"Rusa's militia? Three hundred people? Well, there are quite a lot of them, and the equipment seems to be quite good. It seems to be from Moscow? It seems that you are really making a fortune selling salt there. Get your documents, but don't
If you lose it, you can only get supplies with this thing."
The official's voice was very loud, penetrating the noisy surroundings, because only in this way can people hear the voice.
In the stuffy tent, militiamen from all over Northern Rus' were huddled in front of thin wooden partitions, while the quartermaster sat grimly at a folding table behind a screen to receive their documents and applications.
Semi-armored or unarmored soldiers held weapons in their hands and stood in front of the partition like tree poles to block the crowds that kept pushing forward. Without them, they would have been crushed.
Militiamen dressed in different costumes were jostling and quarreling, and some even threatened to fight. They all wanted to push to the front to finish the matter, get the supply documents with the judgment books in their hands as soon as possible, and then have a good rest.
The official who had just yelled glanced at the commotion in front of him and sighed. The work was still long and there was a lot that needed to be done.
What they were in now was a typical Ross military camp consisting of hundreds of tents, and the size of the military camp was still expanding rapidly. Soldiers from all over the north came here to join the Northern Army.
Rostislav's prestige attracted a large number of soldiers. Tribesmen and farmers from all over Northern Russia came to join the army, and militias from various cities also came one after another.
Just a month ago, this place was just an unknown small fishing village. Although Smolensk was to the south, this place did not prosper because of its proximity to that trade hub.
The residents can only rely on fishing to make a living. The rickety little pier can only dock a few small fishing boats on weekdays, but now the small pier has turned into a large port. Long boats stop and go every day, unloading large amounts of supplies.
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But more of them were horse-drawn convoys coming from Smolensk, where Veshata had been storing food in preparation for the future war.
The Prince of Moscow's Chud Battalion and the nomadic cavalry were divided into several small teams to collect all available supplies nearby, including horses, mules, and carriages. It was better to recruit them locally rather than transport them from afar.
The Northern Army was also very generous to the villagers. They paid their bills directly with gold and silver, which was enough to silence any dissatisfaction.
However, in their hearts, the locals still continue to criticize this, but the experience of their ancestors tells them that it is best to choose to obey when facing the army. It is okay if they just levy, but it is not good if they kill people, not to mention these people are still
Paid.
Ships and teams arrive every day, bringing supplies and manpower. There are whole troops, small groups, and lone people.
The prince's officials and soldiers were busy from morning to night every day, not only to arrange for new arrivals, but also to divert the bad traffic at the port from time to time. They were all so busy that it seemed as if their efforts were of no use at all, but without them
The effort will definitely be messier.
There were also a lot of troubles during this period, including fights and thefts, but the troublemakers had only one fate, which was a rope, and then the corpses of the hanged ghosts were used to kill chickens and monkeys.
"This is really messy."
Valin Kashinsky scratched his head and looked at everything in front of him. He had just gone to pick up today's supplies, and then he witnessed the chaotic scene after the arrival of a large number of teams.
Kashinsky was one of the first ones to arrive. The city lord was 100% obedient to the Prince of Moscow, which allowed him to get a good position without having to fight with the crowds or in any low-lying area.
Camp in wet areas.
Valin led his people into the camp area, and what came into view were various Russian soldiers, those who boxed, those who gambled, those who cleaned weapons, those who slept, etc. Everyone had kvass in their hands, and some
People have wine in their hands, and they take a few sips into their mouths from time to time, passing the time in their own way and doing their own things.
The heavily armed noble cavalry passed by chatting and laughing. The content of the conversation was about how to make achievements on the battlefield. The youthfulness of these people was so strong that Valin shook his head when he saw them talking and laughing.
After returning to the camp and asking the soldiers escorting the supplies to arrange the supplies, Varin found a friend waiting for him, a young man from Northeastern Rus, Vladimir of the Serikhov family.
They met on the road. As the third generation of the Serikhov family, Vladimir was taken to the battlefield by old Ivan to meet the market.
As a town dignitary, this young man is very talkative and does not have the arrogance of the town dignitaries that Valin has seen. However, he always likes to mention those uncles. He admires them very much, which makes Valin a little annoyed.
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"When did you say we were going to fight, Uncle Valin? I'm tired of waiting every day."
Vladimir was sitting on a pile of wood, and nearby was a lumberjack who was processing the firewood. The young man was wrapped in a light chain armor, with a red cloak behind him, and he looked exactly like a descendant of a Russian noble.
There was a yearning for war in his tone. Valin was most familiar with this smell, which was unique to the young birds who had never been to the battlefield. They learned about war from the mouths of poets and instructors, and had unrealistic fantasies about war.
"The Southern Army is still blocked in Smolensk, with the Smolensk militia from Veshata blocking them. The army has not yet been assembled, and neither the Moscow nor Novgorod militias have arrived, but it is probably about the same on the other side.
That’s why the war is still far away.”
Varin's tone was very calm and did not contain any sarcasm. This is how young people are. Everyone needs to experience it to grow. Kashinsky had no intention of ridiculing.
"Don't care too much about the war. Just repair the weapons and train the soldiers. This battle is unprecedented in the whole of Russia. I think the intensity is probably beyond expectations. So Vladimir, go and prepare for the war. Don't
This seems like doing nothing, and don’t expect war.”
The Lord of the Walled City said earnestly that he had seen many young people like Vladimir who rashly stepped onto the battlefield and then lost their lives in vain, so he asked the child to go back and practice hard. Only skills can be used on the battlefield.
Save your life.
"I have been practicing swordplay all day long since I was 8 years old. My grandfather and father trained me completely according to the standards of the battlefield. I have been like this for 8 years, and my level is definitely enough to save my life."
Vladimir's tone was full of disdain for Valin's advice. How could he overturn on the battlefield after practicing for so long? Valin didn't say anything anymore. This kind of thing still needs to be experienced by oneself. No one can replace it.
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"I wonder if I can meet Lord Rostislav or Lord Svyatoslav on the battlefield. I have heard so many poems by these two men, but I have never seen them before. Uncle Varin
, have you seen it?”
The young man then began to be curious about the two commanders of the northern and southern armies. These two are now the yearning objects of every young warrior in Russia. They all want to create achievements like these two. Valin made a gesture of recalling,
This awakened some memories in him.
"Well...I have met Lord Rostislav many times, and he has given me many rewards. As for Svyatoslav, I have only seen him from a distance a few times."
Varin said as if he was talking about something normal, and young Vladimir reacted greatly. His eyes shone and his face turned rosy, "Uncle Varin, you have actually seen these two!"
Vladimir's voice was loud, attracting the attention of the surrounding lumberjacks, but he just glanced at it and continued busy working. The amount of firewood this army needed to use every day was an exaggerated amount, and they had to focus on their work.
Inevitably those Greek stewards will deal with them.
"Of course, why have I been fighting on the battlefield for so long... Wait, this voice... Vladimir, go to the gate of the camp quickly, the person you want to see is here."
The melodious horn sounded in the camp. Kashinsky was stunned at first, but he, who had been tested for many years in the war, immediately recalled who it was, and excitement appeared on Vladimir's face. Could it be that...
"Yes, it is he, our Prince Rostislav Vladimirovich is here."