When the sun rises high, the fog gradually dissipates. Compared with the difficulty of seeing just now, everything within a hundred meters can now be seen clearly.
As the fog dissipated little by little, traces of the battle also appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Bodies in twos and threes were scattered in front of the formation. These were all left behind by fierce fighting between skirmishers. In order to stop the opponent's tentacles, both sides paid considerable casualties.
As the fog dissipated, the fighting skirmishers ended their fight and returned to their respective main formations. It was meaningless to continue fighting at this moment, and the real battle was about to come.
Although the thick fog has faded a lot, the slight fog still makes it difficult to see the movements on the other side. The hearts of all Russians, including the Grand Duke himself, are still not disappointed. No one dares to attack without seeing the main force of the Polovts.
It was certain where they would come from, and no one was sure what kind of tactics they would use.
At this moment, Rostislav could also see the situation of the center and right flank of the Grand Duke. The Grand Duke was still wearing the same armor he had seen during the Estonian campaign. He was surrounded by soldiers, and his whole body was full of the majesty of the Grand Duke of Kiev.
As for the right wing, it is a bright silver light. Countless armored warriors form a powerful front. If necessary, they can immediately turn into armored iron fists and give the nomadic army a beautiful right uppercut.
"What strategy will the Polovets use? Is it a charge on horseback or a roundabout way of riding and shooting?"
Rostislav was surrounded by his own soldiers, and in front of him were the nervous monastery militiamen. Although they had never doubted their victory, the prospect of fighting still made them extremely nervous. In any case, they had just stepped onto the battlefield.
Just a newcomer.
The prince felt a little nervous in his heart. It was always the most nervous moment before the opponent made a move, and he was facing the fierce grassland people of Bolovets, a powerful enemy that would trouble Ross for hundreds of years.
"It's just a few tricks. Let them come. Let them bang their heads in front of the battle line and bleed. The shield wall will block everything as always."
Young said in a nonchalant tone that he had grown up with stories of great victories against the Pechenegs, and the childhood memories of his generation were of Ross's crushing of the steppe.
If according to the original history, Rostislav should have thought this way, but it is a pity that the prince's body now has a soul from later generations. He knows full well what kind of harm these stinking shepherds will bring to Ross when they return.
Impact and destruction.
Gevalan walked in the military formation, roaring to cheer up the farmers, and the escorts prayed God's prayers and comforted their souls.
The wait did not last long, because soon everyone felt the vibration of the ground. At first, it was just a slight tremor of some pebbles, but it soon became so severe that everyone could feel it.
Everyone knew that the Polovets were coming.
"They actually chose to attack directly, regardless of casualties."
Rostislav was a little surprised. He had thought that it would start with guerrilla cavalry shooting and then the serious battle, but as a result, the enemy charged with all their cavalry.
"Soldiers, hold the line and secure the carriage tighter. I'm afraid the impact will be a bit big later."
Gevalan's voice rang out in the infantry queue, and the captain who was experienced in fighting the enemy immediately realized what should be done now. Under his voice, the soldiers were busy reinforcing the carriage, and many spearmen even put their spears on it.
The archers bent their bows and set up, and just waiting for the nomadic cavalry to rush out of the fog, they would fire thousands of arrows, turning them into sieves. The cavalry on the furthest flank quickly ended their rest and mounted their horses, always ready to deal with the roundabout wave of side attacks.
Lowe people.
The melodious sound of horns sounded in the air, telling the Russians to prepare for battle.
The prince's eyes were fixed on the indifferent fog ahead, waiting for the nomadic cavalry to rush out of it.
As the trembling of the earth became more intense, everyone knew that the Polovets were coming. Everyone clenched their weapons and prepared for the next fight. Everyone knew that whether they would be rich or poor depended on today's fight.
Finally, the first war horse broke through the thin fog that was about to dissipate and appeared in people's eyes, followed by the second, third... groups of war horses appeared in front of the Russians, and the entire line of sight was occupied by the horses.
It's so full that at first glance it looks like a sea of horses.
However, the soldiers who had been mentally prepared for this actually let out bursts of exclamations and even fear, and the reason was very simple - there were no riders on these horses, not even saddles or stirrups!
"God, what is this?"
Rostislav couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene. He never thought that the horses that rushed out would be a herd of horses with no one.
Looking from the sky, it looked like a fire consisting of war horses sweeping across, and everything in front of them was mercilessly devoured.
Rostislav expected that the entire Nomad army might come out and crash into the battle line. For this reason, he also discussed with the Grand Duke, and the way to deal with it was the current car formation, but the result was such a scene.
The Russian people were caught off guard by this scene. It was the first time for many of them to see such a large herd of horses. Rostislav saw many soldiers subconsciously retreating, but he stood still tremblingly under the scolding of his own soldiers.
Even many soldiers flinched, their fear written on their faces. Fortunately, honor and responsibility prompted them to stand back in the end.
"Crazy, the Polovets are crazy, they are completely crazy."
Driving such a huge herd of livestock to charge into the military formation is indeed a sign of madness. It is really expensive to use so many livestock to charge into the military formation. But this is true for Ross, but for the grassland nomads
To put it simply, this is nothing. The Khan doesn’t have much else in his hands, but he definitely has enough livestock!
"Shoot! Shoot! Are you all stupid? Shoot those beasts!"
Following a flurry of similar words, the Ross archers finally fired the arrows that were supposed to be fired when the first war horse appeared, and for a moment the sky was filled with arrows.
The arrows rained down on the heads of the horses, and many prairie horses fell to the ground with arrows. Sometimes they would trip up the unlucky horses behind them. The scene was dusty and spectacular.
It's a pity that although the number of horses hit by arrows is quite large, it is still not enough compared to the total number of horses. The horses still charge with an unstoppable momentum, and the earth trembles from the trampling of countless hooves.
The archers fired several more rounds of arrows, but unfortunately there were still not enough fallen horses, and the total number of horses was still very terrifying.
The hands of the Ross soldiers behind the carriage were trembling, and the once-incomparable confidence was gone. Looking at the horses rushing in like waves, all the courage was gone. They were still standing only because of the constraints of discipline and
Supervision by the soldiers behind you.
Fortunately for Rostislav, these horses did not directly hit his left wing, but they rushed towards the center where the Grand Duke was!