king of ros

Chapter 409 Fierce Front

Soon, arrows flew between the two armies from time to time, and some soldiers fell from the arrows, but both sides knew it was just a test.

Rostislav's crossbowmen were the most prominent no matter on the tower or in the army formation. The crossbowmen on the tower harassed the entire southern army's front, causing the southern army to be very distressed.

The crossbowmen dressed like heavy infantry in the army set up their shields while the civilian archers around them were full of envy, and shot at the enemy's army. Those shields painted with the emblem of St. George's dragon slaying made them very conspicuous.

The battle in the monastery entered a fierce stage from the very beginning. A group of well-equipped Polish knights quickly approached the monastery, followed by mounted infantry, and then dismounted and began to climb and attack.

The crossbowmen of the monastery defenders were suppressed by the projected firepower of most of the Southern Army. The defenders felt as if they were in the hell of arrows. Cum deep into it.

The crossbowmen on the high tower were also forced to stop shooting, because the entire high tower had become a sieve, and the few people who shot rashly had already fallen from the tower with arrows all over them.

"Get in! My lads! Think of the glory and the spoils, take this monastery!"

Sichech raised his long sword high, and the war leader's long sword was still dripping with blood. A group of Polish knights screamed in the trenches and killed them, followed by a group of spearmen wearing jacket armor. The spear in his hand protects his master from fighting.

Behind them came a supplementary band of Bohemian mercenaries, who had come from the mines of the land, and had been reinforced for fighting with machetes.

"Moscow Battalion! Fight to the death! Now is the time for us to perform, we must not lose Moscow's face, and our reinforcements have come!"

Yegov, who was standing in the monastery, held a halberd in his hand, and pointed at the head of the Polish knight who climbed up from the gap in front of him. Red, white and mixed immediately scattered on the ground.

"Long live Moscow!"

The Moscow spearmen behind him raised their spears, and the dense thorns made it difficult for Polish knights to advance, and those who rushed to the soldiers of the Moscow battalion with their spears on their heads would be hit on the head by the halberd.

"Guys, let's keep fighting! Beat these guys down!"

Varin stood behind the wall and said to the militiamen who followed him from Northeast Ross, the stragglers who were temporarily incorporated, and the supplementary soldiers obtained from the prince.

The crowd responded to the Walled Lord with cheers. The battles these days have made everyone obey Varin [-]%. Then, Varin, who was fully armed, smashed down the apparently temporary wall in front of him without hesitation.

For the Polish knights outside, the sudden collapse of the wall made them too unexpected, and what was even more unexpected was that a group of heavily armed Northern Army soldiers rushed out from inside, which severely hit their flanks.

But the Poles did not collapse because of this, they still fought tenaciously, the Bohemians rushed up brandishing their machetes, and fought with Varin's men and horses.

The battle at the Abbey was evidently tense, even after Edward's reinforcements arrived.

The two sides fought fiercely in a limited space. The arrows in the sky harvested life from time to time, causing death, and the corpses kept piling up. Then the two sides climbed up the mountain of corpses to fight, and neither of them wanted to show any weakness.

While the battle in the monastery was going on fiercely, the Chinese armies of both sides also began to fight. After the javeliners and crossbowmen had been driven to their respective formations, the northern army took the initiative to stop their advance.

However, Novgorod's movements were a little uncoordinated, so that the entire front line was a little skewed, and Rostislav roared several times, but the entire army finally stopped.

The first row of soldiers squatted down, kite-shaped shields stood on the ground, spears and sword axes stretched forward.The soldiers of the second and third rows stepped forward, forming a dense shield wall along the entire front.

A troop of Polovian cavalry archers flitted in front of the Northern army. They fired at the army at such a close distance. This wave of arrows caused a lot of death. Full of arrows, fell to the ground.

And these riders from the prairie were still nimbly rolling on the horse, lying on the side of the horse from time to time, holding the belly of the horse from time to time, showing off their horseback skills, and successfully made the faces of the soldiers of the Northern Army turn blue with anger.

"Oh, those Polovets did a good job," Sviatoslav called a messenger, "but let them return to their khan quickly, there must not be too few troops."

In fact, there was no need for the Grand Duke of Kyiv to remind them. Those Polovts knew what to do. After releasing the last wave of arrows, they retreated flexibly.

The battle line of the Northern Army also quickly returned to normal, while the soldiers of the Southern Army went up screaming. The soldiers of the Southern Army successfully rushed into the queue of the Northern Army, and metal collided with each other, making a dull sound.

Spears, swords and axes were constantly swung, brushing against shields and armors. Subconsciously, the battle soon turned into a shield-wall fight, with each other coming and going.

Rostislav signaled to the flag bearers beside him, and then the flag around Prince Wen waved, and the ordered Sokal cavalry rushed along the gap to the flanks of the Chernigov militiamen. They happened to be capturing the northern and southern troops here Those few minutes before the engagement, followed by a quick exit.

The impact made the Confederates weak in succession, and the infantry of the Northern Army who seized the opportunity could step forward and beat the Confederates back in embarrassment, gaining some small advantages and boosting the morale of the soldiers.

"My nephew, I really can't suffer at all."

Svyatoslav naturally noticed his nephew's little manipulation and couldn't help laughing, but the arrival of an orderly caused the Grand Duke of Kyiv to immediately divert his attention.

"Lord Sviatoslav, Lord Chukin requested his troops to attack immediately. The casualties caused by the enemy's bows and arrows are increasing. The crossbowmen on the high tower are too influential, and his troops already lack armor, and there are still Ballistas fired at him."

"Tell Chukin to keep him where he is now and not to join the battle. Their task is to hold off the Northern cavalry before the flank battle begins, not to go to the front line immediately! If he dares to disobey my order , I stole his home!"

Svyatoslav's words were very severe, and this was his way of using troops. If there were no severe threats and warnings, how could he ensure the execution of orders.

The messengers sent out before have returned and are gathering around to report the situation to his adjutants, while the skirmishers who have withdrawn from the empty passage between the infantry phalanxes have been summoned again to join the array of projecting firepower among.

Under the attack of their firepower, a group of temporarily formed Ross light cavalry kept falling off their horses, and finally had no choice but to retreat. Originally, they were going to attack the weak part of the Southern Army's staggered formation-of course, this was also Rostislav's little trick.

On the Kyiv militia's flank, Sviatoslav's son David led a large group of unarmored spearmen to separate an assaulting Norse mercenary from the Chernihiv militia's flank.

"My second uncle is really impeccable in using soldiers."

After several small assaults—or micro-manipulations—were resisted, Rostislav couldn't help sighing, this time he really encountered a military expert, and none of his previous enemies could compare with Second Uncle .

While the prince was speaking, a large number of cavalry on both sides also began to confront each other. The Bulgars and Poles raced and shot at each other, while the scattered Russian heavy cavalry clashed passionately. While running around like a mad dog, shooting arrows everywhere.

The cavalry on both sides continued to roam and chase, looking for a suitable impact position, but due to the interception of the other side, they had to adjust, and it became a game of chasing each other for a while.

"Don't worry, Rostislav, the battle is still long, and it's just the beginning."

Veshata said calmly beside the prince, although it was the first time for this prince to experience a battle of this scale, he was so calm and composed.

"Uncle Veshata, you really don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk, but I'm in charge of the overall situation."

Rostislav, who had just struggled out of a pile of military information, responded without curiosity.

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(End of this chapter)