king of ros

Chapter 15 Breaking the Formation
Ross's army rushed out of the city gate, and countless horses and horses followed the wise man. The momentum was so great that it seemed that the world shook with it.

Marching in the dark is an extremely difficult task, but the flames of the Chude camp undoubtedly pointed out the direction of advancement, and countless soldiers rushed towards the place that was shrouded in flames of war.

The advancing Ross people soon encountered the enemy, the tribal people who had just escaped from the chaotic camp, and now they had just stepped out of the sea of ​​fire and entered the wolf's den, bumping into Ross's weapon.

The people of Chude panicked when they saw Ross's army, but the brave men among them stood in front of everyone. These veterans knew very well that only by defeating the Ross in front of them could they win a chance of survival, so let's fight to the end Bar!

And Ross's army horse trampled over without hesitation, and these Chude people were knocked down, trampled, and killed like this. Their blood was the first victory of the Ross people today.

Rostislav stabbed upwards with his spear, and the fleeing enemy was nailed to the ground like this, and the prince's spear was also released.

The next moment, the prince drew out his long sword and stabbed to death the enemy who was trying to fight back. The tip of the sword bit into the body under the cloth, and blood spurted out.

After Rostislav killed two people in a row, he looked up and found that the battle was over.

They defeated hundreds of Chude people in just one round of charge. The battlefield was full of barbarian corpses, and farther away were rout soldiers fleeing for their lives. The air was filled with the pungent rust smell and painful voices .

"Vishata, Rostislav, take your men and move on."

The Grand Duke, covered in blood, came up and made the next arrangement, but his eyes were fixed on the Chu De camp in the melee.

"Grand Duke, why don't you attack with us?"

There was such a voice among the soldiers, people were longing for the Grand Duke to lead them to continue fighting.

"Because I am the commander in chief, not a cavalry general, well, hurry up and carry out your mission!"

The grand duke's power was fully reflected, and the words of the owner of the Kyiv throne were full of irresistible meanings, and everyone immediately stopped having any opinions, and followed the grand duke's order to fight towards the chaotic battlefield.

And Rostislav narrowed his eyes. His grandfather performed very well, but he couldn't hide some things from him in later generations—although the wise man was scheming and good at management, he was never a good soldier on the battlefield.

The Grand Duke's performance today allowed Rostislav to confirm this point, but it doesn't matter now, the next most important thing is to lead the army into the enemy's line and take off the head of the enemy chieftain!
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The attack of the Ross people directly plunged the Chude people into a two-sided siege. Ross's army horses broke through the hard-built fortifications of the Chude people and rushed to their defenseless rear.

The Chude people’s siege fortifications were well built, and the Juma trenches were all available. Unfortunately, no one is guarding such a good fortification now, so they were easily demolished by the Ross people. The cavalry put the noose on the Juma. Then drive the horse and pull it away.

"Forward! Ross people! Kill them all!"

Rostislav had put on a new spear, and he was galloping through the Chud army camp, stabbing and killing the howling and flustered enemies one after another.

Prince Nuocheng was the first Ross to enter the camp. He and his entourage passed through the fortifications demolished by the soldiers, and ran over the gate full of deserters, creating a road of flesh and blood.

Facing Rostislav's attack, the proud enemies flinched one after another, not daring to fight the Ross people at all. The attack of the night had already demoralized them, so naturally they did not have the courage to deal with this new attack.

On both sides of Rostislav's road were burning shacks, such as the barbarian's disorderly and debris-strewn camp. Once the fire started, it spread very quickly, like a wild beast Generally covers the entire barracks.

From time to time, you can see burning hapless people screaming and running past, and then they are stabbed to death by the Ross or thrown into the fire again. The screams of the burned people are so painful that even those who have experienced battles are unwilling to listen .

The warriors among the Chud people also tried their best to gather fighters to fight the new enemies, but when Rostislav and his followers shot rounds of arrows with their riding bows, these already wavering enemies immediately dispersed.

Prince Nuocheng no longer remembers the plan or the overall situation. The fights one after another made his adrenaline almost explode. He remembered his father once said this feeling, the so-called "thrill of battle", right?He realized it now and was immersed in it. He just wanted to kill more enemies.

His mind has been occupied by the desire to fight, and waves of weak enemies have satisfied his needs. As long as the horse team rushes up to kill or knock over one or two people, the rest will immediately collapse, and then It is a happy killing.

The counterattack of the Chuds seemed so weak to him. Rostislav was stabbed in the chest several times by the spearmen, but the tightly overlapping steel plates blocked the attack, and the stupid man would be beheaded in the next moment. Get off now.He was also hit by several arrows, but the steel pieces easily bounced them away.

Like chasing ducks, the Russians drove the routs forward, and the routs scattered the Chud front line behind and engulfed them. Rostislav pushed forward without a single soldier.

"My lord, look over there!"

When Rostislav used the horsepower to use the spare spear handed by Jan to penetrate the scale armor of the Chude warrior in front of him and pull out the bloody spear, Jan's voice came and woke him up from the battle.

Following the voice, Rostislav saw a group of heavily armed Chud warriors forming a battle group in the center of the camp, and they were protecting Alar, the co-lord of the Estonian tribes, and Alar Next to it is the banner commanding the whole army.

In front of them, the tribal people are desperately resisting the attackers.

If Aral was panicked now, at least he didn't express it on his face. The co-lords of the various ministries looked as usual, still calmly commanding the soldiers around him, and calling for more Chude people to come closer.

This obviously changed the shaky situation, and the panicked people regained their confidence somewhat after seeing this scene, and gathered under the battle flag again.

Rostislav's brain, which was controlled by the killing, was able to wake up all of a sudden. Did he unknowingly enter the center of the enemy?
Rostislav, who had calmed down, observed the entire battlefield, and then heaved a sigh of relief. Although they continued to advance, because the Chuds were almost defeated in front of the cavalry, the infantry still followed the prince's footsteps. His cavalry It's not like going deep alone.

The soldiers followed the prince's cavalry panting, and their armor was covered with blood, but everyone's eyes were burning with fighting intent, as if they wanted to burn all the enemies. They were all leftovers from the battle just now , This should make these warriors very upset, they were actually robbed of the limelight by a group of teenagers.

At this time, Rostislav was also able to see the identities of the reinforcements that his grandfather had kept silent. All he saw were soldiers, who spoke Norse, and kept shouting about Odin and Yahweh.

Norse?Grandpa called a Viking team?
Rostislav thought so, but immediately he put these things behind him, because he had a more important thing to do - take Aral's head!
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(End of this chapter)