Ross's army rushed out of the city gate, and countless horses followed the wise prince. The momentum was so great that it seemed like the heaven and earth were shaking.
Marching in the dark night is an extremely difficult task, but the flames of the Chude Camp undoubtedly pointed the way forward, and countless swordsmen rushed towards the place shrouded in the flames of war.
The advancing Ross people soon encountered the enemy, who were the tribesmen who had just escaped from the chaotic camp. Now they had just emerged from the sea of fire and entered the wolf's den, and bumped into Ross's weapon.
The Chude people shouted in panic when they saw the Ross army, but the brave men among them still stood arrogantly in front of everyone. These old warriors knew very well that only by defeating the Ross people in front of them could they win a chance of survival, so they would fight to the end.
Bar!
And Ross's horses trampled over without hesitation. These Chude people were knocked down, trampled, and killed. Their blood was the first victory of the day for the Ross people.
Rostislav's spear thrust upwards hard, and the enemy who was fleeing in panic was nailed to the ground, and the prince's spear was also released.
The next moment, the prince drew his sword and stabbed the enemy who tried to fight back to death. The tip of the sword bit into the body under the cloth, and blood spurted out.
When Rostislav killed two people in a row, he looked up and found that the battle was over.
In just one charge, they defeated hundreds of Chude people. The battlefield was full of corpses of barbarians. Farther away, broken soldiers were fleeing for their lives. The pungent smell of rust and painful shouts were scattered in the air.
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"Vishatar, Rostislav, take your men and move on."
The Grand Duke, who was covered in blood, walked up and made the next arrangements, but his eyes were fixed on the Chude camp in the melee.
"Grand Duke, why don't you join us in the attack?"
Such voices came from among the soldiers, and people were eager for the Grand Duke to lead them to continue fighting.
"Because I am the commander-in-chief, not a cavalry officer. Okay, go and carry out your mission!"
The power of the Grand Duke was fully demonstrated. The words of the owner of the Kiev Throne were full of irresistible meaning. Everyone immediately no longer had any objections and followed the Grand Duke's orders to fight towards the chaotic battlefield.
Rostislav, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes. His grandfather behaved very well, but some things could not be hidden from future generations. Although a wise man was scheming and good at operations, he was never a good general on the battlefield.
The performance of the Grand Duke today allowed Rostislav to confirm this, but it is not important now. The most important thing next is to lead the army into the enemy's formation and take off the enemy chief's head!
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The attack of the Rus people put the Chude people directly into a siege on two sides. Rus's troops broke through the fortifications built by the Chude people with hard work and attacked their unsuspecting rear.
The Chude people's siege fortifications were very well built, and all the ditches and ditches for the horses were well-equipped. Unfortunately, no one was guarding such good fortifications, so they were easily demolished by the Rus. The cavalry put the lasso on the horses.
Then he drove his horse and pulled the handle away.
"Go forward! Russians! Kill them all!"
Rostislav had put on a new lance, and he was galloping through the Chud military camp, killing the howling and panicked enemies one after another.
Prince Nuocheng was the first Russian to enter the camp. He and his followers passed through the fortifications demolished by the soldiers and ran directly through the gates filled with deserters, creating a path of flesh and blood.
Facing Rostislav's attack, the proud enemies retreated one after another and did not dare to fight the Russians. The attack in the dark night had completely demoralized them, and they naturally did not have the courage to deal with this new attack.
Both sides of Rostislav's path forward were burning shacks. This was the barbarian's disorganized and debris-filled camp. As long as the fire started, it would spread very quickly, like a wild beast running wildly.
Generally covering the entire military camp.
From time to time, you can see burning hapless people running past screaming, and then being stabbed to death by the Russians or thrown into the fire again. The screams of the burned ones are so painful that even those who have experienced battles are unwilling to listen.
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The warriors among the Chud people also worked hard to gather warriors to fight the new enemies. However, when Rostislav and his followers shot rounds of arrows with their riding bows, these enemies who were already shaken in their will immediately dispersed.
The prince of Nuocheng no longer remembers the plan or the overall situation. The fighting one after another made his adrenaline almost explode. He remembered that his father once said this feeling. Is it the so-called "thrill of battle"? He now feels it
When he arrived, he was immersed in it. He just wanted to kill more enemies.
His mind has been occupied by the desire to fight, and the constant influx of waves of weak enemies also satisfies his needs. As long as the cavalry rushes to kill or knock over one or two people, the rest will immediately collapse. Next
It's just a joyous killing.
In his opinion, the Chud people's counterattack was so weak. Rostislav was stabbed in the chest several times by spearmen, but the closely overlapping steel pieces blocked the attack, and the stupid man would be killed in the next moment.
He got off his horse and was hit by several arrows, but the steel pieces easily deflected them away.
Just like chasing ducks, the Russians drove forward the broken troops. The broken troops dispersed the Chud front line in the rear and trapped them. Rostislav advanced like this without spending a single soldier.
"Sir, look over there!"
When Rostislav used his horse power to penetrate the scales of the Chud warrior in front of him with the spare spear handed over by Yang, and pulled out the bloody spear, Yang's voice came, waking 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 Aral, the co-leader of the Estonian tribes, and Aral
Next to it is the banner commanding the entire army.
In front of them, the tribesmen were desperately resisting the attackers.
If Alar was panicking now, at least he didn't express it on his face. The co-leaders of the tribes 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. Seeing this scene, the panicked people regained their confidence to some extent and rallied under the battle flag again.
Rostislav's brain, which had been controlled by the killing, suddenly came to his senses. Had he unknowingly entered the center of the enemy?
After calming down, Rostislav observed the entire battlefield, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Although they continued to advance, because the Chud people were defeated in front of the cavalry, the infantry still kept up with the prince. His cavalry
It's not like we're going in alone.
The soldiers were panting and following the prince's cavalry, their armors were covered with blood, but everyone's eyes were burning with fighting spirit, as if they wanted to burn all the enemies. In the battle just now, they were just picking up the leftovers of the cavalry.
, this should make these warriors very unhappy. They were actually upstaged by a group of teenagers.
At this time, Rostislav was also able to see the identities of the reinforcements that his grandfather had never told. All he saw were soldiers, speaking in Norse, and war cries about Odin and Jehovah kept ringing out.
Norse? Grandfather called a group of Vikings?
Rostislav thought this way, but he immediately put these things behind him, because he had a more important thing to do - take down Aral's head!