Domhnall shouted loudly, and he was leading the janissaries into the battlefield. When the janissaries saw Mrs. Chernigo's retreat, they couldn't help but screamed and cheered, and then stepped onto the battlefield.
"Look, we are going to win, let's go and help them! It will be too late if we don't go!"
Everyone seemed impatient. Everyone wanted to join the fight and get a share of the victory.
The cheers of the Janissaries were only a small reflection of the victorious advance of the Northern Army. In front of Rostislav, all the Northern troops were fighting bravely against the Southern Army and were marching victoriously.
Blood-stained steel flashed in the air, and more Union soldiers continued to pour in and join the melee, making the battlefield even more chaotic.
All rationality has disappeared with the wind, and the battle has gotten out of control. The two sides are no longer organized and large-scale group battles, but have been replaced by disorderly large-scale melees and small-scale conflicts scattered around.
But even with such chaos, the retreat of the Chernihiv militia is still certain. The Southern Army is retreating steadily under the attack. The impact brought by Harald's "fleet" to them is too huge, almost destroying them.
Their morale was trampled into the mud.
Rostislav's personal cavalry drew their bows and fired arrows at the flanks of the Confederate army. The sound of hooves from the galloping horses under him resounded across the battlefield like huge thunder.
Arrows flew densely over the sky. Many Confederate soldiers fell to the ground in the rain of arrows, while others hurriedly raised their shields.
"Domnar! Go and lead your men, I am protected by Vasily!"
"As you command!"
Rostislav watched the captain of the janissary lead a powerful janissary team to join the battle, but the prince himself did not attack rashly.
He just shoots arrows at the enemy's formation. If he joins the battle formation, he will lose control of the army, which is absolutely unacceptable.
He is the supreme commander of the Northern Army, not a cavalryman fighting in battle. The current battle situation has not yet reached a point where he needs to join.
The prince of Moscow looked at the others and found that the armies of Poles and Bulgars were also fighting in full force, but it was obviously difficult for both sides to determine the winner for the time being.
As for the other side, Ross's heavy cavalry were still fighting fiercely. Young had obviously met his opponent, while the Novgorodians were still fighting to the death with the Kievians, and both sides still refused to give in.
However, the battle situation has already begun here, and it can only start here next. Rostislav looked at the battlefield in front of him, and began to figure out when to attack the enemy's formation and kill him.
And soon, the prince of Moscow saw a group of Rus' heavy horses heading to the battlefield in the smoke and dust. In addition to the Rurik Trident that could be seen everywhere, Rostislav also saw the icon of St. Gleb and Cherny.
Goff's Blackhawks.
It was a team of men and horses, and Rostislav knew that he was coming to live now. These people should be Sviatoslav's elite, so this team of heavy cavalry must be stopped and they must not be allowed to enter the battle line.
"Vasily, it's been a while since you've been in battle. Let's give it a try and run on the battlefield."
Rostislav said to the accompanying captain, and Khrensky's answer was very firm, "We are not afraid of any enemy, sir, please lead us to victory. No matter how difficult the situation is, victory will be ours!"
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The Prince of Moscow smiled, and the captain's voice was firm, as if he would follow them if he led them into hell, and it was good to have such a will.
Rostislav was not worried about the combat effectiveness of his followers. He knew that during this period, his followers had been holding back their breath and wanted to show off.
After the prince captured Novgorod, he sent a large number of manpower to Novgorod, but most of the princes recruited people from the personal soldiers instead of their personal followers. This made the personal followers feel that they were despised.
I have been holding back my breath and want to show off in front of the prince.
The Prince of Moscow led this team into the battlefield again, and Rostislav suddenly had a strange feeling, just like when he entered the battle when he was young.
Rostislav also heard a familiar cry, which came from Gvalan. This really gave him an illusion. The prince turned around and saw the Gulag Warden covered in blood standing on a pile of corpses.
Inside, he waved enthusiastically to the Prince of Moscow.
After leaving St. George's Monastery, the Gulag jailers directly ran into Mrs. Chernigo who was trying to attack from the rear. Then Mrs. Chernigo was blocked back by these heavy infantry.
Gvalan led this powerful force wearing black mail and slashed wildly in the battle formation. Even when the Moscow militia collapsed, their hundreds of people beat Mrs. Chernigo back steadily.
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Following the feat of the King of Norway, the morale of the Confederate army was low and they began to retreat. They even charged directly into the Confederate front line.
And Gvalan suddenly saw Rostislav leading his personal entourage passing by, and then he gave that greeting.
Rostislav could only wave his spear to indicate that his more important thing now was to face the Chernigov cavalry. With this thought in mind, Rostislav stabbed to death a spearman beside him.
There were very few Confederate troops standing in front of the personal entourage. When they saw the heavy cavalry coming, they all cowered away. Even if there were any, they were quickly crushed. This armored cavalry tore the Confederate army's battle line apart.
But Rostislav had no pride because of that. What mattered was the enemy in front of him. The figures of the Chernigov cavalry were already clear, and they were also a group of armored cavalry.
"Tsk, he's my cousin."
Rostislav saw Gleb's face. He had just put on his mask at that time. He obviously also saw Rostislav, because the prince of Moscow noticed the excitement on his face. It seemed that this kid wanted to catch him.
The prince was very reluctant to fight with his relatives, but since they had already met on the battlefield, the next step was to fight.
With just a gesture, the people behind the prince dispersed nimbly. Everything was so smooth, full of the beauty of order.
This is Rostislav's personal entourage, his companion cavalry, the best cavalry in the whole of Russia.
The enemy also spread out and pulled out a battle column to come towards the Northern Army. Although their movements were not as smooth as those of their own followers, it could be seen that this was not a weak force.
A fierce confrontation between war horses and cavalry was staged again. The soldiers who blocked their path consciously fled left and right, and some even fled side by side with the enemy, because if they didn't run away, it would be bad to be involved in such a battle.
The two sides closed the distance very quickly. Rostislav could soon see the enemy's face clearly and saw the enemy's shining swords and spears, but the prince did not feel any fear in his heart.
The knights clashed quickly, and Rostislav seized the opportunity to thrust forward, piercing the neck of Mrs. Chernigo. The prince of Moscow showed superb spear skills.
Quickly throwing away the corpse and the spear shaft that was obviously unable to withstand it, Rostislav slashed at the helmet of the enemy in front of him, and the long sword slid away from the helmet. However, Rostislav did not intend to cut through the helmet in the first place.
Down, cut into this man's arm that was not protected by armor.
Shaking off the stirrup with his left foot, Rostislav kicked the man off his horse with one kick. Compared to Rostislav, the man still lacked experience in riding combat.
Only then did Rostislav notice that this person turned out to be his cousin Gleb. It seemed that Svyatoslavic was still too young to deal with him, a veteran on the battlefield.
Gleb fainted when he was kicked off his horse by Rostislav, and is now lying on the ground unable to move.
Rostislav originally planned to ride his horse forward and trample the guy with his horse's hooves, but he still felt compassion when he saw his relative fell, and finally dismounted and tied the guy with the rope on the saddle.
Since even the leader was captured, there is nothing to say about the fate of this Chernigov heavy cavalry. They were not as good as Rostislav's personal entourage. After the leader was captured, their combat effectiveness plummeted, and their morale and combat skills dropped sharply.
I think that's even more pitiful.
After launching several attacks to recapture their prince, and then being repulsed by the Muscovite followers, the cavalry quickly fled in all directions amid the boos of the followers.