king of ros

Vladimir Vsevolodovich led the Pereyaslav army along the Dnieper River. Prince Pereyaslav, who is more known as Monomakh, was not in a good mood, and he was always frowning of.

Perhaps due to the influence of his mood, Monomacher felt that the trees he saw along the way were listless, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Only the Dnieper River can make Monomakh feel a little relieved. Whenever he sees this majestic river that can be called the lifeblood of Ross, Monomakh's mood will be involuntarily cheered up.

It's a pity that as soon as his eyes shifted, his mood immediately turned bad again. Thinking of Ross and these things made him upset, terribly annoying.

Monomakh did not want to fight this war, he did not want to participate in the civil war of the descendants of Yaroslav.

But since his father has surrendered to Kyiv, he must participate in the war. This is his obligation, and if his father participates in the war, he, as his father's eldest son, must also participate in this damn war.

There are 500 people under the command of Prince Pereyaslav, all of whom are elite border residents and loyal nomads of Pereyaslav. They have followed Monomakh for a long time. They are not as frustrated as their masters. Make contributions.

Soon, the team carrying the Rurik flag came to an area suitable for ambush. The land on both sides of the dirt road was slightly raised, and there were dense forests on it.

Monomacher didn't relax his vigilance. He ordered the troops to be vigilant. This kind of place is too suitable for setting up an ambush, and now they have entered the war zone. As the Grand Duke's messenger told them, some harassment troops from the Northern Army have already lurked here. Walking here is likely to be attacked.

But just because he was afraid of something, just as Monomakh was crossing the curve surrounded by his own soldiers, there was a roar all around him. The prince raised his eyes and saw figures wrapped in furs and leaves rushing down from the forest.

Some other ambushers also appeared and threw javelins at them, and all kinds of dangerous projectiles were in front of Monomacher all of a sudden, flying towards them with momentum.

The prince swung his sword and knocked down a javelin. The force on the javelin was so strong that it made his hands hurt a little. If he got hit, he would be completely finished.

The shield of the personal soldier blocked other miscellaneous throwing objects, but this was the treatment only he, the commander of the army, had.

Countless sharp weapons fell down and scattered among the team, causing howls and screams.

Monomacher saw that a nomadic warrior in the team was shot in the thigh without armor protection. The warrior screamed and the horse under him was stabbed by the arrow again. thrown out.

Without any hesitation, Monomacher led his men to meet the ambushed enemy, and fought together. Under the sun, there was a shadow of swords and swords, and the sound of ancient horns sounded in the forest.

The forests on both sides are densely packed with enemies. People rushed down with axes and spears one after another. Even on the road ahead, ambushers jumped out from the side of the road. Their bodies were covered with camouflage vegetation, shouting One side rushed towards them.

A man dressed as a tribeman reached out to grab Monomahe's reins, trying to make Monomahe lose his tension on the horse, but was hit by the prince's sword hilt in the face, his bones were broken and blood flowed, and he fell headfirst. Then he drove the horses and trampled on them.

Two ambushers with spears rushed up immediately. It seemed that they cooperated with the rein snatcher, but it was a pity that the snatcher was dealt with directly.

Monomacher tugged at the reins, deftly avoiding the spear and stabbing the longsword at the same time.The light of the knife sank into the breast ribs of one of the bearded beards, and bright red blood spurted out.

Monomakh heard the battle howls of the nomads under his command. These guys always liked to make such sharp noises on the battlefield, but the ambushers seemed to respond with a burst of howling, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Damn savage, what are you doing?"

Monomacher, who was a little annoyed by this series of voices of ghosts and monsters, muttered subconsciously. Although he said that he brought a lot of these people, Monomacher still didn't like this kind of progress.

However, although he was cursing, the movement of his hands did not stop. The prince blocked another spear that was stabbed, and then the long sword pierced the opponent's arm, and then cut to the head.

The sound of swords, screams and shouts came and went, forming a symphony called fighting.

From the corner of his eye during the battle, Monomacher found that the entire team was in a fight. The number of enemies was beyond his imagination, and they were still pouring out of the forest. It seemed that these ambushers were going to kill him.

A warrior among his enemies stood before Monomakh, a man in chain mail, with a helmet of good quality from Moscow, and a chain veil covering his whole face, with a long Danish ax in his hand, St. George the butcher. The dragon logo is clearly visible in sunlight.

