king of ros

Chapter 573 The death of the hero
In order to allow the troops to board the ship directly, Monomakh set up his barracks on the coastline of Georgia. These days, various soldiers have been gathering and filling the beach.

Most of the conscripts have bitter faces. The war has made everyone exhausted, the equipment is extremely poor, and the worst thing is their morale. Ever since the defeat in Baghdad, Monomakh has not been loved by people look good.

Although his suppression of the inside is still like cutting melons and vegetables, this cannot make up for his reputation in foreign wars, and the fear accumulated in the suppression of the inside will be very terrifying if it breaks out.

"...According to preliminary estimates, there are 12514 soldiers who have arrived on this beach, more than half of them are Georgians, and there are still many troops who have not come."

The adjutant reported the current size of the army, which gave Monomacher a toothache. The assembled force was less than half of his worst expectation.

"Send someone to urge, and then warn those who are unwilling to move. If they are unwilling to move, then we will help them move. At that time, their families will have to be divided into five horses, and then thrown piece by piece to other resisters. Inside the castle."

The conqueror said these words coldly, as if he was discussing what to eat today. As a conqueror who drives his subordinates with fear, all this has become his daily routine.

"Where are Anton and Radko? Oleg's soldiers arrived yesterday, and they are almost here."

Yesterday Oleg sent 3000 people to the camp. Real relatives are reliable. Even though Oleg was unwilling to go north to fight Rostislav, he still sent most of his troops to show his support for his relatives.

Now at least 8000 people can be obtained from Anton and Radko, and at least [-] can be made up with these people.

Walking out of the tent, Monomacher followed the noisy voice, surrounded by [-] fully armed guards, they guarded Monomahe in the center, and pushed away all those who stood in the way - Monomacher was very Knowing that he has many enemies, he is on guard anytime, anywhere.

However, he is also very clear that when the trumpet sounds, the plan will be abandoned, but the reason is this, and the plan must be done—if he does not continue to deduce various situations, how can he give himself the confidence to carry out this war.

"Rebels? Destroying bridges? Am I listening to some joke? Are there still such a large number of rebels in the country?"

Subconsciously, Monomacher sensed that something was wrong. It was a very wonderful feeling, visible but intangible, but since he benefited from it, he firmly followed this feeling.

"Well...today the guards increase twice."

Monomakh immediately realized that something was wrong, and called the guards to get closer, but his shout was still too slow, because the surging crowd directly pushed Monomahe and the guards apart.

This sentence was the trigger for everything, and the people with weapons immediately started to fight. Everyone regarded this as the signal of the beginning of the battle, so the blood began to flow, and the dead fell to the ground.

The people outside immediately went to execute it, and then there was a flurry of hands and feet, while Monomakh rested in his tent for a while, thinking about his next strategy for going to the north: those grassy areas of Temutorokan did not use it at all. Worried, it can be used as a springboard smoothly, and then the first thing is to occupy Kersun. It doesn't matter if you offend the Eastern Empire for this, you must get a stable base of operations for Beishang, and then follow the Dnieper River...

The one who rescued Monomakh was an Armenian. He came from the Armenian Apostolic Church and was recommended by Amvrosi as a channel for Monomakh to communicate with the Armenians. This person also did a very good job. Very good at appeasing the Armenians.

Monomakh thought about it, and took out a map, which was depicting his hometown of Ross. This map came from a workshop in Kyiv. It is said that Rostislav personally supervised it. He spent a lot of money on this thing.

But Monomakh firmly believed that Rostislav must have better things in his hands, but for now, these are quite enough.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "The Turks are attacking! Kill them!"

"Your Majesty, there is trouble outside! Georgians and Turks are fighting!"

Monomacher questioned like a cannonball, which immediately made the young adjutant unable to cope, and finally he could only stammer, "This is what the two adults explained."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Monomacher, the two lords wrote to say that the rebels on their way destroyed the bridge, and now they can only repair and move forward, so the speed has been slowed down a lot."

How could it be that Monomacher was well aware of the conflict between the two, so he separated them in the first place?
"We need your arrival. If this continues, it may turn into a large-scale fire."

He is very clear that he is gambling, gambling his life, so he is 12 points vigilant and careful to ensure that all details are under control.

The closer they got, the more people gathered. Seeing that these people were holding weapons, Monomacher also became nervous. If these people fought, it would definitely be a large-scale firefight.

After a while of fighting, Monomakh felt a little exhausted, because it was all close-range fighting here, and he didn't have any armor.

Monomacher looked at the map, and the scenes on the battlefield kept appearing in his mind. In fact, he had completed this plan for a long time, but it was irresistible, and Monomacher would always take it out and repeat it.

So while he sent people to gather more people, he asked the guards to speed up to rush to the center of the matter. According to his experience, as long as the matters there were resolved, the potential fire would also be resolved.

It's just that as they got closer to the center of the matter, the crowd became more and more crowded, and the pushing and pushing of the guards made the dissatisfaction in the crowd more and more serious, and some people were even overthrown to the ground.

"It's also possible that some new rebels have emerged...um...something is wrong...send someone to urge them to come as soon as possible."

Just when Monomacher was feeling a little desperate, suddenly a person grabbed his shoulder, Monomacher almost gave the man a sword, but fortunately he saw his face clearly, and then the man took him away from this mess, Hide behind a tent where no one notices.

"Your Majesty, we must get out of here as soon as possible."

The answer made Monomach slap his head. Damn, it seems that there is no other way but to go.

Although there are usually such delays, Monomacher feels that something is wrong.

Now he has not thought that these two have other thoughts. After all, over the past few decades, Anton and Radko have contributed a lot to Monomacher's career, and they have been regarded as their own. Will not rebel.

It's just that his deduction didn't go smoothly this time. At the beginning, a burst of noise came in. Monomacher didn't pay attention to it at first. There is always such a sound in the barracks, but then the sound became louder and louder. It's getting louder and louder.

"What? Didn't you separate them? How about the extent?"

After the adjutant withdrew, Monomacher pondered for a while, and then gave such an order, he felt that there was no mistake.

At this time, no one cares who you are. In a fire, if you die in it, you can only be considered unlucky, and you can’t blame others, so Monomacher quickly drew his sword and split all the guys around who wanted to get close. People don't care who the person in front of them is, if they see it, they will kill it.

The monk said, and Monomacher looked at the chaos, and then he saw his guards advancing towards this chaotic killing field, which made Monomacher excited, but he didn't make a sound, the guards will take care of everything , It's not good to expose yourself now.

Just as he was about to turn around and tell the news to the person who saved his life, he felt a sharp pain behind him, and the last thing he heard before losing consciousness was the monk's whisper.

"Rostislav of Kyiv sends you his regards."

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(End of this chapter)