king of ros

Chapter 144 Victory Parade
While Bulgar on the Volga was writing a new chapter in the political struggle, in Northeast Rus, the Prince of Moscow, Rostislav Vladimirovich Rurik, had returned to his capital, Moscow.

Ohh Ohh ohh
A deafening horn sounded, announcing the return of the victorious team. The wide avenues of Moscow were packed with crowds, eagerly waiting for the prince and his victorious army to return.

On the avenues of Moscow, the soldiers marching neatly are like a spreading tide, the smocks outside the armor spread across the road covered with planks, and the spears held high are like forests, exuding a murderous aura.

Rostislav Vladimirovich, dressed in ceremonial armor, a ringmail inlaid with gold and silver, and a white bear's skin, rode his red steed through the streets of Moscow, surrounded by his generals and entourage.

The prince looked at the city that was built before his eyes, and the people who welcomed him, and felt extremely satisfied in his heart. The glory of victory and the joy of popularity filled his heart at the same time.

The entire Moscow was empty, and the citizens crowded forward to look at the conqueror who took [-] captives and [-] people.

The thin morning fog made his body look extraordinarily stalwart, and the flag in the hands of the flag bearer was also floating behind the prince, making him extremely mighty.

Somewhere behind Rostislav were his high-ranking generals and nobles. These nobles also put on their most expensive armor and the most gorgeous decorations, receiving the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd.

Gathered here are the dignitaries of the entire Northeast Ross. After this big victory over the Bulgars, no one can question the authority of the princes in the Northeast Ross.

Among the nobles and generals, they are the followers of princes and princes. Wearing iron armor, they are as majestic and powerful as the warriors depicted in the heroic songs, and they are the fantasy objects of countless young girls.

Many young followers kept waving to the surrounding crowd, and whistled to the girls in the crowd, and their mighty appearance could also attract the girls to scream.

The prince has some followers of the second-generation ancestor who used to be a dawdler, but after going through the bloody storm, no matter what the second-generation ancestor is, he has transformed into a real man.

Behind these nobles are the neatly lined up soldiers, led by the captain of the soldiers, marching forward solemnly. Many of them looked at the horse-riding followers with dissatisfaction in their eyes. Dominating the limelight, directly overwhelming them, this made the soldiers feel a serious sense of crisis.

The old people are always resistant to the newcomers stealing the limelight, and the soldiers are determined to surpass this group of young people in the next battle.

Behind the personal soldiers are the noble private soldiers and the city wall owners. Many city wall owners are quite novel about this city on the Moskva River, and they don't stay in the city for a long time on weekdays. Naturally, they have to take a good look at this opportunity to come to the city.

The private soldiers of the nobles didn't respond much. They were soldiers raised by the nobles in the city. Although the scale of Moscow is large, the interior is similar to most Russian cities except that the streets are wider. The city walls are not as good as Rostov. of it.

But the walls of the inner city surprised them, because there were several towers still under construction, and the surprise was that the towers were built of bricks and tiles.

The last group entered the city for the grandest reasons, and for no other reason than that they were soldiers of ordinary Moscow citizens who chose to follow the prince all the way back to Moscow.

The soldiers were all carrying big bags and small bags, and many of them even put on captured armed uniforms and iron armor, looking like they had harvested a lot, and their faces were full of pride and joy.

Seeing the triumphant return of their loved ones, everyone naturally gave out their biggest cheers, which were bigger than those given to princes and nobles, and some even walked into the queue to hold their relatives' hands.

But these people were driven out in the next moment, and now is not the time to disband, because behind that are the Bulgar captives.

The prince did not bring back many Bulgar captives, but this small group of Bulgars were the most valuable people in the entire Bulgar army.

Nobles, great merchants, tribal chiefs... There is no doubt that they are the upper echelons of Bulgar, and their families will give everything they have to redeem them.

These Bulgar nobles didn't even look like captives. They kept those gorgeous costumes, and there were robes embroidered with gold and silver threads everywhere at a glance.

The prince needs to keep these people around to supervise, but also to show his spoils to the people and allies.

This group of people walked into the city like a group of nobles. If it weren't for the vigilant soldiers around them, you would even think that they were the prince's guests rather than prisoners.

The sight of the people looking at the Bulgars is more curiosity than hatred. Most people in Moscow are from the south, and these Bulgars with novel costumes naturally arouse their curiosity.

The Bulgarians are also very curious about the city of Ross, but some people's eyes are full of contempt. After all, the city of Ross is difficult to compare with Bulgar.

And those who express their emotions so obviously are basically young people, while the middle-aged and elderly people all look flat. They know their status as spoils of war, and it is inappropriate to show those emotions rashly.

As the prince's army advanced, the musicians arranged by Moscow officials in the crowd also began to play joyful songs, making the whole atmosphere more exciting and uplifting.
Amidst the music, Rostislav looked at his city, feeling extremely satisfied in his heart. He knew that his future was bright, and no matter what he did next, it would be very, very convenient.

The army swaggered through the city like this, immersed in the welcome of the people. On the square in front of the inner city, the army stopped, because it was here that the army would disintegrate and the prince would return to his palace.

Passing through the gate of the inner city, the prince who came to the palace saw his wife carrying the entire palace to welcome her husband.

Leo stood beside his wife. This senior bureaucrat in Constantinople had a hard face. The high-intensity operation during this period made him extremely exhausted.

"I am back."

Dismounting in front of his wife, the prince saved Zooey and said in his ear.

"Well, God bless, it's good that you come back."

Zoe's words were full of excitement that couldn't be concealed. She was the most excited about her husband's safe return, but there was still some uneasiness in her words. She was afraid that her husband would step on the battlefield again and leave her behind.

"The next long period of time will be bathed in peace, don't worry, my wife, I will stay with you well."

Rostislav said in his wife's ear, his tone very firm.

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(End of this chapter)