king of ros

Chapter 229
The identities of these heavy cavalry were those whom Rostislav had ordered to wait, and now was the time for them to go into battle.

These Magyars and Germans have a very strong fighting spirit. After watching Rostislav's performance in battle, they are all eager to show their abilities and express themselves on the battlefield.

After all, as a warrior, it is a great honor to show martial arts in front of the army, how can the Ross people take the lead.

Facing these menacing heavy cavalry, it is self-evident what will happen to the nomadic cavalry after downsizing and overall suppression of momentum.

The cavalry on Rostislav's side was as sharp as a hot knife pierced into cheese. The nomads' battle line was shattered at that moment, and the next thing was naturally a hearty slaughter.

The scene in front of me is like a huge wave hitting the dam. It failed to break through the dam, but instead smashed itself into pieces and turned into waves, and then disappeared into the air, passing away without meaning.

Swords and spears easily killed nomads one after another, but their weapons had difficulty breaking through the armor of the enemy.

So the battle didn't last long, and the nomads collapsed. They were not experts in battle, so they could only collapse in the face of such a blow.

Unowned horses were scattered on the battlefield. The saddles and horses were stained with blood. As for the horses, there were corpses and blood. The dead under the sword showed the martial arts of the winner.

While everyone was cheering and planning to continue the pursuit, Rostislav stopped those men who were planning to pursue and stopped their actions.

Now is not the time to pursue them. They only defeated some of the enemy's cavalry, and the main force of the enemy is still huge and full of fighting spirit. Those fanatical believers will not be shaken by this small failure.

The infantry in the rear had already lined up, and they cheered Rostislav's name. Nothing could inspire the crowd more than martial arts, and the morale that had been slightly low due to the chaos was restored at this moment.

Rostislav's side was full of cheers, while Janos' side was gloomy.

Looking at these retreating nomadic cavalry, Janos' face was extremely ugly. It was really unacceptable that so many nomads were defeated by enemies who were far fewer in number than them.

But things have happened, no matter how unwilling to accept it, you have to accept it in the end.

And Yanos noticed something bad, that is, his subordinates have been shaken to a certain extent.

Naturally, the nomads returning from defeat need not say much, but those mountain people became active, looking around with their heads everywhere, Janos knew that these guys were preparing to run away.

The mountain people are like this, they will come up to them when they smell blood, but if they find that they can't taste the blood and have to be beaten instead, they start to use their brains.

After all, war is just a business for them. If the business is going to lose money, they will naturally flee immediately.

Fortunately, these guys are just using their brains. As for running away on the battlefield or something, the battle situation has not yet developed to that form.

The will of the believers is still firm, their hearts are still full of fearlessness to die for the gods, and those failures have not had much impact on them.

Looking at this reassured Janos that in the end, he could rely on his own people.

After observing and judging the situation, Janos decided to advance with the whole army. In any case, he has an advantage in strength, which is enough for him to crush all enemies who block him.

So the melodious horn sounded again, and the pagan army also started to advance under the sound of the horn, and the scene was like the sea spreading over.

And the pagans also shouted the ancient battle horn of the Magyars, which made the battlefield feel like returning to hundreds of years ago. Rostislav even had an illusion that he was facing the wave of the pagan army in the pagan era. , but none of the brave warriors facing this wave is afraid.

Compared with the [-] pagan army, Rostislav's total strength is only barely [-].

However, although it is twice as small as the opposite side, the advantage of Rostislav's side is still very obvious, that is, most of them are elites, real elites, and the essence of all countries. Exploitation and plunder and support.

Now these elites who have experienced many battles have formed a solid shield wall. They calmly look at the oncoming enemy, while the cavalry hides behind them, always waiting for orders to support the front line or to turn around.

For the Rostislav side, the army in front of them was quite a "novelty". It was not surprising that some people were still wearing armor that was hundreds of years old. At least they could still fight.

But those almost naked believers really made the soldiers laugh happily. Are these guys asking them to chop on them with their shirts off?And it's a big winter now, it's really ridiculous.

Yanos's army is a mixed bag. It can be said that there are believers who worship all kinds of gods. Of course, there are some strange people who believe in naked clothes, and now they see this group of people.

These laughter angered these believers, they would not allow the gods they believed in to be insulted like this, so they rushed out of the front line and rushed to Rostislav's side with their messy weapons.

Of course, there would be no hesitation towards these naked Ross men. The archers and crossbowmen directly greeted them with a round of arrows, which made them fall down, but this did not affect their morale, and they still charged forward stubbornly.

When they rushed within the range of the javelins, many javelins were fired at this moment. The power of the javelins was beyond Rostislav's imagination. Many people's shields were directly shot through. How strong are these people's arms? .

Then their swords slashed on the shield wall. These guys fought with them in a desperate way. Even if they were poked all over their bodies, they still had to take away a few enemies.

Facing such a fierce assault, the recruits would inevitably be in a hurry, and the enemy would even seize the opportunity to break through the front line, but here are some battle-tested soldiers, who have honed their skills on the battlefield.

According to the experience summed up with blood, they firmly set up their shields, blocked round after round of attacks, and then seized the gap between the enemy's attacks to kill the enemy.

This is the style of the old warriors, steady and fast, which is why this violent attack failed to shake the shield wall at all.

It wasn't the first time for the veterans in the shield wall to face the powerful barbarians. They had experience in dealing with these desperate guys.

"These guys are really strong, Edward, do you know where they are from?"

Seeing those naked men fighting desperately, the prince of Moscow couldn't help being curious about their origins.

"I've heard of them. They seem to be monks who believe in a certain Magyar god. They are a hermit religious order that usually lives in the deep mountains. I didn't expect Janos to call out all the hard bones in these mountains. See The pagan Chosen One's influence no longer goes down to his father."

Edward's face was also tense at the moment, and the prestige shown by Janos at the moment really made him a little scared.

Although he has not personally experienced the suppression of the chaos in Hungary decades ago, he has read those books and heard the descriptions of those who witnessed it, and the prestige of Janos now seems to be similar to that of his father decades ago. The same as what I learned.

While the two were talking, the pagan army also arrived. Because of the unauthorized actions of those fanatical naked men, they had to speed up the delivery to provide support.

They pressed down with a more lenient battle line than Rostislav's side, and now even the possibility of turning around was cut off.

Moreover, Rostislav is unwilling to use his heavy cavalry to hit the shield wall of the heretics. It is impossible. How can the lives of the elite be exchanged for the lives of those rubbish? No matter how superior the exchange ratio is, it will not work.

And with their arrival, the cruel and long shield wall battle will also begin, and the struggle between pagans and Christians will once again begin on this land.

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(End of this chapter)