Under the night sky, the Russians set up countless torches to illuminate the earth like daylight.
"Come on, let's toast to the winner."
"Long live Lord Rostislav! May his military fame last forever!"
The battlefield that was still bloody and bloody during the day is now a place for the Russians to have banquets and drinks. The soldiers sat on the ground, enjoying the food given by the Grand Duke, cheering for the victory, and even more for the heroes.
This war made everyone a lot of money. The huge amount of property and livestock in the Porowe camp made everyone rich to some extent. The wealth of gold and silver stimulated everyone's mood and made them even more excited.
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Although the ground was still covered with blood and the corpses of the Porovets were piled up in the corpse pits, the Russians did not care. Compared with the joy of victory, this small discomfort was nothing. We are not pampered people.
, are all soldiers who have gone through battles. Blood and corpses are part of daily life.
The thumping drums and the low brass horns sounded at the same time. There were no musical instruments in the army, so people could only play them for fun, which had a unique flavor.
Buckets of kvass were consumed in this free drinking, and countless roasted meats, cheeses and breads were eaten, but the new ones would soon be delivered, allowing the banquet to continue throughout the night.
However, for some people, such a banquet is still not joyful and exciting enough. A group of people use the strength of alcohol to clear an open space and start their favorite fight.
In this open space, two naked upper body strong men were waving their fists and attacking each other, and they were surrounded by soldiers watching the fun. As the commotion became louder and louder, so did the number of onlookers.
more.
In this simple fighting arena, when a certain party succeeds in attacking, there will be bursts of cheers. Of course, there will also be curses. If there is a fight, there will be bets, and if there are bets, someone will lose money.
In comparison, the generals of the army enjoyed a much more elegant life. They drank the Moldavia wine specially provided by the Grand Duke and ate various delicacies sprinkled with spices. They even had seats, although
It's just an ordinary long table and bench, which ordinary soldiers usually sit on, but now it is the enjoyment of nobles.
The few prostitutes in the army acted as maids and shuttled among the noble warriors, filling them with wine, bringing them food, and not forgetting to wiggle their butts and make poses. These are the powerful people of Russia. Spending a night with them will be a reward.
If you can be attracted by any adult, as a lover, you can escape from the sea of misery.
And these shows off have indeed aroused the desire of many warriors who are still fighting hard during the day. For warriors in battle, a woman's body is the best way to relieve the excited hormones. Some people have already dragged the maids away and went to their
Some people who were impatient found a bush and started making tents directly.
However, most people still don't have that kind of thoughts. They care more about today's joyful banquet than women. The joy at this moment is the time to enhance the feelings of the warriors and to interact with the princes and dignitaries.
In front of the nobles, a Gaelic warrior with a scar on his face was strumming his strings. No one knew his name, only that he came from the distant British Islands, but he stood out with his outstanding singing.
Here he is, singing that ancient poem, with his face shrouded in a hood and a blue cloak covering his body.
"Alas, all the years I have spent, where have they gone?
Are lives just a dream, or are they not real in the first place?
The things I once believed in, do they really exist?
Maybe I fell asleep and couldn't explain it one by one.
The children who used to play with me are all old and their steps are frail.
The fields have been burned by the flames, and the trees have been cut down.
The river that should have been endless now no longer flows.
This body can no longer bear the sadness in my heart.
The world looks beautiful on the outside, with white, light green and bright red colors.
Once you look inside it, the world is just as dark as death."
"good, very good!"
When the last note fell, the Grand Duke of Ross was the first to cheer loudly. Since the Grand Duke was like this, the others naturally followed suit, and the applause and cheers became one.
The artistic conception of the poem made the Grand Duke shed tears. He thought of the years he had spent, those calculations and battles, those failures and achievements, but now these had no meaning to the dying old man, everything seemed to be a blur.
A big dream.
The poet held the piano and bowed to express his gratitude to everyone present. The Grand Duke's attendant presented a bag of gold coins, which was a reward from Yaroslav. The poet took it and left amid the commotion.
Not long after the poet left, the whole venue became extremely noisy again. People were bragging about their achievements, drinking gulps of the Grand Duke's wine, and washing down their food with it.
"Rostislav!"
The Grand Duke wiped away his tears, straightened his expression, and called his grandson, the greatest hero of this war.
Prince Ross, who was bragging about his battlefield experiences with the young warriors around him, immediately stood up. He knew that the highlight was coming, and the Grand Duke was going to introduce his grandson to everyone, who had made countless military exploits.
Rostislav stood up and felt countless looks, including envy, admiration, and even jealousy, but he accepted them all calmly. He had exchanged blood and fire for all this, and this was what he deserved.
His offensive was a turning point on the battlefield and laid the foundation for victory. He recaptured the skulls of his ancestors that his family had wanted to harvest for many years and presented them to the Grand Duke. His achievements brought countless honors to him, which was so glorious.
Eye-catching.
"Come here and kneel in front of me."
Prince Rus walked to his grandfather and knelt down in front of everyone. Yaroslav looked at his eldest grandson. He did not expect that this child would actually achieve such great achievements and fulfill the family's long-cherished wish. He had to sigh that God's will is really true.
Unfathomable.
"Rostislav, your glory has earned it for you."
The Grand Duke waved his hand, and the attendant who stood sideways came up holding the plate. The Grand Duke opened the red cloth above, revealing the jewelery underneath.
Countless rubies and sapphires are inlaid on a silver necklace, and what hangs on the necklace is a delicate and small painting of the Virgin Mary holding a child. The painting is made of gold wire, and the frame is covered with gold, and the four corners are
Inlaid with emeralds.
Everyone exclaimed in amazement. Such a luxurious and exquisite jewelry is enough to be regarded as a treasure even in the treasury of the emperor of the imperial capital. This is the most precious treasure of Kiev, and now the Grand Duke wants to give it to his grandson.
Many people did not expect that the situation would develop like this. Many people thought that what the Grand Duke gave was just gold and silver armbands or rings, but they actually gave away such treasures. Many people paid more attention to Rostislav, because the importance of the Grand Duke was clearly visible.
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The uncle's eyes were full of admiration for the outstanding juniors. For him, nothing is more gratifying than the emergence of talented people in the family. However, the look in the second uncle's eyes was quite complicated. He was just tasting the Grand Duke's wine silently, feeling five emotions in his heart.
Miscellaneous.
"Hail to the victor."
"Long live! Long live! Long live Rostislav!"
The Grand Duke of Ross roared loudly, and everyone naturally followed him. Their voices spread, and the soldiers who heard him began to shout his name. Gradually, everyone in the entire venue was shouting for him.