The Chude people's counterattack was desperate and resolute, but the first thing they encountered was not the sword in front of them, but the crossbow arrows with huge kinetic energy.
In the blood mist that exploded in an instant, five people were pierced by crossbow arrows, and the momentum directly pinned them to the wall, followed by the blood splashed on the wall.
Those five people were not dead, but they were now even more miserable than dead. They could only howl at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately, this did not alleviate the pain.
The Chude people in the hall couldn't help but look over. This sight immediately shattered the bloody courage that the Chude people had accumulated. Everyone who had just thought of fighting the Ross people to the end was filled with fear at this moment. They had once been afraid of this.
The fearlessness of death is as if it never existed.
"ah!"
The dazed Chud warrior's arm was cut off by Rostislav. The man tried to cover the wound in vain, but the prince kicked the dead man over and sent him to meet his gods with a sword strike.
Looking at the fear in the enemy's eyes, Rostislav couldn't help but sigh that his grandfather's little trick was really useful. He fired a ballista at the broken door and wiped out the bloody courage of this group of people who were determined to fight to the death.
If it weakens again and is exhausted three times, it will be difficult for them to muster the will to fight.
The Ross soldiers rushed past the prince and pounced on the frightened Chude people, but the Chude people no longer had the courage to fight against the soldiers who looked like tigers and wolves.
Accompanied by screams and collisions, the scythe of death cut across mercilessly. The guards fell one after another, and blood covered the ground.
Facing the Ross's sword, the Chude people either fled with their heads or were unable to resist. It can be said that victory is only a matter of time, and it only depends on when the Ross people kill all the enemies.
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"So this is Aral?"
Looking at the body dragged up by the soldiers, Rostislav subconsciously grabbed his helmet. He didn't expect that this man died immediately.
"Yes, Your Highness, this is Alar, the warlord of Chude. He received a spear and his heart was directly broken."
The huge ruby on Aral's helmet was very conspicuous, attracting Rostislav's first glance.
As for the armor, it is in very good condition. If you ignore the big hole on the chest, it can even be regarded as something newly produced.
Rostislav was a little dissatisfied. In his idea, he should capture this guy alive first and then chop off his head, so that he could ask for information about the attack on their father and son. However, he did not expect that this Chud warlord would directly lose his life.
But it's just a little dissatisfied. The most important task has always been to remove Alar's head. As for that idea, it is just incidental after all, and you can completely ignore it.
"No matter what, cut off his head first and send it outside. Granval, you do this."
The silent captain of the soldiers raised his ax with both hands, neatly chopped off the head of the corpse, picked up the head and carried it out. As Granva held up the bloody trophy, the sky-shattering cheers rang out.
"Your Highness, I think you should take a look at this."
Just when Prince Nuocheng was about to walk out of the fortress and enjoy his own cheers, the flag-bearer Yang walked down the stairs of the fortress. Yang had just led people to clean up the top of the fortress. It seemed that he did not encounter any enemies. After all, there was no sound of fighting above.
It was reported that there was no blood on his body.
"I found it in Aral's room. I couldn't read it, but it was placed in the center of his desk, as if it was specially meant for us to see, so I brought it."
Just as Yang said, he held the rolled parchment in his hand, and when Rostislav saw the parchment, he thought of something, and hurriedly walked to Yang and took away the parchment.
Untied the silk thread and spread out the parchment. On it was Ross' language, which was something he could understand. There was not much in the letter, but it was very important:
My friend, I am very happy that Vladimir is dead. I will hand over the balance to you soon, but it will take more time. The situation in Kiev is very tense. It will take time for me to provide the supplies. In addition, Yaroslav has decided
He is about to go north. It seems that he plans to take this opportunity to clean up the north. You must be his target. I will bring news when he really sets out. I hope you can seize the opportunity. Finally, may Saint Simon bless your soul.
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"Is that really the case..."
After reading it, Rostislav said quietly, feeling as if a stone had fallen to the ground in his heart. He was finally sure of the existence of the conspiracy. Before seeing this letter, he had wondered several times whether he was too sensitive and had been suspicious all day long.
led to these.
But even though this was something he had been waiting for for a long time, a sense of disappointment still came over him, because he had actually guessed most of the information on it, and the new information he wanted almost didn't exist.
The biggest use of this thing is to prove the existence of the conspiracy, but other than that, it is of no use. The information above was all guessed by him - or can be analyzed through discovery - the person who wrote the letter is really
It is watertight, except for the information that must be exposed, no other information is revealed at all.
Prince Nuocheng rolled up the parchment. He planned to give this to his grandfather. Although his grandfather must have thought about this, he still had to give it to him because it was evidence, evidence of the conspiracy.
"Yang, this cannot be leaked."
"I understand everything, Your Highness."
Yang was deeply familiar with his father's philosophy of life, so he didn't ask any questions, he just carried out the task, and he couldn't know what he shouldn't know.
"As for now." Rostislav looked at the broken door and the countless sounds of joy coming from outside the door, "Let me enjoy the glory I deserve."
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Among the cheering crowd outside the main castle, Alar had just had a spear inserted into his head, and the cheers were even louder because of this.
Most people had made more or less money during the war and wanted to go home. However, Aral's death could be said to have announced that the war was coming to an end. Naturally, everyone cheered from the bottom of their hearts.
When Rostislav, who had accomplished this feat, came out, the soldiers began to shout his name. Everyone likes heroes, especially those who are so young.
Next to a burned hut, the soldier who was collecting the corpses stood up and walked to the patrolling soldiers. Both of them were dressed as deputy armed citizens, wearing tattered armed clothes and carrying long contradictory cards. Their bags were filled with collected coins.
of trophies.
"I really didn't expect that Aral would die like this. And that Rostislav, it seems that it was really a mistake to ignore him back then."
"Rostislav was an accident. Who knew this kid was so capable. As for Aral, we shouldn't bet so much on him. Barbarians are unreliable."
"This is not something we should comment on. Watch your mouth. You should go back to Chernihiv as soon as possible and bring the news with you. By the way, do you think Alar will reveal his master?"
"There must be conditions for exposure. Even if the letters are seized, it will be of no use. The master's letters to this barbarian never contain actual information, and nothing can be discovered."
"Are you sure the body has been packed away? This guy is indeed Aral's spy chief, we almost let him run away."
"Everything is packed, let's go."
The two of them walked towards the outside of the mountain fort while chatting. No one stopped them. There were people dressed like this everywhere in the mountain fort. Everyone just thought they were two soldiers who had looted and returned to the camp.
No one knew what the two men had just done, but no one cared what they had done. After all, death and robbery could be seen everywhere in this mountain fortress.