Unknowingly, the all-Russian coalition forces had been staying under the city of Minsk for a month. During this month, the coalition forces suffered many casualties.
But it was worth getting something. They successfully cleared the strongholds around Minsk, and now the isolated city of Minsk faced the entire Russian army.
After achieving this step, Izyaslav pushed his trebuchets in front of the Minsk city wall. In the previous battle, they played a huge role in uprooting the Polotsk stronghold.
In addition, Rostislav's ballistae played an important role. Under the control of German engineers, these ballistae smashed the wooden walls of many strongholds and helped the coalition forces to fight behind them.
But now, Ijaslav wanted the entire coalition to see something, so he summoned a large army.
"What's Vseslav's answer?"
The Grand Duke of Kiev casually asked the envoy who had just returned, his words full of absent-mindedness.
The Russian warrior who just came out of the fortress just shook his head, "He refused to surrender."
Ijaslav didn't say much about this. This was expected.
If Vseslav had surrendered so easily, many things would not be so troublesome.
And more importantly, it doesn't matter whether we surrender or not, we are just going through some procedures now.
The Grand Duke of Kiev then just waved his hand slightly, and the trebuchets and ballistae on standby began to bombard the city wall.
The ballista this time fired stone bullets, which were fired by the action of animal sinews. The trebuchet was a human-powered one. Dozens of men suddenly pulled the rope connected to the trebuchet, and then the stones were thrown.
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For a moment, it was like countless meteors falling from the sky, and then crashing onto the strong fortress, causing bursts of broken wood and rubble to fly in random directions.
Then there were screams, and the Polotsk people scurried away under the blow. The Polotsk people behind the city wall were also in panic, desperately trying to avoid these stones that fell like raindrops.
But to be honest, although this scene seemed grand, it really did not cause much damage to the city walls of Polotsk, because the city walls were built based on Kiev's standards, but the momentum was enough to boost morale.
And the most important thing is that the coalition has inexhaustible ammunition to squander, and they can grind it slowly. The city wall of Minsk will collapse sooner or later.
On the side of the coalition camp, as one boulder after another fell on the fortress, making a loud noise, there were also bursts of surprise and cheers, and the morale of the army was also boosted.
"Let them smash for an hour first, then take a break and continue smashing. I want to see how long these Polotsk people can persist."
After admiring it with satisfaction for a while, the Grand Duke of Kiev dropped the order, and then ordered the troops to disband and do whatever they were supposed to do.
Ijaslav still knew the level of the Minsk city wall, so he just had to watch it for a while, and then go back and rest when it was time.
But even though the Grand Duke gave the order, there were still many people watching this scene, because such a scene was unheard of for almost everyone, and everyone wanted to watch it for a while longer.
"It turns out that Ijaslav spent so much time preparing this thing. I asked him why he didn't leave earlier. This is indeed very smart."
Looking at this scene, Vishata couldn't help but admire the uncle, and this aroused Rostislav's curiosity. Isn't it just bombarding the city with siege equipment? There is nothing surprising about this.
And Rostislav's words almost made Veshata laugh out loud, "Speaking of my child, is this a sight that Ross can see every day? Is there anything that can show strength more than being here?"
Under the reminder of Veshata, the prince of Moscow suddenly realized that due to his status as a visitor in later generations, he had seen many magnificent siege scenes, and those works were exaggerated by literature and art, so Ross
Dislav naturally did not take the scene in front of him seriously, because it was far worse than what he remembered.
But for the Russians, this is like a god using power on earth. Such a scene will undoubtedly give Izyaslav a layer of divine authority.
"And do you still remember the rumors in the army? Some people rumored that Our Lady would come to help us defeat the Polotsk people. You see, this is not Our Lady showing her power."
Veshata also connected the rumors in the army with everything in front of him. When he said this, Rostislav also thought about it. I guess there will be many new converts today.
Rostislav couldn't help but sigh that this other uncle still had skills.
"So, you still have a lot to learn, kid. You have been living in Northern Russia, where you only need bravery and pioneering qualities to live like a fish in water, but this is the south, and the south is full of twists and turns.
There is much more than in the north, and you need to learn more."
Veshata passed on his experience to his younger generation. As he captured Novgorod, he would become more involved in the political situation in the south. He could not keep holding on to the old ideas.
Rostislav nodded subconsciously. He benefited a lot from what Uncle Veshata said today, and Veshata did not stop talking.
"You've been running around in the military camp recently... Don't look like that. I don't mean to criticize. It's right to do this. Although I know that's not your intention, after all, the Russians like their princes to be close to them.
, Anyway, keep doing this. I’ll stop here today, and I’ll go back and sleep for a while. That’s how old people are.”
After talking so much to Rostislav, Veshata felt a little tired. He hadn't had a good rest some time ago, and he didn't get better until he joined the coalition forces, but the sequelae were still there.
Although Visatta is still very strong, he obviously feels that he is getting older and his energy is getting less and less. He has a hunch that after this battle, he will not have enough energy to participate in any war.
This made him feel very emotional, thinking that after a whole day of bloody fighting, he could fuck a woman until her legs were weak, but now he is becoming weaker and weaker.
But fortunately, he has nothing to worry about. His son and the descendants of his comrades have shown their ability to stand on their own, so he doesn't have to worry about them.
Rostislav watched his Uncle Vishata leave, and then he started his hobby again, talking to soldiers everywhere, inviting them to drink, talking to them, and understanding the impact of this scene, and put these
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