"Follow me! Warriors! Let us defeat the weak Rus!"
Saru responded with a war cry belonging to the prairie wolves. Ross's front line had been shattered, and the nobles and warriors of the prairie had been eager to kill for a long time.
The cavalry followed closely the yellow flag of the Khan's son. At first glance, it was full of silver light. The armor and sharp blades shone in the sunlight that was no longer covered by the fog. They were like a heavenly army marching towards the red shield of the Russian army.
go.
"Oh God, these people are coming towards us. Damn it, what should we do?"
Prince Rus' uncle Ijaslav said with a stern look on his face that the dispatch of the heavy cavalry on the grassland was very obvious. He had already seen it, but now he only felt a huge pressure.
Moreover, he saw the chaos in the Chinese army, which made Ijaslav even more panicked. He was not a good general to begin with, and his battlefield qualifications could only be described as mediocre. Faced with such a scene, he immediately panicked.
Now that the command of the four thousand troops on the right wing was in his hands, he didn't know what to do. He was not the only one who was impatient, everyone was impatient and waiting for orders.
But the option of retreat did not appear in the uncle's mind, because he saw that his father resolutely threw his elite troops into the collapsed front line, and even the coach did not show fear. How could he run away? How could he be worthy of his father's hard fight if he ran away.
"Brother, please be sure to hold off the Polovets. I will hand over all my men to you. In just a moment, I will lead the cavalry to attack from the flank. Those black hats actually wanted to run away. Fortunately, there are people inside.
Tell me this and let me keep an eye on them, otherwise it will be difficult to counterattack without these cavalry."
The second uncle Svyatoslav said to his brother while putting on the pointed war helmet that indicated his identity. His personal soldiers were waiting beside him with a war horse.
"Okay, okay, let's do it this way, Svyatoslav, nothing will happen to you."
The uncle said hurriedly as if he had found his backbone, not forgetting to care. The second uncle had already mounted his horse, made a cross to his brother to express his blessing, and then went to his heavy armored cavalry, preparing to lead them to the nomads.
Or a thrilling side attack.
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While the right wing was preparing to deal with the surprise attack of the nomadic heavy cavalry, in the center, as the Grand Duke's personal soldiers were thrown into the battlefield, the situation that was heading toward collapse was finally contained.
When the elite soldiers of the Grand Duke of Rus formed a solid shield wall and advanced, the embarrassed warriors who were being chased by the nomadic army took the initiative to move closer, and they consciously formed a line on both sides of the shield wall.
The offensive of the nomadic army was finally temporarily contained, and the horsemen suddenly found themselves crashing into the Russian shield wall, and then being chopped off by spears and axes.
However, this also inspired their bravery. Many nomads directly rode their horses into the Ross shield wall at full speed, even if they risked their own death, they would sacrifice the lives of the Ross people.
For a moment, there were several gaps in the shield wall because of these desperate guys. The Borovets did not waste the opportunity that their people had fought for with their lives. The nomadic cavalry rushed into these gaps desperately and fought madly among them.
The battle gradually turned into a melee, and this was exactly what the Russians did not want to see. A melee was not good for the Russians. However, the situation was already like this, so what else could be done? The battlefield was always out of control.
"Forward! Russians!"
Jika, the captain of the Grand Duke's personal soldiers, killed the Boroway chief in front of him with one sword. The cheap iron armor on this guy's body did not save his life, and he was directly split open by the Ross warrior's sword.
After beheading this man, the Polovets who followed him turned around and ran away. The leader was dead, so why did they fight? However, one of the slower ones was picked up by Dika and pierced with a spear.
Heart, the rider fell off the horse, with one foot still hanging on the saddle, and the body was dragged away by the horse.
A group of soldiers with spears rushed past the guard captain and stabbed the nomadic riders who were unfortunate enough to stand in front of them, knocking them off their horses one by one.
"These bastards, let them succeed..."
Dika raised his shield to block the incoming scimitar, and then kicked the Polovtsi man without his horse with one kick. Seeing this, several spearmen immediately went up to stab him.
The reason why the captain of the guards said this was because he knew that under the crazy counterattack of the Polovets, he knew that the Grand Duke's plan had gone bankrupt. The Grand Duke originally wanted to use a shield wall to advance to save the front, but was delayed.
Enter the melee that you least want to see.
Suddenly, Ji Ka's heart shook violently. He subconsciously raised his shield behind him, and then felt the impact of the falling arrows. Those spearmen were not so lucky. They were all struck by the arrows.
Fall down.
The captain of the guard cut off the arrow on the shield with his sword, and looked at the direction from which the arrow came. It was a group of horse archers showing off their power. It seemed that some Polovts had detoured back to the flank.
The captain did not hesitate, picked up the horn in his hand and blew it. This was a signal for the Black Hats to attack, but unfortunately, the captain could not wait for the horn to respond.
"Damn! Those bastards got away!"
The battle-hardened captain immediately guessed what was going on - those nomadic cavalry had run away!
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As the battle between the center army and the right wing became more and more intense, on the left wing, the Russians here had just recovered from the chaos, but there were far fewer people on the battlefield than before the chaos.
The only ones who are still there now are Rostislav's troops, but they have already retreated hundreds of meters from the original position. Prince Rus spent a lot of energy on this, running around frantically among his subordinates to appease them, and finally stabilized most of them.
Gather some soldiers who have not yet escaped.
The escorts were also of great help. Their singing and praying of Bible psalms made many soldiers feel at ease and returned to the queue again.
Fortunately, the Polovets did not launch an attack on his side, otherwise they would really be over. However, the chaotic enemies of the Russians just now also saw it. After all, the Russians were almost collapsing on their own at that time, so they did not
attack.
But now that the Russians were regrouping, the Polovets failed to notice it. After all, they were at the top of the flat slope. A few hundred meters back, they were on the other side of the slope. The Polovets could not see them at all.
Movements of the Russian army.
"Your Highness Rostislav, what should we do now? Should we retreat or attack?"
Gevalan asked solemnly, the prince's next choice will determine their fate.
"We attack."
After observing the battlefield situation for a while, Rostislav Vladimirovich said decisively, but he still doesn't know that this decision will turn the entire battle situation around.