king of ros

Chapter 209 Ross' Prestige
While the Pecheneg chiefs made the decision to attack, on the other side, the Ross cavalry led by Rostislav and Sviatoslav had already entered the horse archers.

The attack was Rostislav's idea, and the reason why the Prince of Moscow chose to attack is very simple:
Under the attack of the archers and crossbowmen, the Pecheneg horse archers who besieged them became weaker and weaker, and ran farther and farther away from them.

Most of the energy is focused on preventing being shot instead of shooting. For a while, the enemy's projection rate is greatly reduced, and their projectiles are basically used up.

Facing the arrows and crossbows of the Ross people, the Pechenegs were really powerless to the extreme.

Their poor armor can't stop the powerful bows of the Ross people. Whenever the Ross people's bowstrings ring, they have to lose a large number of compatriots, as if they were slaughtered.

Seeing this scene, Rostislav couldn't help feeling absurd. When he was fighting with the Polotsk people, he had never encountered such a weak chicken. He flinched after being shot for a while. Looking at it like this, they really deserved to be driven to the west.

So the prince of Moscow decided to attack, or the same sentence, if such a soft persimmon is not squeezed, is he still human?

And Svyatoslav also saw all this in his eyes, and he had the same idea, so at this moment, these two people who always looked at each other with ghosts in their hearts now reached a unified opinion.

Izyaslav and Vsevolod also agreed with their offensive. The two did not want to continue to be passively beaten here. They needed a chance to turn the situation around, and the cavalry assault was the best chance.

So the team of the two Rus princes fought fiercely like this, and the Pechenegs who watched the Russ kill them were stunned for a moment, and then rushed up in ecstasy. They seemed to be victorious in the riding battle, but Then it turns out they were wrong, and they were dead wrong.

Whether it is the prince of Moscow or the prince of Checheng, their team is not the poor infantry that the herdsmen think is not good at riding but fighting on horseback.

After the nomadic cavalry rushed, they subconsciously wanted to cut off the opponent's horse's reins. This was the fastest way to make the opponent lose combat effectiveness in a riding battle, because the rider who lost the rein as a point of strength would immediately lose his balance on the horse.

But it is a pity that the Ross riders they faced all deftly protected the reins, and then took advantage of the situation to either cut off the reins on the opposite side, or directly smashed them head-on.

However, more people were directly pierced by spears. No matter what kind of armor they had, they could not withstand such a powerful blow. Moreover, many Ross riders accurately pierced the spears into the enemy's throats.

Myshko's spear skills are the most powerful among the many warriors under Rostislav. He can draw his opponent so hard that he can't turn around immediately. No matter who he faces this Polish knight, he will die.

As for the other Russ, their horse fighting skills are extremely professional, which is obviously only possible for those who have undergone long-term professional training and combat, which is completely different from the rookies that the Pechenegs expected.

Inferior iron is hard to fight against real gold, and the Pechenegs are too powerless to face those Russ, as if they were slaughtered.

What's more terrible is still behind. With the time and space won by the cavalry, Ross's soldiers and servants formed a complete battle line, held up their shields and weapons, and then began to move forward in an orderly manner.

This undoubtedly squeezed the front line of the Pechenegs. All those who dared to crash into the shield wall were either dragged off their horses and hacked to death, or they were driven and forced to retreat.

And behind the shield wall, rounds of arrows were shot, and the Pechenegs kept turning their backs under the rain of arrows.

Facing the brave cavalry and the advancing shield wall, the Pechenegs were afraid and began to run away without looking back.

They hadn't experienced such a fierce battle for a long time, and those Ross people in iron clothes made them feel terrified.

The collapse of the tribe caught Tatus a little off guard. He didn't expect these people to collapse so quickly. They should have stood up for a while longer.

But it doesn't matter now, because Tatus has brought Pecheneg's elite, and behind the chiefs are warriors from various tribes.

Although some people chose to back down because of the collapse of the brigade, there are enough people left, and these people still follow it. It seems that it is this time anyway, so it is better to fight. Such a team is enough to crush those Ross people of!
"Aha, finally some opponents worth fighting."

Rostislav, who chopped off the head of the herdsman in front of him and stained himself with blood, looked at the menacing Pecheneg elite with joy on his face.

Behind Rostislav, his captain was beheading a herdsman who was trying to sneak up on him, while Jan and Meshko were teaming up to fight among the enemy groups. Facing such a fight, both of them were at home. After all, the combat power of the Pechenegs is really weak.

These Pechenegs were so weak that he was a little disgusted, and now he needed some strong enemies to adjust his mood.

