king of ros

Chapter 122 God's Blessing
After crossing the Volga, Akkad's army found the dirt road that had been trodden by the crowds that had been going to Kashin during that time.

This made him very excited, because walking down this road would lead to their goal.

And at the same time, there are roadside attacks and ambushes. From time to time, a burst of arrows or guns are thrown from the woods or on the hillside. Nomadic archers on horseback suddenly appeared at the fringe of the line to shoot arrows.

Of course, some were unlucky and were intercepted. After all, there were also many Finn tribesmen who were good at fighting in dense forests and nomadic horse archers who came and went quickly in the Bulgar army.

It's just that those who were caught were basically low-level soldiers in cloth and leather armor, and they still didn't see Rostislav's elite.

This made Akkad even more convinced that the main force of the Prince of Moscow was ahead. These harassments and battles didn't even appear much before, but now they appeared in groups. Isn't it because they are approaching the lifeblood of that young man?

Akkad, who commanded the Bulgar army, ordered all his ministries to prepare for battle, and the main force of the Rus could arrive at any time.

It's just that when he gave this order, he didn't expect that Rostislav's main force had already arrived, and he was still planning to make a surprise attack.

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"What a big army."

Behind the bushes, looking at the Volga army with spears and halberds in front of him, the prince couldn't help sighing, but he quickly put away his emotions, and now it was not the time to sigh.

Quietly groping back to his subordinates, Rostislav came to his generals, passing through a rider who was leading a horse and concealed himself.

"When we reach the designated position, we will attack with the whole army. Remember, the purpose of this battle is to kill and injure the enemy, not to defeat them. When the horn sounds, we must retreat."

The prince exhorted again with a serious face, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant, and everyone present felt the atmosphere and naturally nodded in agreement, even Edward and Meshko who came as guest troops were the same.

Rostislav assembled all the fast-moving forces in his hands this time, first of all, his 600 cavalry entourages, Mieszko’s [-] Polish knights, and Edward’s [-] Hungarian heavy horse archers. Tools are elite.

"The Bulgars will enter the scheduled ambush area in about half an hour. Everyone, take this opportunity to take a good rest and disband."

Following Rostislav's words, everyone returned to their respective posts, and they still needed to adjust and communicate with their subordinates to reorganize the team.And the prince also had to have a good chat with the newcomers in the entourage, to appease their emotions, after all, the entourage team had directly expanded for a generation.

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Yes, Rostislav's entourage had grown to two hundred.

Ever since the nobles of Northeast Russ knew that the prince had recruited people to join his personal team, some dignitaries and city owners sent their sons to his side to join his personal team.

On the one hand, this is to show loyalty to Rurik, and on the other hand, it is to find a way out for the three and four sons in the family.

Especially for the Walled City Lord, it is not a small amount of money to buy a set of armor that can let the children go out for adventure, and now turning to the prince can solve this problem.

Rostislav was also happy to absorb these young people. They were all good soldiers, and each of them had experienced sword and riding training since childhood, and they had more awareness of discipline.

However, the prince did not focus on recruiting soldiers from the nobles. In fact, he would not refuse anyone. He would accept young people who were available among citizens, farmers, and even tribal forest people if they were willing to join them.

For many sons of merchants and rich peasants, joining the prince's entourage is also a chance to change their fate. If they become "friend cavalry", they may become the lord of a city and a village in ten or twenty years. No matter how lucky they are, Maybe even be the mayor of some town.

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Not only the generals, but the soldiers present also felt the feeling that the atmosphere of war was approaching. Everyone was very serious, and everyone was concentrating on making their own preparations for the battle.

There are some other sergeants in it. Apart from these elites, there are also troops under the prince who are good at fighting in the forest. They will exist as a supporting force.

The recruits are the most nervous group of people, and they face such a situation in the first battle. Fortunately, the veterans are constantly calming their emotions and relieving their tension.

But in fact, the veterans are not much better, just a little bit better than these miserable recruits.

This battle was very dangerous. After all, they were attacking tens of thousands of enemies with a number of six hundred. Although they said that they would accept it as soon as it was good, it would be a lie to say that they were not nervous. However, the presence of someone greatly eased the tension in everyone's hearts.

That is Ilarion, the former Metropolitan Lord.

The former metropolitan wore a set of scale armor, with a mace around his waist, and a pointed helmet, but there were crosses of God all over it, and prayers and crosses all over his armor.

He was surrounded by a few guards. Even after the Metropolitan left his post, these soldiers chose to continue to follow to protect the safety of Ilarion.

What Rostislav saw as he walked in the formation was the voice of the metropolitan praying. He saw many warriors kneeling piously in front of him, and many of them obeyed the teachings of the Catholic Church. No one cares about the difference.

"...God, give me strength, the Lord is my strength, He taught my hands to fight, He taught my fingers to fight..."

As Ilarion recited a prayer, everyone present followed suit. The solemn scene made everyone feel awe, and more and more people joined in.

Looking at this scene, Rostislav felt a subtle feeling that he didn't know what it was. The feeling was very subtle, but he just couldn't explain it clearly.

And at this moment, Rostislav's shoulder was suddenly held by a hand wearing a chain mail glove. The prince looked back and saw the young face of little Myshko, which was now full of determination. People seem to make some difficult decisions.

"Excuse me, Lord Rostislav, although it's a bit abrupt... But I hope you can give me the glory of the first battle, let me stand in front of everyone, and show the glory of God with blood and sword."

"……it is good."

Little Myshko's tone trembled when he said this, which made Rostislav a little nervous, and made him subconsciously agree to the young man's needs.

"Thank you very much."

After getting an affirmative answer, the young man bowed, then retreated to straighten his armor and weapons, while Rostislav frowned as he watched his back.

Why is this young man so self-destructive?

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(End of this chapter)