The Southern Army's armored cavalry slammed into the Northern Army's cavalry, which had not yet recovered from the fierce battle. In the flying dust, the Northern Army's cavalry was hit hard.
Many young people, who were still immersed in the joy of victory, were suddenly attacked by the Confederate cavalry. When they landed, they were greeted by a frenzy of stabbings, blood and dust flying together.
"Steady! Steady! Maintain our front! Persistence! Persistence is victory!"
Yang held the St. George's flag of Moscow and shouted in the midst of the chaos. Even the soldiers around him were extremely panicked. The mayor of Suzdal, a general who had experienced numerous battles and tests beside Rostislav, remained extremely calm.
A Chernigov cavalryman rushed in front of Yang, and Yang stabbed the opponent with the tip of his knife. The silver blade slipped through the nose of the cavalryman's armor and penetrated the eye opening.
The man's whole body twitched violently, and he pulled out a long sword and stabbed it into the enemy's eye. Blood sprayed into the air as the tip of the sword was pulled out, and the cavalryman fell off his horse.
After dealing with the short-sighted enemy, Yang's mind continued to return to the battlefield chapter. He knew very well that although the Confederate cavalry attack was timed well, it did not cause much damage to the Union army.
What he was more worried about was another thing. The cavalry, which was supposed to continue attacking the Confederate infantry, was now entangled and unable to move!
The ownerless war horse ran past Yang's eyes, and there were large pools of blood on it. It seemed that the owner was in danger.
Yang recognized the pendant on the war horse, which belonged to a nobleman of his. However, the commander only felt a wave of emotion in his heart, and then continued to stand firm, leaving all distracting thoughts behind.
"Master Yang, what should we do now?"
Rurik came to the commander's side under the escort of the cavalry. He gave the boy a look, and saw that he and the cavalry were covered in blood. It seemed that they had just fought fiercely.
This of course made Jan's sense of this junior much improved. Rostislav educated him well, so it seems that he can be given some more important people.
"Little Rurik, take your cavalry with you, and then gather as many cavalry as possible to attack the enemy infantry. I must stabilize the situation here. Without me, this group of people will definitely lose!"
Yang said to Rurik, and when he saw that the commander-in-chief gave him such a difficult task, Rurik's face showed subconscious fear, "Sir Yang, this is my first time in battle, why should I take on such a difficult task?
Not too…”
"Stop talking nonsense. Since you didn't do anything in this fight, it means you can do it. Your father and I are already leading an army at your age. Go ahead and do it!"
Yang did not give Rurik a chance to continue speaking, because he turned his horse's head the next moment and rushed toward the place where the enemy was most numerous, shouting to kill. Rurik had no choice but to follow the order to assemble the cavalry.
"I knew that my nephew's cavalry would not be able to bear the charge. Look, this will block the strongest heavy cavalry of the Northern Army. Oleg is enough to hold them back!"
Sviatoslav was very proud of the arrangement of the left wing, but a discordant voice sounded, "But Grand Duke, aren't there still Bulgars on the other side? There are also those pagans."
Chukin said worriedly, but the Grand Duke of Kiev did not show any irritation because of this, "Don't worry, Lord Chukin, the Bulgar cavalry has long figured out that it is essentially just a group of infantry fighting on horseback. The Poles are enough for anything."
Deal with them."
"Now it's time to move on to our next step, tell the front line, let them attack with all their strength, attack with all their strength! Don't have any worries, those problems have been solved!"
The trumpet was blown by the bugler with such force that it seemed as if he was going to blow out his lungs. As the rumble symbolizing battle sounded overhead, the Northern Army immediately felt tremendous pressure. The Southern Army opposite them charged forward as if life-threatening.
, which made the Northern Army, who had adapted to the shield wall confrontation, quite uncomfortable, and it was this discomfort that caused them to suffer a big loss.
The Novgorod militia withstood the situation. They had already fought hard with the Kiev militia, so they withstood the situation. However, the Moscow militia was beaten back and forth, and was in a state of disarray.
