"Lord Rostislav, we defended St. George's Monastery, and the battlefield situation is now favorable to us!"
The messenger reported the situation ahead to the Prince of Moscow, and then withdrew under the prince's excited waving arms to receive other orders.
The early morning sun has just crossed the horizon, and the earth is bathed in a light pink color. The coolness of the night has not yet dissipated from the air, and the hot breath from the panting horses is like white clouds.
It was still a bit cold in the early morning, and some soldiers were still rubbing their hands in the cold, but as soon as the fighting started, it would heat up, so it wouldn't have much impact.
"Today is a really good day, very suitable for fighting. Svyatoslav has already lost one point, and this point is enough to make up for the gap in strength between us. Tell Edward to let him attack with all his strength, reach the monastery as soon as possible, and help the monastery
Defender."
"Yes! Prince!"
Rostislav was wrapped in gorgeous mail, wore a helmet inlaid with silver, and had the emblem of Rurik's trident on his arm guards. He was extremely excited to conquer the city first.
Beside the Prince of Moscow, groups of seven or eight heavy cavalrymen trotted forward in a rectangular formation, with their spears standing as high as a steel reed marsh, and various flags giving orders on the formation.
The Northern Army infantry spread out on both sides, covering the limit of Rostislav's sight. Then they advanced slowly. The militiamen of the cities, wearing iron armor and commanded by the commanders of their respective neighborhoods, entered the battlefield with pride.
Skirmishers armed with bows and javelins, most of them without armor and not all of them dressed like heavy infantrymen like the Moscow crossbowmen, ran down the hillside from the prince's command team to the front position.
"Have you determined where my uncle is?"
Rostislav asked again, and Domnar, who was following the prince, immediately replied, "I'm sorry, prince, but Svyatoslav has not raised his flag yet, and we cannot determine his location."
"Don't be sorry. My second uncle will show up right away when the war starts. There's no need to rush."
Rostislav looked at the Southern Army that was also slowly unfolding in the distance. Although he was proudly showing off his superiority just now, looking at the majestic formation of the Southern Army, he still couldn't help but feel a little worried. However, this emotion was immediately replaced by
The prince hid, how could he show lack of confidence as the commander-in-chief of the army?
Soon, the prince saw the Bulgar flag. There were fire-breathing dragons on the heads of the Bulgar guards. This flag gave Rostislav some illusions. He felt that he had returned to the battlefield in the east, rather than in this unprecedented battle.
On the war.
Rostislav rode into the Bulgar guards with gray cloaks and saw Adam observing the enemy's battle line.
Beside him were the Bulgar soldiers advancing in an orderly manner. The Bulgars were in good condition and equipped. As Adam said, what he brought with him were all elites.
The Bulgars are very eager to fight. It seems that they are looking forward to performing on a foreign battlefield and cheering for the flag of the Prince of Moscow. Rostislav is looking forward to their performance on the battlefield.
"Lord Rostislav." Adam, who had a wolf carving on his helmet, paid a slight salute, "My people are ready to fight. This is an excellent battlefield. We also have an advantage. Victory will definitely belong to us.
."
"Lord Adam, as long as we all abide by our duties, victory will definitely belong to us."
Rostislav did not show excitement because of Adam's words, but continued to emphasize his responsibility. The battle has not yet begun and he cannot cheer halfway.
Then the two men nodded to each other, and Rostislav rode away, continuing to inspect the battlefield and check the status of each unit.
Rostislav saw that the militiamen of the Rus' cities had arrived on the plain. Downhill in front of them, the pikemen, archers and harpooneers of the Northeast Rus opened a long front line, led by Polei.
However, the spear was a super long spear, which made Rostislav frown. Bolei was initially obsessed with Alexander's works and had his subordinates practice super long spears in White Lake City, but now he has all his troops use super long spears. This
Rostislav was very worried.
But Polei was a veteran after all, and Rostislav could not say anything more. He could only hope that these troops would perform reliably on the battlefield and hold up the front.
Sokal's light cavalry ran past the infantry, trying to protect the flanks of these second-rate troops. The nomads cheered at Rostislav, making the prince of Moscow laugh.
Rostislav led the generals and nobles on horseback along the front line. His followers in heavy armor and fur cloaks protected him in the middle, but Rostislav soon reached the forefront of everyone.
As the prince passed by, the soldiers cheered for the hero of Rus', and Rostislav kept waving to them.
Edward is leading the territorial elite and the Rostov battalion towards the St. George's Monastery in the center of the battlefield to support the exhausted defenders there.
In the center of the entire front, two large infantry phalanxes are slowly taking shape, and the small phalanxes are moving as close as possible under command and orders.
One of them was composed of the Moscow militia brought by Rostislav, commanded by Anwar Faris Nour, an Orthodox Christian from Persia, and the other was composed of the Novgorod militia of Gavrila.
These two teams have the highest morale in the Northern Army camp and are also the best equipped. They have obtained weapons and equipment from the Moscow guild.
One is a long-term war division led by Rostislav for many years, and has long wanted to compete with other cities, while the other has been dissatisfied with his title as the second city of Russia for a long time, and is eager to teach the bastards of Kiev a lesson on the battlefield.
Therefore, they also shouted loudest when the Prince of Moscow's procession passed by, and they supported Rostislav very enthusiastically.
As Rostislav passed by, he shouted loudly to the commanders in charge of the two armies, generally speaking to encourage fighting and bravery. They responded to the prince with a few words, and then returned to their discussions with the commanders of the militiamen of the various districts under their command.
Behind the Ross militia holding shields and spears is a mixed group of mercenaries. They are cannon fodder on the battlefield and a good supplementary force.
There are exiled Western knights, wearing square helmets and armed from head to toe with mail. There are also tribal warriors chasing the glory of war, wearing simple cloaks and riding reliable old horses. There are also prairie warriors, wearing shiny
Wearing mail and a short bright-colored cloak, a riding bow is placed on the saddle.
A group of Novgorod pikemen ran along the avenue and headed for one of the clearings left between the infantry squares.
Rostislav climbed up a nearby hill and looked at the huge battlefield and the strength of his soldiers.
On the left side of the infantry led by Anwar, that is, at the far left end of the front line, a Russian cavalry phalanx has been formed.
They were nobles from Moscow, Novgorod and Smolensk. They wore full body armor, their horses were covered with thick felt armor, and they were accompanied by equally well-armed servants.
This is the Russian heavy cavalry team that Rostislav spent many years training. The main body is the city lords of Moscow. Now they are looking forward to the performance of these cavalry, and their morale is indeed high.
As for the right wing, that is, next to Gavrila's Novgorod militia, it is guarded by the Bulgars. There are many light and heavy cavalry in the Bulgar camp, so Rostislav put them in charge of the right wing. He believed that Adam
The troops can withstand the battle situation.
The North troops headed by Harald played the role of the general reserve. They were arranging weapons behind Rostislav. It was obvious that they were elites who had experienced many battles.
Harald was very dissatisfied with Rostislav's arrangement, but in the end Rostislav responded by saying, "You can enjoy it when the war is at its fiercest by entering the battlefield later."
Svyatoslav, let's see who is more powerful.
Rostislav looked at the formation of the Confederate Army and the flags there. His eyes exuded a strong fighting spirit. The nervousness he once felt disappeared. He was eager to start a war with his second uncle right away.