The actions of the Polotsk people were very orderly. From the violent assault at the beginning to the pushing of the front line at the back, it was completely done in one go. It was obvious that they had done a lot of rehearsals in advance.
But the Pereyaslav border residents were not weak. Although the front line was torn apart and the battle line was broken up, they still bravely stepped forward to fight with the enemy. Their respective leaders led them up bravely without any fear.
Although in most cases this kind of bravery turns into serving food and the enemy's record, it can at least hold off the enemy for a while.
It was also while these border residents were fighting with their lives that the Pereyaslav militiamen were able to calmly line up again in front of the prince to protect their masters. The archers also fired at the enemies in an orderly manner to block their advance.
Monomach observed the battlefield. The battle between the center army and the right wing was now in a stalemate. The two sides were fighting fiercely, and it was obvious that they could not devote troops to their side.
On Pereyaslav, that is, on their side, their disadvantage was growing. Monomach saw the brave borderers crashing to death on the Polotsk people's shields, and he realized that something must be done, and he could not let them
Soldiers continue to die in vain.
"Let the nomadic cavalry go around the enemy's flank immediately. I need them to contain the Polotsk people!"
When Vsevolod was temporarily pulled down by the soldiers, the person in charge of the front line was naturally Monomakh.
Although the future successor of Pereyaslav was young, he realized how to act after observing the battlefield.
There are many nomadic cavalry in the Pereyaslav army. If they can launch an assault, then the current war situation will be alleviated.
After waiting for a while, the nomadic cavalry advanced towards the battlefield. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now they finally received the order to advance.
Monomach had great hopes for the nomadic cavalry's assault, hoping that these cavalry could turn the tide of the battle and save the situation.
But what he got next was disappointment. The messenger told him that the nomadic cavalry was attacked by the enemy's javelins and bows while circling sideways, and then was entangled by a group of Baltic people lurking in the forest, and was unable to move forward at all.
.
The Witch King has been planning this plan for a long time, so how could he not protect his flanks?
Monomacher feels extremely bad now. Polotsk obviously intends to use them as a breakthrough point, and what makes it even more difficult for him to accept is that these guys actually seem to be trying to break through successfully.
As the battle lasted longer, the Pereyaslavs began to fear no matter how brave they were in fighting. After all, who could bear to keep going up to die? Some border residents on the edge of the battle line began to retreat secretly.
But at this moment, a group of fully armed Ross cavalry suddenly rushed out from the flank. They were not many in number, only a few dozen cavalry, but they were fully equipped and they were skimming among the enemy.
They did not stop at any place, but continued to move among the enemy lines. This greatly affected the Polotsk militia. For a time, they were unable to continue the assault, and a large number of troops were allocated to defend their rear.
Everyone looked at these cavalry who were skimming the formation, and saw them crossing the battle formation holding the flag of Rurik's Trident. This made people excited. In such a bloody battle, nothing can be more heroic than such a heroic act.
Boost morale.
And another blow came one after another. Vsevolod had recovered from the temporary surprise, and the first thing he did after recovering was to order all the soldiers to mount their horses, and then charged towards the front line.
As a prince from a grassland area like Pereyaslav, Vsevolod's personal troops were naturally proficient in horse warfare.
But now Vsevolod was so angry that he actually let his son stand in front of him. This was really embarrassing.
With the influx of a large number of elite cavalry, the battle line stabilized. Although Vsevolod looked weak on weekdays, his performance in the battle formation was not weak.
Vsevolod easily picked up a Polotsk man with a spear, and then threw the body into the enemy, knocking down several unlucky ones, and just behind him, a large number of cavalry
Followed.
This undoubtedly intimidated the Polotsk people and made them afraid to advance. After all, the result of advancing would be to be crushed by the cavalry.
Finally, after a period of fierce fighting, the front became stable again, and Mrs. Pereyaslav regained her confidence.
Vsevolod, who was covered in blood, also retreated from the battle line. Next to him was a rider who was also covered in blood.
The rider was not tall and looked a little thin, and Monomakh happened to know this person. He was Oleg Svyatoslavich.
This surprised Monomakh, but then he was moved. Oleg actually ran from one side of the battlefield to the other. There is no doubt that the moment he saw Oleg, Monomakh realized that he had led his troops to plunder.
The person in the formation is exactly his cousin.
"Monomach, you are quite good at commanding the troops."
Oleg called him by his nickname with a relaxed tone, as if he just went to the kitchen instead of fighting on the battlefield.
"My child, you did a good job. You are better than me at this."
Vsevolod praised his son. Monomakh's performance this time was indeed outstanding. If it weren't for him, the battlefront would have become much more difficult to deal with than it is now.
After all, Pereyaslav still has a lot of reserve teams that can be deployed at any time to save the situation.
"Thank you for your hard work, father. This is what I should do, but...Oleg, why are you here?"
Although he knew why Oleg was here, Monomakh still asked, but more accurately, he wanted to know how Mrs. Chernigo was doing.
"Ah? Me? The battle on our side went smoothly, and we completely suppressed the Polotsk people. So my father asked me to take dozens of cavalry to patrol other fronts, and then I rushed to your side, and then
I saw you were in trouble here, so I led the army to advance."
Oleg talked about his origin, and his words made the father and son feel a little ashamed. Oleg came all the way, and as a result, there was a problem here.
But this shame is also fleeting. The battle is still going on fiercely. There is not much time for you to feel ashamed. The battle comes first.
While Mrs. Pereyaslav was focusing on the war, on Mrs. Chernigo's side, the prince and his son were discussing.
"If the war continues at this pace, I think there is no need for us to conserve our strength, father."
In the military formation in Chernigov, Gleb Sviatoslavich suggested to his father that Gleb's face was full of dissatisfaction. The performance of the Polotsk army was really...
What a waste.
The Prince of Chernigov and his family were standing together, and Svyatoslav's sons were waiting in front of their father, restless, and wanted to go into battle to fight, but their father did not give the order for a long time.
"I don't think it's the case. My son, Vseseslav, hasn't shown his trump card yet. We can continue to wait and let Rostislav's people resist. We can just keep suppressing the opponent."
Svyatoslav said calmly, and his words made Gleb frown.
"Father, this is not good. Our relatives are fighting in the front. How can we just stand still? This is too..."
After all, Gleb was still a simple aristocratic young man, and he was still unwilling to accept his father's naked lack of effort.
"Just be nice, and do you really intend to help that Rostislav?"
Svyatoslav's words silenced Gleb. He opened his mouth, but finally closed it. He knew that what his father said was correct.
"But let your brothers lead the cavalry to the flank of the Polotsk people. There will always be a time when they are needed."
Prince Chernigov finally felt something was wrong, so he supplemented this order.
But Gleb's expression finally softened a little. He finally had something done and no longer had to sit around.