king of ros

Chapter 410 Battle Interlude
Faced with Rostislav's complaints, Veshata just smiled and looked at him with kindness, which made Rostislav a little annoyed.

After finally ordering the doctors to speed up the treatment of the wounded and finished the work at hand, Rostislav looked at Veshata again, "You are really calm, Uncle Veshata."

"What else can I do if I'm not calm, rush up and fight immediately? Rostislav, don't be too nervous, I know this battle is of great significance. I have to go back to his boys, and they will be there soon Now that the battle is over, I doubt that my subordinates will be able to withstand the situation."

Veshata had just seen a group of barbarians rushing towards the Smolensk militia line. These barbarians threw axes as they charged. An ax flew over and deeply cut into the head of a hoplite, and the man fell down with his limbs splayed , died on the spot.

The rest of the barbarians continued to shout the battle cry, with all kinds of weapons in their hands, including axes, knives, spears and javelins. The Smolensk people seemed a little afraid, which made Veshata very unhappy, and more worry.

"Well, you go."

Rostislav sent his Uncle Veshata away with these words, and continued to observe the development of the battlefield.

After Veshatta went to the Smolensk camp, the battle line quickly stabilized. The mayor's gaze injected courage into the hearts of these militiamen, and they bravely fought the enemy in front of them.

Rostislav suppressed his tension and waited calmly. He was waiting for Svyatoslav's actions. His few small offensives had been resolved just now, and now he wanted to see what the southern army could do.

The most intense battle on the battlefield right now is undoubtedly St. George's Monastery, and then there is the main force of the northern and southern armies who are fighting fiercely. Shields collide with shields, weapons collide with weapons, and both sides seize every opportunity to stab their weapons to the opposite side.

Rostislav saw Gavrila yelling at his district magistrates, ordering the militia to fight bravely, and encouraging them to go forward with glory and spoils, and the Novgorodians did indeed show their skills in street politics. It was so brave, charging towards the enemy like a bison.

Anwar's side seemed much more orderly. The Persian Orthodox Christians relied on the smooth order system of the Moscow militia to mobilize troops calmly, and they could even do some local micro-management.

And the southern armies are not easy to fight against. The Kyiv people are very tenacious on the battlefield. Even in the face of the most difficult situation, their formation is like an unwavering rock under the beating of waves.

As for the Chernigov militia, which has been led by the Grand Duke of Kyiv for more than ten years, their discipline and combat effectiveness are very strong. Many of them have undoubtedly reached the level of masters in the use of shields and spears.

As for St. George's Monastery, it is the core of the battle. It is the center and the most intense place of this meat grinder. With the monastery as the center, the two sides are the Chernigov militia against the Moscow militia, and the Kyiv militia against the Nov. Gorod Militia.

Both sides are throwing troops into the meat grinder of the monastery from time to time, but there are also troops that are constantly defeated and then reorganized and thrown into the fight again. This is a place where every inch of land is bloody.

"Lord Rostislav! Look over there!"

Domhnall's voice sounded like thunder, and the startled Rostislav immediately looked in the direction pointed by the personal captain, and then saw an extremely horrific scene.

It was the forest spearmen led by Polei that had a problem. These people were neat and orderly when they first picked up their spears, but soon someone hit the spear shaft on the spear of the person next to them.

So the situation became chaotic, mistakes spread like a plague, the sound of wood and iron colliding one after another, and there were some angry curses inside, but these voices were quickly covered by various exclamations, Because chaos is spreading fast.

The matter turned into a complete disaster, and the spears that were being raised were sidelined and fell one by one like a crooked forest.

Many spearmen of the northern army simply dropped the spears and pulled out the swords and axes at their waists to fight the enemy on the opposite side, but some people were still fighting with the ultra-long spears in their hands, trying to pull them up.

The soldiers of the Southern Army howled when they found the chaos in the spear formation, and rushed forward fiercely. The uneven front caused the nearby Northern Army to retreat for a while.

Although this is only part of a huge battlefield, it cannot indulge in chaotic development.

"Bastard! I warned Polei not to do this, and he insisted on it!"

Rostislav slapped his thigh hard, damn it, why did such a thing happen at this time!
"Master Serikhov, let your troops attack immediately, we must maintain the stability of the front!"

"Just watch, the line will recover soon!"

After hearing the order, old Ivan immediately led the Yaroslavians into the battlefield. The Yaroslavians were very motivated to fight, and this grand battlefield made them extremely restless.

The young people looked eager to go to the battlefield, and Rostislav saw the excitement on the face of old Ivan's grandson Vladimir because he went to battle.

And Rostislav couldn't help curling his lips. He didn't like this look, and he wasn't used to young people going to the battlefield with such joy.

As the troops of the Sherikhov family stepped forward, the battle line finally stabilized. Nothing could restore morale like the continuous influx of reinforcements, and those southern troops who had rushed in were pushed back.

However, they encountered the impact of thousands of Chernihiv militiamen afterwards, but they still held on to the situation firmly. It seems that Sviatoslav also noticed the fighters here, but the hesitation in the delivery of orders made the southern army still miss this possibility. The battlefield pry open points.

But Rostislav was still not happy, and the entire front line showed a slash because of this small mistake, which made the prince of Moscow very unhappy.

And then there was an even worse news, which made Rostislav's face collapse all of a sudden.

"Lord Polei is wounded! His left hand was cut off, and he has now been carried out of the battlefield. Lord Ivan has now taken over his troops."

"This is really intense. It's only been 40 minutes. Even a noble like Polei has been carried down."

"Today is indeed a tough battle, and this honor is not easy to earn."

"Why, are you afraid?"

"How is it possible? I just lamented the battle, if it wasn't for who killed the most enemies in the end!"

The nobles behind the prince murmured, and there was fear in the voices of many people. The fierceness of the battle was beyond their expectations.

Rostislav's heart is getting heavier and heavier. It seems that today will be a very sad day.

And then he got another bad news. His chief engineer, the German Robert, was shot by a crossbow arrow among the siege equipment of both sides.

This made Rostislav sigh, and couldn't help recalling the voice and smile of this Germanic man. Many buildings in Moscow were the product of this man, and he is dead now, which makes Rostislav very regretful.

The operation of the ballista and the trebuchet did not stop because of his death. Robert's adjutant took over the command. This is also his apprentice, and he is also quite prestigious among the engineers, enough to command them to continue fighting.

The relationship between the prince and the prince did not stay with Polei for long, because he had more important things to think about. Svyatoslav has not yet swung his heavy hammer. Although the battle is very intense, it is still in a stalemate However, it is still unknown when the Grand Duke of Kyiv will launch an assault.

Rostislav subconsciously looked to the left and right. The cavalry groups on the two wings were still roaming each other. Except for a small number of rangers who were chasing and shooting each other, both sides wanted to reach the impact point according to their respective plans, but they were all restricted by the opposite side. .

Just when Rostislav was about to order the blowing of the horn and order the cavalry group to charge a wave to try to break the battle, the melodious sound of the horn suddenly sounded.

Rostislav immediately turned his gaze to the direction where the voice came from, and subconsciously became nervous. That was exactly where his son was.

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(End of this chapter)