The deadly battle just now was like a bucket of cold water, pouring on Rostislav's head, cooling down his brain that had been dominated by fighting and killing, and allowing him to remember the most important task.
Under the protection of his personal entourage, the prince observed the chaotic battlefield. He saw groups of Bulgar infantry collapsing. Polish knights and Hungarian knights were fighting wantonly among the chaos. But further away, more Bulgar infantry were advancing.
Come.
But this was nothing compared to the more deadly thing. Rostislav saw a group of Bulgar heavy cavalry galloping towards him.
"Damn it, get ready to join me, you must block those heavy cavalry."
Hedging against heavy cavalry is very risky and will inevitably cause a lot of casualties, but it must be done. If that team of heavy cavalry is allowed to arrive on the battlefield, the situation may be reversed!
Just as Rostislav was riding his horse and was about to step forward, the person beside him suddenly stopped him. Just before the prince could speak, the man pointed to a group of troops charging towards the Bulgar heavy cavalry.
"He's from Poland...little Mieszko..."
Seeing the blouse covered with red leaves, Rostislav immediately understood who he was before him. He was not surprised that this relative would do such a thing. After all, little Mieszko had always had a strong tendency to self-destruct.
"I really have to thank him this time..."
Rostislav muttered that he had originally planned to make a huge sacrifice to let his followers take over, but now his Polish relatives had beaten him to it - although he probably did not expect this.
However, he still had to lead his troops to support him. Since the Poles had helped him withstand the most dangerous part, the next support must follow.
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When countless heavy cavalry galloped, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground rumbled like thunder.
The main forces on both sides are heavily armored cavalry. The horses are wearing vests. The knights on the horses are wearing different styles of iron armor. They are holding lances or long swords. The tips of the spears and swords are facing forward.
The two armies approached quickly for a short period of time. The soldiers on both sides thrust their weapons forward as much as possible, hoping to use the huge momentum of the war horses to kill their opponents. This has been the unchanged tactics of cavalry confrontations for thousands of years.
From time to time, some knights were forced to disperse due to the power of the confrontation, but more people persisted. Here are all glorious warriors. Deserters will be despised by everyone after the war. In order not to fall into that situation, many people forced
Just hold on until the end.
Finally, the two streams of dust collided together from two directions, and what happened next was like a landslide.
The war horses quickly penetrated into the gaps between the opponents, and many people rushed out of the enemy's cavalry almost unscathed, but behind them, there was the sound of steel colliding with each other.
Some unlucky ones were pierced by the flying lances, and then were stabbed off their horses and drowned in the torrent of the battlefield, but more people were stabbed to death by their horses and fell to the ground - many people's horses were like this
was stabbed to death in a fight.
As the commander of the Polish knights, Mieszko stabbed a Bulgar knight with his lance. The lance accurately penetrated the poor guy's throat, and then he threw the body away.
Once they see someone falling off their horse, a large number of cavalry will immediately rein up their horses and gather to gather stabs. However, it is difficult for their comrades to risk getting close to rescue them. Most of the fallen people died here.
The cavalrymen turned around in unison and made a wide arc, not forgetting to crush the infantrymen who were unlucky enough to be in the way. Then the two sides began to race against each other again.
There was another wave of fierce confrontation. A large number of knights fell on their horses and were trampled to pieces by the horses' hooves. In this wave of confrontation, the formations of both sides were completely chaotic.
But no one would miss the opportunity to fight, and they all fought together. What followed was a melee of cavalry.
Polish knights are obviously at a disadvantage in such a battle. Poland's war experience in recent years is to make heavy cavalry as lightweight as possible in exchange for faster speed and flexible response. The direct response to this is armor
weight loss.
The light armor of the Polish knights was powerless against Bulgar's heavy swords and sledgehammers, and in comparison, their long swords and lances could not break through the scale armor.
But fortunately, many Polish knights still retain the habit of carrying javelins. The javelins thrown by the acceleration of the war horses can easily break even if they are wearing two layers of iron armor!
It's just that these differences don't matter to one person. No matter what kind of soldier he is in front of him, he can easily kill him.
And this person is little Meshko.
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As the long sword was swung, blood flew out, and the iron rings, armor plates and even steel plates were all broken under his attack.
Cutting off the arm of the enemy in front of him and watching the blood flying in the air, Meshko felt extremely satisfied in his heart. The pleasure of killing the heretics and venting his anger surged into his heart at the same time, and the blood was also splashed on himself.
body, but there was already a lot of blood on his body, which only made him more ferocious.
His posture on the battlefield was like a demon, which made many Bulgars cower and retreat. Those mutilated corpses showed what would happen if they did not retreat.
Suddenly, a burst of arrows rained down from nowhere. Mishko subconsciously raised his shield to block the arrows, but his horse was hit by the arrows. The vest failed to block the speeding arrows and immediately fell to the ground.
Wailing, luckily Meshko was prepared and jumped off the horse directly, so he was not crushed under the horse.
When Meshko fell to the ground, his helmet with gorgeous feathers fell directly to the ground, revealing his young face. The armor was also covered with dust, and it lost the arrogance it had just now.
When they saw Mieszko falling from his horse, a group of mercenaries with various armors rushed up. These mercenaries had been looking for the fallen knight to hunt down. They waved their spears and stabbed at the Poles.
Meshko also reacted quickly. He grabbed a broken spear from the ground and threw it at the fastest mercenary. The tip of the spear directly pierced the mercenary's leather armor, causing the spear to
The soldiers fell.
Then Meshko pulled out his dagger and threw it at a mercenary, hitting the man in the face.
Seeing Meshko killing two people in succession, the mercenaries couldn't help but flinch. They came to the battlefield to make money, not to risk their lives. This man was covered in dust, and he didn't look like a rich man. He was still so difficult.
It's really not worth fighting this difficult guy.
But their hesitation cost them their lives, because at the next moment a heavy cavalry ran over and ran over these mercenaries.
After the smoke and dust passed, Meshko saw everything in front of him clearly, and he smiled, because what appeared in front of him was a Bulgar nobleman wearing armor, and the light of the armor was still so obvious on this dusty battlefield.