king of ros

Chapter 40 A Great Victory
After the victory, some soldiers collected everything that could be used on the battlefield. For them, everything on the battlefield was novel and worth collecting.

The guards are counting the valuables in each tent, while the Chude people are managing the prisoners of war and rescuing the captured Ross people. They also need to take care of the horses.

During the battle just now, the task of the Chude people was to control the livestock fence. They had a fairly fierce battle with the guarding Polovets. The battle shocked the horses in the fence, but fortunately there was a fence, All the horses fell into the hands of the Rus.

As for the captured Russians, after rescuing them, Rostislav briefly asked about their identities, only to know that they were militiamen near the city of Pé, and they were defeated by the Polovets before they could enter the fortress.

They fled all the way to the west, but they were caught by the Polovets and made prisoners. They were very grateful that they were rescued by Rostislav, otherwise their fate would have been to be slaves.

Prince Ross was very disappointed by the lack of information, and could only hope to get more information from the captive.

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"My lord, a big victory, none of us died, only a few people were injured, and hundreds of those nomads were killed, not to mention the thousands of horses, now all of us can ride on horses, ours The speed went up to a new level all of a sudden."

Yang excitedly came to Rostislav who was sitting by the fire and tore off the mutton from the food. The whole roasted lamb was the food of Rostislav's captive, but he was captured before he ate it.

After the war, Prince Ross found that the roasted whole lamb belonging to the chief of Polovey was fine, so he decided to enjoy this delicacy.

And Yang had just counted the results of the battle, and came to tell his prince the gains of this battle. The excitement on his face showed the richness of these gains.

"Really? Come and taste."

Regarding the good news, Rostislav was relatively calm, but his slightly trembling arm showed that he was very upset. He tore off a piece of mutton with a dagger and handed it to Jan.

This mutton was worthy of being enjoyed by the chief of Polovey. It was not only salted, but also peppered, which made people's index fingers twitch.

"It was sprinkled with spices."

Yang just smelled it, and his throat squirmed. When the young man was growing up, how could he resist the temptation in the face of such delicious food? He took the mutton strips and devoured it, but this food inspired him instead. His hunger made him want to eat more.

"Look at you, come and eat."

Seeing the flag officer like this, Rostislav smiled, pulled him to his side, and asked him to enjoy the mutton feast.

Yang smiled timidly, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous. He took out a dagger and cut off the meat of the sheep, and then gobbled it up.

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, why don't the herdsmen eat meat every day? They have so many livestock, but they eat this tasteless cheese every day."

Veshata's son ate his mouth full of oil, but he did not forget to chat with the prince. He had noticed that the nomads ate cheese instead of fresh meat.

"Well... For shepherds, livestock is their seed food. How can anyone eat seed food?"

Rostislav popularized the social ecology of the steppe for his little soldiers, and he had heard this information from the steppe chief who made friends with him.

"If you eat meat every day, the meat is not enough to eat. The livestock have been killed long ago, and people have to continue to live. And if there is a drought and snowstorm, a large number of livestock will die, so every herdsman hopes that their own There are more and more livestock. On the grassland, only nobles with huge herds can eat meat every day, while ordinary herdsmen can only eat cheese produced by livestock, and wild vegetables collected. There are also some prey obtained from hunting."

"I see."

While the prince and the flag-bearer were discussing the grassland society, a convoy was approaching on the ridge where they had ambushed before. Rostislav subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but when he saw the Naurik flag, he recalled The supply troops who stayed at the camp before.

Rostislav sent someone to call them after his victory, and those carriages were just used to load various spoils of war and hold prisoners of war.

Just when Rostislav relaxed a little, a guard in chain mail came to his master and whispered a message to him.

"That Polovets man is finally going to talk?"

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In the tent that belonged to the leader of Napolovite an hour ago, the former owner was tied to a chair, and several Russian soldiers were guarding in the tent. Their captain Gevalan had just interrogated this person, so the prisoner There is a lot of green, which shows what the interrogation process is like.

"What is he going to say?"

Rostislav walked into the tent under the guard of his own soldiers, and everyone saluted him except the nomad whose nose was bruised and his face swollen.

The Polovites said that he had recruited, but he said he would only say so after the arrival of Prince Ross, so Rostislav came over.

Seeing the leader of these Ross people, Prince Ross who defeated himself, the Polovites immediately said a word in their language, and there was regret in his tone.

"what did he say?"

Gevalan looked at the interpreter Polovts inside the camp.

"He said that he was actually defeated by a hairless boy with a hairless mouth."

The interpreter translated the man's words as they were, but Gevalan was a little impatient.

"Let him say what he has to say right away, quick!"

The translator communicated a few words with the Polovts, and the Polovts smiled, which made Rostislav a little uneasy.

"He said that you have robbed Tugel's war horse, the news has spread, and he will come to you."

Zong is the title of the leader of the Polove sub-tribe, a dignitary under the Khan, and this Tugelgu, Rostislav knows this name.

"God, how did we grab that mad dog's stuff!"

Prince Ross felt bad, he knew the name, he knew he was a powerful lunatic, and the guy was going to bite him.

Not only Rostislav, but other Russian soldiers were also a little surprised and distressed when they heard this name. Tugel's notoriety has always been widely spread on the border, about his vengeance, his audacity, and his cruelty.

Seeing that the Rus people panicked when they heard the name, the nomad laughed loudly, which was so harsh to everyone's ears, but then was forcibly silenced by Gevalan's iron fist.

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(End of this chapter)