king of ros

Chapter 34 The Call of War
On the wooden wall, the third uncle looked at the nomadic army flying the light yellow flag in front of him, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth. He was trapped in the city before he could gather the strength of the border area in time. There were a large number of people who should have been staunch defenders of the city They were scattered outside like this, and we could only hope that they would arrive at other fortress towns in time, otherwise the nomadic army would not let them go.

On the city wall, soldiers are busy carrying all kinds of war supplies up. Most of the citizens wear armed clothing (cotton armor) and leather armor, and some wear chain mail—the city’s handicraft industry allows them to obtain better weapons.

But the peasants are much poorer. The better ones wear armed clothing or leather armor, and the worse ones go into battle directly with fur hats on their heads.

But now, under the pressure of the Pollway Sub-Army, everyone is very nervous. Although many people have experienced many battles, it is the first time for many people to see such a huge army, so they are inevitably attracted by it. Deterrence.

Third Uncle's personal soldiers are better equipped. They wear armor, ring armor, and leather armor with iron plates. Some wear iron helmets with chain armor veils on their heads, but their number is too small to to a tenth of this army.

Outside the city walls, herdsmen wearing fur clothing and equipped with scimitars and bows constitute the main body of the nomadic army, but the nobles and warriors among them are well equipped, equipped with iron masks and excellent armor, and some of them have horses under their crotch. They can also wear leather horse armor, and buff banners fly among them.

"Has the envoy to Kyiv gone?"

The third uncle wore a silver pointed helmet inlaid with bronze inscriptions. He looked solemnly at the army below. The Polovets were using their language to boost morale, and the savage words of the barbarians resounded through the sky.

The archers calmly adjust the bows and arrows in their hands beside the battlements. These archers are all veterans of the frontier, and this kind of battle will not scare them.

Among them is a person who has a crossbow in his hand. This powerful weapon is very useful against the heavy armored soldiers among the nomads at a relatively short distance. He is one of the wealthiest citizens of Peicheng, so he can get this rare thing.

"People have gone out, prince."

The accompanying guard replied, which made Vsevolod feel relieved.

"In that case, let's concentrate on facing the grassland army."

Uncle San bit his lip.

"May God bless us and may father come soon."

Under the light yellow banners that covered the sky outside the city, the banner with the Orthodox cross inside the city looked so small. The pagan army had already approached the city, but although it was small, it still fluttered firmly in the sky.

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"War! War is coming!"

Emissaries on horseback galloped past Kyiv's Golden Gate, shouting the news of the coming battle.

"Polovets! Tens of thousands of Polovets are besieging Pereyaslav!"

The Polovts invasion was not something that needed to be concealed. Kyiv was very close to the city of Pei, and nomads could travel from Pei to Kyiv within a day with full gallop.

This caused a wave of panic among the people. The citizens of Kyiv grew up listening to the horrors of the city besieged by steppe wolves, while many elderly people remembered the early days of the "Saints" Vladimir and Yaroslav's struggle with Pe The brutal battle of the Chenegs.

The news of the nomadic invasion was like a whirlwind, spreading through the streets and alleys of Kyiv at a speed that no news could match.

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When Rostislav got the news, he had just finished training on the Kyiv training ground.

At the end of the day's training, the young prince was bathing his steed, brushing his red fur.

Near him, the cavalry either took care of their horses, or rearranged and maintained their weapons. Some nomads under the prince's command were still whispering to their horses, whispering between nomads and horses, while the Greeks were arranging their armor. .

These Greeks are the "dowry" of their wives. Most of the warriors here are warriors from southern Italy.

Therefore, the prince brought these people into the training. The Normans undoubtedly represent the development direction of cavalry warfare in this era. While fighting the Normans, these fighters also absorbed a lot of their combat styles. These experiences are very precious. .

As for the clerks headed by Leo, Leo sent them to manage the property left by his father in Kyiv. He has no place to place them now, so he can only use them with little talent. After all, he can find a few Ross people to deal with them. Isn't it a waste of talents to let a group of Greek bureaucrats do things, but now it can only be arranged in this way temporarily.

The infantry continued their shield wall training on the side. In this era, from the wooden city of Ross to the ramparts of the imperial capital, infantry operations in various regions were not complicated.

The battle of shield wall fighting is more common. In this kind of battle, it is very important to maintain the integrity of the front line. Once there is a gap in the shield wall, the enemy will take advantage of the gap to break through. In contrast, how to break the enemy's shield wall It is the biggest problem every commander faces.

The guards are all professional veterans who are supported by the prince, so forming a shield wall is naturally handy for them, even for the young team members. Layers of shields are smoothly stacked under Gevalan's password.

Behind the shield wall are basically elite personal soldiers holding Danren large axes. These elites are the reserve force for the front line, either to rescue the front row of danger, or as a powerful blow to break through the enemy's front line.

They often also carried a set of javelins, which would provide support to the front line when necessary.

Some newcomers are also trained in it. These people are mainly the children sent by the remnants of their father. They are very happy to let their offspring join the army of "Alexander". After all, wouldn't it be too wasteful to just train the veterans repeatedly? ?

They are also the most scolded people in this shield wall, after all, they cannot be compared with these veterans who are skilled in war.

The training of the cavalry was led by Rostislav himself, and the training for these hundred people was much more complicated.

Rostislav required the entire cavalry to advance in a tidy, wave-like manner, and the focus of training was on the awareness of discipline, which was what he cared most about.

In Rostislav's plan, these people will become seeds in the future. When he really has the conditions to build a large cavalry team, these people will serve as the backbone to build the large and tight cavalry team in the prince's dream.

The Russians and the Greeks were fine. After all, the "friend cavalry" grew up in Rostislav's training. As for the newcomers, although their skills were poor, at least they obeyed orders.

The Greeks are unfamiliar with the place, so they can only subconsciously approach Rostislav and obey his orders, and these Greeks are very aware of the importance of discipline and formation.

But those herdsmen were annoyed. These prairie brats didn't have that much patience. If Rostislav hadn't directly defeated these people one by one and convinced them, they would have gone to hell long ago.

Just when the prince finished washing his horse, a hurried cavalry caught everyone's eyes. He carried a trident flag symbolizing the Grand Duke of Kyiv, and came on behalf of the Grand Duke.

"Lord Rostislav, the Grand Duke requests you to go to the Vladimir Palace in Kyiv immediately, the war is coming! The Polovets have invaded!"

Rostislav couldn't help being taken aback. He didn't expect the war to come so quickly. In his impression, the Polovites shouldn't have invaded so early in history.

However, considering that the Estonian war a year ago was also without history, he was relieved. It is normal for the butterfly wings flapping by him as a traverser to have some impact different from history. Naturally, he is not afraid of these, so he can deal with them naturally.

He was also unambiguous, and handed over the troops to Gevalan for management, while he went to attend the war conference at the Vladimir Palace.

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(End of this chapter)