selling in the market are actually the spokespersons of the princes, so they are undoubtedly the princes' people.
Moreover, for Rostislav personally, the wine he brought from Moldavia is mainly sold on the market today. It would be too bad if something happened to ruin all the wine.
As the Prince of Moscow spoke, he found two horsemen, gave them a few hryvnia silver ingots, took their horses and rode on them with Yang.
"yes!"
The horseman responded immediately and pointed the way for the prince.
The matter was urgent, so the three of them rode very fast, causing a lot of chaos along the way, and even overturned several stalls.
There were also frightened livestock running around, with their owners chasing after them in panic.
Rostislav still couldn't bear to see that scene, so he threw a handful of Russian silver coins as compensation, which caused a burst of snatching from everyone.
Ignoring the chaos behind them, they hurriedly walked through the streets.
Fortunately, the businessmen and pedestrians in front saw the three guys running as if they were risking their lives, so they all got out of the way early, so nothing serious happened.
Of course, the people were very frightened.
As they got closer to their destination, the sounds of noise and beatings became more obvious.
Finally, as the attendant stopped his horse, Rostislav was able to see the scene of the fight.
The venue for the fight was the edge of the market, where Russian merchants set up camp and opened their shops. Since the Russians brought a lot of wine for sale and set up several temporary wine taverns, there were always a lot of merchants coming and going here.
It's always lively here.
But now the bustling scene has disappeared. There are only tables, chairs and wine barrels that have been pushed over. The bright red wine is splashed on the ground like sewage, and those fighting on the sewage are Magyars one by one.
With the Russians.
The faces of both sides were full of anger, and many people were still fighting each other even though their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, but no one used weapons.
This made Rostislav breathe a sigh of relief. This was really a blessing among misfortunes. The fact that no knife was used showed that everyone still knew the bottom line. If the knife was used, it would be really difficult to deal with.
But the situation is still urgent. Although no surgery has been performed now, the situation is not much better than if the surgery was started.
Many people had already fallen into the red liquid without knowing whether it was wine, blood, or a mixture of the two.
And judging by the looks of those people who were still fighting, it was only a matter of time before they drew their swords. If someone got excited and drew their swords to kill someone, the situation would be completely different.
"Rostislav, what should we do now?"
Seeing this fight, Yang's drunkenness disappeared immediately. His expression was very serious. This situation was not easy to handle.
"What should we do? Both sides are jealous. If we don't take action, these people will probably draw their swords."
Rostislav looked solemn. He made a rough calculation. There are still about ten people on the field still fighting each other, and even more people have fallen. It seems that they have been fighting for a while, which is just right. Their physical strength has been exhausted.
After a lot, it was time to perform.
"Let's end this fight and knock everyone down!"
Rostislav made a decision in his heart. Since it seems difficult to separate this group of people now, just defeat them all.
Yang raised his eyebrows, and there was interest in his eyes. It was rare to see such a thing.
And at this moment, Rostislav had already rushed forward with his fist waved.
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"Asshole! I..."
He was only half-way cursed when he was hit by an oncoming fist. The man's nose was directly hit by the punch and blood spurted out crazily.
Rostislav didn't give him any pause, and then punched the man in the face again, knocking him to the ground. Then he could only struggle there, unable to get up.
There are already about a dozen such people, and they are all lying behind Rostislav. Yang and the personal entourage who reported the news before are checking the situation of the fallen people.
There was a lot of blood on these two people. It seemed that they had also participated in the fight, but the follower was obviously not as relaxed and leisurely as Rostislav and Jan. His fatigue was the strongest among the three.
"Wow, it's really enjoyable.
Looking at the blood on his fists, Rostislav seemed very interested. He had just knocked down six people at once. This simple fight gave him a great sense of satisfaction.
This is different from fighting in battle. This is just the intersection of fists, the pure collision of blood and blood, the most primitive collision.
The attendant looked at Rostislav with awe in his eyes. The prince actually defeated most of the people here in just a few minutes.
Yang, on the other hand, looked normal. He had been following Rostislav for so many years and had grown up in a city. Didn't he still know the boss's fighting ability?
Rostislav has been the king of children since he was a child, but he rarely fights, because after a fight, other children don't want to experience it again.
Rostislav found a box at random, found a small wine bucket, and poured it directly into his mouth. He didn't care that the wine flowed all over him, and he kept pouring it anyway.
It was filled with Moldavia's rare wines, not the popular ones from outside, but now Rostislav didn't want to worry about that, he just wanted to drink.
The fine wine that was supposed to be tasted was drank like this. After drinking the wine in the small barrel, Rostislav felt very happy. This feeling was very comfortable. There was nothing better than drinking like this after a fight.
It was at this time that people who had stayed away from the fight also gathered around. They pointed at Rostislav and discussed the fight.
Some people who saw Rostislav beating someone up just now were bragging to the people around him about the skills of the Prince of Moscow. In their words, Rostislav became more and more powerful, as if he had defeated everyone here.
Next, the law enforcement Magyars and Russians arrived one after another, and what they saw when they arrived was Rostislav sitting among the losers. There were red stains on his clothes. It was unclear whether they were blood or wine. Moscow