Now that they have arrived outside the city gate, it is time for the Russians and Poles to separate. After all, their camps are on separate sides.
"Lord Xicech, I think we can cooperate after we control our respective troops. What I have experienced today makes me sure that things will not be simple. At least it will not end with just this urban riot."
Rostislav looked at the city that was filled with flames and all kinds of noises. Today, there was another trap, there was a short-term riot, and the city gate was controlled. This didn't feel right no matter how you thought about it.
And the people who can do all this are definitely not weak in energy, and they are enemies that need to be taken seriously.
In front of them, the chaos was even more serious. All kinds of crimes were flooding the camps outside the city, and some people lit fires.
"Lord Rostislav, please understand that I am just a vassal of His Majesty Boleslaw. I am different from you. There are some things that I cannot do, and I must quickly lead troops to protect His Majesty the King."
Faced with the request of the Prince of Moscow, Sichech chose to refuse because, as he said, some things were really not what he should do.
Rostislav is a member of Rurik, but he is not a Piast descendant. Doing the same thing will have two results.
"In that case, let's just say goodbye."
In this way, the Russians and Poles marched separately. The prince of Moscow also understood the difficulties on the other side. Since he was unwilling, he could gather and disperse in order to meet next time.
Next Rostislav walked through the chaotic temporary camp, which was also ruled by chaos like the city, and all kinds of ugly acts were performed in front of people.
But for the same reason, the thugs here did not dare to provoke Rostislav's heavily armed team.
However, Rostislav discovered some very interesting sights here. The pagans who had disappeared before were all active.
Rostislav saw several pagan priests walking through the crowd carrying blasphemous totems, saying all kinds of blasphemous words about Christ.
It's a pity that even these guys would just avoid Prince Rus' cavalry when they saw them. Originally, Rustislav had planned to fight hard.
If he had time, Rostislav would definitely lead the army to clear out these guys. The infidels who caused trouble would definitely not be allowed to stay, but now he was anxious to control the army.
However, when he arrived at the camp, what Rostislav saw was a scene that surprised him. The camp was surrounded by nomadic horse archers, and these guys kept throwing arrows at the camp.
On the walls of the camp, crossbowmen and archers were also fighting back, but their numbers were too few compared to those archers.
Rostislav did not hesitate at all. He directly led his men and his personal entourage into the nomadic cavalry. There was no preparation for these nomads who suddenly appeared.
Someone raised a short bow to try to block the sword, but in the end both the short bow and the cavalry were killed.
After all, the most effective way of fighting for cavalry is to rush to kill. Although the number of Russian cavalry who entered the array is much less than them. After all, these guys' weapons and armors cannot compare with the Russians. The nomads are as crazy as wheat facing a sickle.
Fall down.
Finally, these horse archers collapsed. They were unprepared for this sudden attack from behind, and their morale quickly collapsed. Then they ran away.
Nomads are always very powerful when running, and they disappear in front of everyone in a short while.
And as the nomads disappeared, a burst of cheers rang out in the camp. How could everyone in the Ross camp not know Rostislav? His martial name had long been resounding throughout Russia.
Now the people who can see him are naturally very excited, and this also lets them know that Rostislav is not in vain.
The door slowly opened, and Rostislav stepped in. The officers in the camp also gathered around, speaking words of admiration. After all, Rostislav had just demonstrated his martial arts skills.
Rostislav, on the other hand, did not dwell on these praises for long; he still remembered what he was here for.
Moreover, he still had too many questions in his heart that needed to be answered. He found Yang among the crowd of Moscow princes and pulled his old friend to his side.
"Yang, what's going on here? Why are there so many nomadic cavalry?"
At this moment, Yang had a look of confusion on his face. He shook his head subconsciously to show that he didn't know, and started talking about their experiences during this period.
"Everything was normal at first, and then we saw a fire in the city. We subconsciously wanted to go to the city to help put out the fire, but that's when those nomadic cavalry appeared. They kept shooting arrows around the camp. We didn't dare to see this.
Attack rashly. You also know that there is no one here who can make a decision, so we are surrounded until now, so we can only be lucky that you are here."
The situation Yang mentioned was also very helpless. There was no Prince Rurik in the camp, so naturally nothing could be done.
"This is really... Damn, there is definitely a big conspiracy. To rectify the troops, there will probably be some kind of war next. We will also send people to Edward and the empire to ask them to rectify the troops as well."
Rostislav felt more and more that there was a big conspiracy. He did not expect that those pagans actually had armed forces outside the city to support them. He originally thought they were causing trouble inside the city.
This matter is really getting bigger and bigger, and the more outrageous it is, the more outrageous it is.
Faced with the orders of the Prince of Moscow, everyone subconsciously obeyed, including the uncles' subordinates, who also obeyed Rostislav.
Rostislav is a member of the Rurik family. Now that his elders are gone and facing war, he can naturally command everyone, and everyone is willing to obey.
And more importantly, Rostislav's martial name has long been resounding throughout Russia, so everyone here is willing to obey a commander who can always bring victory. If Rostislav is just an ordinary prince, then naturally no one will pay attention to him.
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Just when Rostislav was making urgent preparations, he suddenly heard deafening blasts of horns outside the wooden wall. The sound was melodious and deep, as if it represented something ancient.
Prince Rus quickly climbed up to the sentry tower in the camp and looked in the direction of the sound.
In that direction, he saw a large army appearing on the horizon, and countless weapons were shining under the sun.
"God, this is really... getting bigger and bigger."