The deeper the march went, the more tired the army became.
The original impulse for war has been worn away by the endless march, and many people are exhausted. If it weren't for the fact that leaving the team rashly is the same as committing suicide, some people would have quit long ago.
Yes, there is no difference between leaving the army and dying. The Porovets have already appeared on the edge of the Russian army. Since they dragged a group of deserters to death in front of the Russian army, no one has dared to escape.
The horse archers dexterously fired arrows at the Ross army, and then ran away. The black hats responsible for the flankers spent a lot of effort to drive these guys away.
Rostislav also led his personal entourage to attack several times, beating the Polovets cavalry to pieces with fierce charges. Those weak arrows could not do anything to his men. When they rushed to the enemy's front and rear, it was a massacre.
The Polovets fled before his troops.
The hearty victories greatly boosted his reputation in the army. After all, Rostislav's heroic appearance on horseback fighting was witnessed by many people, and in the soldiers' daily chat and bragging, the scene was seen twice and again.
According to the news, the good guys call him Alexander, and his followers are called the Cavalry Friends. It seems that this was originally a playful name for the Grand Duke, but now it has become more and more practical.
The prince is also happy to see this happen. After all, for a prince, reputation is an extremely important resource. The name of the battle formation is resounding everywhere, and warriors will naturally come to seek refuge.
Although the Russians continued to win in various small encounters, the Grand Duke did not forget to strengthen the configuration of the infantry team. He placed the shield-bearing infantry on the outside of the team, and let the archers be ready to shoot under the protection of the infantry to drive away the annoying nomadic cavalry.
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The defense of the logistics convoy has also been strengthened, and archers and spearmen are deployed on each cart to prepare for possible attacks by nomadic riders. The Archduke understands that supply is the top priority, and as long as the supply can be maintained, he can fight with the waves.
Lowe's troops were depleted, and if they ran out of food, they would have no choice but to retreat sadly.
After all, although the nomads' attacks continued one after another, they were only harassment after all. Their goal was only to disgust the Russians and affect their march - they could only do so much.
These methods of Yaroslav are aimed at harassing these cavalry. The arrows fired by the nomadic horse archers are too light and weak if they are too far away. If they get too close, they will be shot into a sieve by the Russian archers or defeated by the Russian cavalry.
In this way, this land that has experienced countless armies fighting once again staged scenes of fighting, filling in a new chapter in its war history.
At noon that day, the Ross army stopped and camped early because they were getting closer and closer to Peicheng, which also meant that the prairie army was right in front of them. The Grand Duke needed to let the troops rest for a while so that they could enter the battlefield with the fullest attitude.
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The place where they camped was a flat land behind a hillside. It was close to a small river, which was convenient for the Russians to get water. Since they were stationed, there should have been many people carrying pots and bowls to get water.
However, the Russians saw a scene that surprised them.
"There are so many crows, it seems there is a war ahead."
Granval, who was discussing the march with the prince, stopped talking. He raised his hands to his forehead and looked at the crows flying past like dark clouds.
"Yes, the scavenger ran over in such a hurry, it seems that there is a big meal to enjoy."
The prince narrowed his eyes, and the crows flew past like dark clouds. It was the first time for many soldiers to see such a sight, and they couldn't help but open their mouths.
"Sir." A Ross rider rode forward, "The Grand Duke invites you to come over."
"Where is the Grand Duke?"
"Go over the hillside in front and follow the crows and you can see the Grand Duke."
The rider pointed to the hillside and said.
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Crossing the military camp and the hillside, following the movement of the crow, Rostislav saw the Grand Duke of Rus and his two sons, as well as a bloody battlefield.
In front of them is a hilltop that was once garrisoned by the Russian army. The reason why it is said to be once is because the Russians who once stood here have been defeated and left corpses on the ground.
The hillside in front of them was covered with horses, with sharp thorns pointing forward. Every five or six were chained together and fixed in the ground. This should have been a terrifying sight. The entire hillside was full of thorns.
There are such sharp wooden thorns everywhere, but now the scene has been seriously damaged.
The first row of Juma was crooked and badly damaged, and many of the Juma were broken. The corpses of war horses and herdsmen scattered during the period showed what happened here, and there were many broken arrows scattered in front of the second row of Juma that had been breached.
There are corpses scattered here too, but now they are on both sides.
The fiercest battle took place between the third and fourth rows of horses. The corpses of people and horses were piled up layer upon layer. The corpses of prairie nobles and Ross soldiers were piled together with the corpses of herdsmen and soldiers. They were broken and broken.
Weapons and severed limbs were everywhere, mixed with blood.
It is obvious that the two sides fought repeatedly here, leaving countless corpses behind, but it is a pity that the victors were the Polovets, and they won the final victory in this meat grinder.
Because at the top of the hillside, flying among the corpses of the Russian soldiers was the light yellow flag of the Porovets, and on both sides of the yellow flag were two human heads pierced by spears, and the owners of the heads were present.
Everyone knows who to talk to.
Igor Yaroslavich and Vecheaslav Yaroslavich, the fourth and fifth uncles of Prince Rus.
The Grand Duke rode forward and stepped over a broken Rurik flag. Everyone immediately followed the Grand Duke, partly for his safety, and partly because they were afraid that he would do something stupid.
The second uncle decisively ordered the soldiers to control the entire mountain to ensure safety and search for survivors, while the Grand Duke came to bring the yellow flag and the heads of his two sons.
Yaroslav's expression was so ugly that everyone lowered their heads. In just less than a year, the Sun of Rus lost three sons. This was too cruel for an old man who knew that his days were numbered. He clearly had no
Several years have passed, but I have given away three sons in a row.
Everyone noticed that the Grand Duke's back was visibly lowered, and his unruffled aura had also dissipated. Now Yaroslav seemed to be just an old man with white hair who sent black hair to others, not the ruler.
Grand Duke of Rus.
"May God bless the souls of my sons, and may they ascend to the house of the Lord."
After a long time, Yaroslav recited the words of blessing.
"God bless you."
Everyone responded.
Immediately Yaroslav raised his head, and the sadness just now had disappeared. Everyone knew that the Grand Duke suppressed his sorrow, because the Grand Duke understood that he still had a war to fight and he also wanted to avenge his sons.