Vladimir Vsevolodovich led the Pereyaslav army along the Dnieper River. Prince Pereyaslav, better known as Monomach, was not in a good mood. He always looked sad.
of.
Perhaps due to the influence of his mood, Monomacher felt that the trees he saw along the way looked listless, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Only the Dnieper River can make Monomach feel a little relieved. Whenever he sees this majestic river, which is the lifeblood of Russia, Monomach's mood can't help but cheer up.
It's a pity that as soon as his eyes shifted, his mood immediately turned bad again. Thinking of these things about Rose made him upset and extremely upset.
Monomakh did not want to fight this war, he did not want to participate in the civil war between the descendants of Yaroslav.
But since my father has surrendered to Kiev, he must join the war. This is his obligation. And if his father joins the war, as his father's eldest son, he must also join in and fight this damn war.
Prince Pereyaslav has five hundred people under his command. They are all elite border guards and loyal nomads from Pereyaslav. They have been following Monomakh for a long time. They are not as discouraged as their master. They only participate in the war to make money. Some of them are eager to fight on the battlefield.
Make great achievements.
Soon, the team carrying the Rurik flag came to an area suitable for an ambush. The land on both sides of the dirt road was slightly raised, and there was a dense forest above.
Monomach did not relax his vigilance. He ordered the troops to stay vigilant. This kind of place was very suitable for setting up an ambush, and now they had entered the war zone. As the Archduke's messenger told them, some harassing troops of the Northern Army had already lurked here.
You may be attacked while walking here.
But what he was afraid of was what he was afraid of. Just as Monomach was crossing a curve surrounded by his own soldiers, suddenly there was a roar from all around. The prince looked up and saw a group of figures wrapped in fur and leaves rushing down from the forest.
Some other ambushers also showed up and threw javelins at them. Suddenly, all kinds of dangerous projectiles were in front of Monomach, flying towards them with great momentum.
The prince swung his sword and knocked down a javelin. The force on the javelin was so strong that it made his hand hurt. If he was hit, he would be completely ruined.
The soldier's shield blocked other miscellaneous missiles, but this was a treatment that only he, the commander of an army, had.
Countless sharp weapons fell down and scattered among the team, causing howls and screams.
Monomach saw a nomadic warrior in the team being shot in the thigh that was not protected by armor. Before the warrior could stop screaming, the horse underneath him was stabbed by an arrow again. He was so mad with pain that his front legs were in the air, and he was thrown off the horse.
Throw it out.
Monomach did not hesitate at all, and then led his men to meet the ambushed enemies, and they fought together. Under the sun, there was a flash of swords, and the sound of ancient horns sounded in the forest.
The forests on both sides were densely packed with enemies. One after another, people rushed down with axes and spears. Even on the road ahead, ambushers jumped out from the roadside. Their bodies were wrapped in camouflage vegetation and they shouted
While rushing towards them.
A man dressed as a tribesman reached out to grab Monomach's reins, trying to make Monomach lose his nervousness about the horse, but the prince hit him hard on the face with the hilt of his sword, causing his bones to break and blood to flow, and he fell down.
Then they drove their horses and trampled them down.
Two ambushers with spears pounced on them immediately. It seemed that they were cooperating with the man who snatched the horse's reins, but unfortunately the man who snatched the horse's reins was killed immediately.
Monomach tugged on the reins, cleverly avoiding the spear, and thrust out the sword at the same time. The light of the sword sank into the chest and ribs of one of the bearded men, and bright red blood spurted out.
Monomach heard the battle cries of his nomads. These guys always liked to make such sharp sounds on the battlefield, but the ambushers seemed to respond and also howled like ghosts and wolves, like a group of demons dancing in chaos.
"Damn barbarian, what are you doing?"
Monomach, who was a little upset by this series of monstrous voices, muttered subconsciously. Although he had brought a lot of these people, Monomach still didn't like this kind of progress.
However, even though he cursed, the movements of his hands did not stop. The prince blocked another thrusting spear, then pierced the opponent's arm with his sword, and then slashed towards the head.
The sound of swords, screams and shouts came and went one after another, forming a symphony called fighting.
During the battle, Monomach noticed with his peripheral vision that the entire team was locked in a fight. The number of enemies exceeded his imagination. They were still pouring out of the forest. It seemed that these ambushers were planning to kill him.
A warrior among the enemies stood in front of Monomakh. This man was wearing chain mail, and his helmet was a good product from Moscow. His whole face was covered by a chain veil. In his hand was a Danish long axe.
