While Rostislav was enjoying the cheers and hard-won relaxation, in the surrounded city of Pez, the Polovts launched another round of attacks.
"Get up, get up, get your weapons!"
The third uncle put on his armor, walked towards the bed, kicked the sleepy guy awake, and did not forget to give instructions to the people who had been called.
Above their heads, warning bugles kept sounding.
Vsevolod really didn't expect that the Polovets would start the siege again. Yesterday they attacked almost continuously for a whole day and night, but they launched another attack so quickly.
Surrounded by his own soldiers, the prince climbed onto the large gate tower on the west parapet. The wooden walls and roof of the gate tower had been repaired after yesterday's battle and were enough to protect the soldiers from the rain of arrows.
The upstairs was crowded with various Russian soldiers, and the rays of the morning sun shone on them. The archers and spearmen each found their positions and stood firmly behind the city wall.
The third uncle carefully poked his head out from behind the battlements and looked at everything outside the city.
Under the city wall, there were many corpses of Borovets and driven Rus civilians, and some simple ladders also fell in a pool of blood.
The ladders of the Polovets are of various kinds. Some are said to be made of several short thin wooden boards tied together, some are made of pine trunks and beams nailed, and some are hastily made of trees with felling marks on both ends, and they all have the same characteristics.
Its characteristic is that it can be manufactured quickly in large quantities.
The third uncle was very careful because he was almost shot to death by a ballista below. God knows where the Polovets got a few ballistas from.
This thing was used by the nomads for decapitation tactics. Even the commander-in-chief Vsevolod was almost shot to death by a ballista. After that encounter with the Lord's call, he became cautious in everything.
Outside the shooting range of the city, the Polovets army was neatly arranged on the ground. The siege infantry and the roaming cavalry were clearly distinguishable. There were also a large number of cavalry reserves observing the entire battlefield, waiting for the opportunity.
Countless light yellow military flags were flying in the enemy's formation. Polovets Khan looked at the battlefield surrounded by kneeling warriors. The Khan was surrounded by warriors in gorgeous armor, many of whom had facial expressions.
They all have iron surfaces inlaid with gems, and behind them are cloaks of many colors and fully embroidered.
Soon, the rumble of horse hooves was heard outside the city wall, and a large number of horse archers appeared outside the city wall. As always, they galloped outside the city wall and threw arrows in their hands.
Vsevolod leaned close to the wooden battlement and felt the impact of the arrows hitting it. The same was true for everyone else. Under the rain of arrows, they had to shrink their heads if they wanted to survive.
Finally, the rain of arrows stopped, and Vsevolod immediately leaned out, and sure enough he saw a large number of Polovts infantry rushing over carrying ladders.
There were also a large number of soldiers surrounding the battering ram as they headed to the city gate. They held up simple square shields to protect the battering ram behind them. The battering ram was just a piece of log from which the bark and branches had not been removed. It was just whittled.
Pointed at the front, simple, but effective.
Among the Polovets infantry, there were also many archers. Every time they rushed a few dozen steps, they would fire a wave of arrows at the city wall, regardless of their accuracy, and then continue to move forward.
"Fight back! Stand up, Russians! Fight back! Fight back!"
Vsevolod stood up and shouted, and with his roar, the Russians also stood up and fought against the swarming enemies. The Russian militiamen stood up at the urging of the soldiers and fought back with their weapons.
enemy.
The janissaries are the core of the entire Russian army. They constantly convey the prince's orders, correct the mistakes of the militia, and appease their emotions. It can be said that without them, this army would not be able to move at all.
But at the moment when the Russians poked their heads out one after another, the Kipchaks outside the city seized this opportunity. The archers collectively fired a wave of arrows. The arrows fell like raindrops again. They just raised their bodies.
The incoming militiamen had to hide behind the battlements again.
The enemy's crossbows took the opportunity to unleash their power, and the huge crossbow bolts knocked away the wooden battlements and the Russians hiding behind them, nailing the people to the ground, and blood gurgling out like a stream.
Just when the defenders on the city wall were forced to lower their heads, the nomads carrying long ladders and battering rams sped up and took advantage of the precious opportunity gained by their comrades to quickly reach the bottom of the city wall.
But the soldiers above were not new recruits who would be frightened by arrows. When the arrows came, these soldiers did not hide at all. They had iron armor, and the hard work of Ross Blacksmith was enough to block such an arrow.
arrow.
And the most important thing is that if they also hide, the Russians will really be suppressed by the Polovts, and no one can counterattack the incoming enemy troops.
Because the rain of arrows frightened the militiamen who had never seen the world, the soldiers could only yell and curse at the militiamen around them, asking them to stand up. Finally, they used punches and kicks. With this combination of punches, the militiamen were forced to stand up.
He stood up, braved the arrows and raised his bow and javelin at the command.
With the sound of arrows piercing the air, many charging enemies fell down in an instant. The attacking nomads were extremely poorly equipped and could not prevent the arrows from penetrating their poor armor. Some unlucky ones were shot directly in the head.
He died on the spot.
As for the soldiers on the other side of the ram, they had javelins to focus on. The javelins were powerful enough to break through armor under the acceleration of gravity, but most of them only hit the square shields.
Although the Russians tried their best to fight back, they still could not prevent the enemy from coming to the city wall and setting up a long ladder, and the Polovts began to climb the city.
But the Russians on the city wall were rude, throwing stones and arrows at them, and they were throwing down everything. They couldn't pull out their axes and fight the Polovtsians.
The militiamen holding spears and wearing round helmets stabbed the nomad on the ladder, but the Borovets ducked away with a sway of his head.
The Polovets took advantage of the situation and drove their machetes into the chest of the militiaman who had the door wide open. As the militiaman fell, the Polovets took advantage of the situation and climbed up the wooden wall.
After the first one, there were second and third ones, and more and more enemies successfully climbed onto the city wall.
Vsevolod immediately came forward with his own soldiers, slaughtered all the Porovets with the force of falling leaves in the autumn wind, and then threw the bodies into the city.
As for the city gate, the battering ram escorted by the soldiers did arrive here, but as a few oil cans and torches were thrown down from the city wall, the battering ram and the nearby soldiers all burned, and the rest also burned.
Coaxed to disperse.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu——"
At this time, the bugle for withdrawal sounded. Upon hearing this sound, the Polovets who attacked the city wall abandoned the battle and retreated to their front. The Russians did not miss this opportunity and did not forget to send them back with arrows.
As the Polovets withdrew, cheers appeared on the city wall of Pei. The Russians dragged their tired bodies and threw the bodies off the wall while cheering loudly.
The sun shines on the earth, illuminating the battlefield full of corpses and blood. The cheers of the Russians are extremely conspicuous in this scene.