Rostislav made a gesture to the second uncle who was fighting on the other side, and the second uncle also understood, and the two of them shouted with their loud voices trained on the battlefield, ordering the scattered troops to gather.

There is going to be a fierce riding battle next, so you have to put on a good posture.

Under the roar of the two, the cavalry gathered around the leader, and after a simple rectification, the two led the team to attack, and the Pechenegs were approaching!And full of will to die.

The Pechenegs understand that if they can't get rid of these Russians, then they are really fighting in vain today, and everything has been made into a wedding dress.

The arrows were constantly exchanged in the air, and under the arrows there were screams one after another, and then countless gold and iron horses began to collide, and the sound of people turning their backs and fighting sounded at the same time.

Perhaps it was God's favor that Rostislav directly collided with Tatus, but Tatus's fighting power was far less powerful than his ambition.

Before his machete fell on Rostislav, he was stabbed through the throat by Rostislav.

Blood was constantly gushing out, Tatus weakly raised his hand, trying to cover the blood, but how could he be able to cover it.

He felt a little illusory, obviously he had so many dreams, why did he die like this, but death is death, this is an iron fact.

This ambitious Pecheneg died like this, and when he died, Rostislav didn't know his identity at all, he just died as an ordinary steppe nobleman.

Then he flicked his gun, and the corpse fell, and the Prince of Moscow drew his spear.

Then the prince rushed to other places to fight, and the Pechenegs soon began to be defeated. Rostislav didn't know who he killed, but the Pechenegs saw who he killed, and the commander died Do they have any will to fight?You can't run away in a hurry.

At this moment, whether it was Tatus' confidants or the invited tribe, they all collapsed. Tatus' death was only a part, and more importantly, they found that the fighting power of the Ross people was much stronger than expected.

The Pechenegs disappeared very quickly. After all, the leaders who led them were dead, so amidst the noise, accompanied by countless torches, the attackers left as quickly as they arrived.

The Russians did not pursue either. Rostislav thought it was too dangerous to pursue the enemy in the dark, and his second uncle also agreed with this point of view.

The two generals who commanded the cavalry both made such a decision, and naturally the infantry commanded by the uncle and the third uncle would not pursue them.

The Ross people did not lower their vigilance because of the enemy's retreat. They kept fighting until the sun rose again, and sent a large number of cavalry to confirm that the enemy had retreated.

The Pechenegs left a field of corpses, the corpses of men and horses piled together like this, and the smell of rust rushed straight into everyone's nose.

It's a pity that the loot that can be collected is too little, and those who died were poor and white nomads. As for the few nobles with armor, their armor was basically trampled to pieces by the busy crowd after death.

But even so, there are still many soldiers digging around in the pile of corpses, and they can always pick up good things if they want to.

There are also many military servants who cut off the meat from the horses under the order, and these things can be used as grassland horse meat.

Although that thing is very smelly, it is unknown when the supplies will not be found, so the collection of supplies must start as soon as possible.

At the same time, there are people who specialize in concentrating projectiles such as arrows and spears on the battlefield. These things are also very precious and must be collected carefully. The quality is so good that it may even be put into the quiver of a prince. Good projectiles are not cheap.

While the soldiers were busy, the merchants were collecting the corpses and inspecting the loss of the goods. Many of them ran around before, causing them the biggest loss in this attack, and even part of the goods were set on fire.

Although it is a small part, it still makes them feel heartbroken. People like businessmen are like this, and every loss can make them feel heartbroken.

The leaders of the Ross army were waiting. Of course, they didn't have to rummage through the pile of corpses like ordinary sergeants, or pull out arrows from the baffle, they just had to wait.

"Damn it, I remember this bastard still called me a brother and brother, and promised to be a friend of the Rus forever. It will be fine through Wallachia, but this bastard full of friendship came to attack us last night."

The uncle kicked the body of the guarded Chief Pecheneg in front of him, and directly kicked the man's eyeballs into his skull.

But Izyaslav still couldn't let go of his hatred, and continued to kick a few times until the corpse's face was covered with blood and flesh.

"Fortunately, the Pechenegs are much weaker than our ancestors. It seems that they have lived a comfortable life during this time. No wonder they were driven here by the Polotsk people."

The third uncle looked at the armor of the nomadic chiefs. Even if the armor was intact, it was not a very good thing. The rust spots on it were clearly visible, which showed the embarrassment of these Pechenegs.