The prince's soldiers tried to block the man, but he killed them with his axe. The neck guard that was supposed to protect the neck was so fragile in front of the ax blade, as if the head was easily flying.

Monomacher paid more attention, this person was by no means simple, that person did not hesitate, and the ax directly slashed at Monomacher.

With a loud "Dang", Monomakh was hit on the side of his shield, the force was greater than he expected, the prince fell to the ground, and the man kicked him with iron boots, which made him feel It was very painful, the prince struggled to turn over and stood up, instinctively pulled the shield in front of him to cover his body.

The second blow hit the oak shield, and the shock made Monomacher almost out of breath. Damn, this man is simply a beast, how could he meet such a monster with such huge force in this place.

This guy let out a laugh that made Monomakh a little timid. There was no reason, and Monomakh subconsciously knew that if he didn't do anything else, he would go back to heaven with the next blow.

Monomakh was still young, and he didn't want to meet God so early, so his right hand anxiously groped for his sword in the blood-mixed land. Suddenly, his fingers touched the hilt wrapped with thread.

The shield was hit again, and he could feel that the shield would be rotten if it was hit again, and it couldn't protect him at all, but Monomacher had found the weapon
Prince Pereyaslav suddenly jumped up from the ground, raised his long sword and rushed forward, the tip brushed off the helmet, and pierced the man's eye socket.

Although the penetration was not deep enough to kill this guy, it also made the other party gasp in pain, and made this guy howl continuously because he lost his eyes.

Monomakh punched the man in the stomach, causing him to bend down in pain, and then cut his neck with a sword, and the broken chains gushed out with blood. It seemed that his neck guard was not damaged. His helmet is so good quality.

The monster-like figure crashed down, and Prince Pereyaslav finally breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the battle must not be taken lightly at any time.

Only then was Monomakh able to focus his sights on the battlefield, and then he saw that the ambushers were routing, leaving behind the bodies of their comrades and fleeing into the forest.

The reason for their rout is simple. The Russian cavalry is pouring into their battle ranks, wantonly killing these enemy troops. Monomakh knows those cavalry. They are the armored cavalry of Prince Chernigov. They are also fully armored. Like a steel golem.

The armored cavalry slashed wantonly among the fur-covered ambushers. They seemed to be slaughtering the ambushers. The ambushers didn't show any sense of resistance, and they just fled to the forest in a hurry. Obviously, they had tasted it many times. The fighting power of these iron cavalry knows that it is impossible to win the battle.

But these cavalrymen obviously didn't have the idea of ​​pursuing. Their pursuit went as far as the edge of the forest. It seemed that they were quite afraid of the forest.

The enemy's corpses fell on the battlefield in all directions, and the victorious Pereyaslavs cheered among them drenched in blood.

Monomakh did not join them, instead he ordered the soldiers to assemble immediately, clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and then prepare to move on.

"Look who this is, how our Monomacher has made himself so miserable."

The iron cavalry with a gorgeous feather on the helmet ran towards Monomacher, the voice was still so frivolous, Monomacher looked at the blood and dust on his body, and his face was not angry.

"Enough, Oleg, are you here to laugh at me? And how do you do your security work? I was attacked so close to the barracks."

"Hey, that's how the war zone is. You have to get used to it, Prince Pereyaslav, but it's really unlucky that you need to attack with such a large team. It seems that several northern army teams in the vicinity have united. There is our cousin's team that uses the Chude barbarians. Well, don't be angry, quickly pick up those corpses and throw them into the forest, but don't go too far, the wild wolves will deal with these corpses."

Oleg still looked cynical, and his disregard for human life made Monomakh feel a little angry. He still ordered his subordinates to bury the bodies of his own people before leaving.

This time they lost about [-] people, and the enemy dropped [-] corpses, all of which were thrown into the forest to feed the wolves.

Oleg just continued to watch Monomakh's men work with a playful smile, and when he saw Pereyaslav digging a hole, he still said, "Don't forget, wolves will dig it out, it's a waste of time. "

But he only got Monomakh's stare. Seeing this, Oleg immediately shut up and stopped making fun of him.

Under the escort of the Chernigov iron cavalry, the next journey was indeed very stable. There were also many armed men on the way to enlist. It seemed that they were very close to the camp of the Southern Army.

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