The identities of these heavy cavalry are those whom Rostislav ordered to wait, and now is the time when they should go into battle.
The fighting spirit of these Magyars and Germans was very strong. After watching Rostislav's battle performance, they were all eager to show their abilities and express themselves on the battlefield.
After all, as a warrior, it is a great honor to show your martial arts skills in front of all the troops. How can the Russians take the lead?
Facing these menacing heavy cavalry, it is self-evident what the result will be for the nomadic cavalry that has been reduced in number and completely suppressed in terms of momentum.
The cavalry on Rostislav's side was as sharp as a hot knife cutting into cheese. The battle line of nomads was shattered in that moment, and what followed was naturally a hearty slaughter.
The scene in front of me was like a huge wave hitting a dam. It failed to successfully break through the dam, but instead shattered itself into pieces, turned into pieces of waves, and then disappeared into the air, passing away meaninglessly.
Swords and spears easily killed nomads one after another, but their weapons found it difficult to break through the enemy's armor.
Therefore, the battle did not last long before the nomads collapsed. They were not skilled warriors in the first place, so they could only collapse in the face of such a blow.
Ownerless horses are scattered on the battlefield, and the saddles and bodies of the horses are stained with blood. As for the horses, there are corpses and blood. The dead under these swords demonstrate the martial arts of the victor.
While everyone was cheering and planning to continue the pursuit, Rostislav stopped the men who wanted to pursue and stopped their actions.
Now is not the time to pursue. They have only defeated a part of the enemy's cavalry, but the enemy's main force is still huge and full of fighting spirit. Those fanatical believers will not be shaken by this small defeat.
The infantrymen at the rear have been lined up, and they are cheering Rostislav's name. Nothing can inspire people more than martial arts, and the morale that was originally slightly depressed due to the chaos has been restored at this moment.
Rostislav's side was filled with cheers, while Janos's side was gloomy.
Looking at these nomadic cavalry who retreated in defeat, Janos's face was extremely ugly. It was really unacceptable that so many nomads were defeated at the hands of enemies who were far less numerous than them.
But things have happened, no matter how unwilling you are to accept it, you have to accept it in the end.
And Janos noticed something bad, that is, his subordinates had been wavering to a certain extent.
Needless to say, the nomads who returned from defeat needless to say, but the mountain people became active and looked around. Janos knew that these guys were preparing to escape.
That's what mountain people are like. If they smell blood, they'll go for it. But if they find that they can't taste the flesh and blood but will be beaten, they start to use their crooked ideas.
After all, war is just business to them. If this business is going to lose money, they will naturally flee as soon as possible.
Fortunately, these guys are just using their brains. As for running around on the battlefield, the battle situation has not yet developed into that form.
The believers' will is still firm, their hearts are still full of the fearlessness to serve the gods, and those failures have not had much impact on them.
Seeing this reassures Janos that in the end, he can still rely on his own people.
After observing and judging the situation, Janos decided to advance with the entire army. In any case, he had a strength advantage, which was enough for him to crush all enemies who stood in his way.
So the melodious horn sounded again, and the pagan army began to advance under the sound of the horn. The scene was like the sea spreading over.
The pagans also shouted the ancient war cry of the Magyars, which made the battlefield seem to have returned hundreds of years ago. Rostislav even had the illusion that he was facing the wave of the pagan army in the pagan era.
, but now none of the brave men facing this wave are afraid.
Compared to the pagan army of four thousand, the total strength in Rostislav's hands was only barely two thousand.
However, although it is twice as small as the opponent, the advantage of Rostislav's side is still very obvious, that is, most of them are elites, real elites, the essence of all countries, and behind everyone
Exploited and plundered to support.
Now these elites who have experienced many battles have formed a solid shield wall. They calmly look at the oncoming enemies, while the cavalry hides behind them, always waiting for orders to support the front line or detour.
For Rostislav's side, the army in front of them was quite "novel". It was not a surprise that some people were still wearing armor of hundreds of years ago. At least they could still fight.
But those almost naked believers really made the soldiers burst into bursts of joyful laughter. Are these shirtless guys asking them to chop at the top? And it's winter now, so it's really hilarious.
Janos's army is a mixed bag. It can be said that there are believers who worship any kind of gods. Of course, there are some weird ones who believe in naked clothes, and now they see this group of people.
These laughters angered these believers, who did not allow the gods of their faith to be insulted like this, so they rushed out of the line and rushed towards Rostislav's side with their messy weapons.
Of course, there was no hesitation for these naked Russian men. The archers and crossbowmen fired a round of arrows at them, which made them fall down. However, this did not affect their morale, and they still charged forward stubbornly.
When they rushed within the range of the javelin, many javelins were fired at this moment. The power of the javelin was beyond Rostislav's imagination. Many people's shields were actually shot directly. How strong are the arms of these people?
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Next, their swords struck the shield wall. These guys were fighting them with a desperate fighting style. Even if their bodies were riddled with holes, they still had to take away several enemies.
Faced with such a fierce assault, new recruits would definitely be in a hurry, and the enemy would even seize the opportunity to break through the front line. However, here are soldiers who have been tested by war, and they have already honed their skills on the battlefield.
According to the experience accumulated with blood, they firmly set up their shields to block the attacks one after another, and then seized the gap in the enemy's attack to kill the enemy.
This is the style of the old warriors, steady and quick, which is why this violent attack failed to shake the shield wall at all.
This is not the first time for the veterans in the shield wall to face powerful barbarians. They have experience in dealing with these desperate guys.
"These guys are really good, Edward, do you know where they come from?"
Seeing the naked men fighting desperately, the prince of Moscow couldn't help but wonder about their origins.
"I've heard about them. They seem to be monks who believe in one of the Magyar gods. They are a hermit sect that usually lives in the mountains. I didn't expect that Janos actually called out all these tough bones in the mountains. Look.
The influence of this pagan Chosen Man no longer overtakes that of his father."
Edward's face was tense at this moment, and the prestige shown by Janos at this moment really frightened him.
Although he did not personally experience the Hungarian civil war decades ago, he had read those books and listened to the descriptions of those who had experienced it. Now Janos's prestige seems to be similar to that of his father decades ago, and he has the same prestige as his father.
Same as what I learned.
While the two were talking, the pagan army also arrived. Due to the unauthorized actions of those fanatical naked men, they had to speed up the express delivery to provide support.
They pressed forward with a larger battle line than Rostislav's side, and now even the possibility of detour was cut off.
Moreover, Rostislav is unwilling to use the heavy cavalry in his hands to hit the shield wall of the pagans. That is simply impossible. How can he exchange the lives of elites for the lives of those rubbish? No matter how superior the exchange is, it will not work.
And with their arrival, the cruel and long shield wall battle will also begin, and the struggle between pagans and Christians will once again begin on this land.