The dragon symbol is obvious in the sunlight.
The prince's soldiers tried to block this person, but he killed them by raising his ax and falling. The neck guard that was supposed to protect his neck was so fragile in front of the ax blade, just like the head could fly easily.
Monomach began to pay attention. This person was anything but simple. Without any hesitation, the man struck directly at Monomach with the ax blade.
There was a loud "dang" sound, and the side of Monomach's shield was hit. The force was greater than he expected. The prince fell to the ground, and the man kicked him with his feet wearing iron boots, which made him feel
It was very painful. The prince struggled to stand up and pulled the shield in front of him to cover his body.
The second blow hit the oak shield with such force that Monomach almost lost his breath. Damn it, this man is simply a beast. How could he encounter such a powerful monster in this place.
This guy let out a burst of laughter that made Monomach a little scared. For no reason, Monomach subconsciously knew that if he didn't do anything, he would die in heaven with the next blow.
Monomach was still young and didn't want to see God so early, so his right hand anxiously groped for his sword on the land mixed with blood. Suddenly, his fingers touched the hilt wrapped with thread.
The shield was hit again. He could feel that if there was another hit, the shield would definitely be broken and it would not be able to protect him at all. However, Monomach had already found a weapon.
Prince Pereyaslav suddenly jumped up from the ground, rushed forward with his long sword, the tip grazed the helmet, and stabbed into the man's eye socket.
Although the penetration was not deep enough to kill the guy, it still caused the guy to gasp in pain and made the guy moan continuously because he lost his eyes.
Monomach punched the man in the stomach, causing him to bend over in pain, and then slashed his neck with a sword. The broken chain link gushed out with blood. It seemed that his neck guard was not worn.
His helmet is of such good quality.
The monster-like figure suddenly fell down, and Prince Pereyaslav finally breathed a sigh of relief. The battle formation should not be taken lightly at any time.
Only then could Monomach focus his attention on the battlefield, and then he found that the ambushers were being routed, leaving the bodies of his comrades and fleeing into the forest.
The reason for their retreat was simple. The Russian cavalry was pouring into their battle ranks, killing the enemy troops wantonly. Monomakh knew those cavalry. They were the armored chargers of the Prince of Chernigov. They were also equipped with both men and horses.
Like a steel golem.
The armored cavalry slaughtered the ambushers who were only wrapped in furs. They killed the ambushers as if they were slaughtering. The ambushers did not show any sense of resistance and just fled to the forest in a hurry. Apparently they had tasted it many times.
The fighting prowess of these iron cavalry makes it impossible to win a battle.
But these cavalry obviously had no intention of pursuing them. Their pursuit went as far as the edge of the forest. It seemed that they were quite afraid of the forest.
The enemy's corpses lay scattered on the battlefield, and the victorious Pereyaslavs were bathed in blood and cheered among them.
Monomach did not join them. Instead, he ordered the soldiers to gather immediately, clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and then prepare to move forward.
"Look who this is, how our Monomach got himself into such a mess."
The iron cavalryman with a gorgeous feather on his helmet ran towards Monomach, his voice was still so frivolous. Monomach looked at the blood and dust on his body, and his face was not very angry.
"That's enough, Oleg, are you just here to laugh at me? And how did you do your security work? I was actually attacked so close to the military camp."
"Hey, that's how the war zone is. You have to get used to it, Prince Pereyaslav, but it's really unlucky that such a large team needs to attack. It seems that several northern army teams nearby have united. Maybe there is something here.
There is our cousin’s team that uses the Chude barbarians. Well, don’t be angry, pick up those corpses and throw them into the forest, but don’t go too far, the wild wolves will take care of these corpses.”
Oleg still looked cynical, and his indifference to human life made Monomacher feel a little arrogant. He still ordered his subordinates to bury the bodies of his own people before leaving.
This time they lost about twenty people, and the enemy left fifty corpses, all of which were thrown into the forest to feed the wolves.
Oleg just continued to watch Monomach's people working with a playful smile. When he saw Pereyaslav digging a hole, he still said, "Don't forget, the wolf will dig it out. This is a waste of work."
"
But he only received a glare from Monomakh. Seeing this, Oleg immediately shut up and stopped being annoying. If he kept talking, Monomakh would probably hit someone with his good temper.
Under the escort of the Chernigov cavalry, the rest of the journey was indeed very smooth. There were also many armed men going to apply for the army on the road. It seemed that they were very close to the southern army's camp.