Yaropolk watched his brother die in front of his eyes, and he could do nothing.
And the flag he held in his hand also fell. Originally, the flag of Rurik's Trident inspired people to fight, but now it fell.
The Prince of Kiev looked around the battlefield angrily, and then he saw a man who was throwing a gun.
It was a walking warrior. His armor was gorgeous and eye-catching. There were giant dragons on the wrist armor on his arms. He was surrounded by people wearing armors.
As for that face, Yaropolk certainly knew it. He had seen it many times at banquets and diplomatic occasions. It could even be said that the war started because of him.
"Vseslav! Die!"
With the words of vengeance declared, Yaropolk directly tore a bloody mark on the belly of the war horse, and the painful war horse immediately started galloping.
The soldiers blocking the path forward of the Prince of Kiev immediately moved out of the way, because if they did not move out of the way, they would be trampled to death by the horses. However, looking at the galloping horses, Vseslav showed no fear on his face.
Because at the next moment, the soldiers beside the wizard prince had already raised their bows and arrows. With the sound of bowstrings, both men and horses of Yaropolk were shot with arrows.
The prince himself was protected by armor, but his war horse was not. The horse that had eaten so many arrows fell to the ground violently. Yaropolk was crushed under the horse before he could react.
The Prince of Kiev only felt that his world was spinning, and severe pain was spreading all over his body. This feeling was so strong, it was even more uncomfortable than a hangover.
I'm done, I'm done.
This was Yaropolk's first thought. He suddenly realized how stupid he had been before, not even charging with the soldiers.
Lying on the ground, he looked at the sky and listened to the fighting in his ears. When he fell so close to the enemy, his next fate was naturally self-evident.
"Asshole, I actually died like that... Damn it, why did I die like a farmer!"
A heavily armed Polotsk soldier appeared in his sight, and the man raised his spear in front of him, about to stab...
But the next moment, the man was suddenly forced back by the charging soldiers. Then Yaropolk clearly felt that a force had arrived on the battlefield. They forced the Polotsk people back, and the sound of fighting became more fierce.
During this period, several people stepped on Yaropolk, but Yaropolk did not feel dissatisfied because they came to save him.
And next, Yaropolk heard a familiar voice, which came from his third brother. Svyatopolk ordered his men to block the Polotsk people while moving away the people who were pressing down on Yaropol.
Erke's body.
Then the third brother carried Yaropolk on his shoulders and withdrew from the battlefield under the escort of the surrounding soldiers.
After them, Vseslav showed a pityful expression on his face. If they could kill the two children of the Grand Duke of Kiev in succession here, then the balance of victory would be greatly tilted towards their side.
But that's enough for now.
With the fall of Rurik's flag and the prince, the Kiev militia began to panic again, and uneasiness spread among the fronts.
It was at this moment that the Polotsk people launched another round of assaults, causing the Kiev militia to begin to rout and begin to retreat.
Another wave of arrows fell from the sky, but this time it had a very good effect. A large number of Kiev militiamen died under the gunfire, and the remaining people were terrified.
This is what Rostislav saw, but just when the prince of Moscow was about to lead his army to come to the rescue, something happened that made the prince stop his action.
Because the Grand Duke of Kiev moved.
After seeing his third son carrying his eldest son who was seriously injured on his back, and then learning that his second son was dead, Ijaslav became furious, extremely angry.
He first ordered the execution of his second son's subordinates who were unfavorably guarding their master. Not only did these guys fail to save his second son, they even failed to stop his eldest son from attacking.
But Congqi also had a hard time saying that all of this happened in the blink of an eye. How could they have imagined that the situation would turn out this way.
But nothing they said could save their fate, and soon the heads of these slaves who failed to protect their masters were hung on spears to deter deserters.
And this did work. The Kiev militiamen immediately stopped retreating. The militiamen saw their Grand Duke getting angry, and their fear of the ruler who had ruled them for more than ten years took over.
And then came the highlight of the highlights. Izyaslav led the eight hundred soldiers guarding him and launched an attack on the Polotsk people.
This undoubtedly injected extremely powerful force into Kiev's front. When the frightened militiamen saw the prince's soldiers passing by them, saw the prince's face walking past them, and rushed towards the enemies who frightened them, their morale was greatly reduced.
He recovered instantly, and the militiamen followed the Grand Duke one after another, and went to the front line to fight with the Grand Duke.
"Ijaslav is going to fight hard, very good, let's see if I can take his head!"
Vseslav naturally noticed the movement of King Rurik's flag, and he immediately became ecstatic. The butcher who had just killed an Ijaslavi did not mind killing Ijaslav again.
Even when facing nearly a thousand soldiers from Kiev, he was not afraid at all. The Baltic men joined the battlefield again after briefly observing the situation. Their joining was undoubtedly a shot in the arm.
And more importantly, Polotsk's soldiers and elites can still fight, they still have the strength to fight, and they are not afraid even when facing the Kiev soldiers who have been recharging their strength.
Then the most intense scene of the battle broke out, and Rostislav, who witnessed this scene, recorded it in the work "Military Journeys" that he later completed.
"The two armies were fighting like crazy with great hatred. They were close to each other, face to face, and they even fought so hard that they seemed to be hugging each other tightly, just like the children in their mother's belly.
But it is for fighting. Swords, limbs, and even teeth are all killing tools at this moment. These essences of Ross are fighting in such a bloody way. This killing is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the entire battle."
The actual situation was indeed similar to what Rostislav later wrote. Both sides were determined to win. Both sides fought with their masters and were willing to die for them.
These dead soldiers who were supported by countless promises and behind-the-scenes exploitation just kept falling here, falling here for their master.
The silver ring keeps breaking, the armor keeps breaking, and the blood keeps gathering, and then joins the great lake called the blood of war.
The people of Polotsk worked hard, they all knew that the outcome of the war depended on this, and the Kiev soldiers also fought hard because of the Grand Duke's anger. Both sides were fighting with all their strength, and even the cannon fodder was involved in this atmosphere.
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As if to make the battle more lively, archers from both sides were constantly throwing arrows at this area. The falling arrows were killing both sides indiscriminately. Soldiers who lacked protection could not last long here. Those elites had iron.
What about helmets and armor to protect against arrows? What do ordinary soldiers have?
Rostislav saw Ijaslav and Vseslav fighting each other. Both of them had several arrows on their armors, but this did not affect their activities at all. The two men were fighting each other like two iron men.
He saw the uncle dismounting from his horse and using his sword and shield to confront the wizarding prince's long axe. The wizarding prince swung the ax like a club, and the uncle's beautifully painted round shield chopped sawdust flying everywhere, but it could not be chopped in any case.
Thick and sturdy shield.
The uncle was on the defensive looking for every opportunity to counterattack, and his long sword had already poked several holes in the wizarding prince's chainmail.
However, the wizarding prince remained as normal as a normal person, which shows how thick and sturdy his armor is.
Rostislav couldn't help but worry about his uncle. The long sword couldn't break the defense of the wizard prince, but it was very easy for the wizard prince to chop his chain mail!