king of ros

Chapter 419
Rostislav, who had done all this, handed over the captive to his subordinates for management without any hesitation, and ordered his subordinates to treat the wounds of his relative, and then lock him up. This is an important hostage.

The prince of Moscow then returned to his horse, and then he led the cavalry into Mrs. Chernigo and entered their battle formation.

The soldiers of the southern army were completely defeated. Many people dropped their weapons and fled without looking back.

However, as the troops that Sviatoslav has trained for so long, there are still many people resisting. They formed a circle and gathered as many soldiers as possible who were still willing to fight. The situation did not completely collapse.

The Northern Army has fallen into ecstasy, everyone can see that victory is just around the corner, which makes them extremely excited, the adrenaline soaring wildly, and some people are even cheering for victory.

Although it is said to be cheering for victory, the bones still have to be chewed, that is, those circular formations, but these circular formations are often dispersed by those deserters who are running wildly.

As if in response to the victory here, on the bloody battlefield of St. George's Monastery, the defenders also achieved results. They seriously injured the Kyiv nobleman named Kianin, forcing his troops to retreat.

As for Harald, there is no need to say more about that madman and his equally crazy Norsemen, and he became more and more crazy, shouting "Valhalla", and he has won a dozen famous The head of the samurai.

These hundreds of Norse people have dragged thousands of soldiers of the Grand Duke of Kyiv, making them unable to move at all. This powerful force is restricted in this way. These lunatics are really terrifying.

The situation on the entire battlefield is developing in a direction favorable to the Northern Army, and the overall morale of the Southern Army has begun to drop, and it is getting lower and lower.

"……asshole."

Svyatoslav looked at the scene over there. He was in a very bad mood and his expression was very ugly. In the past half an hour, he had changed from about to win to about to lose.

"Has Mrs. Pereyaslav come? Are they here?"

The Grand Duke of Kyiv roared, and looked around for the traces of Pereyaslav's troops. First, he saw some Chernigov militiamen break up, and then they were assembled and thrown into the battlefield.

Then he saw the towers of the monastery tilted a wave of crossbow arrows, knocking down an infantry, and finally he saw the Pereyaslavs, only to find that they were blocked by the Kyiv militia.

Some Pereyaslavs squeezed through the chaos in twos and threes, and then stood there in a daze, because there were still many people who had not come out, and their general Vsevolod had not come.

Things weren't much better for the Polovets either, and things were bad on both sides.

Mrs. Pereyaslav had to cross the entire battlefield if she wanted to go to the other side of the battlefield. It was easy to collide with those troops going to the front line. Such things did happen. The situation of Mrs. Pereyaslav is very embarrassing now.

"God! Why are you doing this to me! Am I not religious enough?"

Svyatoslav roared uncontrollably, this was too exciting and too difficult for people to accept.

But this depression lasted for a short time, and Sviatoslav remembered his decision in the face of the Polovite army.

"Yes, now I can only rely on my courage."

Svyatoslav's words puzzled the flustered nobles and generals around him. Now that the situation is so dangerous, why is the Grand Duke still saying such things?

"Evgeny, announce that I have joined the battle."

Svyatoslav said flatly, as if he was going to do something easy next.

And the captain named Yevgeny was stunned, and then a look of excitement appeared on his face.

"Yes!"

Rostislav slashed his sword through the helmet of a Chernigo lady, who fell to the ground clutching his throat, and the Prince of Moscow looked up to see that Chernigo's breakdown was getting worse.

But a voice spoiled all the pleasing sight before Rostislav's eyes.

"The Grand Duke has entered the battle! Lord Svyatoslav has entered the battle! The victor of Kyiv has entered the battle!"

This voice spread like a plague among Mrs. Chernigo, and the flag of Sviatoslav, the Grand Duke of Kyiv, approached the battlefield in these shouts. The fighting southern army suddenly turned around and continued to fight with them.

The sound of entering the battle seemed to inject strength into them. Mrs. Chernig believed in the power of their prince, and believed that the prince who had performed miracles outside Kyiv would perform miracles again here.

So these originally defeated soldiers turned around without hesitation, and continued to fight, because they wanted to witness the legend of Svyatoslav, the myth of Svyatoslav, and the victory of this ruler.

"Hmph, I still have to face my second uncle after all."

Rostislav took the reins, his surroundings were cleared by the soldiers of the northern army, and he lined up beside the prince. Sokal's nomadic cavalry also joined in, and some scattered horsemen on the battlefield, Everyone knows that the decisive battle is about to start.

Following Svyatoslav is the essence of Chernihiv, and the nobles and generals are gathered behind him, not to mention their retinue and the most elite group of Chernigov cavalry.

Rostislav thought a lot. He thought of the death of his father, the soldiers in Kyiv under the command of his grandfather, and the hard work in Northeast Russia... Didn't all of this start because of his second uncle?
And now all this is finally coming to an end. Today, the outcome is decided, and life and death are decided.

Sviatoslav also thought a lot, about his plots, about how he went from cautious to brutal, and how he ascended to the throne of Kyiv.

It is ironic to say that Rostislav exudes influence in this process. He made Sviatoslav gain some and lose some.

But no matter what the two of them think, there is only one thing that is certain, that is, only one of them can survive today.

Rose's throne, as well as the grievances between the two of them, will come to an end today.

"Moscow!"

Rostislav roared involuntarily, and the other northern troops also responded, raising their voices.

"Chernihiv!"

Svyatoslav roared in the same way, and the same roar broke out in his queue.

The two teams approached quickly, and people joined them continuously, including cavalry, infantry, civilians, and nobles. They all wanted to be a part of this battle.

Finally, the two teams collided.

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(End of this chapter)