Ruthenia, Kiev.

While the Goths in Krakow were still in the mood to say this and that, in Kiev, the Slavites were no longer in the mood to speak.

It's only been two months, just two months into the war. The spring war began, and before summer even arrived, the Slavians were already crushed on the battlefield.

The nobles who fled in Kyiv and outside the city were going crazy. They killed about twenty-five senior commanders, one hundred and twenty-eight mid-level commanders, and more than five hundred junior commanders.

Perhaps anyone who sits down and thinks about it for a moment will know that this kind of thing is not going to help. But they're all going crazy because they're dying.

People who are dying, but who are not dead, and who still have the strength to toss, will naturally become crazy. It's like Hitler in the basement when Berlin was under siege. Although killing people does not play any role. But the butcher's knife, the smell of blood, can still make the Slavic nobles a little more at ease.

At least they still have something to do. At least, at least, they have a little power and a little force. Although it can't deal with Tarta's army, it can at least deal with its own people.

The defeat of the Slavians was assured.

Even a little faster than William had thought.

Sarida Khan had already made most of his preparations before attacking Ruthenia and Pyrm.

He's sent enough spies, enough agents, and enough eloquent emissaries with a lot of money. Kill what should be killed, divide what should be divided, buy what should be bought, and win over what should be co-opted. The two Slavic kingdoms, which had already been in shambles, became even more devastated in this way. And the reinforcements sent by Holmgard and Novgorod were rightfully pitted by their pig teammates.

More than 20,000 Slavic elites just walked on the land of their allies. Immediately after, without warning, it was attacked by a series of light cavalry raids. Before they could react, the nomads and Slavic cavalry beat them to the point that they didn't even know a mother's number.

In the land of Ruthenia, the order of the Khan of Tarta, was better used than the king of Ruthenia.

That's it, before the armies of the Slavites were concentrated, they were broken individually. The remnants of the defeated soldiers either fled, or ran desperately towards Kyiv as if they had eaten.

In fact, not only the remnants of the defeated army will run towards Kyiv, but also the nobles and civilians from other regions will also be driven towards Kyiv.

Although Kublai is very naïve in politics, he is a complete barbarian. But the military capabilities are still remarkable. In other words, some more insidious tactics, such as driving civilians to fill trenches, driving civilians to attack the city, driving civilians into the city, and consuming the opponent's reserve of grain and grass. These are all basic skills that nomads can learn without a teacher.

The city of Kyiv is in trouble.

Speaking of which, the city of Kyiv is big and strong. The city is high and the pond is deep, and the geographical location is superior. The capital of Kievan Rus', the first state of the Slavits, was established in Kiev. In a sense, Ruthenia is Slavic orthodoxy. And Kievan Rus' is the spiritual homeland of all Slavites.

This city with hundreds or even thousands of years of history has endured and has been renovated and rebuilt several times to become one of the leading cities in the Great Frontier region. At the same time, the perennial threat of the Tarta centaurs made the Slavites not hesitate to turn this historic city into a fortress.

At the same time, the city guards of Kiev, together with the remnants of the defeated soldiers, the Slavian nobles and their personal guards, as well as the Slaviboye cavalry, and the temporarily mobilized citizens, added up to more than 30,000 people. Sufficient in numbers to take on garrison duties.

If you can really fight a city defense battle, it really won't necessarily be breached.

It's just that there is no such thing as an "if" in this world.

After the Archbishop of Kyiv went to the city in the hope of making peace with the Tartar centaurs, but was in turn captured and tied to a cross and sliced into lamb meat, the city of Kyiv was a scene of apocalypse.

Although there are many garrison troops of more than 30,000, they lack weapons and equipment, lack supplies, lack training, and lack morale...... They lack everything.

So Kublai made this assertion: in a month, a month he will definitely break through the city of Kyiv. And after the city is broken, it is natural to burn and kill and rob it all ......

