king of ros

Chapter 412 Failed Adjustment
The armored cavalry of the southern army slammed into the cavalry of the northern army who had not yet recovered from the fierce battle. In the flying dust, the cavalry of the northern army was hit hard by a wave.

Many young people who were still immersed in the joy of victory were suddenly attacked by the Southern Army's iron cavalry, and after landing, they were greeted with crazy spikes, blood and dust flying together.

"Hold on! Hold on! Maintain our front line! Persevere! Persistence is victory!"

Yang yelled while holding the flag of St. George of Moscow among the chaotic army. Even the soldiers around him were extremely flustered. The mayor of Suzdal, the general who had experienced countless battles beside Rostislav, remained extremely calm.

A Chernigov cavalryman rushed in front of Jan, and Jan stabbed the point of his knife fiercely. The silver blade slipped through the nose of the cavalry armor and pierced the opening of the eye.

The man's whole body twitched violently, and the leader drew out a long sword that pierced the enemy's eye. Blood sprayed into the air as the point of the knife was pulled out, and the cavalry fell from the horseback.

After solving the short-sighted enemy, Yang's thoughts continued to return to the battlefield chapter. He knew very well that although the Southern Army cavalry's assault was well timed, it did not cause much damage to the Northern Army.

What he was more worried about was another thing. This cavalry, which was going to continue to attack the infantry of the Southern Army, was now entangled and unable to move!
The ownerless war horse ran past Yang's eyes, and there were bloodstains on it. It seemed that the owner was in danger.

Yang recognized the pendant on the horse, which belonged to a nobleman, but the commander only felt a little turmoil in his heart, and then continued to be firm, putting all distracting thoughts behind him.

"Master Yang, what shall we do now?"

Rurik came to the commander under the guard of the cavalry, Yang Du took a look at the boy, and saw that he and the cavalry were covered in blood, it seemed that there was a fierce fight just now.

Of course, Yang's perception of this junior has improved a lot. Rostislav has educated him well, so it seems that he can give him some more important people.

"Little Rurik, take your cavalry, and then gather cavalry as much as possible to attack the enemy infantry. I must stabilize the situation here. Without my group, I will definitely lose!"

Jan said to Rurik, seeing that the commander gave him such a difficult task, subconscious fear appeared on Rurik's face, "Master Yang, this is the first time for me to go into battle, so why should I take on such a difficult task?" Not too..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Since you have nothing to do in this kind of fight, it means that you can do it. Your father and I are already leading the army at your age. Do it!"

Jan didn't give Rurik a chance to continue speaking, because he turned his horse's head the next moment, shouted and rushed towards the place where the enemy was the most. Rurik had no choice but to follow the order to gather the cavalry.

"I knew that my nephew's cavalry would not be able to bear the charge. Look, this will block the strongest heavy cavalry of the Northern Army. Oleg is enough to hold them back!"

Svyatoslav was very proud of the arrangement of the left wing, but a discordant voice sounded, "But Grand Duke, aren't there still Bulgars on the other side? There are also those heretics."

Chukin said worriedly, but the Grand Duke of Kyiv did not show any annoyance because of this, "Don't worry, Lord Chukin, the Bulgarian cavalry has already figured out that the essence is just a group of infantry fighting on horseback. The Poles are enough deal with them."

"Now it's time to move on to our next step, tell the front line, let them attack with all their strength, attack with all their strength! Don't have any worries, those problems have been resolved!"

The horn was blown by the trumpeter with such force as to blow out the lungs. As the rumble symbolizing the battle sounded above the head, the northern army immediately felt tremendous pressure. The southern army on the opposite side rushed forward desperately. , It made the northern army who had adapted to the confrontation with the shield wall quite uncomfortable, and it was this inadaptation that made them suffer a lot.

The Novgorod militias withstood the situation. They and the Kyiv militias had already fought red-eyed, so they withstood the situation, but the Moscow militias were beaten back and forth, in a panic.

