king of ros

Chapter 39

As the Rus people waited, the night became darker, and the Polovets seemed to be at supper time, and the herdsmen who were still awake took out cheese and ate it with wild vegetable soup.

Some people also have roasted hares and deer, which should be hunted by themselves, but most of them can only eat cheese and drink wild vegetable soup after all. Many people talk about their plunder, and the words of the barbarians are full of words. Killing pride.

Finally, the leader that Rostislav had been thinking of appeared. It was a prairie man wrapped in armor, with a Polovts iron mask on his face, and an iron helmet on his head. Shouting, and the herdsmen obediently obeying orders, Rostislav confirmed his identity.

"Okay, let's get ready."

The prince turned up and down the rock and got on his red horse. Seeing this, the riders who were either waiting for a rest or sharpening their weapons also boarded their horses one after another. They knew that the battle was about to begin.

The infantry also stood up one after another, and many of them were still nervous about the battle. For many people here, this was their first battle.

"Everyone, come with me, let's get rid of these grassland invaders! God will protect us and win the war against the heathen!"

Rostislav draws his sword, cheering up the soldiers

"God bless!"

And everyone's answer was so firm, everyone's spirits were high, and they were eager to fight the herdsmen immediately.

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The Russian cavalry quickly appeared on the ridge, and after the cavalry, the infantry followed up in an orderly manner. The archers calmly adjusted the bowstring, and the crossbowmen nervously wound and loaded.

Jan Vishavic blew the horn symbolizing war, which caused all eyes in the camp below to look up the ridge, and then the Polovets saw the fully armed Rus.

Just when they were surprised by the appearance of the Ross people, a round of arrows covered their heads, killing several people immediately, and the rest were thrown off their feet. Those who hadn't been hit by the arrows subconsciously hurriedly searched for a shelter that could be used. In the confusion some torches fell on the tents and set them ablaze, adding to the chaos and the panic.

However, some responsible warriors and chieftains did not forget their responsibilities, and tried their best to gather the nomads. Most of them wore heavy armor, and the arrows did not pose a great threat to them. The panicked herdsmen found the backbone and gathered towards them.

At this moment the Ross cavalry began to gallop, and they wanted to crush the Polovites before they could get together. The infantry followed closely behind, and the front line was pressed into the camp.

This section of the road was very short, and the Russians soon came to the camp. Rostislav took the lead, raised his bow and shot at a heavily armed Kipchak cavalry.

The arrow hit the man's face directly, and the prairie warrior returned to Tengger before he could do anything, and the herdsmen gathered around him immediately dispersed.And the other assembled nomadic warriors became more and more shaken under the impact of the Ross cavalry.

"Onward, Rus! Onward, Christian!"

Rostislav yelled the war cry, encouraging the soldiers to step up the fight, and quickly mounted the arrow again and shot it out. This arrow hit the face under the iron helmet again, and another Polovite warrior fell down.

Rostislav did not continue to shoot, but deftly put the bow and arrow into the quiver on the saddle, took the riding spear on the other side, laid it flat, and started galloping.

The knight in the armored vest thrust his spear at his chest with both hands, but Rostislav was faster, and the spear penetrated the knight's armor before the spear, and the armor could not resist the blow, Poirot. The whole body of the Wetz warrior was stabbed, blood splashed everywhere, but Rostislav's riding spear also broke.

The prince simply dropped the broken spear, drew out the long sword, and raised the shield. Then he raised the long sword high, and circled it flexibly with his wrist, which meant to order all the troops to fight at will, and no longer need to follow him—because nomads The front line of the attackers has been broken up, and then they can just disperse and hunt down.

After Rostislav, his cavalry rushed into the battlefield one after another. Most of the nomads were unable to get on their horses in time, so they could only engage in unfavorable foot combat with the attackers. Most of them did not have the concept of formation, so they were naturally drawn. The Ross cavalry rushed in a panic, as if they had carried out a massacre, and now they are the target of the massacre.

Ross's nomadic cavalry and Greek horse archers held bows and arrows, leisurely shooting down one panicked herdsman after another. The nomadic cavalry would not show mercy just because they were nomads. There were so many killings on the grassland, but for the Greeks The fighting is like hunting, and the intensity is much lower than fighting against the Normans.

