When the Polovets followed Prince Pereyaslav, and when Rostislav was relieved that his son was safe and sound, Monomakh was looking at the chaotic battlefield and going upstream along the rout of the tide.
From time to time, disbanded soldiers shouted at Monomakh's team not to move forward, and that if they went forward they would have to die, but Mrs. Pereyaslav paid no attention to them.
Although the Pereyaslavs had tasted defeat before, they did not lose their will to fight and were still willing to continue fighting. This mentality made them look proud when they looked at those defeated.
The defeated soldiers looked at them as if they were fools. In their opinion, these people were really stupid. How could they move forward if they didn't run away quickly? Is there any value in fighting for those masters?
Monomakh stopped the advancing soldiers from time to time. At first, he wanted these people to go back to fight, but only a few people obeyed his orders. Gradually, Monomakh also gave up this idea and asked about the battle situation on the front line. At least they were willing to answer these questions.
question.
But the information obtained is also varied, true and false, for example, Lord Chukin was beheaded, for example, the King of Poland was killed, for example, Rostislav expelled demons and fought for him, etc. There is too much news, Monomach fundamental analysis
Don't come.
He tried hard to construct the battlefield situation in his mind and figure out where was the most appropriate place to enter.
But no matter how hard he tried, all he got in the end was a mess, and he couldn't figure out when to break in. The battlefield was too chaotic, with horses and people running around everywhere, and troops gathering from time to time.
, and collapse from time to time.
Soon, Monomach arrived at the war zone. He ordered the troops to stop advancing. He needed to take a closer look at the situation. Although it seemed a bit futile, there is always nothing wrong with observing more.
Beside him, a group of Confederate soldiers were dispersing, without even looking at the advancing Monomach team. There was nothing left to arouse these people's fighting spirit. They just wanted to escape from this damn battlefield.
These people cursed everyone, complained about this failure, complained about this war, Monomach did not pay attention to these people, these soldiers could not be counted on, they were of course the most hopeless people.
Monomakh's sight swept across the battlefield, and what he saw was not only collapse, but also collapse. Destruction was inevitable, and Prince Pereyaslav's heart became more and more desperate.
However, some of the scattered Confederate soldiers - cavalry, archers, pikemen - gathered towards his banner like salt attached to a rope suspended in salt water.
These people are the determined part of the Confederate Army. They are unwilling to fail like this. Now they have finally found a determined team, which makes them relieved.
Others are simply grateful to have found an organization, and they are unwilling to continue to collapse in such a disorderly manner.
Although the team has grown a lot, they are still so desperate in the face of the collapsing battle situation, and Monomach's mood has not improved at all.
The Confederate army in the rest of the battlefield was completely defeated. There were countless dead and dying Russians lying on the ground, and more people fled in disarray on the chaotic road to the south.
He could not see any Confederate flags, and only a small number of troops were still holding on. Facing an enemy force several times their size, the front was in danger and could collapse at any time. The situation was very desperate.
"Monomach, Monomach, it's you! That's great."
When Monomach's mind was spinning urgently, analyzing the situation on the battlefield and thinking about what should happen, a familiar voice sounded, and surprise appeared on Monomach's face.
"Oleg, it's great that you're okay!"
Oleg has now lived up to his previous pride. His feathers have disappeared, and there are either blood or slash marks on his armor. As for his Chernigov heavy cavalry, there are only a few dozen left.
Their postures were also extremely embarrassing, and many of them were stained with blood, obviously injured.
"Yes, I'm fine, nothing happened, but my father is dead, my eldest brother was captured by Rostislav, and the other two brothers still don't know whether they are alive or dead."
The youngest Sviatoslavic said in frustration that the impact of these scenes was too huge.
But just when Monomakh was thinking about how to comfort his relatives, Oleg seemed to change his face and his expression became crazy.
"I've found an opportunity now, Monomakh, I need your people. Now the entire southern army has collapsed. Rostislav can't imagine that we will counterattack. Monomakh, we might be able to reverse the entire situation of the war! Just
Work miracles like my father did! Right, Monomach, you are right!"
The words of his relatives made Monomach fall into deep thinking. Although Oleg's mental state was obviously a little unstable due to this series of stimulation, what he said was not impossible.
