Finally, the Grand Duke of Kiev seized the opportunity and slashed at the wizarding prince's neck with his long sword. In fact, Izyaslav had hit this place several times. If this blow could be successful, then the armor there would undoubtedly be
will break open.
The Prince of Witchcraft was naturally aware of this crisis, and the Prince's response was simple. He directly hit the Archduke's shield.
Being caught off guard like this, Ijaslav's sharp blade naturally deflected the direction of the attack, and struck the wizard prince on the shoulder. However, the strong shoulder armor easily withstood the blow, and he just fired.
A "dang" sound.
And just when Izyaslav finally managed to steady his steps, the next blow flew in front of him. Vseseslav's long ax slashed at Izyaslav's waist. If this blow was successful, then the Grand Duke of Kiev would be killed.
Cut in half!
But the Grand Duke of Kiev blocked the blow with his shield in time, and the ax blade broke through the iron edge of the shield, and then chopped into the wood.
But just when Vseslav was about to pull out the weapon, he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried. Then he suddenly found that the ax blade had been stuck on the shield.
The Grand Duke finally showed a smile. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but before he could do anything, he discovered that Vseslav had taken his hands off the ax shaft, and then kicked the shield.
The Grand Duke of Kiev retreated in a slightly embarrassed manner. He really did not expect this attack. However, the Grand Duke's soldiers thought that their master had the upper hand, so they decisively stepped forward to defend their master with their weapons drawn.
The witchcraft prince pulled out the hand ax from his waist, and then struck the enemy's neck with the ax. The neck guard was chopped to pieces, blood gushed out, and the body fell down.
As the man fell, the wizarding prince threw his ax out, and it hit the head of another soldier, and then the man fell down helplessly.
Killing two people in a row undoubtedly deterred the enemies on all sides, but they also noticed that Vseslav had no weapons in his hands, but at this moment, the Polotsk soldiers handed their master another long axe.
Let everyone's restless hearts calm down immediately.
"Kiev's elite are no more than that."
The Prince of Polotsk commented disdainfully on the Kiev Guards. This performance was really rubbish. If it were in Polotsk, they would have been kicked out long ago.
And as if in response to his words, not far from them, a group of Polotsk militiamen launched a desperate charge, repelling a group of Kiev militiamen and forming a salient on the entire front.
The sorcerer prince's comments naturally made the Kiev soldiers furious, and everyone planned to step forward to kill this boastful guy. However, as the Polotsk soldiers also surrounded him, Izyaslav stopped the soldiers.
Just when the soldiers didn't understand why their master was like this, suddenly, a wave of crossbow arrows hit the place where Vseslav was. The loyalty of the Polotsk soldiers was now fully revealed, and they almost subconsciously stood in front of the master.
.
At first, they thought these were just scratching arrows, just piercing a few more in their bodies and running away, but then they found that these crossbow arrows broke through their armor and the steel pierced their flesh.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow! Kill Vseslav! End this battle!"
I don't know when Rostislav joined the battle with the Red City Army. Under the order of the Prince of Moscow, wave after wave of crossbow arrows rained down on Vseseslav and his soldiers.
At this distance, the crossbow is undoubtedly an armor-piercing artifact, and even iron armor can be easily broken. Therefore, these Polotsk elites who have always relied on armor to fight among ordinary soldiers suddenly discovered that the armor and paper on their bodies at this moment
The difference is not very big.
These people may have the blood of Polotsk nobles flowing on their bodies, but at this moment they died like the lowest peasants.
After discovering this, the Polotsk people surrounded their prince and retreated in embarrassment. These heavy crossbows made them very scared. After their biggest reliance was broken, the fear would be very strong.
While the crossbowmen were shooting, Rostislav's Red City Army also attacked. Domnar and Yegor killed in front of everyone, leading their troops forward, while Vasily and his followers
Still stay with Rostislav.
The soldiers advanced with a firm shield wall, while the soldiers of the Moscow battalion listed their best spear formations and advanced fearlessly. The Kiev militiamen also ignited their morale and continued to advance with the elites who entered the formation.
The Polotsk people are constantly retreating. Their offensive has been contained. It is impossible to reverse the war. The Polotsk people will only be defeated.
The crossbowmen attack any outstanding Polotsk army. No matter how powerful the Polotsk people are, facing these crossbow arrows that ignore armor at this distance, they can only be forced back, otherwise they will turn into corpses.
With the addition of the new force of the Red City Army, the Polotsk offensive was immediately suppressed, and was even overwhelmed by the coalition forces.
The Polotsk army that broke out of the salient was quickly cut off by the coalition forces, and then was mercilessly strangled by the coalition forces during the encirclement. They also took off the head of a Polotsk nobleman and stuck his head in a long
Show off on the spear.
"Uncle, are you okay here?"
Rostislav came to the Grand Duke and asked with concern.
"Ahem, nephew, I'm okay, God, damn it, you did a good job, but it's a pity that you couldn't kill the wizard prince."
Ijaslav's words were full of resentment. It was a pity that he missed the opportunity just now. It seems that it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity in the future.
Just as the Grand Duke was complaining, another group of Kiev militiamen entered the battlefield howling. Everyone saw that Vseslav was forced to retreat, which undoubtedly boosted morale.
The performance of the Polotsk people was indeed very cooperative. Originally, these guys were difficult to repel, but now they are constantly retreating.
The entire front is developing in a direction that is beneficial to the coalition forces. Waves of coalition forces are advancing and gaining more results. Gradually, the battlefield is getting closer and closer to the Minsk city wall.
"I'm sorry about Mstislav."
Rostislav knew about the death of his cousin, so he spoke to Izyaslav to express his condolences.
But in his heart, Rostislav was somewhat thankful for this. He got Novgorod from this cousin, and the relationship between them was a bit awkward after all.
As for mourning for relatives, what is the sadness? At most, it is superficial. It is a normal thing to lose in battle these days. Even Rostislav's ordinary acquaintances and princes will not have any psychological fluctuations when they die, let alone
Such distant relatives.
"That's all, it's just not in the battle formation. This is the final destination of every Prince Rurik."
Ijaslav sighed and signaled that this topic would end here. There is nothing to say about such a thing. His skills are just inferior to others.
"But don't worry about this now, Rostislav, lead your team to continue the attack. The Polotsk people have begun to show weakness. This is our opportunity."
As the Grand Duke said, now is indeed an opportunity. The disadvantages of the Polotsk people are gradually showing up, and the problem of their long war has also emerged. Now the Kiev militia has gained more effective strength.
But in the final analysis, the biggest problem of the Polotsk people is the lack of military strength. If Polotsk is the party with superior military strength, then they can be as relaxed as the coalition forces, but unfortunately, they are not.
Vseslav, who was forced to retreat, naturally noticed this fact. The prince's face, which had been very determined since the beginning of the war, still showed disappointment. He knew that even if he did his best, the result would be a stalemate, and a stalemate.
The only result for them is failure.
But Vseslav had no intention of retreating immediately. He came to fight with the determination to die. If he didn't persist until the last moment, how could he be worthy of his big gamble?
With this thought in mind, Vseslav waved his ax and rushed to the battlefield again.