king of ros

The princes and nobles of the coalition army spent a very happy night. As the winners, they can naturally be so relaxed.

But for losers, it's not so leisurely.

Echoing the joy outside the city, Minsk was full of wailing, and the flag of Polotsk seemed to be infected by this scene, drooping listlessly on the flag.

Minsk was originally the most vital city in the Principality of Polotsk. It continued to develop as an emerging center of the Principality. Its future was bright and brilliant, but after this battle, things were bound to change drastically.

Many women and children are lamenting. As residents of Minsk, their children followed the prince out of the city to fight, but in the end, no one came back, and they were basically folded outside the city. It is not known whether they turned into a corpse or became a prisoner.

And more soldiers were sitting on the side of the road as if they had lost their spirits. Many of them had no weapons in their hands, and their stomachs looked extremely messy, but no one scolded them.

Because too many people died, everyone lost their comrades-in-arms, friends, relatives, and even the lord, and the city gate was closed to block too many people outside. After hearing the screams and wailing outside the door, everyone couldn't help more sad.

The atmosphere in the whole city was so low, and what Vseslav could do was to open the warehouse and let the soldiers freely take the food and wine inside to soothe their hearts.

This is the only benefit brought about by the defeat. There are fewer mouths to eat in the city, so the remaining people can naturally enjoy more food, but no one is happy about it.

As for Vseslav himself, the prince of witchcraft could only lament in the fortress of Minsk, and after lamenting, he had to put up his expression immediately and lead the people to fight.

Right now, he has less than [-] troops, and the composition is still mixed. The only thing to be thankful for is that there are still a lot of personal soldiers and Polotsk militiamen. .

Outside the city, the Yaroslavitches quickly set up a siege camp full of trebuchets and ballistas, and began to throw stone bombs at the city non-stop.

At the beginning, the trebuchets in Minsk were still actively counterattacking the attacks outside the city, but there were obviously siege experts outside. It quickly judged the location of the trebuchets, and then continued to project there. Destroyed the trebuchets in the city.

As a result, the daily life in the city has become a situation where stone bombs may hit at any time, and there are three projected orgasms every day. At that time, everyone has to find a place to hide, otherwise they may be smashed into blood and flesh of.

The morale in Minsk is getting lower and lower. There is no reason why the morale is high even after being attacked unilaterally, and they can't even repair the city wall after it is broken, because the outside of the city will specifically attack the repairers. Piles of flesh and blood.

Everyone knows that no matter what Vseslav does, he will not be able to hold on to the city, and some people are even ready to surrender.

All kinds of rumors are constantly circulating in the city. The principality of Polotsk has been occupied by Yaroslavich, the hometown has been burned, and the family members have become hostages of the coalition forces. In short, morale is getting lower and lower. …

That is to say, under such circumstances, the Yaroslavichs felt that the heat was almost ready, so they sent envoys to Minsk to persuade them to surrender.

So, while the coalition forces were leisurely spending their siege time in the camp, an important meeting was held in Minsk, which was being bombarded by countless stone bombs.

In the hall of Minsk, important personnel of the Principality of Polotsk are gathering together to discuss the next situation—to be precise, discuss whether they should surrender next.

This hall was built by the Principality of Polotsk to demonstrate its authority. The materials are all white stone imported from afar. As for the interior, it is even more magnificent and can always shock visitors, but now, no one cares about these things.

On the contrary, at this moment, all this makes people look upset.

Constantly hitting the boulders in the city can't stop the lords from arguing. Every lord seizes every opportunity to speak, shouts and yells with all his strength, and speaks out his ideas with the loudest voice, as if whose volume can overwhelm Of all the companions, whose opinion is the most reasonable.

When they spoke, they didn't consider humility and politeness at all, and the whole meeting was full of quarrels, and even blushed and neck thick.

This is not a quarrel, but a release of the depression that has been accumulated since being besieged during this period of time. At the same time, the most important thing is to cover up the fear. Only those bluffs when facing their companions can cover up the uneasiness in their bones .

"My lords, please be quiet."

Sitting on the ancient oak chair of the ruler of Polotsk, Prince of Witchcraft Vseslav put his left hand on the armrest of the chair, and stroked his forehead with his right hand in distress, quite helpless with everything in front of him.

He was ignored at all, and a few people glanced at him, gave the prince an apologetic look, and continued to participate in the argument.

This chaotic meeting annoyed Vseslav very much. The defeat in the city made his prestige plummet, and the veil of mystery in the past was also shattered after people saw the prince fleeing back to the city with his own soldiers, so he couldn't hold back the situation now.

But fortunately in the misfortune, those who were not determined in the team basically did not escape to Minsk. Although the people here may not accept him now, they are all staunch loyalists.

"That's enough, didn't you hear me?"

The prince was a little angry, and slapped the long oak table vigorously, and the soldiers behind him also hit the ground with the bottom of their spears neatly, which made the debate stop for a while.

"My lords, please be quiet, come one by one, you will not help the situation like this, we cannot get any results from such an argument."

As soon as the prince finished speaking, a boulder hit the vicinity of the hall, making a loud noise, and a lot of debris fell from the ceiling, and the scene suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence.

"My lords, let's talk about it now." After a while, Wang Gong broke the awkward silence with a bit of embarrassment on his face, "What... what should we do?"

"What else can I do, what else can I do."

Yin Wa, who was sitting closest to the prince's left hand, said weakly that this is a young man in the North vassal group, only 29 years old this year. …

However, he looked more like a noble from the imperial capital. He was wearing exquisite Greek clothes, and his fingers were full of gorgeous and luxurious rings, which seemed out of place with other Polotsk lords.

This is because he once stayed in Kyiv for a period of time, studying in Yaroslav’s court academy, but in the end he met a Greek and learned a lot of imperial customs from him, which almost killed his father. You were not sent to Kyiv to imitate Greek frivolity.

But because his performance on the battlefield was no less than anyone else, his father didn't say anything in the end.

His father died in the Battle of Minsk before, and was trampled into meat paste by Svyatoslav's iron cavalry, so the young Yinwa inherited his father's position as lord, but he was not happy about it, but seemed Lack of interest.

Normally, he would be happy because of this, but now, this is a hot potato. He really misses when his father is still there, and the reason for thinking about it is very simple. The thinking of life can completely act according to one's own will.

"Yaroslavitch has the upper hand now, and they will definitely wipe us out. Now there is only one battle. But we have no hope in this battle, and everyone knows it."

The young lord's words were full of disappointment, "Perhaps we shouldn't have launched this rebellion from the very beginning, and we still have difficulty fighting against the whole of Rus."

His words aroused a lot of response. The Polotsk lords here all suffered heavy casualties in the war. If it is said that before the war they had all kinds of fantasies about the war, so they were looking forward to it, then they are now frustrated or depressed.

A decadent atmosphere spread in the hall, and at this moment, someone spoke up.

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