king of ros

Chapter 452 Negotiations Broke Down
With shouts and orders, the long-closed gate of Visby slowly opened, and the mayor of Visby, Haakon, rode out with a Norse guard.

Rostislav had been waiting for a long time, and with the appearance of the Northmen, he immediately rode forward, behind him was a fully armed and mighty-looking entourage.

Compared with Ross's followers, although the Northeast cavalry had bright armor, their riding skills were much poorer. They were obviously just a group of mounted infantry. It seemed that the meaning of their existence was just for show.

The two teams stopped less than 50 meters apart. Compared with the Ross people, the Norse people were obviously much more embarrassed, but at least there was no joke.

And then the leaders of the two teams, Rostislav and Haakon met on horseback.

"I wish you good health, Lord Haakon, and may God bless you."

Rostislav greeted the mayor of Visby leisurely, Haakon twitched his face, but immediately suppressed these expressions.

"God bless you too, Monsieur Rostislav."

It can be clearly heard that Haakon's tone is full of suppressed anger, but now he has to be patient and negotiate with the Grand Duke Ross.

"Master Haakon, please explain your reason for coming. If it is unconditional peace talks, you don't need to talk about restoring the original status quo. But I believe you will not be so stupid, you are a smart person, so I am here to listen to your opinion .”

Rostislav's behavior and words exemplified what is the surplus of a victor, and he was impatient and frivolous in Haakon's presence.

Haakon really wanted to yell at the Ross man, but the situation didn't allow it now. Mr. Mayor sighed and forced himself to ignore those damn emotions.

"My lord Rostislav, I have brought you a well-intentioned opinion. I hope that you will stop fighting here and return to your Ivangorod. This will be good for both of us."

Haakon's tone was very gentle, but the meaning inside was very sharp, which made Rostislav frowned.

"Then what can I get? Master Haakon? What can you give me? What chips do you have to satisfy me and my army? Don't forget that my cavalry now almost controls the entire Gotland Island."

The words of the Grand Duke of Kyiv were full of arrogance. During the period when the alliance was formed, he had exchanged letters with the mayor of Visby, and he had had enough of this guy's foul language.

Now there is nothing more satisfying than watching this guy suppress his emotions under his authority.

Moreover, Rostislav's palm was still playing with the hilt of the sword, and the meaning expressed was very obvious.

"I, Visby and the whole of Gotland, will submit to you, become your vassal, and provide you with soldiers and taxes."

Haakon said neither humble nor overbearing, but he only got Rostislav's sneer.

"I take back what I said about you being smart." Rostislav said with a serious face, "You are an idiot. I obviously have a better choice at this time. Why should I accept your vassal? What do I need? I will attack the city Just go and get it, or do you think that the town where your main force is not present can stop us? Don't expect reinforcements, your fleet will come when God knows. So, you have only one choice, and that is to surrender, unconditionally. "

Haakon was silent, because what Rostislav said was absolutely correct, but surrender was neither acceptable to him nor to Visby.

"Then we'll meet on the battlefield, you son of a bitch, I really don't know why you have the illusion that you can listen to human words, just meet your blood in front of our city wall, You savage of Ross!"

Haakon finally cursed out, and Rostislav had a playful smile on his face, because the sternness in it was too obvious, just like an impotent and raging wild boar.

"I'm also stupid, I would actually meet you, so be it, let's meet on the battlefield."

After Rostislav finished speaking, he turned the horse's head and raised a cloud of dust, but Haakon didn't say much, just returned to his team.

And now Rostislav said, "God bless."

This is a farewell sentence, Haakon was stunned for a moment, and then said with a little helplessness, "May God bless you."

Then the two teams returned to their camps, Haakon returned to the city with the guards, the heavy gate fell down, and Rostislav ran towards the army formation.

"My lord, how is the talk going?"

When Grand Duke Ross returned to his own army, his personal captain Domhnall asked loudly.

"Get ready to fight, my friends, let us take this city with fire and sword, long live, long live!"

Rostislav's tone was full of unquestionable belief in victory, which boosted the morale of the people, and everyone returned to their commander in full swing.

"Long live!"

The voice of the soldiers seemed to be earth-shattering, and no one had any doubts about winning the victory. In their view, this was a matter of course, and the victory must belong to them!
The Ross people shouted so loudly that even the guards with Visby were shaken by those shouts. Most of them were either too young or too old, and they had experienced too little or too many years. Facing such power, they couldn't help but feel terrified. .

But then they don't have to be troubled by this emotion, because the Ross people have already shot the stone and the huge crossbow.

Many fell into the field, but some hit the city wall, making the solid wooden wall tremble.

"Archers step forward!"

Then the Ross people launched an attack, and the civilian husbands who pulled them pushed the fender cart to the city wall, and the Ross archers followed closely behind, shooting at the city wall.

The reaction of the city guards was obviously a beat slower. When many of them fell under the arrows, others reacted, relying on the battlements and shooting holes to come and go with the enemy.

Another trumpet sounded, and the Rus' shock force moved into action.

A large number of soldiers wearing light armor and carrying long ladders rushed towards the city wall at the fastest speed, and there were several siege vehicles between them.

Each of these towers mounted on huge wooden wheels was pushed by more than a dozen soldiers. The solid wooden wheels rolled out wide ruts on the ground, and their key parts were covered with iron, which greatly increased the weight. , but also enhanced protection.

Much of the siege was spent building these siege engines, and the battlefield deterrence their presence provided certainly made it worth it.

The first to make a sound was the archers hiding under the bunker. With the blowing of the horn, they stood up from the bunker as if they were desperate, pulled the bowstring and crossbow string with their fastest speed, and threw them towards the city wall. with arrows.

Just when the arrows were suppressing the city wall, the shock troops could attack more calmly, and soon, they came under the city wall through the passages reserved in advance.

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(End of this chapter)