king of ros

Chapter 362
"Hey, young man, cheer up, if those masters find you lazy, you will be whipped. Have you forgotten how badly Kavan was beaten yesterday?"

Late at night, on a small platform on the wooden wall of a siege camp near besieged Minsk, a veteran with a bushy beard calls for a recruit.

The veteran wore jacket armor, an iron helmet, and a typical urban militia outfit.

Seeing that the young man who was dozing against the guardrail hadn't responded yet, he hit the young soldier on the head, and then turned his gaze back to Minsk, which looked like a giant beast under the night.

It was already late at night, and apart from the catapults and ballistas, there were only a few soldiers in training or standing guard in the camp. They held torches and looked around for vigilance.

Not far from the siege position is the huge coalition camp. It is quite quiet there now. After all, it is almost dawn, and people who play late at this point will also fall asleep.

"I know, I know, uncle."

The soldier who was beaten rubbed his eyes. This young man with freckles was wearing a cloth hood and dirty cotton armor. He could tell it was passed down from his family. He stood with a spear aside.

"But I'm really sleepy. Yesterday was also our vigil. Those guys bullied us, isn't it because we didn't have bribes? And we don't have the money to bribe. Really, I should stay in the team of the neighbors , instead of coming here after hearing about double pay."

"Ugh."

Hearing the young man's complaints, the veteran just sighed, but it's good for the young people to suffer, so as not to suffer again in the future. This is also part of growing up, and then he comforted,

"Be patient for a while longer. As long as Minsk is breached or surrendered, the war will end soon. We can still make a fortune in this city, and then we can return to our hometown. Think about what you can do by then, Bear with it."

A veteran is a man who has experienced many wars, and words in this regard are still blurted out.

"Hey, I originally thought that joining the army could make a good fortune or have a thrilling adventure, but in the end, besides watching the night and standing guard, I was patrolling. If I knew this, I should have found a way to escape."

The young militiaman continued to complain while leaning against the guardrail, watching the moving fire points on the fortress not far away. These were the torches in the hands of the patrolling sentries in Minsk.

He also saw many figures holding torches busy repairing the attacked city walls in the gaps hit by trebuchets during the day.

The attack during the day did not cause much damage to Minsk, and the people in the city could still repair it, but if the attack continued, it would be hard to say.

"Speaking of which, those catapults are really powerful. Such a big stone can be thrown so far."

"Of course."

Speaking of these trebuchets, the veteran looked a little proud. After all, he had been assigned to protect them since he was enlisted. He was in this army when these equipment were still parts on a pile of carriages.

"Those are the masterpieces of Kyiv's engineering masters, and there are scholars who are responsible for calibrating the heads, ensuring that every stone thrown can destroy the enemy as much as possible."

"And do the Polotsk people also have these things?"

"Ha, those barbarians in the woods? How could the barbarians have such high-level things? You have seen this scene in the west along the way, and if they still have them, why don't they fight back during the day?"

The old soldier's face was full of disdain. How could those Polotsk barbarians have any countermeasures? These guys have been reduced to being with the Polo people, so how could they know these high technologies.

"Hello? Are you listening to me?"

But he never heard an answer, which annoyed the old soldier a little. He looked at the young man and found that he was staring blankly at the sky.

"Huh? What's in the sky?"

The veteran also raised his head, and what caught his eyes was a head full of fireballs, and he, who had always claimed to have seen everything, couldn't help being stunned.

"Enemy attack!"

As soon as the words fell, a large number of fireballs smashed into the siege camp, and the flames bloomed in the tall trebuchets, like a blossoming flame rose. Some trebuchets were directly hit by the fireballs, instantly turning the trebuchets and ballistas into Fragments, some of which burned in multiple instruments, the flames spread like snakes on nearby war instruments, and some fell into those flammable ammunition, which were originally intended to be used tomorrow, and now caused more violent flames .

For a time, the entire siege camp was covered in flames and explosions, and countless precious siege equipment burned in the flames.

Many more fireballs fell on the field, lighting up the wilderness.

And from time to time, there are always a few unlucky ones who are entangled in the flames, and then struggle and roll in pain. Their screams add excitement to this grand performance.

As for those who have not been affected by the flames, they are surprised to see all this. It is the first time they have seen such a scene. This scene makes them dumbfounded, even if it is the Hell in the mouth of the Christian priest.