"Except for those merchants running around, we didn't die a few people this time, but the consumption of arrows and armor is very serious. Many people's chain mail needs to be re-woven, and the armor of the armored scales also needs to be replaced. God, I've got some war horses off my men, and I'm going to have to get someone to make a list."

The second uncle's face was ugly. The consumption of supplies was really a headache. This was the first time he encountered such a large consumption.

However, such a huge consumption is inevitable. After all, what the Ross people don't know is that the number of Pechenegs who attacked them reached [-], so many projectiles came like a mountain, and so many people were shot into a sieve.

And it made it even worse for Izyaslav, who was notoriously stingy - generous to his family, of course - to face such a situation.

"It was a Pyrrhic victory indeed—although we didn't have many dead—but the loss of these supplies is very disturbing."

The third uncle's face is also quite gray, which is really hard to accept.

Of course, their obsessions appear to losers and even many winners to be really full.

But who is to say that such a result has been achieved? After rejoicing that the elite has not lost, it is complaining about the loss of equipment.

The casualties of the Ross people were only in the hundreds, and most of them were caused by those running around businessmen.

Moreover, the injuries of the injured are generally not serious, because the wounds caused by the arrows are actually easy to treat.

As for the wounds caused in close combat, the injured basically have armor, which is enough to help them block most of the damage.

"I think we should attack the Pecheneg tribe. This matter can't be left alone. Looting their cattle, sheep, and goods can also make up for the loss. You uncles have seen the Pecheneg people's victory and weakness, and they are fighting with each other. If you don't obey orders, your strength will be dispersed and the weak will be defeated."

Seeing this, Rostislav immediately put forward his suggestion. His face was burning with fighting spirit. The fierce battle last night showed him the weak nature of the Pechenegs. If he didn't take advantage of this, he would be ashamed of his identity.

The prince of Moscow still remembered how his subordinates defeated the Pechenegs like cutting melons and vegetables. The elite combat forces in this group were all so weak, let alone others.

And they were still in disarray, and Rostislav still clearly remembered seeing how the Pechenegs had conflicts and how they went their separate ways from a distance.

"I agree with Rostislav's proposal."

The second uncle agreed. He and Rostislav had experienced the fighting power of the Pechenegs.

"I think about the time. The Bella guy said last time that he was going to summon the Hungarian national representatives... Well, we still have a lot of time, so let's kill these bastards to get blood back and forth."

As soon as Izyaslav gritted his teeth, this must be paid back. Damn, did the Pecheneg bastards think that it was over if they ran away?No way.

"That's good, let's reproduce the story in "The Expedition". We will definitely achieve more brilliant achievements than the Greeks."

Vsevolod continued to cite the allusion, this time using the example of "The Expedition", which Rostislav had read, and it was written that a group of Greek mercenaries crossed the Persian Empire after the death of their Persian employer. The story of breaking through layers of obstacles to return to Greece.

In this way, the princes of Ross present unanimously approved the crusade against the Pechenegs. Those Pechenegs who thought they had escaped had not realized that a sweep of them was coming.

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"Ha, I remember this face. He once had a drink with me, but he died like this unexpectedly."

Yang stepped on the dead man under him, then lifted the veil of locks, and made a disdainful evaluation after seeing the face clearly.

The cause of this man's death was also very simple. A spear pierced his heart and stared the Pecheneg nomad to death on the ground. Blood flowed on the ground, almost like a river.

"Yang, don't touch those corpses, you still need to count the belongings here."

Rostislav said to his old friend angrily. He was holding a piece of birch bark in his hand, which was now covered with words, and he was still scratching.

In front of the prince of Moscow, all kinds of messy belongings were piled up, including all kinds of expensive clothes, gold, silver and accessories, and there were constant attendants who piled up things here.

"Rostislav, why do you want to count yourself, can't you let someone else do it?"

While talking, Yang walked up to the prince of Moscow, took the birch bark from his hand, and began to record.

"It's just to find something to do, to kill time, and I don't worry about letting those soldiers do it, they are too careless."

Rostislav didn't like messing up the accounts, so he and Jan came here to record the spoils themselves.

Of course, it's not that his subordinates don't have documents for keeping accounts, but because they all go to more important things - those herds of cattle and sheep, and the "little things" such as trophies can only be recorded by the prince himself.

If we look from the sky, we will find that Rostislav is in a Pecheneg camp.

However, the camp is now on fire, and the yurts of the large army have been ignited, and puffs of black smoke continue to rise into the sky.

The camp was full of corpses, all of which belonged to the Pechenegs. Ross' soldiers had already occupied it, and their most expensive property, livestock, had been driven and counted by the Ross.

