"My Lord Rostislav, I congratulate you on this victory. I am paying tribute to a victor. You are the greatest victor in the entire Christian world."
Domhnall bowed deeply in front of the prince and congratulated the prince on his victory.
In front of them, the soldiers of the Northern Army were advancing hard to hunt down the deserters of the Southern Army.
The captain of the janissaries made a special trip back from the front line, and he came back just to congratulate his prince on the victory.
Originally Domhnall did not want to do this, as it seemed that he was too flattering, but during the fight he met his father-in-law Gvalan, and it was Gvalan who told him to do this.
As a foreigner, Domhnall had better be flattering. After all, his power comes from the prince. His descendants don't have to worry about such problems, but he must worry about it.
Also, the Janissaries have gained a lot of power recently. It is better for him to keep a low profile, to damage his own image and send out some signs of weakness to other factions, especially at this moment when Rostislav is obviously going to become the Grand Duke of Kiev.
And more importantly, after the personal followers and the prince won such a victory, their personal soldiers must also show their presence in front of the prince as soon as possible.
Let the prince take into account the balance between the two. Although it is necessary to show weakness, it does not mean that it must be achieved by losing power.
The Gaels had smiles on their faces, nodding and bowing in front of the prince, and they did not look like they were on the battlefield at all.
"Domhnall, you have been flattering me for so long, but this is what I like about you, so I agree to Gvalan's idea of letting you take over."
Although there was no reaction on Rostislav's face, his words undoubtedly showed his satisfaction, and then the prince mentioned another thing, "Are there any poems recently? I want to listen to some at this moment."
Normally, Rostislav would never be interested in such a thing, but now he is in the best mood.
"Of course, my lord, I have prepared a poem for this battle."
When it came to poetry, Domhnall immediately became energetic, and he subconsciously wanted to get his lute.
But after taking it empty, he immediately realized that he had made a mistake. What was he thinking? How could he bring that thing on the battlefield?
However, the poem was not actually written for this war, but it does not affect what he said, and the main theme is also about victory and strength.
"Ahem, it seems I can only sing a cappella to you."
Domhnall said sheepishly, but the Prince of Moscow didn't care. He just nodded to him to express his agreement, and the Gael also started singing.
"A black poisonous smog surrounded the city,
Ravens swept every street,
Suddenly a rooster shouted and crowed:
Warriors, wake up! This is the day of decisive battle!"
"The brilliance of the sword covers the shadow of the moon,
Roaring and stirring the blood-red tide,
The flags of dawn and aurora wave forever,
All heretics and villains will be annihilated here!”
"Rostislav! Our baby daddy!
He will never let us fall until the Day of Judgment,
Because of his name, Satan has to call us king!"
"Immortal legend, our little daddy!
So that the evil gods will fall into eternal terror,
Even if he passes away, he will turn into an aurora!"
"Hahaha, little daddy, Domhnall, your song is really exaggerated, but it also made me laugh. Very good, very good."
Rostislav laughed so much that he forgot about the wounds on his body. Domhnnar's poem was really to his liking, it was so interesting.
"My friend, you should publish a collection of poems and record all your works. I think future generations will be very interested."
After laughing almost enough, Rostislav suggested this, and his suggestion was sincere.
The Prince of Moscow actually admired Domnar's poetry, but he didn't know why he had never become popular. If it could be recorded and passed down, Rostislav believed that future generations would be able to appreciate him.
"Of course, my lord."
Domnar knelt down in front of Rostislav. The Gael was very happy. His joy was not because of the prince's recognition of him.
His poetry has not gained popularity and popularity for so many years, which has made him doubt his own strength, but now the prince's words have undoubtedly strengthened his confidence again.
"But now, you should go to the front line and restrain the guards for me. My captain, there might be trouble there without you."
The commander-in-chief of the Northern Army quickly shifted his attention from poetry to the battlefield. No matter what he said, the battle was not over after all, and Rostislav still needed to pay close attention to the battlefield situation.
"I'll go!"
Domnar immediately walked to the battlefield excitedly. Looking at his excited back, Rostislav couldn't help but laugh. It was really interesting to have such a subordinate.
Rostislav continued to look at the battlefield, watching the Northern Army continue to advance, and watching the battle flag of St. George slaying the dragon leading to victory. Nothing was more satisfying than this scene.
As a victor, Rostislav actually began to think about post-war arrangements in his heart.
Subjectively speaking, Rostislav didn't want to do this, it seemed really inappropriate, but his thoughts inevitably drifted away and he couldn't stop it at all.
In any case, after winning here, we must go to Kiev as quickly as possible to control the big city of Rus and truly ensure the consolidation of our position.
The next step is to go to Chernigov and Pereyaslav, the two important Russian cities, and bring them under control.
As long as those three cities are under his control, then he will become the real lord of all Russia, and no one can defy his will.
After enjoying the future, his thoughts returned to the present.
Subconsciously, looking at the chaotic battlefield, he couldn't help but feel worried.
How is his son, little Rurik? I haven't heard from him for a while.
Perhaps it was God's will. Just when Rostislav was thinking this, he suddenly saw a knight running across the battlefield and waving his spear in his direction.
Rurik's armor was chosen by him personally, and of course he recognized it as his son. Looking at this scene, a feeling of relief suddenly surged into Rostislav's heart.
Although he threw the boy on the battlefield and placed him under the command of Yang, who was always adventurous and risk-taking, it did not mean that he was not worried about his son.
However, if this boy is no longer on the battlefield, Rostislav will be sad for a while at best. As a descendant of Rurik, if he cannot go into battle, it only means that he is not suitable.
"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay. It'll be okay as long as it's okay."
Rostislav muttered subconsciously, and then continued to pay attention to the battlefield.