Faced with Rostislav's complaints, Veshata just smiled and looked at him with kindness, which made Rostislav a little annoyed.
After finally instructing the doctors to step up the treatment of the wounded and completing the work at hand, Rostislav looked at Veshata again and said, "You are really calm enough, Uncle Veshata."
"What else can I do if I don't calm down? Are you going to rush in and fight immediately? Rostislav, don't be too nervous. I know this battle is of great significance. I have to go back to his boys, and they will pick up soon."
The battle is over, and I doubt my men can withstand the situation."
Veshata just saw a group of barbarians charging towards the Smolensk militia's line. The barbarians threw axes as they charged. An ax flew over and cut deeply into the head of a heavy armored infantryman. The man fell down with his limbs spread wide.
, died on the spot.
The rest of the barbarians continued to shout battle slogans, holding various weapons in their hands, including axes, knives, spears and javelins. The Smolensk people seemed a little frightened, which made Veshata very unhappy, and more
worry.
"Well, you go ahead."
With these words Rostislav sent his uncle Vishata away and continued to observe the development of the battlefield.
After Veshata went to the Smolensk camp, the battle line quickly stabilized. The mayor's gaze injected courage into the hearts of these militiamen, and they bravely fought against the enemy in front of them.
Rostislav suppressed his nervousness and waited calmly. He was waiting for Svyatoslav's movements. Just now, his several small offensives had been defused, but now he wanted to see what movements the Southern Army would make.
The most intense battle on the battlefield at the moment is undoubtedly St. George's Monastery, and then there is the fierce confrontation between the main forces of the North and South armies. Shields collide with shields, weapons with weapons. Both sides seize every opportunity to stab their weapons at the opposite side.
Rostislav saw Gavrila roaring at the district chiefs under his command, ordering the militiamen to fight bravely, and encouraging them to move forward with glory and trophies. The Novgorod people indeed used their skills in street politics.
It was so brave that it charged towards the enemy formation like a wild bull.
Anwar's side seemed much more orderly. The Persian Orthodox Christians relied on the Moscow militia's smooth order system to calmly mobilize their troops and even perform some local micro-manipulation.
And the southern armies are not easy to fight against. The Kiev people are very tenacious on the battlefield. Even in the face of the most difficult situation, their formation is like an unwavering rock being beaten by waves.
As for the Chernigov militiamen who have been led by the current Grand Duke of Kiev for more than ten years, the discipline and combat effectiveness they have shown are very strong. Many of them have undoubtedly reached the master level in the use of shields and spears.
As for St. George's Monastery, it was completely the core of the battle. It was the most central and fiercest place in this meat grinder. With the monastery as the center, on both sides were the Chernigov militia versus the Moscow militia, and the Kiev militia versus the Novosibirsk militia.
Gorod Militia.
Both sides are throwing troops into the meat grinder of the monastery from time to time, but there are also troops that are constantly broken down and then reorganized and thrown into the fight again. This is a place where every inch of land is bloody.
"Lord Rostislav! Look over there!"
Domnar's voice sounded like thunder, and the frightened Rostislav immediately looked in the direction pointed by the guard captain, and then saw an extremely horrific scene.
It was the spearmen behind the forest commanded by Poley who had a problem. When these people first picked up the spears, they were in order, but soon someone hit the spear shaft of the person next to them.
Then the situation became chaotic, mistakes spread like a plague, the sounds of wood and iron colliding one after another, and there were some angry curses, but these sounds were quickly covered up by various exclamations,
Because chaos is spreading quickly.
Things completely turned into a disaster. The spears that were being raised were turned aside and fell down one by one, like a toppled forest.
Many Northern Army spearmen simply dropped their spears and pulled out their swords and axes from their waists to fight with the enemies on the opposite side. However, some people were still struggling with the super long spears in their hands, trying to pull it up.
When the Confederate soldiers discovered the chaos in the spear formation, they howled one after another and rushed forward. The uneven lines caused the nearby Northern troops to retreat for a while.
Although this is only one part of a huge battlefield, chaos cannot be allowed to develop.
"Asshole! I warned Poley not to do this, but he insists on doing this!"
Rostislav slapped his thigh hard, damn, why did something like this happen at this time!
"Master Serikhov, send your troops to attack immediately. We must maintain the stability of the front!"
"Just watch, the front will be restored soon!"
After hearing the order, Old Ivan immediately led the Yaroslavl people into the battlefield. The Yaroslavl people were very eager to fight, and this grand battlefield made them extremely restless.
The young people looked eager to go to the battlefield. Rostislav saw the excitement on the face of Old Ivan's grandson Vladimir because he was going into battle.
And Rostislav couldn't help but curl his lips. He didn't like this look and was not used to young people going to the battlefield so happily.
As the troops of the Serikhov family moved forward, the battle line finally stabilized. Nothing could restore morale better than the constant influx of reinforcements, and the southern troops that broke in were pushed back.
However, they later encountered an attack by thousands of Chernigov militiamen, but they still held on to the situation firmly. It seemed that Sviatoslav also noticed the fighter planes here, but the hesitation in passing the order made the South Army miss this possibility.
The battlefield pry points.
But Rostislav was still unhappy. The entire front line showed a diagonal line because of this small mistake, which made the Prince of Moscow very unhappy.
And then there was even worse news, which made Rostislav's face suddenly fall.
"Lord Bolei is injured! His left hand was cut off and has been carried out of the battlefield. Lord Ivan has now taken over his troops."
"This is really intense. It has only been 40 minutes, and even a nobleman like Bolei was carried down."
"Today is indeed a tough battle. This honor is not easy to earn."
"Why, are you scared?"
"How is that possible? I'm just sighing about the battle. What if I didn't compete to see who killed the most enemies in the end!"
The nobles behind the prince murmured, and many of them had fear in their voices. The fierceness of the battle was beyond their expectations.
Rostislav's heart became heavier and heavier. It seemed that today would be a very sad day.
Then he received another bad news. His chief engineer, the German Robert, was shot by a crossbow arrow from the siege equipment of both sides.
This made Rostislav sigh and couldn't help but recall the voice and smile of this Germanic man. Many buildings in Moscow were the product of this man, and now that he is dead, this makes Rostislav very regretful.
The operation of the ballistae and trebuchets did not stop because of his death. Robert's adjutant took over the command. This man was also his apprentice and was quite prestigious among the engineers and soldiers, enough to direct them to continue fighting.
The relationship between the prince and the prince did not stay with Polei for long, because he had more important things to think about. Svyatoslav has not yet wielded his heavy hammer. Although the battle is very intense, it is still a stalemate in fact.
Status, we still don’t know when the Kiev Grand Council will launch the attack.
Rostislav subconsciously looked to the left and right. The cavalry groups on both sides were still wandering around each other. Except for a small number of rangers chasing each other and shooting at each other, both sides wanted to reach the impact point according to their own plans, but they were restricted by the opposite side.
.
Just when Rostislav was about to blow the horn and order the cavalry group to attack in an attempt to open up the battle, the melodious horn sound suddenly sounded.
Rostislav immediately turned his attention to the direction where the sound came from, and his mood subconsciously became nervous. That was exactly the direction where his son was.