The impact of the Polotsk elite was not very noticeable at first, because after noticing the Polotsk elite approaching, the Baltic barbarians who were originally fighting with the Kiev militia all moved out of the way.
Some people left directly. The Baltic people thought that they had fought almost enough and many tribesmen had died. They were worthy of the materials given by the Polotsk people, and they could not find fault with themselves in the future.
Moreover, the Baltic tribes have a strong fear of these Polotsk elites. Over the years, the Polotsk people have killed a lot of Baltic people, and these elites are the most powerful of the Polotsk princes.
of a sword.
After fighting with these Kiev militiamen for so long, the Polotsk people had long wanted to retreat if they could not please them. It was better to let the Polotsk people do the assault on their own.
However, these barbarians did not leave immediately. Instead, they watched at the edge of the battlefield to see if there was an opportunity to continue the Polotsk people's momentum and fight. After all, if they can make meritorious deeds here, it will be convenient to get the spoils after the war.
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The Kiev militia suddenly felt that the pressure on the front line had relaxed, and when they thought that the Baltic barbarians could no longer withstand it and planned to pursue them, they suddenly discovered that the elite Polotsk people had collided with them.
The Polotsk soldiers rushed forward in a desperate manner. Those soldiers armed with long axes and wrapped in iron armor directly used their axes to slash wildly, directly smashing the shield.
And if the ax blade gets stuck in the shield, don't worry, just pull out the hand ax from your waist and continue fighting. The fighting of these soldiers is like flowing water.
Relying on their thick armor, these soldiers were chopping in all directions with no fear of attack, and the herbs they consumed also enhanced their strength, making the chopping easier.
The Kiev militiamen who had just been engaged in low-intensity shield wall fighting couldn't help but panic when faced with this scene. They never expected that the intensity of the fighting suddenly increased by a whole level.
Moreover, those Polotsk people were as terrifying as devils from hell. Their armors were inevitably torn and scratched under attacks from all directions. Many of them even had arrows on their backs, but they were still powerful.
Fighting, no fatigue can be seen.
This reminded the people of Kiev of the descriptions of berserkers passed down orally from their ancestors, and they had only seen berserkers in 1053. At that time, the pagan cult almost caused chaos in Kiev and almost overthrew Rurik of Kiev.
rule.
After recalling those impressions that became faster and more terrifying under the bath of time, the people of Kiev couldn't help but become afraid. Although many people had not seen how those drugged berserkers killed people, they had heard the rumors and couldn't help but feel...
More fear.
As they became frightened, the Kiev militia naturally began to soften and become less firm. This gave the Polotsk people an opportunity, and they continued to advance using these drugged soldiers as the spearhead for a breakthrough.
The Kiev militias retreated one after another, but they were not completely suppressed. There were even brave militiamen who attacked and defeated the Minsk militia and chopped off their leader's head, but that was more because of the man named Ivan.
The leader charged too quickly, and their attack was quickly pushed back.
"It seems that the Kiev people are no more than this. Keep attacking, victory is in sight!"
Vseslav, who was on the front line, looked at the performance of the Kiev militia and said that it was normal for him to be so contemptuous. The current performance of the Kiev militia was indeed not very good, and they were suppressed and kept retreating.
"Brother, the Polotsk people are coming, let's retreat quickly."
Seeing that the battle on the front line was not going well, Mstislav, who was beside Yaropolk, said to his brother. His words were full of fear. The enemies looked so terrifying, so they should retreat.
Although Mstislav was also a warrior, the attack of those Polotsk people was so fierce that he could not help but feel afraid.
Mstislav has never been a determined person. He was forced to go to the battlefield this time by his father and brother. The position of flag bearer was also forcibly secured, otherwise he would not have run away directly in Novgorod.
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"Asshole! Are you still a descendant of Rurik? If you want to leave, you can leave, but I warn you, if you run away at this time, your father will not let you go. Do you want to be sent to a certain place?
Do you want to go where birds don’t poop?”
Yaropolk just dropped this sentence lightly, and then called for his soldiers to follow him to curb the trend of defeat.
And Mstislav hesitated for a while, and could only move forward after cursing in his heart that he should be damned. There was no other way. If he retreated now, his father would not let him go. If he made a mistake again this time, he would have to go somewhere.
Be a prince in a corner.
Svyatopolk also led his team to join the battle. This third son knew exactly what he should do as a boy. Now the Ijaslavichs are united to fight for their father.
Unlike his second brother, Svyatopolk is not afraid of war. He is even a little relaxed when entering the battle, because this way he does not have to worry about the overall situation and only needs to focus on the fight in front of him.
The arrival of the Grand Duke's son undoubtedly boosted morale. People cheered for Izyaslavich's entrance. As the Kiev militia's front also stabilized, waves of Kiev militiamen rushed to the battlefield.
In contrast, the Polotsk people also noticed the entry of the Ijaslavichs, and they naturally concentrated their offensive. As long as those few Ijaslavichs were eliminated, the enemy would be finished.
Got it!
"Follow me! Let me kill Izyaslav's boy!"
Seeing this, Vseslav directly led his soldiers to attack. He had to deal with these Ijaslavic before he could continue the offensive.
On the battlefield, fighting was everywhere. Yaropolk saw people fighting each other with swords, saw blood spilled all over the ground, and saw the dead one after another, but he had no fear, because this was who he was as a member of the Rurik family.
The battlefield that people should face.
Dodging the spear thrust sideways, and then kicking over the spearman who did not know whether to live or die, Yaropolk shouted on the battlefield to fight for Kiev, boosting the morale of the militiamen.
In front of Yaropolk, the Kiev militiamen were fighting with the Polotsk people. The gazes of the princes increased the morale of the militiamen and made the shouts of killing more intense.
Yaropolk saw his third brother entering the battle with his own soldiers, and then swept through several Polotsk army formations, which changed the situation faced by the Kiev people a lot, and then stood beside him
younger brother Mstislav.
Yaropolk has never been worried about his third brother. He has always been brave and smart. He is only worried about his second brother the most, but now he is very happy to see that his second brother is finally standing by his side, Ms.
Dislav finally overcame his inner fear and went to this chaotic battlefield.
The eldest brother couldn't help but feel happy for his brother's performance. For so many years, his brother had always been very cowardly. After the Novgorod incident, his reputation became extremely bad, causing his father to dislike him very much.
Mstislav, on the other hand, looked at the fighting in front of him with a grimace. He was really not interested in the battle formation. The previous fighting on the front line caused him to be stained with blood. He was really disgusted by this.
After this battle, he will definitely change everything, maybe he can become a real Ross warrior, like in the song of the strong man...
Just when Yaropolk was thinking this, suddenly, a javelin flew from a very tricky angle, and his target was none other than Yaropolk's younger brother, flag-bearer Mstislav
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Before Mstislav realized what was happening, a javelin penetrated his head.
This javelin is a refined product with a sharper and slender tip, which is designed to break armor.
The silver helmet failed to block the blow, and the javelin was broken like butter on a hot knife.
Then, Yaropolk saw blood splattering on his brother's head, and his body fell weakly onto the soil mixed with blood.