"The enemy's commander has moved, it's time for us to go up. As long as we defeat the enemy in front of us, the road to Polovets Khan will be clear!"
Rostislav saw the Polovtsians wrapped in iron armor entering the battlefield, led by a man in gorgeous armor, which made him sure that the commander of the Polovtsian army was there.
The Prince of Ross raised his sword high and kicked the horse violently in the belly. The red horse immediately started running, and the Ross horsemen followed closely behind the prince.
But the Ross chariots rushed directly into the melee because they misunderstood Prince Ross's order. After all, the people driving them were just ordinary farmers. The moment they heard the order, these people rode their horses and rushed into the melee.
On the battlefield, even the cavalry in charge could not hold back. Prince Ross immediately turned black when he saw this.
After the rampaging chariots entered the battle formation, they overturned many Borovets, and many nomads were crushed to death under the wheels and horses' hooves.
But soon they overturned. The Polovets were very experienced in handling chariots. After all, their former enemies, the Pechenegs, were famous for their armed carriages. The nomads easily overturned the carriages with a lasso.
Some of the more unlucky ones were forced to stop their horses by the nomads, and their riders were stripped off their horses and killed.
This scene made Rostislav's thoughts about the chariot disappear. However, it was originally the product of his whim, and it didn't matter if it was gone. Instead, another idea of how to use the chariot suddenly appeared in his mind, but he was about to fight, so what?
It's useless to think about it. Keep the thought in your mind and start to attack.
The Rosmars team bypassed the melee and rushed directly towards Tugel's team. When Tugel saw the flag of St. George, he was filled with anger. The boy named Rostislav actually came forward to die. This made Tugel angry.
He felt slighted. Isn't it a sign of contempt for this bastard to be so unscrupulous?
"Go and get rid of that disgusting boy, I'm going to use his skull as a bowl! Just like the one in the Khan's tent that his ancestors had."
Tugel's tone was filled with anger, and the elites who responded to him were also filled with anger. The Russians actually dared to compete with them in mounted combat, and even charged at the grassland elites. This was so disrespectful!
Anger made the Polovets more willing to fight, and they vowed in their hearts that they would make the Russians pay the price for their stupid actions.
Under the orders of their respective commanders, the Russians and Porovets formed a battle formation in an orderly manner. The knights of both sides stood upright on their spears, and a fierce fight ensued.
Different from the nomadic cavalry that Rostislav had encountered, these Polovtian elites obviously had very rich experience in cavalry combat. They were arranged in three battle lines in an orderly manner. The whole process was extremely smooth, and they were obviously a division that had been fighting for a long time.
But the Polovets were first showered by a wave of arrows. If it was just an ordinary rain of arrows, it would not be able to harm the elite Porovets in iron armor. However, the Polovets riders fell off their horses one after another.
"Shoot! Shoot! Don't stop, speed up and shoot!"
Jan Vishaditch shouted as he stood among the crossbowmen. He was not among the cavalry, standing next to Rostislav to hold his flag, but was sent to command the archers and crossbowmen.
The reason for Rostislav's arrangement is simple: he needs arrows at the necessary moment to open his way forward.
The Polovets fell off their horses one after another under the fierce crossbow arrows, like wheat that had been cut down during the harvest. Their battle ranks became scattered, and this was what they were most worried about when riding on horseback.
At one point, the weaker side in the battle line will be defeated in the cavalry battle.
"Despicable Rus!"
Tugel's anger reached the extreme. He originally wanted a hearty fight, but his elite men were framed by the Russians in this way. Does this have any battlefield ethics?
But there was no turning back when he opened his bow. All he could do was face the neat Ross battle array with the broken battle array. Even though the situation ahead was dangerous, he still did not turn around and run away, because that pride was not enough.
Such behavior is allowed.
In an instant, the knights met each other.
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"Long live! Long live victory!"
Tugel's head, together with his ponytail helmet, was picked up with a spear, followed by fanatical cheers from the Russian soldiers.
Even the Rus people who were fighting with the main force of the Tugel tribe cheered and shouted the slogan that the leader of Bolove was dead. The nomads looked behind them in horror and saw the heads and helmets being carried on spears. Most of them
The Polovets did not know what Tugel looked like, but they knew what his helmet looked like.
The chiefs and warriors were the first group of people to run away. Why fight if the chief is dead? What's more, many of them were in a hurry to inherit the positions of their fathers who died in the battle, and then were forced to fight. There were also many people who
My father died under Tugel's command, and I was unwilling to do so. Now that he is dead, he will naturally run away immediately.
If the grassroots commanders ran away, then the ordinary herdsmen would naturally have to follow, and the old and weak among them had no intention of participating in the battle, and were just forcibly recruited.
Looking from the sky, the Polovets were fleeing madly, and some Russians were trying to capture slaves. However, those who did so were quickly scolded and stopped by the soldiers. The battle was not over yet, and the rightful owner had not been caught yet.
Well, what are you going to catch? After the fight, there will be plenty of time to catch it.
Rostislav led his cavalry towards Polovets Khan, and now he had one goal: to take off the Khan's head and end this battle and even this invasion.
However, before Rostislav's army rushed in, the light yellow Porov sub battle flag fell down in the eyes of countless people, fell to the ground, and was trampled over by countless boots and horses like garbage, turning into a pile full of
The dirt, garbage, and the meaning that once existed are all gone at this moment.
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a few minutes ago.
"Hold on! Block it! The flag must not fall, hold on to the end!"
Bruce Khan and his guards stood in front of the defeated army. They could not let the defeated army destroy the great flag. That flag was related to the victory of the entire army. For this reason, even massacre of the defeated army was necessary!
However, the defeated troops who had lost their control didn't care about so many. Even when faced with the scimitars of the guards, they were never afraid and just rushed over. Even if the guards swung their scimitars to kill them, they could not make them retreat.
Khan himself was on the front line. His whole body was drowned in blood and covered in dirt. What was even worse was his mood. Failure was inevitable. All he did was to struggle to death.
The guards once wanted to take Khan away from the battlefield by force, but Khan refused them and killed the guards who wanted to take him away by force. He had to hold on for a while. His son was still fighting with the Russians in front. Failure was no longer possible.
Avoided, but he at least hoped that his son could survive.
Khan, who was thinking this way, was suddenly knocked down by a nomad who was panicking. He fell off his horse, and before losing consciousness, what he saw was the light yellow flag slowly falling. This was his last moment.
It was a scene he didn't want to see, but there was nothing he could do about it.