When the last southern counterattack force collapsed, when the southern army was completely defeated, Rostislav finally breathed a sigh of relief. The victory was finally secure, and he could finally rest assured.
The Prince of Moscow felt that the wounds on his body that had been initially bandaged were still hurting, and he thought that he had to treat the wounds as soon as possible. It would be funny if he died of wound infection.
Fortunately, he brought his Persian doctor, who is on his way now. Having a professional doctor treat the wound is more reliable than anything else.
Speaking of the doctor, Rostislav was glad that he brought the Persians and his apprentices, and the rescue station they formed saved many lives.
Although only one-tenth of the injured were rescued, in this era where injuries equal 100% death, this is already a miraculous number.
There are still wounded people being sent in a steady stream, hoping that these doctors can save their lives.
But after Rostislav glanced at the wounded station, he didn't want to go there, because he felt that the place was like a slaughterhouse... Even a veteran like him looked uncomfortable.
Rostislav saw the collapse of the last resistance of the Southern Army, the cheers of the Northern Army soldiers, and the corpse-grabbers who appeared directly from the battlefield like vultures.
At St. George's Monastery, the brave defenders cheered with their last strength, and many people helped each other to stand up to welcome their victory.
Looking at this scene, Rostislav vowed to build a more gorgeous and magnificent St. George's Monastery after the war. On the one hand, he would appease the many souls caused by the war, and on the other hand, he would show his victory.
This is a scene of victory, this is a great scene, this is a scene that makes Rostislav extremely happy, and he has a strong desire to paint, which is even stronger than his emotions after the Battle of Minsk.
But there was still a haze under the victory. Even though he had won, Rostislav still felt very heavy because he had been reading the casualty reports from all sides just after getting on the horse.
Although it was only a preliminary list of fallen generals and officers, looking at the densely packed names, Rostislav felt scared. The number of dead soldiers must have been exaggerated.
The German Robert and the Persian Anwar, two loyal ministers who had followed him since the Moscow era, were unfortunately lost. Polei, who had followed him since Kiev, and Dier, who was born in Northeastern Rus, are still uncertain about their lives and deaths. Four of them died at once.
An important minister, Rostislav is really heartbroken.
But he was also very lucky that Jan and Edward were fine. The mayor of Suzdal plunged into the most intense fighting area, and the Anglo-Saxons were in the most intense fighting area, but nothing happened.
There is another person who is fine, that is Mieszko. This illegitimate son of the Polish royal family has been wandering around the fringe war zone. Rostislav once doubted whether he had surrendered to the enemy. After all, he and his half-brother Bolie
Relations with Sław were never bad, but in the end Mieszko came back and brought with him the heads of several Polish knights.
They are all staunch supporters of Rostislav, and no matter what happens to these people, they will make him very uncomfortable.
"After this battle, Ross won't be able to recover for five or six years."
Rostislav then lamented that after this battle, he would become the lord of all Russia, and his thinking naturally started from the perspective of all Russia.
Just as Rostislav was sighing, Adam came to the prince's side on horseback, with an apology on his face, "Lord Rostislav, I am very sorry, I failed to stop Boleslaw, he forced himself on my battle line.
A gap was created and my troops were routed, before they retreated."
"Boleslaw is such a smart man, he actually did this trick."
Rostislav couldn't help but lamented that Boleslaw looked crazy, but in fact this was the most correct operation, the one that could best protect the entire army.
But it was also because most of Boleslaw's troops were elites that he dared to do such an operation. But then again, with Poland raising troops almost every year over the years, how many Polish troops could not
It's considered elite.
"Don't be too discouraged, Lord Adam, that's how the battle formation is."
Rostislav said with relief, don't worry about this little thing. The behavior of the King of Poland will not affect the overall victory, but Adam was still very embarrassed. After all, the performance of the Bulgars in this battle was quite satisfactory, and in the end they were not able to stop the King of Poland.
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And just when Rostislav was thinking about his next move, he received news that was like a bolt from the blue.
Harald is dying.
The procession of the Prince of Moscow passed through the battlefield strewn with corpses, through the ranks of soldiers saluting the monarch, through the soldiers cheering for victory, to the place where the Norwegians surrounded their king.
"I am Rostislav, I am Rostislav, get out of the way, get out of my way quickly."
Rostislav squeezed through the crowd and saw Harald lying on the ground. There was a wound on the Norwegian king's chest. This wound was so small compared to the two-meter-high body, but it was indeed the wound that killed the king.
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The prince of Moscow knelt in front of Harald and looked at the King of Norway. He couldn't believe that the strong man as strong as an ox was going like this!
"Ahem, Rostislav, you are here. Today I finally got my wish. I can finally go to Valhalla."
There was no panic or fear in Harald's words, just like a normal person, as if there were no wounds there.
When they heard their king speaking like this, the Norwegian warriors all knelt down. Although they all yearned for Valhalla, they did not want the king to leave before them.
"After I die, I will have a funeral according to the traditional Norse funeral. I don't want a Christian priest. I will be a warrior of Odin and Thor all my life."
The King of Norway explained the funeral affairs, his tone was as calm as if he was talking about what to eat tomorrow, while Rostislav became more and more sad and couldn't help but shed tears, "Your Majesty Harald, who, who did this?"
?I will definitely avenge you."
"Forget it, forget it, the formation of warriors is not the norm in the world. This is how our world develops. There is no need to anger those two Rurik boys. No matter what, they are your relatives of Rostislav. And tell me
The boys in my family, don’t come for revenge, it’s meaningless, just be their kings and nobles.”
Harald seemed quite open-minded about revenge, and didn't care about his own death at all. Samurai battles were so common that there was no need to care about it, and there was no need to care about hatred.
"Okay, Lord Rostislav, I have to leave, I want to go to Valhallal, so let's say goodbye forever, and everyone here, we'll see you again."
Harald's words made all the Norwegian warriors cry like children, and Rostislav couldn't help but take action and hold the king's hand tightly.
The King of Norway just closed his eyes calmly. Everyone knew that His Majesty the King had already gone.
"It's over, it's finally over, it's all over." Rostislav stood up and said sadly, "According to His Majesty Harald's instructions, all kinds of utensils must be prepared to take care of his descendants. And all the utensils must be prepared.
, find a priest of Odin and Thor, we need them to conduct the funeral."
Rostislav didn't want to stay here any longer, so he chose to leave. Behind the prince, the trusted warriors who had already received the king's orders carried the king's body onto the stretcher that had been prepared for a long time, and took the King of Norway away.
After returning, Rostislav found that his Persian doctor had arrived, and the prince of Moscow was too lazy to deal with battlefield matters. He threw them all to his subordinates and lay down on the grass, letting the Persian doctor treat his wounds.
The war was over, and the Northern Army won a comprehensive victory, but they also paid an extremely heavy price.
But no matter what, victory is victory, and Rose's new era will come.