On top of the wooden wall, the third uncle looked at the nomadic army with the light yellow flag flying in front of him, and couldn't help but grit his teeth. He was trapped in the city before he could gather the strength of the border area in time. A large number of people who should have become the city's staunch defenders
Being scattered like this, we can only hope that they will arrive in other fortress towns in time, otherwise the nomadic army will not let them go.
On the city wall, soldiers were busy carrying all kinds of war supplies. Most of the citizens were wearing armed clothing (cotton armor) and leather armor, and some were wearing chainmail - the city's handicraft industry allowed them to obtain
Better weapons.
The farmers were much poorer. The better ones wore armed clothes or leather armor, while the worse ones just went into battle in civilian clothes with fur hats on their heads.
But now, everyone seems very nervous under the pressure of the Polovtian army. Although many people have experienced many wars, this is the first time for many people to see such a huge army, and they can't help but be overwhelmed by it.
Shock.
Third Uncle's personal soldiers are better equipped. They wear armor, ring armor, and leather armor inlaid with iron plates. Some of them wear iron helmets with chainmail veils on their heads, but their number is too small.
to one-tenth of this army.
Outside the city wall, herdsmen wearing fur clothing and equipped with scimitars, bows and arrows formed the main body of the nomadic army. However, the nobles and warriors among them were well equipped, equipped with iron masks and sophisticated armor, and some of them had mounts on their crotches.
They can also wear leather horse armor, and light yellow flags flutter among them.
"Has the envoy to Kiev gone?"
The third uncle wore a silver pointed helmet inlaid with bronze inscriptions. He looked solemnly at the army below. The Borovets were using their language to boost morale, and the barbarians' barbaric words resounded in the sky.
The archers were calmly adjusting the bows and arrows in their hands by the battlements. These archers were all veterans of the border, and this kind of battle would not scare them.
There is also a person who has a crossbow in his hand. This powerful weapon is very useful against the heavy armored soldiers among the nomads at close range. He is one of the wealthiest citizens in Peicheng, so he can get this rare
thing.
"The people have gone out, prince."
The accompanying soldier replied, which made Vsevolod heave a sigh of relief.
"In that case, let's just concentrate on facing the grassland army."
The third uncle bit his lip.
"May God bless us and may father come soon."
Under the overwhelming light yellow flags outside the city, the flag with the Orthodox cross inside the city looked so small. The pagan army had already arrived at the city, but although it was small, it still fluttered firmly in the sky.
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"War! War is coming!"
The messengers on horseback galloped past the Golden Gate of Kiev, shouting news of the coming battle.
"Polovts! Thousands of Polovts are besieging Pereyaslav!"
The Polovetian invasion was not news that needed to be concealed. Kiev was very close to Pei, and the nomads could run from Pei to Kiev in one day at full speed. There was no way to hide it, and it was meaningless.
This caused a panic among the people. The citizens of Kiev have heard about the tragic situation of the city surrounded by steppe wolves since they were children, and many elderly people still remember the fight with Pei in the early days of the power of the "saints" Vladimir and Yaroslav.
The fierce battle of the Cheneg people.
The news of the nomads' invasion was like a whirlwind, spreading through the streets and alleys of Kiev. The speed was so fast that no news could compare.
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When Rostislav received the news, he had just finished training at the Kiev training ground.
After the day's training, the young prince was bathing his war horse, brushing the red fur clean.
Near him, the cavalry were either taking care of their horses or arranging and maintaining their weapons. Some of the nomads under the prince were still whispering to the horses, whispering between nomads and horses, while the Greeks were arranging their armor.
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These Greeks were the "dowry" belonging to the wife. Most of the warriors here were warriors from southern Italy. They were all proficient in the art of bow and horse, and they had also seen the charge of Norman knights.
Therefore, the prince brought these people into training. The Normans undoubtedly represented the development direction of mounted warfare in this era. While fighting the Normans, these warriors also absorbed a lot of their fighting styles. These experiences are very precious.
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As for the clerks headed by Leo, Leo sent them to manage the property left by his father in Kiev. He has no place to place them now, so he can only overskill them. After all, a few Russians can handle it.
It would be a waste of talent to let a group of Greek bureaucrats do the work, but now we can only arrange it this way temporarily.
The infantry continued their shield wall training on the side. In this era, from the wooden city of Rus to the fortress of the imperial capital, infantry combat in various areas was not complicated.
Battles involving shield walls are more common. In such battles, maintaining the integrity of the front is crucial. Once a gap appears in the shield wall, the enemy will take advantage of it and break through. In contrast, how to break through the enemy's shield wall is a matter of
This is the biggest problem every commander faces.
The soldiers are all professional veterans supported by the prince, so forming a shield wall is naturally handy for them, even the young team members. The layers of shields were stacked up smoothly under Gevalan's command.
Behind the shield wall are basically elite soldiers holding Danren's axes. These elites are the reserve force of the battle line, either to rescue the front line in danger, or to break through the enemy's front line with a powerful blow.
They often also carry a set of javelins, which will provide support to the front line when necessary.
Some newcomers were also trained among them. These people were mainly the children sent by the remnants of their father's army. They were very happy to let their descendants join "Alexander's" army. After all, wouldn't it be a waste if they just trained the veterans over and over again?
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They are also the ones who get scolded the most in this shield wall. After all, they cannot be compared with these veterans who are skilled in war skills.
The training of the cavalry was led by Rostislav himself, and the training these hundred men had to undergo was much more complicated.
Rostislav required the entire cavalry team to advance in an orderly manner like a wave. The focus of training was on the awareness of discipline, which was what he cared about most.
In Rostislav's plan, these people will become the seeds in the future. When he really has the conditions to establish a large cavalry team, these people will serve as the backbone to build the large and rigorous cavalry team in the prince's dream.
The Russians and Greeks were fine. After all, the "companion cavalry" had been trained by Rostislav since childhood. As for the newcomers, although their skills were poor, they at least obeyed orders.
As the Greeks were unfamiliar with the place, they naturally could only subconsciously move closer to Rostislav and obey his orders. Moreover, these Greeks knew the importance of discipline and formation.
But the herdsmen were angry. These prairie prides didn't have that much patience. If Rostislav hadn't defeated these people one by one and convinced them, there would have been trouble long ago.
Just as the prince finished washing his horse, a hurried cavalryman came into view. He was carrying a trident flag symbolizing the Grand Duke of Kiev and came on behalf of the Grand Duke's order.
"Master Rostislav, the Grand Duke requires you to go to the Vladimir Palace in Kiev immediately. War is coming! The Polovts have invaded!"
Rostislav couldn't help being stunned. He didn't expect the war to come so quickly. In his mind, the Polovts should not have invaded so early in history.
However, considering that the Estonian war a year ago was also unprecedented in history, he felt relieved. It was normal for him, a time traveler, to flap his butterfly wings to have some impact that was different from history. Naturally, he was not afraid of these and could just deal with them naturally.
He was also unambiguous and handed over the management of the troops to Gvalan, while he went to attend the war meeting in Vladimir Palace.