king of ros

Chapter 367
The impact of the elite Polotsk people was not very noticeable at first, because before and after noticing the elite of Polotsk, the Baltic barbarians who had been fighting with the Kyiv militia tactfully moved out of the way.

Some people left directly. The Polo people thought that they had almost finished the fight, and many tribesmen died. They are sorry for the supplies that the Polotsk people gave them, and they will not be able to pick thorns on themselves in the future.

Moreover, the Baltic tribes have a strong fear of these Polotsk elites. Over the years, the Polotsk people have never killed a lot of Balots, and these elites are the sharpest princes of Polotsk. of a sword.

After fighting with these Kyiv militias for so long, those who couldn't please Polo wanted to retreat a long time ago, so let the Polotsk people do the assault themselves.

However, these barbarians did not leave immediately. Instead, they watched from the edge of the battlefield to see if there was a chance to follow the trend of the Polotsk people and fight. After all, if they can make meritorious deeds here, it will be convenient to get the spoils after the battle .

The Kyiv militiamen suddenly felt that the pressure on the front line was relieved, and when they thought that the Polo barbarians could finally stand up and planned to hunt them down, they suddenly found that the elite of the Polotsk people had bumped into them.

The Polotsk soldiers rushed up in a desperate attitude. Those soldiers who were armed with long axes and wrapped in iron armor directly used their axes to chop crazily, and directly smashed the shield.

And if the ax blade gets stuck in the shield, don't worry, just pull out the hand ax on your waist and continue fighting. The battle of these personal soldiers is like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Relying on their thick armor, these personal soldiers slashed in all directions without fear of attack, and the herbs they ate also increased their strength, making the slashing easier.

The Kyiv militiamen, who were still engaged in low-intensity shield-wall fighting just now, couldn't help panicking in the face of this scene. They didn't expect that the fighting intensity would suddenly increase by a whole level.

And those Polotsk people are as terrifying as devils from hell. Their armor is inevitably torn and scratched under attacks from all directions. There are even many people with arrows on their backs, but they are still powerful. Fighting, I can't see any fatigue.

This reminds the Kyiv people of the description of the berserkers passed down orally by their ancestors, and they only saw the berserkers in 1053. At that time, the pagan order almost made Kyiv a mess and almost overturned Rurik in Kyiv. rule.

And after recalling those impressions that became faster and more terrifying under the bath of time, the people of Kyiv couldn't help being scared. Although many people had never seen how those berserkers who took drugs killed people, they had heard the rumors and couldn't help but more fear.

And as they feared, the Kyiv militiamen's feet naturally began to soften and become unstable, and this gave the Polotsk people the opportunity to use these drug-taking soldiers as the spearhead of breakthroughs to keep advancing.

The Kyiv militias retreated one after another, but they were not completely suppressed. There were even brave militiamen who defeated the Minsk militia and cut off the head of their leader, but that was more because of the man named Ivan. The leader rushed too fast, and their offensive was quickly suppressed.

"It seems that the people of Kyiv are nothing more than that, continue to attack, and victory is just around the corner!"

Vseslav, who was on the front line, looked at the performance of the Kyiv militia and said that it is normal for him to be so contemptuous. Now the performance of the Kyiv militia is indeed not good, and they are suppressed and kept retreating.

"Brother, the Polotsk people are here, let's go back quickly."

Seeing the unfavorable battle on the front line, Mstislav next to Yaropolk said to his brother, his words were full of fear, those enemies looked so terrifying, they should retreat.

Although Mstislav is also a man of battle, the Polotsk people came so violently that he couldn't help but feel intimidated.

Mstislav has never been a firm person. This time he went to the battlefield under the persecution of his father and brother. The position of the standard bearer was also forced, otherwise he would not have run away in Novgorod .

"Bastard! Are you still a descendant of Rurik? If you want to go, you can go, but I warn you, if you run away at this time, then father will not let you go, do you want to be sent to a certain place?" Go where the birds don't shit?"

Jaropolk just dropped this sentence lightly, and then called on his own soldiers to follow and stop the rout.

And Mstislav hesitated for a while, and could only lead the horse forward after cursing inwardly, there was no way, if he refunded now, his father would not let him go, if he made a mistake again this time, he would have to go somewhere Be a prince in a corner.

Svyatopolk also led his team into the battle. The three sons knew exactly what to do when they were teenagers, and now the Ijaslavitches are united and fighting for their father.

Unlike his second brother, Svyatopolk is not afraid of battle, and he is even a little relaxed when he enters the battle, because this way he doesn't have to worry about the overall situation, and only needs to focus on the fight in front of him
The arrival of the Grand Duke's son undoubtedly boosted morale, and people cheered for Ijaslavich's entry. As the front of the Kyiv militia also stabilized, the Kyiv militia rushed to the battlefield one after another.

On the contrary, the Polotsk people also noticed the entrance of the Ijaslavitches, and they naturally concentrated their offensive. As long as those Ijaslavitches are eliminated, the enemy will be finished up!

"Come with me! Let me kill Izyaslav's boy!"

Seeing this, Vseslav directly led his personal soldiers to attack. He had to deal with these Ijaslavitches before he could continue the offensive.

On the battlefield, fighting was everywhere. Yaropolk saw people fighting each other with swords, saw blood spilling all over the ground, and saw the dead one after another, but he didn't have any fear, because this is the life of the Rurik family. The battlefield that people should face.

Dodging sideways from the stabbing spear, and then kicking over the reckless spearman, Yaropolk shouted on the battlefield to fight for Kyiv, encouraging the morale of the militiamen.

In front of Yaropolk, the Kyiv militiamen were fighting with the Polotsk people. The gaze of the princes increased the morale of the militiamen and made the shouts of killing more violent.

Yaropolk saw his third brother enter the battle with his own soldiers, and then swept several Polotsk army formations, which changed the situation faced by the Kyiv people a lot, and then stood by his side younger brother Mstislav.

For the third brother, Jaropolk has never been worried, he has always been brave and smart, and only the second brother is most worried, but now he is very happy to see that the second brother is finally standing by his side, Mus Dislav finally overcomes his inner fear and goes to this chaotic battlefield.

The eldest brother couldn't help but be gratified by his brother's performance. For so many years, his brother has always seemed very cowardly. After the Novgorod incident, his reputation became extremely bad, which caused his father to dislike him very much.

Mstislav, on the other hand, had a bitter face, watching the fight in front of him. He really didn't like the battle formation. The fight on the front line before caused him to be stained with blood, and he really hated it.

After this battle, he will definitely change everything, maybe he can become a real Ross warrior, as in the song of the warrior...

Just when Yaropolk was thinking this way, suddenly, a javelin flew from a very tricky angle, and his target was none other than Yaropolk's brother, the standard bearer Mstislav .

Before Mstislav realized what was happening, the javelin went through his head.

This javelin is a refined product, the tip of the spear is sharper and slender, it exists for piercing armor.

The silver helmet failed to block the blow, and the javelin splintered like butter on a hot knife.

And then, Yaropolk saw blood splattered from his brother's head, and the body fell limply on the mud mixed with blood.

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(End of this chapter)