king of ros

Chapter 423 The final counterattack

When the Polovites followed Prince Pereyaslav and Rostislav was relieved that his son was safe, Monomakh was watching the chaotic battlefield and going upstream against the tide of defeat.

From time to time, broken soldiers yelled at Monomakh's team not to move forward, and to go forward would have to die, but the Pereyaslavs ignored them.

Although the Pereyaslavs had tasted failure before, they did not lose their will to fight and were still willing to continue fighting. This mentality made them look proud in the eyes of those who were defeated.

But the rout soldiers looked at them with the eyes of fools. In their view, these people are too stupid. How can they move forward if they don't run now? Is there any value in giving those masters their lives?

Monomacher stopped the advancing soldiers from time to time. At first he wanted these people to go back to fight, but only a few people obeyed his orders. Gradually, Monomacher also gave up this idea and asked about the situation on the front line. At least they were willing to answer these questions question.

But the information obtained is also varied, true and false, such as Lord Chukin being beheaded, such as the Polish king being killed, such as Rostislav expelling demons to fight for him, there are too many news, Monomakh fundamental analysis not come.

He tried his best to construct the situation of the battlefield in his mind, and figured out where to cut in was the most appropriate.

But no matter how hard he tried, all he got in the end was a mess, and he didn't know when to break in. The battlefield was so chaotic, there were horses running around everywhere, people running around everywhere, and the troops gathered from time to time , and collapsed from time to time.

Soon, Monomakh arrived at the battle zone, and he ordered the troops to stop advancing. He needed to take a good look at the situation. Although it seemed a bit futile, it was never wrong to observe more.

Beside him, a group of Confederate soldiers was disintegrating, without even looking at the advancing Monomakh team, there was nothing to arouse these people's fighting spirit, they just wanted to escape from this damn battlefield.

These people cursed everyone, complained about this defeat, complained about this war, and Monomach didn't pay attention to these people, these soldiers couldn't count on them, they were the most hopeless people of course.

Monomakh's gaze swept across the battlefield, and what he saw was collapse and collapse. Destruction was inevitable, and Prince Pereyaslav's heart became more and more desperate.

But some of the scattered Confederate soldiers—cavalrymen, archers, pikemen—massed toward his banner like salt attached to a rope suspended in salt water.

These people are the determined part of the Southern Army. They are unwilling to fail like this. Now they have finally found a determined team, which makes them feel relieved.

There are also some people who are simply lucky to find an organization, and they are unwilling to continue to collapse in such a disorderly manner.

Although the team has grown a lot, it is still so desperate in the face of the collapsing battle situation, and Monomacher's mood has not improved at all.

The southern army in the rest of the battlefield was completely defeated. There were countless dead and dying Ross people lying on the ground, and more people fled to the chaotic road to the south in a broken army.

He couldn't see any flags of the Southern Army, and only a small number of troops were still standing firm. Facing the siege of the enemy army several times their size, the front line was precarious and might collapse at any time. The situation was very hopeless.

"Monomacher, Monomacher, it's you! Great."

When Monomakh's mind was spinning urgently, analyzing the situation on the battlefield, and thinking about what to do, a familiar voice sounded, and surprise appeared on Monomakh's face.

"Oleg, it's great that you're all right!"

Oleg has lived up to his previous pride at this moment. His feathers are nowhere to be found, and his armor is either blood or slashed. As for the Chernigov heavy cavalry under him, there are only a few dozen cavalry left. The attitude of the people is also extremely embarrassing, and many people are still bloodstained, obviously injured.

"Yes, I'm fine, nothing happened, but my father died, and my eldest brother was captured by that Rostislav, and the other two brothers are still alive and dead."

The youngest, Sviatoslavich, said in frustration that the impact of this scene was too great.

But when Monomakh was thinking about how to comfort his relatives, Oleg seemed to change his face, and his expression became crazy.

"Now I have found an opportunity, Monomakh, I need your people. Now that the entire Southern Army is collapsed, Rostislav can't think that we will counterattack. Monomakh, we might turn the tide of the war around! Work miracles like my father did! Isn't that right, Monomacher!"

The words of his relatives made Monomakh fall into deep thinking. Although Oleg's mental state was obviously a little unstable because of this series of stimuli, what he said was not unfeasible.

