king of ros

Chapter 53 Fighting
According to the experience accumulated in training and actual combat, the prince's cavalry lined up in a neat formation under the password. The whole process was very natural, and the beauty of order was still pleasing to the eye.

The Russian cavalry pulled out three lines of battle, all of them were skilled archers and horsemen, and they never forgot to set their bows and shoot arrows, and the same was true for the Polovts on the opposite side. The way, naturally will not be afraid here.

All of a sudden, arrows came and went in the air, and there were screams and screams under the arrows.

The way of bowing horses is a specialty of the tent people, but they are dragged down by their own weak protection. Compared with the per capita iron armor of the Ross horse team, all they can rely on is a piece of fur.

The Polovites kept screaming and falling off their horses, while the Ross riders were still fighting vigorously even though they had a lot of arrows attached to their bodies. After all, those arrows were really nothing to Iron Armor. Unlucky, he could only fall off his horse. If he was lucky, he would only have a big fall. If he was unlucky, he would be trampled by his comrades' horses. Fortunately, there were only a few such unlucky people, otherwise the prince's heart would not be able to bear it.

Rostislav bent his bow and set an arrow, and shot down the leader of the Polovian formation. The silver iron face was directly pierced by the prince's armor-piercing arrow, but then another leader took over the command, and Ross The chaos the prince had hoped for did not come.

The prince did not continue to shoot, because he had already entered the charging distance. He put the bow on the saddle, drew out the hanging spear and leveled it, and aimed at the shepherd's line. enemy.

Seeing this, the Polovites on the opposite side were not afraid. They either drew their scimitars or set up their spears and charged forward.Although the formation is messy, the ruthlessness cannot be ignored.

This surprised Rostislav. After so many encounters, the nomadic cavalry was basically defeated in the face of the cavalry attack. They couldn't even gather together to resist for a while, but the Polovets in front of them actually summoned up their courage and fought against the cavalry. They hedge.

"Keep the formation! This time it seems that we are going to have a real riding battle!"

Rostislav roared loudly, the most basic quality a battlefield commander should have. He also raised his spear and waved it several times, which was to signal his followers to pay more attention. The cavalry archers are scattered.

The two teams of cavalry approached quickly like this, and the riders on both sides were under tremendous pressure. After all, nothing tested the rider's psychology more than cavalry hedging. Those who are good at war have fear.

This has nothing to do with whether they are elite or not, it is purely a psychological test, and anyone who is not experienced in this kind of shock cavalry battle will be afraid.

Rostislav himself looked at the opponent's battle line and felt the pressure was huge. There was no point in the battle. Even in his capacity, he might not be involved in it, but he couldn't back down. If he backed down here, how could he use his sword to win? better future.

Facing the impact, the Prince’s battle-hardened horse team inevitably began to waver. Some new recruits wanted to turn their horses’ heads away from the enemy’s battle due to cowardice. The pressure to hedge against the enemy’s group was too great, and it was too frightening .

But the crossing spears stopped them. They were the war supervisors arranged by Rostislav. They held three-meter-long spears and wandered on both sides of the formation, in order to drive the fearful cavalry back to the formation.

Under the scolding of the war supervisor and the whipping of spears, the army formation was maintained, but the formation was more uneven than in the past, but at least the formation was still there.

The situation of the nomadic cavalry on the opposite side was much worse than that of the Ross people. They had no one to maintain the queue and supervise the deserters.Although at the beginning they bravely chose to confront the Ross directly, but under the pressure of the neat formation of the Ross, more and more nomadic cavalry left the formation, and the battle formation of the nomadic army became more and more sparse.

The Polovets did not expect that the opponent would be so desperate. In their opinion, when they, the khans, directly took the offensive posture, the cavalry supported by the farmers would definitely be defeated automatically, and then they would harvest the enemy's sparse front line, easily Defeat them, but now, the form is completely reversed.

As they got closer and closer, the pressure on both sides reached the extreme. Ross's battle line had become tattered in the constant rectification and scolding, and it was no longer as neat as it used to be. However, the nomad's battle line had completely become a sparse line. short-term.

Rostislav noticed that the equipment of the enemy in front of him was much better than what he usually saw. At least a few pieces of leather were added to the fur clothing. Presumably these people's combat power is not bad, maybe this is their confidence to dare to attack. , but unfortunately they met his team.

Countless cavalry passed by in this way, and two cavalry galloping at the fastest speed collided.

Screams, battle cries, and the collision of horses and swords resounded through the sky and the earth in an instant. The riders kept falling off their horses, and then they were trampled by the hooves of the horses. Blood and broken limbs kept flying out, and death could be seen everywhere.

Rostislav's spear pierced through the nomad's head, which was narrowed due to the rapid impact, and the iron helmet couldn't block the powerful blow at all.Watching the shepherd fall from his horse behind him, the prince stabbed the enemy with his scimitar on his spear, and knocked him off his horse.

The prince looked around, and he was glad that no one fell around him. The dead were basically Polovets. The battle lines and armor of the Rus protected them from death, and at most there were only wounded.

There is no doubt that the nomadic army suffered a massacre, and their battle lines were severely broken. Although Ross's battle lines were not neat, they were large and powerful, and they were full of fighting spirit and strong armor. There are too many subhumans.

Each nomad rider basically faced the siege of more than three Ross riders. The spears stabbed the shepherds into sieves, and the unlucky ones were directly cut into human sticks by swords.

The shepherd's battle line was completely crushed, their bodies lay on the ground, and the Ross side had no losses at all except for the most unlucky one that directly collided with the enemy rider.

Rostislav made a rough inventory of the battlefield, and there were about 20 Polovite riders who were cut off from their horses. Others fled straight away watching this scene, and their battle lines were directly smashed. Is there any possibility of resistance?

So they ran away without looking back. As for the Khan's horses, no one cared about them. Anyway, there are so many teams transporting horses, and they are not bad.

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(End of this chapter)