The Confederate army pressed forward, and at the forefront were spears and swords that were as dense as a bush. The Moscow militia could not withstand such a fierce offensive and could only retreat subconsciously.
As the battle line advanced towards the Northern Army, Svyatoslav's mood also improved. The group of soldiers and nobles around him kept flattering the Grand Duke, and the Grand Duke saw a horse riding towards him.
"Sir Sviatoslav, I was sent by Lord Sichech. He needs support. The Polish troops attacking St. George's Monastery have suffered heavy losses. If there is no support, they will not be able to hold on!"
The Polish knight covered in blood passed through the gaps between the phalanxes and knelt down in front of Sviatoslav. His coat was so scratched that it was about to turn into a rag.
"Tell Mr. Sichech that I will immediately send reinforcements and ask him to hold on. St. George's Monastery is the key to the entire battlefield, and we must ensure the suppression there. As for you, Yevgeny, take this knight immediately.
Take a rest later."
The soldiers quickly helped the Polish knight, who was kneeling and unable to stand up, and rushed to the rear to rest, while Svyatoslav was mobilizing his troops.
"Lord Kjanin, it's your turn to go into battle. The battle at St. George's Monastery is the top priority of the overall situation. I will also send you some soldiers. I hope you will not consider the loss and send all your elite troops. After the war,
No matter how big your loss is, I will compensate you twice."
"Look what you are saying, Mr. Svyatoslav, this is all the responsibility I should fulfill, please don't worry."
Hearing Kiyanin's assurance, Svyatoslav finally felt relieved. As a guy who stood firmly in the weird situation in Kiev last year, he was a complete old fox. The Grand Duke of Kiev was really afraid of him.
Brush the slider.
However, it was only because he was afraid that he would be naughty that he sent his army to the super meat grinder at St. George's Monastery. As long as his team fell into it, he would have no room for any whimsical ideas.
The Grand Duke continued to observe the battlefield, but then he frowned, "Too fast! This is not right, this is not right, blow the trumpet and tell them to hold on to their position now and stop advancing! Wait for the follow-up troops to resist and wait for their arrival!
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The Grand Duke's order made everyone feel a little confused. They could obviously continue to advance and keep pushing the Moscow militia back to their starting line. Why should they hold on? Why should they give up this great opportunity?
However, the trumpeter still blew the corresponding horn mechanically, and the frontline troops seemed at a loss at the sound of the horn. The attack was obviously going well, and the northern barbarians were clearly retreating. Why should they hold on?
The soldiers were very reluctant to stop advancing, but after the roars and whips of the officers around them came one after another, they had no choice but to stop no matter how reluctant they were. Svyatoslav was very strict in running the army, and the Kiev army was also strictly organized by him. The nobles
And the officers all knew to obey the Grand Duke's orders.
"Huh, you are indeed my second uncle. This is really damn good."
Rostislav spat hard on the ground. Damn it, it was just a little bit short.
"Blow the trumpet and order the troops at the front not to retreat any further! Hold on, hold on!"
In fact, the collapse of the Northern Army was a trap. Although the previous offensive of the Southern Army was fierce, it was actually quickly blocked. However, Rostislav ordered Anwar to slowly retreat.
His idea was that since the Confederate Army wanted to push, let them push. When their front line pushed past St. George's Monastery, a big hole would definitely appear between the Confederate Army's front line that was out of touch with the follow-up troops. By then Ross
Tislav's personal armor and cavalry can then march into the formation.
The Moscow militiamen have followed Rostislav for more than ten years and can be said to have been trained by him. Rostislav is also confident that they can carry out this difficult task. Of course, the most important thing is that Anwar is a future with this ability.
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It's just a pity that Sviatoslav noticed this.
When the horn of the Northern Army sounded, Mrs. Chernigo suddenly saw that the Muscovites in front of her became tenacious. They did not continue to fight and retreat, and they were not as weak as before.
But at this time, something happened that almost changed the direction of the entire war.