The northern army must have never imagined that the southern army would have a Jedi counterattack, and if they got it right, even if they couldn't turn the tide of the battle, they could at least give Rostislav a slap in the face.

"How, how, Monomacher!"

Oleg shook Monomakh's arm, eager to get his answer, and Monomakh's expression changed from hesitation at the beginning to extremely firm.

"Done it! Damn it, Oleg, we did it!"

Monomakh made a decision, and then, with the joy on Oleg's face, he turned to his subordinates and looked at the soldiers of the Southern Army who were still standing inside the front line at this time.

"Brothers in the Confederate Army, I know you come from all over the world, I know you have been through too much, and now there is a chance that we can turn the tide of the war, brothers, do it? As long as it succeeds, I will make each of you rich People! Everyone can be a Ross hero!"

"Dry!"

"It's all like this anyway, it doesn't matter what you do anymore!"

"Right, that is it!"

All kinds of voices echoed. Those who are still here are all stalwarts of the Southern Army. Many of them even came here with the mentality of losing their minds. Everyone planned to fight with Prince Rurik instead of dying in a collapse. , might as well die in the shock.

In this way, when Rostislav was still immersed in the victory, a counterattack force was formed and rushed towards the Northern Army.

"go ahead!"

Monomakh's voice echoed, and he rushed forward to lead his subordinates. Oleg was beside him, and the young prince Rurik had hatred in his eyes.

Many northern troops did not expect this sudden counterattack, and many troops were either wiped out or defeated under the blow of this motley army for a while.

The infantry galloped across the battlefield, galloping over corpses, and this time it was the Northern Army who became the escapee.

They also badly wounded Dill of the Rostov battalion, who had been drawn by lot among the monastery garrison.

Dill was actually very reluctant to fight back, but if he got the hit, he would have to hit, and the result was unlucky. He took it and hit Monomacher's face directly, and then lay down. If the subordinates hadn't pulled him down desperately, It's really going to die this time.

After defeating Dill's troops, more Southern troops joined in the counterattack. Nothing could boost morale more than heroes at the time of defeat. Suddenly, the Southern Army's momentum was greatly boosted!
"What's going on? Why is there still a southern counterattack?"

Rostislav naturally noticed what happened there, but before he gave the order, someone had already started to act.

That was Harald.

Harald was the first person to pay attention to this counter-offensive. When the southern army began to be defeated, the King of Norway was a little disappointed, because it meant that he failed to pursue Valhalla again.

The king of Norway originally thought that he could only listen to those subordinates who came with the northern army complaining about why the king didn't take them to do such interesting things together, until he saw this counterattack. Must be elite!He still has a chance!

The Norwegian infantry who had joined the king blocked the counterattacking force, and the melee began. No matter how determined the counterattacking southern army was, they could only be blocked when they encountered these Valhalla-minded madmen.

However, many Norwegians went to Valhalla as they wished. As the last counterattack of the southern army, the enemies here were extremely determined, whether they were elite or determined, and they dared to fight bloody battles with the Norwegians.

Blood against blood, sword against sword, it was another fierce fight.

During the fierce battle, the horses of Monomakh and Oleg were injured one after another. Monomakh was better. When he noticed something was wrong, he dismounted decisively so as not to be overturned by the horses anytime.

As for Oleg, he was directly thrown off his horse. If Monomakh hadn't dared to rescue him, he would have been stabbed to death by a group of spearmen.

"This is not good, Monomacher, this is not good, we must let everyone see us, the Norwegians blocked our offensive, we must boost morale!"

Oleg stood up with the support of Monomakh, watching the turmoil and fighting around him.

Because of the fall of the two of them, many soldiers had appeared and began to hesitate, which made him very anxious.

"We've got to find a war horse right now, now."

Monomakh agreed, but just as he made Oleg stand by himself, he froze.

Oleg followed his gaze and was also stunned.

Because standing in front of them was a two-meter-tall strong man covered in blood. This man was none other than the King of Norway, Harald.

"Look who these are, two Rurik boys."

Harald smiled, it was a satisfied smile, finally let him find the leader of this army, he didn't expect it was two young men from Rurik, but that's fine, that's fine.

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(End of this chapter)