king of ros

"Lord Rostislav, we have defended St. George's Monastery, and the battlefield is now in our favor!"

The envoy reported the situation ahead to the prince of Moscow, and then retreated under the excited waving arms of the prince to listen to other orders.

The morning sun was just above the horizon, bathing the earth in a pale pink, and the coolness of the night had not yet dissipated from the air, and the hot breath of the panting horse was like a cloud of white clouds.

It was still a little cold in the morning, and some soldiers were still rubbing their hands against the cold, but as long as they started fighting, they would heat up, and it didn't affect much.

"Today is really good weather, very suitable for fighting. Svyatoslav has already lost one point, and this point is enough to make up for the gap in our troops. Tell Edward, let him make an assault with all his strength, reach the monastery as soon as possible, and help the monastery garrison."

"Yes! Maharaja!"

Rostislav was wrapped in gorgeous mail, wearing a silver-encrusted helmet, with the emblem of Rurik's trident on his armguards, and he was extremely excited to be the first to conquer the city.

Beside the prince of Moscow, the heavy cavalry trotted forward in a rectangular formation of seven or eight, their spears standing as high as a steel reed, and various flags issued orders on the formation.

The infantry of the northern army spread out on both sides, covering the limit of Rostislav's vision, and then they advanced slowly. The militiamen of the various cities wore iron armor and entered the battlefield with pride under the command of the chiefs of their respective blocks.

Skirmishers with bows and javelins, most of them have no stomach, not everyone is dressed like a Moscow crossbowman like a heavy infantry, running down the hillside from the prince's command team to the front position.

"Are you sure where my uncle is?"

Rostislav asked again, and Domnar, who was accompanying the prince, immediately replied, "I'm sorry, prince, but Svyatoslav has not yet raised his banner, and we cannot determine his location."

"Don't be sorry, my second uncle will show up right away when the war starts, so there's no need to rush."

Rostislav looked at the southern army slowly unfolding in the distance. Although he was proudly boasting of his superiority just now, seeing the majestic formation of the southern army, he still felt a little worried, but this emotion was immediately overwhelmed. What the prince hides, how can the commander-in-chief of the army show no confidence.

Soon, the prince saw the flag of the Bulgars, and the fire-breathing dragons above the heads of the Bulgar guards. This flag made Rostislav have some illusions, and felt that he had returned to the Eastern battlefield instead of fighting in this unprecedented war. on the war.

Rostislav rode his horse into the gray cloaked Bulgar guards and saw Adam observing the enemy's front.

On his side are the Bulgar soldiers advancing in an orderly manner. The Bulgars are in good condition and equipped. As Adam said, he brought all the elite.

The Bulgars were full of fighting spirit, and it seemed that they were looking forward to performing one or two on the foreign battlefield. They also cheered for the banner of the Muscovite princes. Rostislav was looking forward to their performance on the battlefield.

"My lord Rostislav." Adam with a wild wolf engraving on his helmet saluted slightly, "My people are ready to fight, this is simply an excellent battlefield, and we still have the advantage, the victory will definitely belong to us next time of."

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"Master Adam, as long as we all abide by our duties, victory must belong to us."

Rostislav didn't show excitement from Adam's words, but continued to emphasize his responsibility, he couldn't cheer halfway before the battle started.

Then the two nodded to each other, Rostislav rode away and continued to inspect the battlefield and check the situation of the troops.

Rostislav saw that the militiamen of the cities of Rus had reached the plain, and ahead of them downhill, the long front line of pikemen, archers and javeliners of Northeast Rus, led by Polyin.

But the long spear was a super long spear, which made Rostislav frown. Polyin was obsessed with Alexander's works at first, and he had been letting his subordinates practice super long spears in White Lake City, but now let his troops use super long spears. Rostislav was very worried.

But Polyin is a veteran after all, and Rostislav can't say much. He can only count on these troops to perform reliably on the battlefield and stand up to the front line.

Sokal's hussars ran past the infantry to cover the flanks of these second-rate troops, and the nomads cheered Rostislav, making the Muscovite prince laugh.

Rostislav led the generals and nobles on horseback along the front line, and his entourage in heavy armor and fur cloaks protected him in the middle, but Rostislav quickly reached the front of everyone.

As the prince passed by, the soldiers cheered for the heroes of Rus, and Rostislav kept waving to them.

Edward led by the elite of the territory and the Rostov Battalion are advancing towards St. George's Monastery in the center of the battlefield to support the exhausted defenders there.

In the center of the entire front, two large infantry phalanxes are slowly taking shape, and each small phalanx is moving as close as possible under command and orders.

One consisted of Rostislav's militia brought to Moscow under the command of Anwar Faris Nur, an Orthodox Christian from Persia, and the other consisted of Gavrila's Novgorod militia.

These two teams are the most morale and the best equipped in the Northern Army camp. They have obtained the weapons and equipment of the Moscow Guild.

One is the long-fighting division led by Rostislav for many years, and has long wanted to compete with other cities, while the other has been dissatisfied with his title of the second city of Rus for a long time, and longs to teach the bastards in Kyiv a lesson on the battlefield.

Therefore, when the team of the princes of Moscow passed by, they were also the loudest, and they were very fanatical in their support of Rostislav.

As Rostislav passed by, he shouted to the commanders of the two armies, roughly about encouraging fighting and bravery, they responded to the prince, and then returned to the discussion with the militia chiefs of the various districts under his command.

Behind the Ross militiamen holding shields and spears is a mixed mercenary army. They are cannon fodder on the battlefield and a good supplementary force.

There were western knights in exile, wearing square helmets and armored from head to toe in mail.And the tribal warriors chasing the flames of glory, wearing modest cloaks and riding trusty old horses.There were steppe warriors, too, in shiny mail and bright capes, with riding bows in their saddles.

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A group of Novgorod pikemen ran along the avenue and headed for one of the empty lanes left between the infantry phalanxes.

Rostislav climbed to a nearby hill and looked at the huge battlefield and the strength of his soldiers.

On the left side of the infantry led by Anwar, that is, at the far left end of the front line, a Russian cavalry phalanx has taken shape.

They are nobles from Moscow, Novgorod and Smolensk, wearing full body armor, their horses are covered with thick felt horse armor, and they are accompanied by servants who are also fully armed.

This is the Ross heavy cavalry that Rostislav spent many years training. The main body is the walled city owners of Moscow. Now they are looking forward to the performance of these cavalry, and their morale is indeed strong.

As for the right wing, next to Gavrila's Novgorod militia, it was guarded by the Bulgars. There were many light and heavy cavalry in the Bulgar camp, so Rostislav put them in charge of the right wing. He believed that Adam The troops can withstand the war situation.

The Norse troops headed by Harald acted as the general reserve team. They were rearranging their weapons behind Rostislav. It could be seen that they were elites in all battles.

Harald was very dissatisfied with Rostislav's arrangement, but in the end Rostislav made it easy for him to "enter the battlefield later to enjoy the most intense battle".

Svyatoslav, let's see who is stronger.

Rostislav looked at the formation of the southern army and the flags there, his eyes exuded an extremely strong fighting spirit, the tension he used to have disappeared, and he wished to start a war with his second uncle right away.

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