At this time, Minsk was in full swing, and the sounds of trumpets and trebuchet swinging arms spread throughout the fortress.

Dozens of hidden traction trebuchets are now pushed out from the hiding places, and countless young and strong are operating the trebuchets at the fastest speed under the scolding and whipping of the officers, and there are noisy and walking figures everywhere .

And following their actions, stone bombs flew out and hit the coalition siege camp. In fact, the Polotsk man had already marked the coordinates, and he only needed to adjust the trebuchet according to the records. Just hit where they need to hit.

"We have endured it for so long during the day, and now we must return those things."

A nobleman in traditional Norse noble costume roared in the crowd.

And at the gate of the fortress, groups of heavily armed soldiers are passing through the gate in an orderly manner. This gate was the key target in the daytime attack, so now he looks tattered, each one big and small. Different hideous potholes are printed on it, which is very eye-catching, but the gate tower still stands proudly, like an old soldier who has been baptized by the flames of war.

The flag of Polotsk was flying overhead, and they were lined up neatly outside the city. Vseslav seemed to have taken out all the weapons and equipment in the Minsk arsenal, and every soldier had armor. Heavy is rare.

Even if some people's armor is just tattered cotton armor and God knows how long leather armor, it is very rare in this always impoverished area, after all, those Baltic people don't normally wear armor.

"This is a real fight, Stepan."

The prince of Polotsk, wearing his gorgeous and sturdy armor, said to Stepan beside him, his words were full of emotion, and this moment had finally come.

Stepan was wearing plain but practical equipment. Under the green robe was a solid chain mail, an old-fashioned iron helmet with a nose guard on his head, and a terrible long ax in his hand.

"My lord, isn't our waiting and patience all for the present? Everyone has never planned to seek perfection in the fortress, so it is better to fight to the death like this. If God favors, we can win. If there is no favor, it is nothing, and defeat is nothing Once we die, we gain glory in our valiant battle, and death on the battlefield is more glorious than dying at the hand of the enemy's executioner, don't you think?"

Vseslav's smile shows his attitude. This is exactly the gift he prepared for the coalition forces. If there is no accident, this night will become a bloody night for the coalition forces. The descendants of Yaroslav will be proud of what they have done pay the price.

The densely packed strongholds and fortifications outside Minsk were all set up to mobilize the energy of the coalition forces, and the construction of these strongholds was very, very early.

From the very beginning, Minsk has been the pre-set position of the Principality of Polotsk for the Yaroslavitches. This place is a killing mill, waiting for the Yaroslavitches to bump into it foolishly.

When the Yaroslavitches pulled out these strongholds, thinking that they could break through the city of Minsk immediately, the army in Minsk would give them a "surprise".

Polotsk has prepared a lot for the army built at this moment. If they don't perform well on the battlefield, how can they be worthy of their combat effectiveness.

As the Polotsk army poured out of their castle for a final stand, the coalition forces were also on the move.

Just after the flames of the Polotsk people were launched, Ross' troops reacted, and the sound of a huge horn sounded throughout the camp. The warriors rode their horses and ran in the camp, waking up one battalion after another of the soldiers.

And the personal troops of the princes and princes have completed their formation, which is not difficult for these professional fighters, while other troops are still gathering. The camp of the coalition forces is like a startled steel giant, stretching its body of.

Rostislav immediately jumped out of his armor, then with the help of the personal captain Vasily who rushed in, he put on the armor, fastened his weapon and rushed out.

The bodyguard team has assembled and is waiting for the prince's order. As the bodyguard team, they are also the quickest to respond.

But other places were very busy, and there were hurried figures everywhere. Rostislav saw many guys running around without clothes, as if they were going back to the camp to put on their armor.

Teams of infantry gathered in eager shouts, and the cavalry got on their horses, took their weapons, and entered the fighting state.

Many people had panic on their faces. The Polotsk attack was so sudden that everyone was caught off guard.

And Rostislav was very happy to see that his Red City Army had assembled. As for the citizens, they were also assembled in a messy but orderly manner.

No one expected the battle to come so quickly, it was too sudden for many people.

Rostislav glanced at the sky. There was already a slight light in the sky. This is basically the time when people are most likely to relax. It seems that the Polotsk people really chose a good time to attack.

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(End of this chapter)