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"This battle ended so suddenly."

Sitting on Vasily's hastily unfurled maza, Rostislav said while looking at the devastated battlefield.

Domhnall chatted with Yegor on the side, mainly boasting about their respective achievements. This time they got a lot of heads, and there were even a few Polotsk nobles among them.

The relationship between them is very close, which is not surprising when it is related to the close cooperation between the closest personal soldiers and the standing army.

The prince of Moscow thought that the battle would have to last for a few more hours, but now it ended suddenly.

However, it is good that the battle ends at this time, and this time is exactly the moment when the sun has finished piercing the darkness and brought light to the world in an all-round way.

In the eyes of the prince of Moscow, this scene is so poetic and picturesque. When the bloody fight is over, the darkness is completely driven out, and light is ushered in again on the earth.

It is also because of this that his idea of ​​learning art became more determined. He must describe this scene and leave it to future generations.

Corpse Raiders are active on the battlefield, and there are always such vultures in the aftermath of battle, stripping the dead of all usable things.

But most of them were soldiers sitting or lying on the battlefield. The fierce battle was finally over, and everyone was very tired. Many people only felt that their legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

The ambulance team is active on the battlefield. They judge the wounded on the battlefield. Those who can be saved will be moved away, and those who cannot be saved will be happy.

As for the enemy's wounded, regardless of their severity, they are equally sealed with a sword. The coalition forces have no resources for these people. In this era, even their own wounded are difficult to survive. The plaster provided by the doctor will see if it can survive.

The princes have professional doctors, but their reliability is limited due to the times. Rostislav has some reliable doctors. They have received medical education from Persia and are very good at surgery, but it is a pity that the princes of Moscow There are only ten people under him.

Our own people are short of medical care, let alone the enemy, so it is better to simply kill them.

Groups of captives were escorted to the other side and driven into the temporary captive pen. No one made things difficult for these people, because these people could be sold as slaves in the future, or used as labor force on the territory. But it's worthless.

The elites of the princes are still vigilant, wary of possible counterattacks from Minsk, but in Rostislav’s view, this is really unnecessary. It’s so troublesome. How could it be possible for Vseslav to leave so many people behind? Assault again.

The prince of Moscow simply glanced at the battlefield. There are quite a few corpses on the battlefield. As far as he is concerned, the corpses on the battlefield are probably close to [-]. Ross has not fought such a fierce battle for a long time. I believe that after a long time For a while, poets will sing about the fierce battle.

The gates of Minsk were filled with corpses, and among the corpses were densely packed arrows. These were the broken soldiers who failed to escape into the city. They were blocked under the gates for a long time, and then died. Under the constant arrows dropped by the Black Hats. …

Rostislav saw a group of soldiers rushing towards the city break up under the blow of Minsk's arrow rain. It seems that Minsk's city defense is still very organized. influences.

The uncles were not far from Rostislav, and they seemed to be arguing about something, as far as he could hear, about the siege of Minsk.

Rostislav was not interested after listening for a while, so let the uncles worry about it.

The bodies of the three uncles all had a lot of blood and slash marks. It seemed that these three uncles had personally fought on the front line. This was what a prince of Rurik should look like.

"Vseslav is completely finished. I don't think we can stay in this city for long. The only choice before the prince of witchcraft is to surrender."

Veshata came out from nowhere and rode his horse to stand beside Rostislav.

"Ah, Uncle Veshata, how does it feel to be back in battle?"

The prince of Moscow did not continue this topic, but asked about Veshata's feelings in the battle. In response, Veshata's face became a little ugly, and he subconsciously shook his head.

"The Smolensk militia lost a lot this time. I don't know how to explain to the citizens when I go back. Vseslav's assault today was indeed very successful. If he was lucky, he might really be able to defeat us."

"Yes, the prince of witchcraft is indeed not an easy person."

Rostislav also said with emotion that their losses in this battle were not small. With him alone, the Novgorod militia suffered heavy losses.

Wait, no, there's an uncle who doesn't.

"Ha, it is estimated that my second uncle did not suffer much losses this time. His cavalry swept the battlefield in the final stage of the battle."

There was dissatisfaction in the words of the prince of Moscow. After all, he was originally in charge of the Rostislav people who were fighting on the front line. Chernihiv's troops avoided fierce battles and even harvested a wave of enemy troops.

"Don't say anything about this kind of thing. After all, if you can't produce any evidence, it can't prove anything, you understand? But don't worry, child, and I don't think Yin Jiaslav will let it go like this."

Veshata understood what Rostislav was talking about, but he didn't suggest that the Muscovite princes go to the trouble, because it would be of no benefit, and their grand duke would definitely pursue the matter.

"Go back to the camp when you've finished watching. There will definitely be a banquet tonight. Then relax and relax. I'm going back first. I have to go and see my boys. Many of their fellow countrymen fell on the battlefield this time. , I'm a little depressed now, I have to get rid of this old face and comfort him."

Veshata waved to Rostislav, then turned his horse's head and headed towards the camp. Rostislav only looked at Minsk for a while, and then followed his footsteps. It's better to go back and rest for tonight's banquet.

On the way back to the camp, Rostislav saw that the indispensable "bazaar" after the war had been set up, and it happened to be set up on the only way back to the camp, and there were quite a lot of people inside. …

Now the market is extremely lively. After all, the battle has been over for several hours. The corpse looters have already harvested, and a large number of soldiers are selling their trophies inside.

As a matter of course, what they sell is the "trash" that they don't like, and the good things that can save their lives on the battlefield must be kept, and the rest will be exchanged for silver coins and hryvnia (silver ingots), so that they can be wasted on spirits and woman's belly.

This is also a good opportunity to pick up leaks. If you look carefully, you can still find good guys from those junk.

Many merchants accompanying the army came here for this reason. Soldiers can't tell good things, but they can, and this allows them to make a difference.

The prince's entourage opened the way for the master and pushed the bustling crowd aside. The soldiers here were naturally dissatisfied with this, but when they saw that it was a Rurik prince's team passing by, they all took it away. The words on the lips were swallowed.

Originally, Rostislav could have bypassed it directly, and his entourage also insisted on this direction, but the prince of Moscow wanted to see this ancient flea market, so he drove the team in.

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Vasily didn't want to see such a mixed place, where there were all desperadoes, it would be bad if someone assassinated the prince.

But the prince's will is very firm, and he can only follow behind.

Along the way, Rostislav saw broken breastplates, blood-stained mail, dented helmets, and long swords with gaps; he also saw sellers of various rings and amber ornaments. After all, Polotsk also At the trade node, it was not surprising that there were such things, but he didn't need them; and clothing: leather boots, fur capes, blood-stained clothing with big holes in them.

There are allied forces and Polotsk people here, whether they are friends or enemies, the corpse raiders take all and leave nothing behind.

Rostislav walked all the way, but he didn't see what he wanted. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and at the same time, he felt a little ridiculous to himself. He has reached his level, so why should he expect to find anything in this level of market? baby.

Shaking his head, the prince returned to his tent, took off his clothes and lay down on the camp bed, and then fell asleep in a short time, until someone called him up to attend the banquet.

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