The Russian infantry entered the battlefield, and they lined up in a generally neat formation, overwhelming them with overwhelming momentum, and the fragmentary Polovets were continuously harvested by them, and no one could stop them from advancing.

Many recruits who step onto the battlefield for the first time are very excited, especially when they keep winning and bringing down one enemy after another.

Archers and crossbowmen were mixed with the infantry, and they shot arrows at the enemy's stubborn resistance.

Facing the powerful crossbow arrows, even the iron men wrapped in heavy armor are hard to resist, and these iron men are the core of the battle line. Without the warriors and leaders who are the backbone, the herdsmen can only be defeated.

Rostislav had just stabbed a shepherd in the heart who was trying to cut off his reins, and the guy wanted to knock him off balance and fall off his horse, only Prince Ross was quicker.

The prince pulled out his sword, and the leather hat spurted a lot of blood. Then he smashed the shield on the head of the herdsman on the other side, and then sealed his throat with a sword. Most of the herdsmen did not have the capital to configure a throat guard—although Ross It's about the same here.

During the battle, Rostislav saw his flag officer Yang split the head of a brown-haired warrior with his tomahawk, and then slashed left and right, killing Polovets and fleeing in all directions. fly.

And Granwa holds his two-handed Danren axe. Whether it is an ordinary herdsman or a warrior armed to the teeth, the fate before this axe is death.

The nomads did not sit still, a reckless Polovets warrior gathered some cavalry, and he rushed towards the Ross infantry line with self-sustained force and mindlessness.

It's a pity that when they reached the front line of the Ross people, a burst of sharp javelins fell like raindrops from the sky. Their horses were hit one after another and fell to the ground wailing.

As for the Polovts warrior in iron armor, even if he had an iron armor to protect his body, he could not change the fate of death. A few javelins directly shattered the overlapping iron plates that he relied on as a barrier.

And behind the iron sheet is his body, the body that has lost its protection.

Although these javelins are very simple, and even just use a branch to mount a low-quality spearhead, their impact cannot be underestimated. Being hit by this thing at this distance, your armor is useless.

In the melee, Prince Ross finally found his target, but the opponent sent him a javelin first. Rostislav raised his shield to block the blow, but instead of rushing forward immediately, he sheathed his sword, and then Pull out the javelin and return the color.

The javelin passed over the leader's shield and just hit his helmet. Although the helmet bounced off the javelin, the leader of Polovy took off his helmet and mask in a panic, as well as the bleeding forehead. I knew he was very uncomfortable.

The Polovite chief was tall and strong, wearing chain mail, with chain bracers on his arms, and carrying a sharp machete. His helmet fell off from Rostislav's blow, and his hair was black. The blood on the forehead was continuously flowing.

Rostislav drew his sword and drove his horse forward, and rode around the Polovts, and the Polovts also turned around, constantly swiping the knife to protect himself and at the same time attacking the Rus on the horse. Like a windmill, the sharp blades kept hitting each other, making a crisp sound.

Rostislav gradually felt impatient during the battle, but he had to raise his spirits to fight this person, but at this moment, this person suddenly slipped on the sole of his foot without knowing what happened, and fell heavily to the ground .

Rostislav would not let such an opportunity pass, he immediately drove his horse forward, and drove the red steed to trample on him. The Polovite leader was also unable to dodge, and was trampled several times by the horse, and blood flowed from his mouth. Spewing out, it immediately lost its fighting power.

The prince then got off his horse and pressed the guy hard, only then did he notice that the Polovts' eyes were also black.

Rostislav kicked away his scimitar, and then unloaded the dagger, and then several soldiers stepped forward to restrain the leader of Polovy, and tied him tightly with the rope he carried with him.

After catching the target, Rostislav stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. The surrounding battle had also come to an end. The resisting nomads had fallen to the ground, a small number of them were captured, and more escaped on horseback. .

The Rus didn't chase either, it's too dangerous to chase the nomads in the dark, let them run, the Rus have got what they want.

The camp is full of corpses of the dead, which is the fate of the losers, while the victors are either cheering, or looking for everything that can be used as trophies on the corpses, and some people are busy repairing the enemy's wounded And restrain the wounded with a handful of one's own side.

The Ross people also began to extinguish the fires that had ignited on the tents in the camp. After all, these things are their trophies now. How could they let the trophies be burned?

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(End of this chapter)