After handing over the job to Jan, Rostislav looked over to the camp he had captured, admiring his spoils, the third Pecheneg camp he had taken this week.

Like the previous two camps, the Pechenegs did not respond to the lightning attack of the Rus, and did not organize any effective defenses. The Rus cavalry easily rushed through their fence and entered the fence. Butchery inside.

Faced with this sudden attack, the Pecheneg men either resisted recklessly, or ran away with their war horses, and the Ross people easily controlled this place.

Meshko suppressed a group of crying women and children and came from the prince. The women were all stripped of their shirts to confirm their identities. Its implicated, temporarily unable to move forward.

But Sergeant Ross, who was escorting him, just whipped his whip continuously, beating the old man to pieces. The old man kept wailing in pain, but he couldn't stand up no matter what.

In order to prevent the team from being delayed, Sergeant Naros directly untied the old man from the team, and then killed a rare old man in this nomadic tribe with a clean knife.

Seeing that the old man was killed, other Pechenegs cried. The relationship between their tribes is very close. They are naturally sad when they see the death of their close ones, and they are still in such a painful situation. more violent.

It's just that what they got for their sorrow was a whipping, and as the whips continued to fall, the team moved forward amidst screams and crying.

Rostislav watched all this with a blank face. Before this scene could touch his heart and make him subconsciously disgusted, but now Rostislav looked at all this completely indifferent.

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Over the past month, Wallachia has been full of fights, and the reason is very simple, the revenge army of the Rus is active here.

The princes of Ross carried out crusades against the Pecheneg tribes one by one according to the plan. Those tribes never thought that the Ross people would launch an attack to retaliate against them. They were completely unprepared for all this, which has never been seen in this land example.

After a while of easy fighting, the Ross people acquired a large number of slaves and livestock, and the spoils of war were innumerable.

Naturally, these things must be exchanged for gold, silver and materials, and they do have a place to exchange them, which is the territory of the Eastern Empire on the other side of the Danube.

The Eastern Empire was extremely vigilant against the barbarian army, but the Empire welcomed merchants who came to trade. Whether it was livestock or slaves, the Empire had a very strong demand for them.

In this way, the Russians kept coming in a large number of slaves and livestock, and sold them cheaply on the other side of the Danube, earning a lot of gold and silver, and their sales also kept the prices of slaves and livestock on the border falling.

Seeing that the Ross people's sweeping business was so smooth, people continued to join their ranks, such as the local Wallachians and the Bulgarians in the territory of the Eastern Empire.

The Ross people are also very happy to accept these people. There are so many knives, and there are so many spoils, which is completely enough.

The Pechenegs only seemed extremely panicked in the face of these retaliatory looting. After all, the people who were most likely to integrate them among them were killed. , There is a long-standing hatred among the various tribes.

The attitude of the Wallachians towards the Rus people has also changed. They are willing to help the Rus people and even send out guides, which they did not dare to do before, and the local lords even started to contact the Rus people.

The local priests were even more enthusiastic. After all, the Russians were fighting against the nomads who oppressed the Orthodox Christians. With the fighting of the Russians, even some stubborn pagan Wallachians began to waver against Christianity, because the priests took the Russian Men called it the army of God who came to save them.

However, the Ross people didn't promise them anything. Everyone remembered the mission and goal, and they didn't want to accomplish anything here. They were going to Hungary for a meeting.

Under the killing of the Rus, many Pecheneg tribes even began to migrate, migrating to the grasslands to avoid the vengeful Rus.

These looting and massacres made the Ross people a lot of money, and they even purchased more supplies from the Eastern Empire.

And the Eastern Empire was also happy to sell finished products to the barbarians. These things were nothing to the empire, and the local general even gave each prince a gift.

If giving gifts can get rid of the troubles of war, then the Eastern Empire is happy to solve these things by giving gifts.

What's more, the empire has been suffering from Pecheneg raids over the years. Although there were only small-scale invasions after the invasion in 1048, although these small-scale attacks did not hurt much, they were very annoying.

Now that there are other barbarian reasons to help fight against these grassland barbarians, it is naturally the best.

On the one hand, this can show the generosity of the empire to the barbarians, but on the other hand, it can't match the expenses required to start a war. This little gift money is really a lot of money, especially the Nine Bulls and One China.

The Ross people who had made enough money also stopped their crusade. They knew that the nomads in this land could not be killed, and it became more and more difficult to find them as time went on.

What's more, their main target is Hungary. Now that they have done almost the same in revenge and money-making, they should also go to Hungary.

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