Based on the experience accumulated in training and actual combat, the prince's cavalry arranged themselves into a neat queue under the command. The whole process was very natural. The beauty of the order was also ornamental, making it pleasing to the eye.
The Russian cavalry pulled out three lines of battle. They were all skilled in bows and horses. They never forgot to set up their bows, release arrows, and throw arrows. The same was true for the Polovets opposite. The people in the felt tent were already good at riding and shooting.
Of course, I will not be afraid of this.
For a moment, arrows were flying in the air, and there were screams and cries under the arrows.
The art of horse arching is a specialty of the felt tent people, but they are hampered by their own weak protection. Compared to the per capita iron armor of the Ross horse army, all they can rely on is a pair of furs.
The Polovets kept screaming and fell off their horses, while the Ross riders were still fighting vigorously even though they had a lot of arrows hanging on their bodies. After all, those arrows were nothing to the armor, but as for the arrows falling on their horses, they were nothing.
If you are unlucky, you can only fall off the horse. If you are lucky, you will only fall down. If you are unlucky, you will be trampled by the horses of your comrades. Fortunately, there are only a few such unlucky people, otherwise the prince's heart will not be able to bear it.
Rostislav bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot down the leader of the Polovian queue. The silver iron face was directly penetrated by the prince's armor-piercing arrow, but then other leaders took over the command. Rostislav
The chaos that the prince expected did not come.
The prince did not continue to shoot, because he had already reached the distance where he should charge. He placed the riding bow on the saddle, pulled out the hanging spear, leveled it, and pointed it at the herdsman's queue. Everyone behind him did the same, and suddenly there were many spears, facing him directly.
enemy.
The Polovets on the opposite side were not afraid when they saw this. They actually pulled out their scimitars or raised their spears and charged forward. Although the formation was messy, their ferocity could not be ignored.
This surprised Rostislav. After so many encounters, the nomadic cavalry basically collapsed when faced with the impact of the cavalry. They could not even gather together to resist for a moment, but the Polovets in front of them actually mustered up the courage to fight with them.
They hedge.
"Keep the formation! It looks like we are going to have a real riding battle this time!"
Rostislav roared. A loud voice is the most basic quality that a battlefield commander should have. He also raised his lance and waved it several times. This was a signal to his followers to pay attention. This time the enemy was not those who rushed forward.
The archers were scattered.
The two teams of cavalry were approaching so quickly, and the riders on both sides were under tremendous pressure. After all, nothing tests the psychology of the riders more than a cavalry confrontation. When they think about the possibility of a tragic collision with the cavalry rushing towards them at the same speed from the opposite side, what will happen again?
People who are good at fighting will have fear.
This has nothing to do with whether you are an elite or not. This is simply a psychological test. Anyone who has not experienced such shocks and riding battles for a long time will be afraid.
When Rostislav looked at the opponent's battle line, he felt that the pressure was very huge. He was helpless with swords and guns. Even with his status, he might not be involved, but he couldn't retreat. If he retreated here, how could he use his sword to win?
A better future.
Faced with the impact, the prince's battle-hardened cavalry inevitably began to waver. Some new recruits were cowardly and wanted to turn their horses' heads away from the enemy battle formation. Hedging against the enemy group was too stressful and scary.
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But the spears crossing them blocked them. They were the war supervisors arranged by Rostislav. They were holding spears up to three meters long and wandering on both sides of the formation, in order to drive the war-fearing cavalry back into the formation.
Under the scolding of the war supervisor and the whipping of spears, the military formation was maintained. However, the formation was more uneven than in the past, but at least the formation was still there.
The situation of the nomadic cavalry on the opposite side was much worse than that of the Russians. They had no one to maintain the formation and supervise the deserters. Although they bravely chose to confront the Russians directly at the beginning due to their bravery, under the pressure of the Russians' orderly formation,
More and more nomadic cavalry broke away from the formation, and the battle lines of the nomadic army became more and more sparse.
The Polovets did not expect that the opponent would be so desperate. Originally, in their opinion, when they, the direct subordinates of the Khan, took an attack stance, the cavalry supported by the farmers would definitely be defeated automatically, and then they would harvest the enemy's sparse front line with ease.
Defeat them, but now, the situation is completely opposite.
As they get closer and closer, the pressure faced by both sides reaches its extreme. Ross's battle line has become tattered and tattered due to constant rectification and scolding, and is no longer as neat as before, but the Nomad's battle line has completely become a sparse line.
short-term.
Rostislav noticed that the enemy's equipment in front of him was much better than what he usually saw. At least they had a few pieces of leather on their fur clothes. He thought that these people had pretty good combat capabilities. Maybe this was the reason they dared to attack.
, but unfortunately they met his team.
Countless cavalrymen passed by each other like this, and two cavalrymen who were running at the fastest speed collided with each other.
Screams, war cries, and the collision of war horses and swords resounded throughout the world for an instant. Riders fell off their horses one after another and were trampled by the horses' hooves. Blood and broken limbs continued to fly out, and death could be seen everywhere.
Rostislav's spear penetrated the head of the nomad whose field of vision was narrowed by the rapid impact. The iron helmet could not block the blow with huge horsepower. He watched the herdsman fall from his horse behind him.
, the prince stabbed the enemy coming with a scimitar with his riding spear, knocking the man off his horse.
The prince looked around. He was very happy that no one fell down around him. The dead were basically Porovets. The Russian battle lines and armor protected them from death. At most, there were only wounded.
There is no doubt that the nomadic army suffered a massacre, and their battle lines were seriously broken. Although Ross's battle lines were not orderly, they were more numerous, moreover they were full of fighting spirit, and their armor was strong. Compared with Boroway's,
There are too many inferior people.
Each nomadic rider basically faced the siege of more than three Ross riders. The spears came and stabbed the herdsmen into sieves, and the unlucky ones were directly cut into human sticks by the swords.
The herdsmen's battle column was completely crushed, and their corpses lay on the ground. The Russian side, except for the most unlucky ones who directly collided with the enemy riders, suffered no losses at all.
Rostislav made a rough inventory of the battlefield. There were probably more than 20 Polovts riders who were killed off their horses. The others fled directly after seeing this scene. Their battle lines were directly smashed. With these stragglers, they could still
Is it possible to resist?
So they ran away without looking back. As for the Khan's horses, no one took care of them. Anyway, there were so many teams transporting horses, and their team was not inferior.