After completing all this, Rostislav did not hesitate at all. He handed over the captives to his subordinates, ordered them to treat the wounds of his relative, and then imprisoned him. This was an important hostage.
The Prince of Moscow then returned to his horse, and then he led his cavalry into Mrs. Chernigo and entered their battle formation.
The Confederate soldiers were completely defeated. Many of them dropped their weapons and ran away without looking back.
However, as a unit that Sviatoslav had trained for so long, there were still many people resisting. They formed circular formations and tried their best to gather all the soldiers who were still willing to fight. The situation did not completely collapse.
The Northern Army was already in ecstasy. Everyone could see that victory was just around the corner, which made them extremely excited. Adrenaline surged wildly, and some were even cheering for victory.
Although they cheered for victory, they still had to gnaw on the bones, that is, those circular formations, but these circular formations were often scattered by the deserters who ran away frantically.
As if in response to the victory here, on the bloody battlefield of St. George's Monastery, the defenders also achieved results. They seriously injured the Kiev noble named Kiyanin, forcing his troops to retreat.
As for Harald, there is no need to say more about that lunatic and the equally crazy Norsemen under him. Moreover, the more he fights, the crazier he becomes. He shouts "Valhalla" while fighting. He has already captured more than ten famous people.
Samurai's head.
These hundreds of Northmen held back thousands of soldiers of the Grand Duke of Kiev, making them unable to move at all. This powerful force was restricted like this. These lunatics were really terrifying.
The situation on the entire battlefield is developing in a direction that is favorable to the Northern Army. The overall morale of the Southern Army has begun to decline, and it is getting lower and lower.
"……asshole."
Svyatoslav looked at the scene over there. He was in a very bad mood and his expression was very ugly. In the past half hour, he went from about to win to about to lose.
"Are the Pereyaslavs coming? Are they coming?"
The Grand Duke of Kiev roared and looked around for traces of Pereyaslav's troops. First he saw some Chernigov militiamen dispersed, and then they were gathered and thrown into the battlefield.
Then he saw a wave of crossbows tilted from the monastery towers, defeating an infantry group. Finally, he saw the Pereyaslavs, but found that they were stuck with the Kiev militia.
Some Pereyaslavs squeezed through the chaos in twos and threes, and then stood there confused, because many people did not come out, and their general Vsevolod also did not come.
The situation of the people of Polovtsia was not much better, the situation was very bad on both sides.
If Ms. Pereyaslav wanted to go to the other side of the battlefield, she had to cross the entire battlefield, and it was easy to collide with the troops heading to the front line. Such things did happen. Now Ms. Pereyaslav was in a very embarrassing situation.
"God! Why are you doing this to me! Am I not pious enough?"
Svyatoslav couldn't stop roaring. This was really exciting and too hard to accept.
But this depression lasted short-lived, as Svyatoslav remembered his decision when facing the Polovtsian army.
"Yes, now I can only rely on my courage."
Svyatoslav's words puzzled the panicked nobles and generals around him. The situation is so dangerous now, why is the Grand Duke still saying such things?
"Yevgeny, announce it, I am joining the battle."
Svyatoslav said calmly, as if what he was going to do next was something easy.
The soldier captain named Yevgeny was stunned, and then a look of excitement appeared on his face.
"yes!"
Rostislav drew his sword across the helmet of a Mrs. Chernigo, who clutched her throat and fell to the ground. The Prince of Moscow raised his head and saw Mrs. Chernigo's collapse getting more serious.
But a voice ruined everything Rostislav saw.
"The Grand Duke has entered the battle! Lord Svyatoslav has entered the battle! The victor of Kiev has entered the battle!"
This voice spread like a plague among the Chernigov ladies, and Svyatoslav, the flag of the Grand Duke of Kiev, approached the battlefield in these shouts. The Northern Army who was chasing and killing suddenly found that everything in front of them seemed to be lost.
The fighting Confederate army suddenly turned around and continued to fight with them.
The sound of entering the battle seemed to inject power into them. Mrs. Chernigo believed in the power of their prince, and believed that the prince who had created miracles outside Kiev would create miracles again here.
So these originally defeated soldiers turned around without hesitation and continued to fight, because they wanted to witness the legend of Svyatoslav, the myth of Svyatoslav, and the victory of this ruler.
"Huh, I still have to face my second uncle after all."
Rostislav took the reins, and his surroundings were cleared by the Northern Army soldiers. He lined up beside the prince. Sokal's nomadic cavalry also joined in, as well as some scattered horsemen on the battlefield.
Everyone knows that the decisive battle is about to begin.
Following Svyatoslav were the best of Chernigov, the nobles and generals gathered behind him, not to mention their retinue and the most elite group of Chernigov cavalry.
Rostislav thought about a lot. He thought about his father's death, the soldiers in Kiev under the command of his grandfather, and the hard work in Northeastern Rus... Didn't all of this start because of his second uncle?
And now all this is finally coming to an end. Today is a matter of victory and defeat, as well as life and death.
Svyatoslav also thought a lot, about his conspiracy, how he went from being cautious to being rough and brutal, and how he ascended to the throne of Kiev.
It is ironic to say that Rostislav exerted influence in this process. He made Sviatoslav gain something and lose something.
But no matter what they think, only one thing is certain, that is, only one of them can survive today.
Ross's throne, as well as the grudge between the two of them, will come to an end today.
"Moscow!"
Rostislav shouted involuntarily, and other northern troops also responded, showing off their momentum.
"Chernigov!"
Svyatoslav also roared in the same way, and the same roar broke out from his ranks.
The two teams were approaching quickly, and people continued to join them, including cavalry, infantry, civilians, and nobles. They all wanted to be a part of this battle.