The Northern Army must not have thought that the Southern Army would launch a desperate counterattack, and if they managed it well, even if they could not reverse the situation of the war, they could at least give Rostislav a slap in the face.
"How is it, how is it, Monomach!"
Oleg shook Monomakh's arm, eager to get his answer, while Monomakh's expression changed from hesitant at the beginning to extremely determined.
"Done! Damn it, Oleg, we did it!"
Monomakh made a decision, and then with the joy on Oleg's face, he turned to his subordinates and looked at the Confederate soldiers who were still standing in the battle line at this time.
"Brothers of the Southern Army, I know that you come from all over the country, and I know that you have experienced too much, and now there is an opportunity for us to turn the tide of the war. Brothers, will you do it? As long as we succeed, I will make each of you rich.
People! Everyone can be a Ross hero!”
"Dry!"
"That's it anyway, it doesn't matter what you do anymore!"
"Right, that is it!"
All kinds of voices echoed. Those who are still here are all staunch men of the Southern Army. Many of them even came with the mentality of losing their battle. Everyone planned to fight with Prince Rurik instead of dying in the collapse.
, it would be better to die in the impact.
In this way, when Rostislav was still immersed in victory, a counterattack force was formed and headed towards the Northern Army.
"go ahead!"
Monomakh's voice echoed, and he rushed to the front to lead his men. Next to him was Oleg. The eyes of the young Prince Rurik were filled with hatred.
Many Northern troops did not expect this sudden counterattack, and many troops were either wiped out or routed under the attack of this motley army.
The cavalry galloped on the battlefield and over the corpses, but this time it was the Northern Army who became the escapee.
They also seriously wounded Dill of the Rostov battalion, an officer chosen by lot from the monastery garrison.
Dill was actually very reluctant to fight back, but he had to attack when he was drawn, and he was unlucky. He took the shot and hit Monomach's face directly, and then he lay down. If his subordinates hadn't pulled him down with all their strength,
This time I'm really going to die.
After defeating Dill's tribe, more Confederate troops joined in the counterattack. In times of defeat, nothing can boost morale more than heroes. Suddenly, the Confederate army gained momentum!
"What's going on? Why are the Confederate troops counterattacking?"
Rostislav naturally noticed everything that happened there, but before he gave the order, someone had already started taking action.
That's Harald.
Harald was the first person to pay attention to this counterattack. When the southern army began to collapse, the Norwegian king was a little disappointed, because it meant that he had failed in his pursuit of Valhalla again.
The King of Norway originally thought that he could only listen to his subordinates who came with the Northern Army complaining about why the King did not take them to do such interesting things, until he saw this counterattack, and counterattacked under such circumstances.
He must be an elite one! He still has a chance!
The Norwegian infantry that had joined the king blocked the counterattack force, and a melee ensued. No matter how determined the counterattacking Southern army was, they could only be blocked by these madmen with Valhalla in mind.
However, many Norwegians went to Valhalla as they wished. As the last counterattack of the Southern Army, the enemies here were extremely elite and determined, and they dared to fight the Norwegians in a bloody battle.
Blood against blood, sword against sword, it was another fierce fight.
During the fierce battle, the horses of Monomakh and Oleg were injured one after another. Monomakh was better. He noticed that something was wrong and dismounted decisively to avoid being overturned by the horse.
As for Oleg, he was directly thrown off his horse. If Monomakh had not dared to come to the rescue, he would have been stabbed to death by a group of spearmen.
"This won't work, Monomach, this won't work, we must let everyone see us, the Norwegians blocked our offensive, we must boost morale!"
Oleg stood up with the support of Monomakh, looking at the chaos and chaos around him, and the fighting around him.
Because of the fall of the two of them, many soldiers had appeared and began to hesitate, which made him very anxious.
"We have to find a war horse right away, right away."
Monomakh agreed, but just when he asked Oleg to stand by himself, he froze.
Oleg followed his gaze and was also stunned.
Because in front of them stood a two-meter-tall strong man with blood all over his body. This man was none other than the King of Norway, Harald.
"Look who these are, two boys from the Rurik family."
Harald smiled, it was a satisfied smile, he finally found the leader of this army. He didn't expect it to be two young men from Rurik, but that's fine, that's fine.