king of ros

Chapter 418 The Prince Is Captured
"Everyone keep going!"

Domhnall yelled that he was leading his bodyguard into the field, and the bodyguard, seeing Mrs. Chernigo retreating, shrieked and stepped into the field.

"Look, we're about to win, let's help them! It's too late if we don't!"

Everyone seemed impatient, everyone wanted to join the fight, and everyone wanted to get a share of the victory.

The cheers of the guardsmen were only a small manifestation of the victory of the Northern Army. In front of Rostislav, all the Northern Army were fighting bravely with the Southern Army and were marching victoriously.

Blood-stained steel flickered in the air, and more soldiers of the Northern Army continued to rush forward to join the melee, making the battlefield even more chaotic.

All rationality has disappeared with the wind, and the battle has gone out of control. The two sides are no longer organized large-scale group battles, but replaced by disorderly large-scale melee and small-scale conflicts scattered around.

But even in such chaos, the retreat of the Chernigov militia is still certain. The southern army is retreating under the attack. Their morale trampled into the mud.

Rostislav's personal cavalry drew bows and arrows to the flanks of the southern army, and the sound of horseshoes from the galloping horses under him resounded across the battlefield like a huge thunder.

Flying arrows flew over the sky densely, many Confederate soldiers fell to the ground in the rain of arrows, while others raised their shields hastily.

"Domhnall! Go and lead your men, I have Vasily's protection here!"

"As ordered!"

Rostislav watched as the captain of the bodyguards led a powerful bodyguard team into the battle, but the prince himself did not attack rashly.

He just shoots arrows at the enemy's army formation, if he enters the battle formation, he will lose control of the army, which is absolutely impossible.

He is the supreme commander of the Northern Army, not a cavalry general who fights in battle, and the current battle situation has not yet reached the time for him to join.

The prince of Moscow looked at the others and found that the armies of the Poles and the Bulgars were also fighting in an all-round way, but it was obviously difficult to distinguish between the two sides.

As for the other side, Rose's heavy cavalry were still fighting fiercely. Yang obviously met his opponent, while the Novgorod people were still fighting desperately with the Kyiv people, and the two sides still refused to give up a single step.

However, the battle has already started with him, and it can only be opened here. Rostislav looked at the battlefield in front of him, and began to think about when to attack the enemy's formation and slash.

And soon, the prince of Moscow saw a group of Ross heavy cavalry headed for the battlefield in the smoke and dust. In addition to the Rurik trident that can be seen everywhere, Rostislav also saw the icon of St. Gleb and Cherni Goff's Black Hawk.

It was a team of horsemen in harness. Rostislav knew that he was coming to live now. These people should be the elite of Svyatoslav. Then this team of heavy cavalry must be stopped and they must not be allowed to enter the battle line.

"Vassily, it's been a while since we've been in battle, let's try and gallop on the battlefield."

Rostislav said to the captain, and Hronsky's answer was very firm, "We are not afraid of any enemy, my lord, please lead us to victory, no matter how difficult the scene is, victory will be ours! "

The prince of Moscow smiled, and the captain's voice was as determined as if he would follow them if he led them into hell, and it was good to have this will.

Rostislav was not worried about the fighting power of his followers, he knew that his followers had been holding their breath and wanting to show off for a while.

Before the prince took Novgorod, he sent a large number of people to Novgorod, but most of the princes drew people from the soldiers instead of their followers, which made the followers feel that they were underestimated. I have been suffocating for a while and want to perform in front of the prince.

The prince of Moscow led this team into the battlefield again, and Rostislav suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if he had entered the battle when he was young.

Rostislav also heard a familiar call, which was from Gevalan, and this really made him have an illusion. The prince turned his head and found the Gulag warden standing in a pile of corpses covered in blood. Inside, enthusiastically waved to the Prince of Moscow.

After the Gulag jailer left St. George's Monastery, he directly ran into Mrs. Chernigo who was trying to attack from the rear. Then Mrs. Chernigo was blocked by these heavy infantry.

Guvalan led this powerful army wearing black mail armor to slash and kill madly in the battle formation. Even when the Moscow militia broke up, their hundreds of people beat Mrs. Chernigo back every step of the way. .

Following the feat of the King of Norway, the morale of the Confederate Army was low and they began to retreat, and they went straight into the Confederate front.

And Gevalan suddenly saw Rostislav leading his personal entourage passing by, and then he greeted him.

Rostislav could only wave his spear as a signal. His more important thing now was to face the Chernigov cavalry. While thinking this way, Rostislav stabbed to death a spearman beside him.

There were very few Confederates standing in front of their followers, and when they saw the arrival of heavy cavalry, they flinched and dodged. Even if there were, they were quickly crushed. This armored cavalry tore apart the Confederate front.

But Rostislav didn't have any pride because of that. The important thing was that the enemy in front of him, the Chernigov cavalry, was already clear, and they were also a group of armored cavalry.

"Tsk, it's my cousin."

Rostislav saw Gleb's face when he had just put on his visor, and he evidently saw Rostislav too, for the Prince of Moscow noticed the excitement on his face, and it seemed that the boy was trying to catch him.

The prince is very unwilling to fight with his relatives, but since they have already met on the battlefield, the only way to go is to fight.

With just a gesture, the kisses behind the prince spread out casually and deftly, everything was so smooth, full of a sense of orderly beauty.

This is Rostislav's entourage, his companion cavalry, the best cavalry in all Rus.

The enemy also spread out, pulling out the battle line and coming towards the northern army. Although their movements were not as smooth as those of the followers, it could be seen that they were not underdogs.

The fierce cavalry confrontation was staged again, and the soldiers blocking their way consciously fled left and right, and some even fled side by side with the enemy, because if they didn't run away, it would be bad to be involved in such a battle.

The speed at which the two sides closed was very fast, and Rostislav could see the enemy's face clearly and see the enemy's shining sword and spear very quickly, but the prince did not feel any fear in his heart.

The war cavalry clashed quickly, and Rostislav seized the opportunity to stab forward, piercing the neck of a Mrs. Chernigo. The spear skills shown by the prince of Moscow can be described as superb.

Quickly throwing away the corpse and the obviously unable to withstand the spear shaft, Rostislav slashed at the helmet of the enemy in front of him, and the long sword slid away from the helmet, but Rostislav didn't intend to cut the helmet at first. down, cutting into the man's unarmored arm.

Throwing away the stirrup with his left foot, Rostislav kicked the man off the horse with one kick. Compared with Rostislav, the man was still less experienced in riding and fighting.

It was only at this time that Rostislav noticed that this person was his cousin Gleb. It seemed that this Sviatoslavich was still too tender for a veteran player like him.

Gleb passed out when Rostislav kicked him off his horse, and now he is lying on the ground unable to move.

Rostislav was going to trample on his horse and end the guy with his horse's hoof, but he was moved by compassion when his relative fell, and finally got off his horse and tied the boy with the rope from the saddle.

Since even the leader was captured, the fate of this Chernihiv heavy cavalry naturally has nothing to say. They were not as good as Rostislav's followers. After the leader was captured, their combat effectiveness plummeted. It's even more pitiful.

After launching several charges to retake their prince, and then being repulsed by Moscow's personal followers, the cavalry quickly scattered to the boos of the personal followers.

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(End of this chapter)