"Calm, too calm......"

I shook my head, as if trying to dispel the gloom that had enveloped me from my head, but found it in vain.

This mysterious old man is like a nimble octopus, easily grasping all my thoughts, he unhurriedly and slowly deploys his troops, not only to give people momentum oppression, but also just right, the relative distance is close to perfect, the so-called unattainable, probably I watched the enemy surround me, but the range of the bow and arrow is beyond the whip of this tangled mentality.

Yaroslav shrugged his shoulders and continued to fiddle with his beloved hand axe, which was covered in strips of colorful cloth and tied with strange locks of hair, and when wielded like the silver rods held by fans at concerts.

When I asked him why he was dressed up so fancy, Lyutich only lightly tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Every time I kill someone, I leave me with some thoughts, such as a strip of cloth torn from the dead man's body, a lock of the dead's hair, which signify the glory of my past creations, and remind the heart that has been blinded by hatred and killing, how much of the wrongs I have carried." ”

"When the battle is in the heat of battle, you have the leisure to collect souvenirs?" Obviously, I didn't grasp the thrust of Yaroslav's words, and my focus fell elsewhere.

"No, I'll collect it after the battle, it's easier that way."

Chief Lyutich was not surprised by my problem, although they had not been together for long, he was also accustomed to the Duke's always off-the-beaten-path thinking.

"Kill more people, you will remember the taste of everyone's blood, they are not the same, killing turns a man into a beast, the senses are degraded, the sense of smell is acute, and you can clearly distinguish different blood."

"The enemy doesn't seem to be worried that our reinforcements will arrive in time, and that calm and relaxed look is like a pulsatilla sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai." I wiped the fine beads of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand, and I don't know why I have never had a heart and lungs, but this time I was so nervous that I kept sweating.

"This is His Royal Highness, when you duel him, you always involuntarily become a mouse played with by a cat, angry and struggling to no avail."

Yaroslav looked at Grand Duke Mieszko, who was under protection, and leveled his axe and aimed at the void, as if this would make the other party feel threatened.

"You will slowly learn about this ruthless pit viper, so scheming that it makes people shudder, I have fought against him for almost all my life, he killed my father, mother, uncle, brother, sister and brother, and I was the only one in the family who escaped alive and became an orphan completely, and the Lyutich tribe was scattered with casualties and lost the land where my ancestors had lived for generations."

"You hate him?"

I turned my head to carefully observe the narrator's unfazed side face, his blurry eyes were full of too many emotions that I couldn't read, what kind of forbearance and perseverance does a person who bears the hatred of the country and his family have, so that when he mentions the enemy, he calmly seems to be telling someone else's story.

Is there reason I not to hate him? If you had a choice, could none of this happen? Everyone's fate is a river that flows endlessly and is difficult to turn back, no matter how much you complain, you can only barely move forward.

Yayaroslav looked up to the sky and sighed, and the voice sounded like an old man who had read the vicissitudes of life lamenting life: "But I am not a fool, there are still many people to take care of, and there is only a dead end to continue to fight with Grand Duke Mieszko, and I must leave my homeland in pain, and move to a safe place, west and west, until there are no more Poles." ”

I can't understand Yaroslav's mood at the moment, this kind of difficult and bitter scenes that can only appear in TV dramas, too far away from my own life circle, but I still emotionally pressed the shoulder of the leader of Lyutich, wanting to help him stretch his frowning brow:

"Now that you are under siege, you still can't escape the fetters of fate, this may be God's trial, since you can't choose, why don't you fight side by side with me."

Yaroslav's eyes softened for a moment, but soon changed to a disguise of rebelliousness and strength, he grinned jokingly and put his axe back into his waist: "Do I have any other way out?" The trenches and fortresses form a line, and I can't find a way to escape! ”

While Yaroslav and I were recounting our romances, the Poles had finally completed their final encirclement, trapping us from all sides, and Neustadt Castle was like a lonely island floating in a monstrous ocean of red and white mountain eagle flags, and the urgency of the situation seemed familiar.

"More than half a year ago I was trapped in the same way by Bolesław, the eldest son of Grand Duke Mieszko, in the castle of the Green Mountain, and now I am besieged by the Grand Duke himself, what a wonderful fate." I leaned against the walls and whistled as if I was relaxed.

The sun eagerly climbed into the air, as if he hadn't been able to sleep all night last night, and got up with a violent breath, ready to hurry up after a busy day's work and go back to make up for sleep.