The next day, Kublai's words drifted to the city of Kiev, and at the same time, the envoy brought a letter of persuasion. The letter was extremely arrogant and demanded that the Slavians of Ruthenia "respectfully accept the natural rulers of the Slavites." that is, the leadership of the most wise and wise centaur khan of the Tartarya Khanate".

Seeing the high-spirited envoy, the king of Ruthenia in the city of Kiev, Daniel Romanovich, and his important ministers looked at each other. Everyone opened their mouths to rebuke the Slavian traitor, but they found that they couldn't say anything......

That's it, the last bit of resistance of the Slavites has already been concentrated in Kyiv. At the same time, the vast majority of Pirm and Ruthenia had fallen. The Slavites of Holmgard and Novgorod, having been trapped, did not dare to throw a single soldier into the south.

Mercenary forces of the merchant republic, as well as the boyer cavalry of Holmgard, are desperately patrolling their southern border. The trembling appearance is not much worse than the turkey before Thanksgiving.

If things don't turn around, then in about a month, the last bit of resistance in Ruthenia will be gone. Two Slavic kingdoms will be annexed. The population ruled by the Tartariya Khanate will have a significant increase in resources.

Maybe it won't take more than a month......

"The Ruthenians are unreliable. After receiving this news, William sighed.

Although now, Tartaria and the Slavits, the Goths have entered a state of war. On the border where the two armies were opposed, villages, towns, and small settlements were all washed gold. But like the vast majority of wars of this era. Merchants are like cockroaches, they can't die no matter how they die.

They have their own ways and channels, and they have the consciousness to earn blood-stained money. And in this case, it was not difficult for William to obtain information about Ruthenia.

The situation in Ruthenia is disappointing. But it's not surprising. It's not the first time that the Slavites have gone limp in the face of a centaur. In fact, if they did work together in a fierce battle and defeated the Tartar Centaurs, it would be rare.

"The main forces in Krakow also did not want to move. Beside William, Duke Otto had a solemn face and a heavy tone - the news from Krakow was worse than that of Ruthenia:

"The Gothic knights want to fight, the native nobles don't. But the Goth Knights are not our allies, and I don't want them to be our allies. Grand Duke Leszek wrote a letter urging me to lead my troops back and retreat to the west bank of the Vistula. After that, they wanted to send an emissary to talk to Sarida Khan. ”

"Tsk......" William naturally made an unhappy voice, and then asked, "The Grand Duke has never been a brave man. And rightfully so, he would do it...... I won't say anything about short-sightedness, so what do the knights say, and what does the deputy commander think?"

"He promised me a deputy head of the regiment. Duke Otto's words almost made William laugh. Of course, after this little bit of pleasure, there is more irritability and loss:

"Is he an idiot?Deputy Master?Does he think he's been restored?Where is his Knights established??," William said mercilessly, "No wonder these scum have been operating in the Empire for so long, but they can't do anything...... Hehe. ”

"Well, now that both things have been figured out. What should we do? Cross the river and return to the west bank of the Vistula, as His Excellency said?" Duke Otto did not look like he was happy. Or that no one can be happy about such a thing.

"Just waiting for the last message. William said to him, "If there really is not even a little reinforcement, the Hereford family is not a savior." ”

Although ...... knew that William was right, Duke Otto still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Is there no way, then?" asked Duke Otto, unwillingly.

"Yes, of course. There is still a force that has not yet entered the game. Maybe it's the solution, maybe it's another big problem. William said a little helplessly:

"Originally, I thought that as long as I was prepared, I could do a good job. But now it seems that the real world is much more cruel than fantasy. So—"

"--Did you really do that?" Although William did not say exactly what he had done, the Duke of Otto had received enough hints that it was not difficult to guess what William was referring to.

"I told you, you can't—" At first, Duke Otto's voice was irrepressibly high-pitched. But then he thought of something else - yes, not to attract attention. So his voice came down again: "You know, if someone else finds out about it, then—"

"Then don't let anyone find out, father. William interrupted Duke Otto. R1148