king of ros

Chapter 63 The Death of the Enemy Chief
"The enemy's commander has moved. It's time for us to go. As long as we defeat the enemy in front of us, the road to Napolovets Khan will be unimpeded!"

Rostislav saw the Polovites wrapped in iron armor stepping into the battlefield, and the leader was still a man in gorgeous armor, which made him sure that the commander of the Polovite army was there.

Prince Ross raised his sharp sword high and kicked the horse's belly fiercely. The red steed immediately galloped, and all Ross's cavalry followed closely behind the prince.

But the Ross chariot rushed directly into the melee battle formation, because they misunderstood Prince Ross's order. After all, they were driven by ordinary farmers. In such a battlefield, even the cavalry in charge couldn't hold back. Prince Ross immediately got a black line when he saw this.

The rampaging chariots overturned many Polovites after entering the battle, and many nomads were crushed to death under the wheels and horseshoes.

But soon they overturned. The Polovets are very skilled in dealing with chariots. After all, their former enemies, the Pechenegs, were famous for their armed carriages. Some were even more unlucky when nomads forced their horses to stop, and their riders were dismounted and killed.

This scene dispelled Rostislav's thoughts on chariots, but this was originally a product of his whim, and it doesn't matter if it is gone, but another idea of ​​how to use the chariot suddenly appeared in his mind, but it was just about to fight. It's useless to think, keep the thoughts in your head, and drive the horse to start charging.

The Ross horse team bypassed the melee army and rushed directly to Tugel's team. When Tugel saw the St. George's military flag, his anger rushed to his heart, and the boy named Rostislav came up to die on his own initiative. I feel belittled, this bastard is so unscrupulous, isn't it a manifestation of contempt for him?

"Go get rid of that disgusting boy, I'll use his skull as a bowl! Just like the one of his ancestors in the Khan's tent."

There was anger in Tugel's tone, and the tone of the elites who responded to him was also angry. The Ross people dared to compete with them in horse battles, and even rushed to the grassland elite. This is too contemptuous!
Anger made Polovts' fighting spirit high, and he vowed in his heart that he would make the Ross people pay for their stupid actions.

Under the orders of their respective officers, the Russ and the Polovites pulled out of the battle line in an orderly manner. The knights on both sides stood upright with spears, and a fierce fight followed.

Unlike the nomadic cavalry that Rostislav had encountered before, these elite Polovites obviously had very rich experience in cavalry combat. They lined up in three battle lines in an orderly manner, and the whole process was extremely smooth.

But the Polovites were first bathed in a wave of arrows. If it was a normal arrow rain, it would be fine. It would not be able to hurt the elite Polovites in iron armor at all, but the Polovic riders fell off their horses one after another.

"Shoot! Shoot! Don't stop, shoot faster!"

Jan Vysadich shouted from the hands of the crossbowmen, not in the cavalry, standing beside Rostislav with his banner, 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 Polovites fell from their horses one after another under the sharp crossbow arrows, just like the felled wheat fell during the harvest, and their battle formation became scattered as a result. One point, the weaker side in the battle will lose in the battle.

"Despicable Rus!"

Tugel's anger reached the extreme. He had hoped for a hearty fight, but the elite of his men were framed by the Ross in this way. Does this have a bit of battlefield morality?
But there was no turning back when he opened the bow, and all he could do was use the broken battle line to face the neat Ross battle line. Even though there was a lot of danger ahead, he still didn't turn around and run away, because that pride was not enough. Allow such behavior.

In an instant, all the riders intersected.

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"Long live! Long live victory!"

Tugel's head and his ponytail helmet were picked up with a spear, followed by wild cheers from the Ross army.

Even the Ross people, who were fighting with the main force of the Tugel tribe, cheered and chanted the slogan that the leader of Polovtsin was dead. The Polovets don't know what Tugel looks like, but they recognize what his helmet looks like.

The chieftains and warriors were the first group to run away. What's the point of fighting if the chieftains are dead? What's more, many of them had hurriedly inherited the positions of their dead fathers and were forced to fight. His father died under the command of Tugel, and he was reluctant in his heart, and now he died and ran away immediately.

When the grassroots commanders ran away, ordinary herdsmen naturally had to follow suit, and the old and weak among them had no intention of participating in the battle, but were forcibly recruited.

Looking from the sky, the Polovites are fleeing crazily, and some Ross people are trying to capture slaves, but those who do so are quickly stopped by the soldiers. The battle is not over yet, and the real master has not yet been caught. Well, what to catch, there is plenty of time to catch after the fight.

Rostislav, with his cavalry, rushed to the Khan Polovets, and now he had the sole purpose of taking the khan's head and ending the battle, and even the invasion.

It's just that before the Rostislav army rushed over, the light yellow Polovts battle flag fell under countless eyes, fell to the ground, and was trampled by countless boots and horseshoes like garbage, turning into a pile full of blood. Dirty rubbish, the meaning that once existed is gone at this moment.

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a few minutes ago.

"Hold on! Block it! The flag must never fall, stick to it to the end!"

Bruce Khan and his guards stood in front of the rout. They could not let the rout break down the great banner. That banner was related to the victory of the entire army. For this reason, even massacring the rout was necessary!
But the disintegrated soldiers didn't care so much, even facing the scimitars of the guards, they never feared, just rushed over like this, even if the guards swung the scimitars to kill them, they couldn't make them retreat.

Khan himself was on the front line, his whole body was soaked in blood, his body was covered with dirt, and what was worse was his mood. Failure was inevitable, and all he did was struggling to death.

The guards once wanted to take the Khan away from the battlefield by force, but the Khan refused them and beheaded the guards who wanted to take him away forcibly. He had to hold on for a while, and his son was still fighting with the Rus in front. Failure is inevitable Avoid, but at least he hoped his son would survive.

Khan who thought this way was suddenly knocked down by a panicked nomad, and he fell off his horse. Before he lost consciousness, what he saw was the light yellow flag falling slowly. A scene he didn't want to see, but there was nothing he could do about it.

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(End of this chapter)