The Poles spent the whole morning arranging the battlefield, it is estimated that the soldiers beating the drums have long been so tired that they are about to vomit blood, Grand Duke Mieszko also followed the example of the Emperor of Constantinople, building a pergola on the hillside with a good view, the purple curtain shows the grace and luxury of the ruler, and the powerful rise of Poland takes Eastern Rome as its teacher, and imitates it vividly and vividly, claiming to be Little Rome.

"The archers are in place, and the spearmen are ready to go out of the city to fight."

I gave a series of orders in high spirits, the heralds hurried up and down, all the people of Neustadt Castle got into action, everywhere there were warriors in their gear and servants carrying bundles of arrows to the city, the marching commanders called out to their companions, those on the run bumped into each other and complained to each other, and the mothers hiding in the corners hugged their children in their arms and whispered prayers, all of which converged into a roaring symphony that kicked off the battle.

"Where is Yaroslav?" With the help of Rollo, I straightened out the chain mail on my body, and only then did I find that the leader of Lyutich was missing, and I quickly grabbed an attendant and asked.

"He gathered the warriors of his tribe at the gates of the city, as if to perform some pagan ritual." The attendant stumbled in reply, holding his face.

I walked down the steps of the city wall, through the running crowd, to Yaroslav, who had his back to him.

At this moment, he was chiluo, dipping his fingers in paint to smear the mysterious totem on his face, a madman covered in rags and a mantle, obviously a tribal shaman, burned the delicate knife with carved patterns on the bonfire repeatedly, and then aimed at the tattoo on Yaroslav's arm and slashed it hard, the sharp blade easily cut into the flesh, the latter frowned slightly, gritted his teeth and insisted, the shaman let the knife stain with blood, and immediately inserted it into the cup containing the wine and stirred, I didn't forget to grab the ashes that had not been extinguished by the fire and threw them in, mixing with a viscous unknown liquid.

The shaman suddenly went wild, and the words in his mouth danced wildly, and the Lyutich warriors who surrounded him, all with serious expressions, chanted the special prayer ballad of the nation to the beat, Yaroslav was the first to stand up, took the glass and took a sip, and then handed it to the people around him.

By the time everyone had drunk the mysterious liquid from their cups, the shaman seemed exhausted and collapsed to the ground, and the Lyutich warriors thrashed their swollen muscles and roared excitedly at each other.

I silently turned away, and these Lyutich people, although ostensibly converted to God, were, as Yaroslav said, "Christ's land should be dedicated to Christ." ”

It's just to adapt to the situation and obey the more powerful gods, a bit of people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and their belief in the old gods is still very religious, they believe that on the battlefield, they still have to get the blessing of the god of war Sventovet in order to be invincible.

"The carrier pigeon requesting support has been released, and His Majesty the Emperor also has one, I hope it can go straight to the front of the emperor."

Rollo had just returned from the clerk's place, and as I had commanded, he released half of the carrier pigeons, and there were urgent reminders to Nijmegen, a report to the Emperor's palace, and a distress request to be sent to various places.

"As long as you fly to a place where there is a castle, someone will get the news and rush to the rescue."

I swore to comfort my worried subordinates, who were skeptical about getting help in time, even though I thought I was pretty popular.

"My lord, the Poles are attacking!" The herald shouted to me from the wall.

"Let's go, let's see."

I waved my retinue to ascend to the top of the city, and the archers had already adjusted their bowstrings and were forming an attack formation under the instructions of the commander, bundles of arrows piled up at their feet, and the servants methodically untied the nooses, picked them up and carried them to the place where the archers were within reach.

The distraught drums of war did not know when they stopped, and the Polish positions were instantly quiet, and the infantry stuck their spears and shields on the ground, not paying attention to the trumpets that came from the main camp of Grand Duke Mieszko, a special trumpet with a long tube, which could emit a majestic bass sound, which could be heard far away on the noisy battlefield, and its blowing represented the imminent attack of the Polish cavalry.

"As soon as he came up, he used cavalry, I want to see how he made the four-legged horse jump over the layers of obstacles on his own, are they all animal trainers?"

Seeing that the enemy was the first to advance the heavily armored cavalry, I made a confident bet with the bulls: "Even if they charge at full speed, they will at most cross the first trench and reject the horses, and then the fortress group will make them miserable, and hate why they can't give birth to an extra pair of wings!" ”

"I don't think so!" Yaroslav shook his head, disagreeing with my arbitrary definition, having fought the Poles for so long, he knew the fighting power of these heavily armored cavalry in the style of Eastern Rome, and he also knew the cunning of Grand Duke Mieszko.

"If they dismount and walk......"