If it were seen by an outsider who did not know the situation on the battlefield, Rostislav's choice was really crazy. The battle situation had already deteriorated to this point. He did not stick to his position honestly and look for opportunities to escape, but chose to take the initiative to attack. Wouldn't this be a way to die?
But Rostislav knew that this was not a grand strategy to commit suicide, but to reverse the situation of the war.
After Prince Ross jumped up the slope, he could clearly see the entire battlefield. What he saw was that the main force of the Polovets had already charged towards the center, and their elites were rushing towards the right wing. As for the left wing, in the eyes of the Polovets
It has self-disintegrated and no troops are attacking.
The nomads' main formation is now extremely empty. There are only Khan's guards and some nomadic soldiers, and some weak infantry guarding the light yellow flag. The Khan himself also stands under the big flag, and when Rostislav arrives, he can
There were no Porovets among the Khan's troops.
In other words, there was no obstruction between Rostislav and Polovets Khan.
If we don't launch a counterattack now, then when will we launch a counterattack? So after seeing the situation clearly, Rostislav chose to attack without hesitation. The attack will reverse the unfavorable situation and may even take off the head of the nomadic Khan in one fell swoop.
Cut off the handsome flag of the Polovets and completely reverse the situation of the war!
"Blow the war trumpet, Yang, and let everyone rush forward. We are gambling, and no hand can be left. Let us win glory under the eyes of St. George. May we win like he slayed the dragon.
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The prince raised the cross and silently prayed to the name of the Lord of Hosts, hoping that this god would bless him. At the same time, he also hoped that the angel of martial arts would provide supreme protection to the warriors in battle.
As his order was issued, the Russians began to prepare for the fight. The cavalry was whispering the last words to the horses, the infantry was preparing to charge, the guards were praying silently, and soldiers were holding some ownerless horses.
They were tied to the carriage and several chariots were made.
"Yes, His Highness Rostislav! In the name of St. George!"
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The Khan was thinking about what to do if he captured Yaroslav after winning this battle. Should he extort a large ransom or make his skull into a wine cup to keep company with his ancestors?
But the melodious horn sounded from the left wing that he thought had collapsed. Bruce Khan suddenly realized something and looked to the hilltop on the left.
However, they saw that the army formation that was supposed to have collapsed suddenly stood up again. Countless red shields stood proudly, and the most eye-catching thing was that the battle line composed of red shields was moving towards them.
On both sides of the shield wall, the Russian cavalry and chariots advanced under the gaze of the flag of St. George. The sound of the turning wheels and the sound of galloping horses were mixed with the war slogans of the Russians. They seemed to be shouting St. George.
The name.
"Let the infantry line up, blow the horn, and ask those in front to come back quickly for reinforcements!"
Khan's confident expression of victory disappeared at this moment, leaving only eagerness and panic. He never expected that the left-wing Russians who were supposed to self-disintegrate actually still had troops.
Under the call of the Khan, the steppe infantry hurriedly formed in front of the Russians. They were composed of farmers on the steppe, slaves and losers. These people's faces were full of bitterness. They were unwilling to participate in this war.
They didn't even want to work for the damn Polovets. They usually did all the dirty work in the army, but the scimitars of the cavalry behind them forced them to stand together, using shields and short swords made of door panels.
The powerless spear went to face the Russian army.
A small number of nomadic elites gathered next to the Khan's banner, preparing to protect their Khan. The horn calling for the Polovets to return for reinforcements was sounded, ordering the troops on the front line to return for reinforcements.
It's just that these horns didn't play their intended role.
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"Is this? Something happened to my father?"
Salu, the son of Khan, who was covered in blood, suddenly raised his head. All around him were chaotic scenes of fighting. The son of Khan was in the middle of the extremely chaotic battlefield. He couldn't see what was happening behind him, but he heard the call for reinforcements.
Order.
Saru swung his scimitar and cut off the arm of the soldier in front of him, then drove his horse forward and trampled on him mercilessly, killing the Russian wearing a pointed helmet.
"Why... trouble at this time!"
In front of Salu, a war horse carrying the Polovtsi heavy cavalry ran past, but the rider was lying on the horse with a javelin on his back with a forked branch.
The attack of the Porovets against the Russians on the right wing was not smooth. The fierce attack did break through the Russian shield wall for a time. However, as the Russian heavy cavalry and black hat troops came out from their flanks, the situation changed in an instant.
The impact of Polovet's heavy cavalry was immediately contained. The war horses were mixed with the war horses. The soldiers were fighting at close range. Someone was injured or even died in every blow. The Ross infantry, which was almost defeated, seized the opportunity.
The guy from Ijaslav was on the front line to boost morale.
The battle turned into a complete melee. Infantry and cavalry, soldiers and warriors, there was no front line, no organization. Both sides were mixed together. Enemies may appear from all directions, and friends and foes could only be barely identified through their clothes and armor.
Every moment, infantrymen were stabbed to death under their horses, every moment a cavalryman was dragged off his horse and his throat cut, and every moment someone fell under the ruthless arrows, the battlefield was as chaotic as a soup pot from hell.
As the leader, Salu took the lead and led the way for everyone in accordance with the tradition of the grasslands. However, the more he fought, the more he found himself in a whirlpool of chaos, unable to escape at all, let alone command.
This is why Saru feels a headache. He can't get out of this situation now, let alone lead the group of nobles and warriors under his command.
The son of Khan's headache didn't last long, because a Ross cavalry was charging towards him with a long sword. Seeing this, Saru didn't think about it anymore. What the hell, save his life first.
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In the Chinese army, everyone heard the trumpet, but most of the Polovts didn't even know what was going on, let alone any reaction.
As for the chiefs and leaders, they knew what was going on, but due to various reasons, such as being trapped in a battle formation and unable to escape, or the withdrawal of the troops, the losses were too great, so few people responded to this loud clarion call.
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It can be said that the Khan's trumpet was completely blown, and few people were willing to come to support him as a Khan.
"Tenggri..."
Bruce shouted the name of the god. He really wanted to escape from the battlefield and the banner, but he knew that he could not do so. This would mean the failure of the war and the destruction of his political prestige - and the grassland never treats losers.