king of ros

"Harald...I didn't expect to meet His Majesty here."

Although faced with the prestigious North Thunder, Monomacher still appeared neither humble nor overbearing, and he did not feel timid because of the appearance of this strong man.

He assumed a fighting stance, with his shield across his chest and his blade ready to strike.

Oleg's body swayed slightly, but he still stood firmly beside Monomakh. Monomakh's figure gave him courage, otherwise Oleg really would not have the courage to face the thunder in the north. Thunder in the north.

It takes courage to stand in front of Harald, especially after the king made a fleet rampage on the battlefield. Many soldiers of the Southern Army would run away just seeing Harald, but now the two Young Rurik stood before him.

"Not bad, not bad, I like young people like this, you two go up together!"

There was a look of satisfaction in Harald's eyes, happy to see the young challenger.

But it is too inappropriate for a famous old warrior to bully two young people, so let them go together. He has faced more enemies than this before, and he has survived.

"Then, thank you, Your Majesty."

Monomacher glanced around from the corner of his eye, and a circle around them had unconsciously appeared. Outside the circle, the Russ and Norwegians were fighting.

This has always been the tradition, leader to leader, soldier to soldier.

Prince Pereyaslav felt something was wrong. Harald was deliberately dragging them down. If he didn't get on his horse and appear in front of the soldiers, this counterattack force would probably be finished.

But they couldn't escape. If they showed their backs to the king, there would be nothing worse than death. They could only face the northern thunder here.

After giving Oleg a look, Sviatoslavich also understood, and the two immediately separated, forming a triangle with Harald.

The King of Norway didn't have any panic, but just calmly faced the two Rurik princes, and he didn't know how much more dangerous situations he had experienced.

Suddenly, the two attacked Harald at the same time, Oleg was the one in front, but then he was smashed firmly by the Norwegian king's shield, and he couldn't help but staggered back.

As for Monomacher, Harald pinned the prince's sword with his blade, and then he attacked with his sword, but unfortunately that was also firmly blocked by the shield.

Monomakh stepped back slightly, and stood with Oleg who was staggering back. He felt a little numbness in his wrists. The King of Norway was much more difficult to deal with than he thought. Sure enough, there are no nobles under his reputation. Monomakh Mach's battle experience told him that this time it was a little dangerous.

However, Harald sighed in his heart, these two boys are really difficult to deal with, and he still has an injury on his shoulder, which affects the battle... But he is still the leader of the battle!
Before they had time to think about it, the two princes of Rurik had to raise their shields to defend, because Harald took the initiative to attack, and the main target he chose was Oleg.The King of Norway knocked Oleg to the ground with his shield in his arms, and then hit Oleg's helmet firmly with a sword, and Sviatoslavich felt that the whole world was shaken by the smash. …

Monomacher realized that his reaction was still too slow, so he immediately swung his sword to save him, but it was a pity that Harald just raised his shield to block his sword, and the young man's sword was stuck on the iron edge of the shield.

Monomacher could only back away from Harald's thrusting blade.

Prince Pereyaslav panted heavily. Fighting Harald was really a test. It was a double pressure both psychologically and physically. If there was one bad thing, it would be over.

Only at this moment can Vsevolodovich glance at Oleg with his worried eyes. Sviatoslavich is wriggling on the ground, and it is obvious that he will not be able to recover his combat power for a while. Then he had to face Harald alone.

"Boy, don't worry about others, you should worry about yourself."

The King of Norway swung the sword, and the blood on it was thrown out immediately, and the runes were much clearer. He knew that this sword was forged by a famous northern craftsman.

Prince Pereyaslav saw his blade subconsciously, and there were already cracks on it, which made the corner of Monomakh's mouth twitch. This is terrible...

What's more, Harald is still putting pressure on him. Of course, Monomacher is aware of the behavior of the King of Norway, but even if he knows, his psychological pressure is still increasing, and some things are really difficult to overcome...

"Well!"

Suddenly, the triumphant King of Norway twitched unnaturally. Monomacher subconsciously looked at the ground. He saw that Oleg had crawled behind Harald at some point, and his dagger stabbed into Harald's body. on De's calf, piercing the armor there.

"Master Harald, it is thanks to you that you spoke, otherwise I would not be able to find you. Monomacher! Do it! This is our only chance!"

Oleg seemed to be enduring some strong discomfort in his words, but he finally roared with his last strength, urging his relatives to do it.

Monomacher didn't think about anything, because his body had already moved before his brain, and the prince's sword pointed at Harald's chest. Although there was a stomach protection there, Monomacher knew that he could pierce it!
Harald is worthy of being a veteran on the battlefield. Although he was attacked suddenly, his body reacted very quickly. The famous sword of the king of Norway fell at an extremely fast speed, but it was a pity that Monomacher was still faster.

"...young man, play well, you win and I lose."

Harald looked at the sword blade that broke his stomach and pierced his chest. Monomacher was surprised that Harald had a relieved expression on his face.

The thunder in the north collapsed, and Monomakh was still immersed in the shock of the satisfied expression of the Norwegian king before. This is really...

But Oleg's groans quickly attracted Monomakh's attention, and Vsevolodovich rushed to his relatives and helped him up without a second thought.

"This victory depends entirely on you, Oleg, my friend. If it were not for your actions, I would be dead."

Monomakh's words were full of gratitude and satisfaction. If it weren't for Oleg's dagger, how could he have won the victory. …

But he couldn't help but glanced at Jinglei in the north. The king of Norway hadn't died yet, but the three people here knew that he was counting down to death.

He lay on the ground waiting to die, and with the last of his strength, he took out a handful of powder from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. Monomacher had seen such a thing before, and it seemed to be a ritual object of northern paganism.

There was no fear on the Norwegian king's face, but joy and relief, which made Monomakh's heart shudder, especially when they thought of their previous sneak attack to defeat the king.

"It's just the means of some despicable people. Even if it's a battle formation, it's a bit contemptible." Oleg knew the nature of what he was doing, and there was shame in his words, "But... Monomakh, just When we were fighting, the collapse had become a foregone conclusion, look around us, these strong men are all running away."

As Oleg said, after losing the figures of the two Rurik princes, this last counterattack force became weaker and weaker.

And after a fierce fight between them and Harald, the collapse has become a foregone conclusion, and there are escapers everywhere.

And what's more terrible is that more northern troops appeared on the flanks, and they were consciously encircling the counterattack army.

Rostislav's adjustments were very methodical and did not give them any chance. Even if they defeated Harald, they would have to die under the siege of the superior northern army.

"Let's go, let's go. There is no possibility of victory in the war. Return to the south as soon as possible to see if there is a chance."

Monomakh helped Oleg, and the pair of relatives left the battlefield like this. When they left, it was also when the Southern Army collapsed completely. The failure of the Southern Army had completely become a foregone conclusion.

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