"Lord Volorida, please don't take this risk. It's really not worth it. You should wait for Lord Rurik's reinforcements to arrive. As long as your army arrives, the Polovets will be defeated."
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Volorida looked at the noisy battlefield, and heard the advice of his brother's attendant Kirill. The cry made his heart slightly moved, but his will remained firm.
"Kiril! This is a critical moment in the battle! I must attack immediately to end this damn battle!"
Volorida's tone was full of unquestionability. He finally discovered such an opportunity, how could he miss it like this? This was his first battle. How could he not fight in the first battle?
The battle situation was indeed as he said. The Polovets on the battlefield were on the verge of collapse. They were unable to break through the Russian front. The Pereyaslav militia firmly blocked them, and many nomads had already wiped their feet.
Oil runs away.
And the most important thing is that their flanks have been completely exposed to Volorida's cavalry in the continuous fierce battles. As he said, with just one impact, the Polovets are likely to completely collapse.
"But there are too many enemies over there. Your brother has repeatedly stressed not to let you take risks. I really can't bear the responsibility."
Kirill said in embarrassment that he never expected that their group would encounter the main force of the Polovts' plundering, and they would be stuck on their escape route.
Originally, in the plan, this time we just wanted to let His Highness Volorida see the battlefield. For this purpose, we specifically chose a route with a lower probability of encountering enemies. Normally, we would only encounter a small group of enemies if we took this route. As a result, this time
Met the main force of the Polovets.
However, Kirill was fortunate that His Highness Volorida, who always had his own way of doing things, behaved very quietly this time, obeyed his orders honestly, and never took the initiative to attack.
This actually surprised him. In previous patrols, His Highness often led his men on horseback patrols, completely ignoring orders and requirements, and often couldn't find anyone.
The battle also went very smoothly, and the Polovets were quickly suppressed. The Polovets had completed their plunder in Pereyaslav and were now in a hurry to leave, so they showed great fighting will.
None of them are very strong, and no one wants to die on the battlefield after completing a raid.
However, they are not defeated so easily. After all, where are the spoils of those big and small cars? If they don't fight, then wouldn't it be in vain to grab these things?
Chief Polovtsy used this as a call to launch several powerful charges, but in the end he was blocked by the solid front of the Pereyaslav militia.
And after these few charges, their momentum became weaker and weaker, and failure had become a foregone conclusion. They were getting weaker and weaker under constant consumption, and were on the verge of collapse.
Seeing such a smooth battle situation, just when Kirill was thinking about whether to let His Highness Volorida go into battle to fight, His Highness, who had always been calm, suddenly made an extremely strong desire to attack the enemy.
The place with the largest number of people will end this chaos.
Kirill was almost frightened to death by Volorida's request. He didn't dare to let a Rurik noble go to such a dangerous place.
Unfortunately, since he was actually a few years older than Volorida, when His Highness became more assertive, he was completely overwhelmed in terms of momentum.
Kirill's idea was to wait for Lord Rurik's main force to arrive. Calculating the time, they would arrive soon, but His Highness obviously didn't want to wait.
"My brother, I will explain it over there!"
Volorida drove the war horse and rode forward with his soldiers, then ran out on his own, leaving Kirill behind who was hesitant to speak.
"Your Highness is really... with such a younger brother, it seems that Sir Rurik's future will not be easy."
Rurik's aide couldn't help but sigh, expressing concern for the future. As an aide to the heir to the Grand Duke of Kiev, he was very sensitive to politics. From Kirill's perspective, this was not a good sign.
However, no matter what will happen in the future, right now, Volorida and Rurik do not have that kind of idea, it can even be said that they do not even have that kind of concept. Their family ties are still far greater than their conflicts.
Although the brothers have different opinions on many things, this does not mean that the relationship between them is so bad. In fact, the conflict between them is more of a battle of spirits between brothers than what outsiders see.
Those messy things that came.
So Volorida doesn't care what the people below will think about because of his actions, just let them be blind. Her brother understands her.
Returning to the battlefield, Volorida and his soldiers rushed into the Polovtsian front. Their assault caught the nomads by surprise. The effect of this sudden force was just like that of Volorida.
As Lorida expected, panic immediately became more and more common among the Polovets.
Volorida fought desperately on the battlefield, letting the sword cut into the flesh and blood, and letting blood splash all over his body. He felt very strange now. This feeling of fighting on the battlefield was completely different from those previous sword fights. Riding a horse
It feels really good to run around in the battle formation and kill every enemy.
Rostislav's second son couldn't help but wonder if he was born for the battlefield. He liked adventure and novelty, and now, fighting on the battlefield also gave him that happy feeling.
The Polovets are indeed wavering. Their morale has been declining in successive rounds of fierce battles, but now this round of attacks is really killing them.
The chief who commanded this nomadic army saw that the situation was in danger and became ruthless. Now he had to take a gamble. His response was simple. He climbed directly onto the carriage containing the most valuable and conspicuous trophy.
The chief opened the top box without hesitation, and then kicked it to the ground. The silver coins produced by the Kiev Mint fell like water. The Polovets could not help but be attracted, and then
he yelled at the Polovets, who looked at him blankly.
"Do you want your wealth to disappear like this? My people, do you want the wealth that should belong to us to just disappear like this?"
His words awakened the fighting spirit of the Polovets. Yes, they came to Koros this time just for wealth. If they couldn't bring the looted wealth back to the grassland, then wouldn't they be in vain this time?
Here we come! Didn’t people die in vain?
The nomads regained their fighting spirit, and they went to the battlefield again with strong momentum. This time they wanted to defend their property to the death, and the Russians must die!
Many nomads even lost their horses, but they still stepped forward bravely with weapons raised. The chief's actions aroused the bloody courage in their hearts, and the courage to go into battle surged up again.
But looking at the counterattack of these nomads, Volorida, who was the first to bear the brunt, finally had a smile on his face. This was exactly what he wanted. He was a little disgusted with these nomads for collapsing like this just now. Now that they are back, it is really great.
alright.
When Rurik arrived at the battlefield with his main force, what he saw was the defeat of the Polovts. The battle of Volorida completely destroyed this nomadic army, and the Polovts lost their lives.
The treasure they had fought for so long ran away in embarrassment.
Volorida directly fought his way through the Polovei Army Formation and cut off the chief's head. As the chief's head was picked up on a spear, the nomads collapsed.
foregone conclusion.
"My brother, he is really different from me."
Seeing Volorida shouting and fighting fiercely in the battle formation, Rurik couldn't help but say this, and his face was full of helplessness, but more of it was peace of mind. When he heard his brother running to the fiercest battle line, his heart skipped a beat.
It seemed like he was being strangled, but now it seemed that his brother was fine, and he finally felt at ease.
"Go and finish the battle." Rurik said to the soldiers around him, and under his order, the Russians also began to charge on the battlefield to harvest prisoners and wealth.