Chapter 405 Trivial Affairs of the Confederate Army
"We need more weapons, more weapons, Lord Svyatoslav, I basically don't have much equipment. People are wearing armed uniforms that have been eliminated, and many people don't even have to wear them! We can't
If you let these young men go to the front line like this, they will die. Isn't this the reason why the front line was so easily defeated before and the attack failed?"
Chukin once again emphasized to Svyatoslav that this Kiev nobleman was very strong because this problem was really too big.
Svyatoslav is also very troubled. This is really torturous, and the most troublesome thing is that he still has no reliable solution.
The root of the problem they were facing came from the rout a year ago. In that rout, although few people in the three cities of South Ross were killed, too many weapons and armor were lost.
Basically the weapons and armor were thrown away.
Later, the Polovets used this to arm themselves, and they naturally took all the armor with them when they ran away. Such a huge amount of armor loss would not be restored for a while.
In Rus, the soldiers' armors were all self-financed. Many people's armors had been passed down for several generations, and now they were all lost, and they would not be able to be replaced for a while.
"There is nothing I can do, Lord Qiu Jin, you can help yourself as much as possible."
Gleb helped his father out, but was met with more complaints.
"If I could raise my own money, I would have raised it myself. Who knew at that time that we would have to fight such a large-scale war? No one was in a hurry to raise equipment. Isn't that what happens now when we encounter wars? The blacksmith's goods
Basically, they are all sold out, and the ones with iron sheets sewn onto thick clothes are no longer available.”
Chukin complained full of complaints. Complaining about this war was more about complaining about the prince. The subtext in his words was naturally understood by everyone here, and the Sviatoslavichs immediately looked unhappy.
But their attack stopped because of his father's signal. Sviatoslav sighed, "Well, Master Chukin, I will give you some equipment from my armory, but I must tell you that this
They are all equipment replaced by Chernigov, but this is all I have now."
The Grand Duke of Kiev took a piece of parchment, scribbled on it, and then stamped it with his seal, giving the paper the authority of the Grand Duke.
"Okay, that's good, I'll send someone to get it right away."
After receiving the order, Chukin's expression immediately changed. In any case, he finally got some equipment for the Kiev people.
"Father, isn't this bad? Our own equipment is not enough. Wouldn't it be better for our own people to replace these replaced items?"
After Chukin left, Gleb said to his father in confusion. He really didn't understand the intention. Isn't it good to give things to his own people? Why should he give them to those in Kiev?
"Instead of giving these things to those newbies and the pagan savages who came from God knows where, I would rather give the equipment to the old militiamen in Kiev. At least their combat experience is much better than these people. Those people
They are all veterans of the shield wall. Moreover, Gleb, you must remember that I am now the Grand Duke of Kiev and the Prince of Chernigov. I must not favor one over the other. I am now the Grand Duke of all Russia, and I can no longer pay attention to one place or one city.
, to balance the cities."
Svyatoslav taught his son earnestly and sincerely, but his thinking still had not changed. This would not work. How would he rule the whole of Russia in the future?
"Yes, father, I understand."
Gleb said immediately, and then he mentioned another thing, which he remembered through the armor.
"Father, I'm a little worried. Under the current circumstances, the Northern Army's armor wearing rate is probably much better than ours. That city of weapons in Moscow has produced God knows how many armors for Rostislav over the years, and we are here this time.
So much armor was lost again in the Battle of Pereyaslav."
"Don't worry, my son, even if you lose so much, the foundation of South Russia cannot be recovered by Moscow. Even if you suffer such a big loss, it can't change this. And things on the battlefield will never be the same.
This kind of thing can be decided. Remember how we defeated 12,000 with three thousand outside Kiev? Isn’t that a typical example?”
The Grand Duke of Kiev has no worries. As a man who has performed miracles outside Kiev, he doesn't care about these things.
"Ah, yes, that day I thought I was going to die, but we won. Father, you are really right."
When his father said this, Gleb's somewhat nervous heart immediately felt at ease. When it comes to fighting in battle, how can we only focus on weapons?
Next, the father and son continued the work that had been interrupted when Qiu Jin came in. The father and son were extremely busy on weekdays. There were too many things to do every day. This army was big and big, but everything was pressing on them.
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Moreover, the conflicts between the cities in Southern Rus are very strong. This land is prosperous, but there are also many conflicts. Many families even have generational hatred between them. They need to mediate, and there are many things that need to be dealt with.
Not to mention the astronomical distribution of materials, thanks to the Dnieper River as a transportation artery, otherwise things would be many times more than they are now.
Svyatoslav and his sons hoped very much that things would decrease, but they always kept increasing, and often getting worse.
"Sir Svyatoslav, the Poles, the Polotskians, and the Pereyaslavs are all here!"
Svyatoslav didn't even raise his head, "Really? We actually came together. Well, take them to the camp quickly. Don't rush things, make them orderly, and don't cause any more trouble for me."
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"Well, yes..." Although he had received the order, the man did not leave immediately. Instead, he hesitated in front of the Grand Duke.
"What's the matter?" Sviatoslav finally raised his head, what happened?
"The Poles and Polovets started fighting with the Kiev people in the camp."
"A fight started? What's the reason?"
Svyatoslav stood up abruptly, his face full of anger. How could such a mess happen? Didn't they all give orders not to do such a thing?
"Someone saw their equipment and jewelry on these foreigners. Naturally, they asked for it, but the foreigners would definitely not give it to them. They also mocked the Kiev people, saying that they were so useless that they couldn't even keep their own things... So
Then... the fight started."
The man's voice became softer and quieter, he became more and more timid and hesitant, and Sviatoslav's inner anger grew stronger.
"Damn it, mobilize my soldiers and go immediately to separate those guys... Forget it, I will lead the soldiers myself!"
Svyatoslav grabbed the sword in the tent and walked out directly. Seeing this, his soldiers also drew their swords, looking murderous.
The experience of dealing with these messes taught Sviatoslav that if you want to solve the problem quickly, you have to use the knife.
Gleb sighed. He now hopes more and more to start a war as soon as possible. The sooner the war starts, the sooner these bad things will disappear...