The southern army pressed forward, and the spears and swords walking in the forefront were densely packed like bushes.The Moscow militia could not withstand such a fierce offensive, so they could only subconsciously retreat.

The battle line was advancing towards the northern army, and Svyatoslav's mood improved. The group of soldiers and nobles around him kept flattering the Grand Duke, and the Grand Duke saw a horse riding towards him.

"Lord Sviatoslav, I was sent by Lord Siciech. He needs support. The Polish troops attacking St. George's Monastery have suffered heavy losses. If there is no support, they will not be able to persist!"

The blood-soaked Polish knight passed through the gaps between the phalanxes, and knelt down in front of Svyatoslav. His overalls were scratched and almost turned into rags.

"Tell Master Sicheh, I will send reinforcements immediately, and let him stand up. St. George's Monastery is the key to the entire battlefield, and we must ensure the suppression there. As for you, Yevgeny, take this knight immediately. Take a rest later."

The soldiers swiftly supported the Polish knight, who was a bit unable to stand up from his knees, and quickly went to the rear to rest, while Svyatoslav was dispatching troops.

"Master Chianin, it's your turn to fight. The battle of St. George's Monastery is the top priority of the overall situation. I will send some personal soldiers to you. I hope you don't care about the loss and send all the elite. After the war No matter how big your loss is, I will compensate you twice."

"Look at what you're talking about, Mr. Svyatoslav, this is all my duty, please rest assured."

Hearing Kianin's assurance, Svyatoslav was finally relieved. This guy, as a guy who stood steadily in Kyiv's weird situation last year, was a complete old fox. The Grand Duke of Kyiv was really afraid of him. Brush slippery head.

But it was only because he was afraid that he would play tricks that he let his army go to the super meat grinder in St. George's Monastery. As long as his team fell into it, he didn't have any room for whimsy.

The Grand Duke continued to observe the battlefield, but then his brows frowned, "Too fast! This is wrong, this is wrong, blow the horn, let them stick to their positions now, and stop advancing! Wait for the follow-up troops to resist, wait for them to arrive! "

The Grand Duke's order made everyone feel a little dazed. They could continue to move forward and push the Moscow militia back to their starting line. Why did they stick to it?Why pass up this great opportunity?
However, the trumpeter mechanically blew the corresponding horn, and the frontline troops were also at a loss for the sound of the horn. They were clearly attacking well, and obviously those northern barbarians were retreating. Why should they stick to it?

The soldiers were very reluctant to stop their advance, but after the roars and whips of the officers around them came one after another, they could only stop no matter how reluctant they were. Sviatoslav was very strict in his army, and the Kyiv army was also strictly rectified by him. The nobles And the officers still know to obey the orders of the Grand Duke.

"Hmph, as expected of my second uncle, this is really damn."

Rostislav spat forcefully on the ground, damn it, it was so close.

"Blow the horn and order the troops in front to stop retreating! Hold on, hold on!"

In fact, the collapse of the northern army was a trap. Although the southern army's offensive was ferocious, it was quickly blocked, but Rostislav ordered Anwar to retreat slowly.

His idea is that since the Confederates are going to push, let them push, and when their front pushes past St. George's Abbey, there will definitely be a big hole between the Confederate fronts that are out of touch with the follow-up troops. At that time, Ross Dislav's personal cavalry can enter the battle with armored cavalry.

The Moscow militiamen have followed Rostislav for more than ten years. It can be said that he trained them all by himself. Rostislav is also very relieved to let them carry out this difficult task. Of course, the most important thing is that Anwar is a future with this ability. .

It's just a pity that Svyatoslav noticed this.

When the horn of the Northern Army blew, and Mrs. Chernigo suddenly saw the Muscovites becoming tenacious. They did not continue to fight and retreat, and they did not have the weakness just now.

It's just that at this time, something happened that almost changed the direction of the entire battle situation.

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(End of this chapter)