Sitting on the maza that Vasily quickly unfolded, Rostislav looked at the devastated battlefield and said.
Domnar was chatting with Yegor on the side, mainly bragging about their respective achievements. This time they got a lot of heads, and there were even a few Polotsk nobles among them.
The relationship between them is very close, which is not surprising given the recent close cooperation between the Janissary and the Standing Army.
The Prince of Moscow thought that the battle would last for a few more hours, but now it ended suddenly.
However, whether the battle ends at this time, it is also the moment when the sun completes piercing the darkness and brings full light to the world.
In the eyes of the prince of Moscow, this scene was so poetic and picturesque. When the bloody fighting ended, the darkness was completely driven away, and light came to the earth again.
Because of this, his idea of learning art became more determined. He must describe this scene and leave this scene to future generations.
Corpse snatchers are active on the battlefield, and such vultures will always be indispensable after the war, stripping everything usable from the dead.
But there were more soldiers sitting or lying on the battlefield. The fierce battle was finally over. Everyone was very tired. Many people only felt that their legs were as heavy as lead.
The ambulance team is active on the battlefield. They assess the wounded on the battlefield. Those who can still be saved are moved away, and those who cannot be saved are given a good life.
As for the enemy's wounded, no matter how minor or serious they are, they are all treated equally with a sword. The coalition forces have no resources to give these people. In this era, even their own wounded are difficult to survive. They can only rely on those who are unreliable.
The doctor provided me with plaster to see if I can get through it.
The princes have professional doctors, but due to the times, their reliability is also very limited. Rostislav does have some reliable doctors. They have received medical education from Persia and are good at surgery. But it is a pity that the prince of Moscow
There are only ten people under him.
Our own people lacked medical treatment, let alone the enemy, so it was better to simply kill them.
Groups of prisoners were escorted to the other side and driven into the temporarily built prisoner fence. No one made it difficult for these people, because these people could be sold as slaves in the future, or used as labor force in the territory. If the slaves died, then
But it's not worth the money.
The elites of the princes are still vigilant and wary of possible counterattacks from Minsk. However, in Rostislav's view, this is really unnecessary. There is no need to bother. How could it be possible for Vseslav to leave so many people behind?
Attack again.
The Prince of Moscow briefly scanned the battlefield. There were a lot of corpses on the field. As far as he could see, the corpses on the battlefield were probably close to 3,000. Ross had not fought such a fierce battle for a long time. I believe there would be a long time in the future.
For a while, poets would sing the praises of this fierce battle.
The city gate of Minsk was filled with corpses, and between the corpses were dense arrows. These were the defeated soldiers who failed to escape into the city. They were blocked under the city gate for a long time, and then died.
Under the constant arrows thrown by the black hat army.
Rostislav saw a group of soldiers advancing rashly towards the city collapsed under the attack of Minsk's arrows. It seemed that Minsk's city defense was still very organized, with straight spears scattered all over the city walls, and it was not affected by this defeat.
Influence.
The uncles were not far away from Rostislav, and they seemed to be arguing about something. From the few words he heard, it seemed to be about the siege of Minsk.
Rostislav listened for a while and showed no interest, so he left it to his uncles to worry about.
There are a lot of blood stains and slash marks on the bodies of the three uncles. It seems that these three have personally fought on the front line. This is what a prince of Rurik should look like.
"Vseslav is completely finished. I don't think we can stay in this city for long. The only choice before the wizard prince is to surrender."
Veshata came out of nowhere and stood beside Rostislav on horseback.
"Ah, Uncle Visatta, how does it feel to be back in battle?"
The Prince of Moscow did not continue this topic, but asked about Veshata's experience in the battle formation. In response, Veshata's face became a little ugly, and he shook his head subconsciously.
"The Smolensk militia suffered heavy losses this time. I don't know how to explain to the citizens when I get back. Vseslav's assault today was indeed very successful. If he had better luck, he might really be able to defeat us."
"Yes, the prince of witchcraft is indeed not an easy person."
Rostislav also lamented that their losses in this battle were not small. In his case alone, the Novgorod militia suffered heavy losses.
Wait, no, there is no uncle.
"Ha, I guess my second uncle was the only one who didn't suffer much losses this time. His cavalry still swept the battlefield in the final stage of the battle."
There was dissatisfaction in the words of the Prince of Moscow. After all, the direction he was originally responsible for was Rostislav's people resisting the line. Chernigov's troops avoided a fierce battle and even harvested a wave of enemy troops.
"Don't say anything about this kind of thing. After all, if you can't produce any evidence, it won't prove anything. Do you understand? But don't worry, kid, and I don't think Ijaslav will let it go like this."
Veshata understood what Rostislav was talking about, but he did not advise the prince of Moscow to raise an issue, because it would be of no benefit, and their grand prince would definitely pursue the matter.
"Let's go back to camp when we've seen it. There will definitely be a banquet tonight. Then relax and unwind. I'm going back first. I have to go see my boys. This time, many of their compatriots fell on the battlefield.
, I feel a little down now, so I have to show off my old face to comfort you."
Visata waved to Rostislav, then turned his horse's head towards the camp, but Rostislav just looked at Minsk for a while, and then followed his footsteps. There was no point in continuing to watch here.
It's better to go back and rest for tonight's banquet.
On the way back to the camp, Rostislav saw that the indispensable "market" after the war had been set up, and it happened to be built on the only way back to the camp, and there were many people inside.
The market is very lively now. After all, the battle has ended for several hours. The corpse looters have already harvested their harvest. A large number of soldiers are selling their trophies inside.
Of course, the ones that are sold are all "junk" that they despise. The good things that can save lives on the battlefield must be kept, and the rest are used to exchange for silver coins and hryvnia (silver ingots) so that they can be wasted on spirits.
and on a woman's belly.
This is also a good opportunity to pick up leaks. If you look carefully, you can still find something good among the junk.
Many merchants accompanying the army came here just for this reason. Soldiers couldn't tell the difference between good things, but they could, and this allowed them to make the difference.
The prince's entourage opened the road for the master and pushed the bustling crowd aside. The soldiers moving here were naturally dissatisfied, but when they saw that this was the team of Prince Rurik passing by, they all
The words on his lips were swallowed.
Originally, Rostislav could have bypassed it directly, and his followers insisted on this direction, but the prince of Moscow wanted to see this ancient flea market, so he still sent the team in.
Vasily did not want to see such a mixed place. It was full of desperadoes. It would be terrible if someone assassinated the prince.
But the prince's will was very firm, and he could only follow behind.
Along the way, Rostislav saw broken breastplates, blood-stained mails, dented helmets, and long swords with gaps; he also saw people selling various rings and amber jewelry. After all, Polotsk also
It's not surprising that there are such things at the trade node, but he doesn't need them; there are also clothes sellers: leather boots, fur cloaks, blood-stained clothes with big holes in them.
There are both coalition forces and Polotsk people here, whether they are friends or enemies, the corpse snatchers will take them all and leave nothing behind.
Rostislav walked along the way and didn't see what he wanted. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. At the same time, he also felt a little ridiculous about himself. At his level, why should he expect to find anything in a market of this level?
baby.
Shaking his head, the prince returned to his tent, took off his clothes and lay down on the cot. Then he fell asleep not long after, and slept until someone called him to get up to attend the banquet.