king of ros

Chapter 169
In order to provide a suitable venue for the tournament, the Moscow Hippodrome has now become the venue for the tournament.

In order to accommodate more spectators, the prince also specially raised the stands, and set up special noble boxes for dignitaries.

The martial arts competition has already started for a few days, and it is still in the stage of audition and elimination. After all, the number of contestants alone has reached two hundred, and the number is still increasing.

The princes of Moscow have set generous rewards, and those who reach the top three can get a lot of gold and silver, and if they are willing, they can also be granted land and become lords.

This made countless people yearn for it. Many people from farmers, citizens and even tribal people participated in it. As for wandering warriors and mercenaries, there are countless people. The opportunity to step up the class is just around the corner.

Moreover, Rostislav is unwilling to use simple and rough group competitions to quickly end the competition. If it is not heads-up, how can he open a gambling game to make money, and how to prolong the competition time.

The one-on-one competition in Moscow does not limit equipment, and the main form is a foot battle where you come and go, which is convenient for both players to control the strength and avoid heavy casualties.

After all, cavalry fighting is not the mainstream in the north, and the prince made such a decision to adapt to the environment, otherwise he would definitely engage in cavalry fighting.

Such a long game naturally costs a lot of money, but the Moscow prince understands that the money spent now is to prepare for winning more in the future.

Of course, there are also group competitions that make the audience's blood surge and climax, at least there must be one every day.

The participants are all the most desperate outlaws. Group competition is the closest form of combat to the battlefield. The weapons of the participants are not limited. Basically, any kind of bloody situation may occur.

It would be much more bloody and risky than a single-handed duel. At least dozens of bones, large and small, would have to be broken, and at most, several corpses. In order to avoid permanent casualties as much as possible, Rostislav put his Persian doctors were sent to provide free medical care to the players.

The most gentle one is the archery event, which is also the last event of this tournament. In order to increase the fun, Rostislav not only set up fixed targets, but also moved targets. The prince of Moscow hopes to select some outstanding archers through this event.

The racecourse casino has made a lot of money recently. Facing such a grand tournament, whether it is ordinary people or nobles and wealthy businessmen, their desire to bet is very strong.

So every day in the racecourse casino, scenes of getting rich overnight and being impoverished in an instant, undoubtedly aroused people's nerves more and made the atmosphere more enthusiastic. Looking at the financial statements that were rising steadily, Rostislav was happy every day. hehe.

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The clash of swords and swords made a crisp sound, and the battle roar of the soldiers made the atmosphere even more enthusiastic. The hormones surged wildly, agitating every soldier's will to fight.

Every time someone was knocked down on the field, the cheers became more intense, and under the grand sound, there were also people who cursed, because someone in the team he bet on was knocked down.

Vendors are all over the crowd, selling kvass and various snacks, and the casino staff encourage the audience to place bets.

"This scene reminds me of the Colosseum in Rome. I don't know if my little one can compare to one-tenth of that Colosseum."

In the prince's box, Rostislav, who was sitting on a recliner, put expensive walnuts into his mouth while asking the people around him.

On the left hand side of the prince was a spotless fruit plate filled with preserved fruits and nuts, all of which were very rare in the north.

The laziness of Rostislav lying on the chair is a bit like a Roman aristocrat. If he were in Rome or Constantinople, he might be denounced as depraved, but this is Northeast Ross.

Today, what the prince is following are not his personal soldiers and followers, but soldiers equipped with crossbows. These civilians are now wearing chain mail, wearing pointed helmets, holding crossbows in their hands, and watching everything around them vigilantly.

"Are you testing my history? Lord Rostislav. The Roman arena is big enough to hold fifty thousand spectators, and you... I don't think I need to say more."

The man who was questioned by the prince had a big Middle Eastern beard and a Persian face, but the cross on his Persian armor showed his identity as a Christian.

He has the temperament of a person who has been in a high position for a long time, which shows that his background is not simple, and the Persian armor makes him look mighty.

"And it's hard not to think of the fallen Roman emperors when you hold such a tournament."

The man narrowed his eyes as he said this.

"I didn't feed Christians to lions, and I didn't make poor people kill each other."

Rostislav was completely dismissive of the underlying moral criticism. His teacher scolded him so much more than this, and he still resisted it.

Mr. Morality of the troops in the church scolded him a lot for this, but it’s a pity that this is Ross. This group of people didn’t even need the prince to suppress them. The militants inside the church suppressed them. A priest.

"Anwar Faris Noor, I hope your governance level is as good as your religious knowledge. That guy Abdul has blown you up to the sky. Don't live up to his praise."

Rostislav looked at this Persian, who once served as a senior official under a certain Persian warlord, and was also a rare Persian Orthodox Christian.

After the demise of his warlord, the man was taken as a slave, bought by Abdul, and given to Rostislav as a gift.

The prince of Moscow valued this slave, the best slave Abdul had sent him, and the kind of talent he needed most.

The prince of Moscow immediately treated the man well, but he still had to talk to the man first to see if he could be trusted and to test his abilities.

"My master, I will naturally do my best for you. However, I am not only good at books, but also good at knives and guns. If you allow, I will be happy to show you my martial arts."

The Persian's words were full of confidence, and then he looked down at the battle below, which had come to an end.

There were broken shields and broken weapons everywhere. Several people were lying there dead or alive. The blood was all over the fine sand on the field. The staff were helping or failing to carry the players out of the field. There were still three people standing on the field. They are the strong ones standing at the end of this round.

Now they are enjoying the cheers of the crowd because they are on the same team, which means they are the winners.

"Oh? Then try it."

The waiter brought Bulgar's wine, and Rostislav took it and drank it down.

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(End of this chapter)