Looking from the direction of the Polovets, the enemy was like a ship riding the wind and waves in the sea, heading towards them through one wave after another.
The first thing to arrive was a hail of arrows, and most of the grassland infantry who lacked protection fell in front of them. The rest were even shaken in confidence by this sight, and some even ran away for a while.
Polovets, who was supervising the battle, roared and ordered the slaves in his eyes to go into battle again, but the slaves who were oppressed and tortured just responded by thrusting their spears into the throats of the arrogant people.
Other infantrymen responded to this act of resisting their masters. They stabbed or stabbed the horsemen around them with their weapons, killing the once aloof supervisors and taking away the horses that they had once had the luxury of riding.
The steppe infantry who killed the supervisor fled directly from the battlefield, which made Bruce Khan feel desperate. He could not compete with thousands of Rus now, could he only run away?
Khan knew very well what would happen if he ran away. When it was discovered that Khan and the banner were not there, the situation on the battlefield would be reversed in an instant. The defeat of the Polovets would be extremely avoidable, and his prestige would also be there.
He will be buried with him immediately, and his enemies should settle accounts with him.
Bruce Khan knew very well how many people he had offended, and these people would come one after another for revenge, but he was not worried about his life. Over the years, he had enjoyed the glory, the power, and the women.
After that, the only thing I'm afraid of is my son's future.
He is still too young, and a young wolf has not yet accumulated everything he should learn to survive in the grassland. His pampering since childhood has left him with a serious lack of exercise, which makes him feel at ease.
The Khan's guards have never wavered. The loyalty of these warriors, who are supported by the wealth gained from exploitation and countless promises, will never waver to the Khan. They know very well who gave them everything, so even if it is that person
If you order them to charge against Tengger, they will execute it without hesitation. As for sacrificing their lives for it, that is the most basic duty.
However, the presence of loyal guards still could not reassure Khan. The enemy was so huge. And just when Khan was falling into despair and hesitating whether to escape from the battlefield, suddenly a group of Borovets cavalry came from behind him.
, the cavalry were outnumbered, and the way they ran and kicked up dust attracted everyone's attention.
Seeing this, the Russian infantry stopped attacking, adjusted its shield wall, and then advanced slowly, always ready to deal with the impact of the nomadic cavalry. The same was true for the chariots and cavalry. They slowed down to protect the two wings of the shield wall.
"Who is it? Who is here?"
Bruce Khan, who was suddenly rescued, asked in surprise. He looked at the people wrapped in armor, but no one could answer his question.
The Polovets cavalry who came to the rescue crossed the Khan's team and ran over the rebel steppe infantry who fled. Before these people could cheer for their freedom, they were killed by the nomads.
At this time, the stern-faced Polovets cavalry escorted the equally stern-faced prostrates and came to the front of the Khan.
"Hail to you, my Khan."
The visitor took off the iron mask, revealing his infamous face. He was none other than Tugel, who had been scolded by the Khan for his failure, while his men continued to charge towards the Ross army.
"Tugel, you came at the right time."
Bruce Khan couldn't help but beam with joy. Nothing could be more exciting than seeing his comrades at this moment, so that the scolding him in the past now seemed completely wrong and regrettable.
"Khan, I will crush the Rus. I have brought all the men of the tribe. That boy must die."
Looking at the flag of St. George flying in the battle formation, Tugel gritted his teeth and said that he remembered this flag and the boy who defeated him - in these days, Tugel had found out that the one who defeated him was a young man.
After that humiliating defeat, Tugel was sent to the various tribes to reorganize the army, but Cui was not willing to fail. He returned to the tribe to gather all the men, and then rushed back to the battlefield at full speed, but he did not expect to encounter the man who made him.
He was even more motivated when he encountered the enemy of all this - Tugel.
Right in front of Khan and Kui, the nomadic cavalry and the Ross army collided violently, and the fighting began.
The Russian chariots and cavalry hid behind the infantry. In the eyes of the Polovts, this was a sign of cowardice. However, to Tugel's surprise, the Polovts did not gain the upper hand.
Facing the attack of the nomadic cavalry, the Russians responded very skillfully. They first used a dense barrage of spears to stop the Polovets cavalry, and then used spears to stab the mounted warriors, so that they did not dare to get close.
After falling off their horses, there were soldiers skillfully throwing javelins from behind to dismount the unlucky Polovts.
"Onward! Onward! The situation is favorable to us, Russians, advance with our spears!"
Gevalan roared loudly in the military formation, and did not forget to use a long ax to hook the enemy off his horse and kill him.
The captain of the guardsmen always remembered the purpose of this battle, so he led his guardsmen forward bravely. They hit the Polovtsian military formation again and again like spindles, while the scimitars in the hands of ordinary herdsmen
and spears were unable to pose a threat to the soldiers in iron armor. They beat the nomads so miserable that they could only retreat continuously.
Following the footsteps of the soldiers, the soldiers fought more and more bravely. They surrounded the riders in groups with shields and killed them mercilessly. If they had doubts and wavers before, these emotions now seemed like
The waves generally recede during low tide.
The fanatical believers of the Guard relied on their thick armor and fought on the battlefield in an open and closed posture without any defense at all. They relied on their armor to resist all attacks, and the armor they trusted did not stretch their hips.
, giving the body protection.
Tugel's army was already weak, ranging from children who had just learned to ride to old men who had gone through countless years. They had also experienced such a fierce march, and they were already weak in physical strength, and there were not many heavily armored warriors.
-Most of the armored warriors of the Tugel tribe were lost in that swamp battle - they were naturally at a disadvantage when facing the wolf-like Russians.
The Polovtsian military formation became increasingly shaken and they were unable to cope with the Russian advance. The bloody battlefield made them frightened, and their desire to escape became more intense.
"That's it, that's it."
Looking at all this, Rostislav became more and more excited. Every step forward in the infantry queue meant that he was one step closer to victory.
The battlefield where the Russians advanced was littered with the corpses of men and horses, most of whom were Polovtsians.
"No, this is impossible, everyone, follow me!"
Tugel looked at this scene, and the calmness he had maintained just now disappeared. He couldn't believe that this would be the result.
Furious, he stepped into the battle formation, slapped his horse, and the horse roared and galloped towards the battlefield, while behind him were the last of the Polovtian elite.