king of ros

Chapter 64 The Time of Victory
The rain of arrows bathed in the fighting battlefield, the arrows bit into the flesh and pierced the steel, no matter the enemy or the enemy, they were treated equally and given an equal death.

Svyatoslav's body seemed to have been soaked in blood. The blood of the enemy and his own people were sprinkled on it. The once shiny chain mail lived up to the dazzling splendor of the past. A warrior wallowing in blood.

The second uncle of Prince Ross led the cavalry directly to the most intense battlefield, desperately blocking the advance of the Polovites. As a prince, he took the lead and greatly encouraged the soldiers on the battlefield, but unfortunately the mount was hit by a spear and the rider was thrown off. The second uncle had to fight on foot.

Sviatoslav understood that everything he could do had already been done, and now he just had to fight with all his might and behead the intruder. , let the Polovets flee before them.

But now he is numb and tired after the battle, his limbs are like being filled with lead, and he can't lift his strength. What's coming is nothing but exhaustion. The sword in his hand is curled due to countless chops, and the chain mail doesn't know. It is a miracle to be able to persist until now, despite how many heavy blows he has withstood.

The second uncle understands that if this continues, he will inevitably end up in the end of the people who belong to the battlefield. He began to think about whether he should retreat. Now he has withdrawn to Kyiv and still holds the power of the city to deal with any possible situation.

And if he was lucky, he would also be able to take in those things that he had been longing for for a long time, things that Sviatoslav never dared to say...

But just as the second uncle was thinking, a burst of noise came to his ears, and he saw soldiers around him who also looked like blood men excitedly pointing at something in the distance.

Sviatoslav followed and saw that the flag of Marshal Polovy had disappeared without a trace. The flag of St. George was flying there, and beside the flag of St. George was the raised An ornate helmet, he knew it belonged to that Polovets Khan.

"That kid Rostislav actually solved the enemy's coach. I really underestimated him."

Subconsciously, the second uncle murmured, his face was full of astonishment. In his subconscious mind, although this junior performed well, he would never have made such a great achievement. If he had known this...

But soon he put his thoughts behind him, they were on the battlefield!We have to finish the fight sometime!He realized that this was a great opportunity, a chance to turn things around.

The people of Polovets panicked because of this scene. The disappearance of the commander-in-chief flag and the display of the commander-in-chief's helmet as a trophy were a huge blow to them. It can be contained, because those commanders are all running away.

The second uncle raised the sword in his hand and shouted with all his might:

"Forward! Rus! Their khan is dead! Victory is at hand!"

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"Forward! Rus! Their khan is dead! Victory is at hand!"

Just as Svyatoslav shouted loudly, the same shout sounded in the central army. Of course, the wise man noticed the great change in the Polovets army formation and seized this opportunity.

The morale of the Ross soldiers exploded because their own flag was flying behind the enemy, and their hesitation and cowardice disappeared after seeing that scene.

In contrast, the nomads were defeated, and most of the attacking right-wingers were chieftains and warriors. Glory allowed many of them to persevere, but the ordinary herdsmen didn’t care how many they had. If the sweat was dead, what would they fight and run away? Running for their lives is the right way, and they don't want to lose their lives because of it.

In this way, the herdsmen left the fighting enemies in front of them, turned their horses and fled. No matter how hard the warriors tried to stop them, no one obeyed their orders. On the contrary, some people were knocked off their horses and trampled to death.

The fleeing of the Polovets was very chaotic. Some people even injured their comrades or their horses in order to delay the pursuit. Some panicked nomadic cavalry even killed each other in order to fight for the road.

Waves of Ross's arrows rained into these chaotic places, and countless Polovites died under the flesh-biting arrows. The corpses of people and horses were piled up layer after layer, but then more and more Many corpses fell on top, forming an incomparably huge mountain of corpses.

All the people in Polovts who saw that scene lost their courage, fear filled their hearts, and no one insisted on it anymore. Glory and victory disappeared like bubbles in the flight.

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"Look at these Polovets, it's ridiculous how they're running."

Rostislav saw a wave of arrows raining down on a group of fleeing cavalry who did not look at them, saw the men and horses shot into a sieve, and watched the survivors flee in all directions, and he felt great pleasure.

With St. George's flag as the center, the Ross people formed a circular shield wall to prevent nomadic cavalry from all over the place. Archers and crossbowmen stood behind the shield and shot arrows at all enemies within range.

After admiring the embarrassment of the Polovets, Rostislav looked up at the high-hanging helmet. He couldn't help but feel a pity. The Khan's body had been completely trampled to pieces. They only found the helmet in the end. , I had to just hang it, but fortunately the effect is similar.

"Congratulations on your victory, Your Highness Rostislav."

The captain of the guards with a bandage on his head still sent cautious words of congratulations as always. Unfortunately, Gevalan was hit by a tomahawk in the helmet during the battle. The man only had a little skin on his head, but the helmet was cracked. The huge ruby ​​also fell on the battlefield and was picked up by someone.

Although he said it was so calm, the captain of the personal army secretly sighed in his heart, this His Highness has made such achievements in battle at such an age, his future must be extremely bright, and he really did the right thing back then.

"This is not my personal victory, but the result of the soldiers' hard work. Gevalan, without your help, I would not have achieved this victory. Each of you deserves the glory of victory. Share the spoils I got with everyone."

The prince's answer made Gevalan a little astonished. Rostislav had won such a big victory at such a young age. He thought he should be proud, but the humility he showed was really... surprising.

The act of distributing the spoils makes people feel heart-warming. Soldiers have to exchange their lives with gold, silver and feelings. Only by constantly giving favors and treating each other sincerely on weekdays can there be today's fighters who fight to the death. Fighting to the death is a tribute to the usual favors. In return, now that Prince Ross has to distribute the spoils to everyone, why can't the captain of the bodyguard warm his heart.

"Your Highness Rostislav! Your Highness Rostislav!"

At this moment, Rostislav's flag officer Yang came with his cavalry. Yang was sent by him just now to lead an army to raid the camp of the Polovets. The most important thing is to make sure that the enemy has not assembled again.

Rostislav himself did not leave the battle because he needed to sit here, supervise the army to block the deserters from the tide, and guard this key strategic node.The cavalry came back earlier than he expected, which made Prince Ross realize that Yang might have found something important, so he rushed to meet him.

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(End of this chapter)