"Everyone else, follow me!"
Rostislav waved his hand, signaling everyone to follow. His cavalry, who obeyed him, naturally followed close behind.
On the other side, Siczech, who commanded another group of people, said the same words, and his cavalry naturally followed him.
Everyone looked solemn, for they all knew that they were about to undertake an action that would decide the entire battle.
The crowd was not nervous; they were all battle-hardened veterans who had experienced such scenes countless times and could face them calmly.
"Push the pagans back!"
The frontline officers roared, and as the command spread, the soldiers who had torn open the gap understood its intent. They were veterans; wasn't it obvious what the higher-ups wanted to do?
They directly pushed forward with their shields, and the pagans could only retreat in disarray under this fierce impact.
With this retreat, the torn gap suddenly widened, and the Christian warriors scattered to both sides like Moses parting the sea.
Thus, a passage wide enough for many cavalrymen was opened.
Originally, if a few more minutes had passed, this gap would have been blocked by the hastily arriving pagans, but this time was different, as a large number of Christian iron cavalry rolled through.
A huge horn sounded in the air. This horn had been blown on countless battlefields, inspiring countless hearts and morale, and now it continued to encourage people to advance.
Countless cavalrymen crossed this long-awaited gap, and the heavy cavalry rolled through.
The pagans who came to support suddenly found columns of iron cavalry appearing before them. This was truly a "surprise," and before they could react, they were crushed under the horses' hooves.
The heavy cavalry slaughtered like hungry wolves entering a flock of sheep, causing the units to scatter like birds and beasts in an instant, and the sacred totems and banners fell into the mud.
The reason for this was not that these believers were not fanatical; as a reserve force preserved until this moment, they were undoubtedly devout individuals, but the impact of the heavy cavalry was simply too devastating.
When comrades were impaled, their bodies severed by swords propelled by horse power, and trampled underfoot by tall horses, how many people still had the courage to resist?
And for the pagan commander, this was a scene they had not anticipated at all. The Christians had managed to turn the tide using such a small gap.
Moreover, as the cavalry rolled over, the widening of the gap became inevitable, and small groups of pagans had already begun to flee.
The heavy cavalry thrust their long spears like Saint George, and the pagans were as powerless as the dying dragon facing it all.
"Stop them! Stop them!"
As Yanos roared, his personal guards immediately stepped up. These guards were also fully armored, monstrously skilled in battle formations, and fearless of death.
Therefore, they showed no fear towards the "Saint Georges" who slaughtered like demons before them, directly engaging in a "passionate" collision with the Christians, which was followed by various scenes of people and horses falling, and then both sides began a fierce struggle.
As always, Rostislav fought on the front lines with his sword, and Jan, his close comrade, supported him. These two intimate comrades cooperated flawlessly; anyone before them faced only death.
It was just that, like those believers, these personal guards were too fearless of death, and they were even more insane. These guys would rather fight to the death, even with the pain of swords lodged in their bodies.
Moreover, these people were already experienced warriors; they knew better than anyone how to drag people to their deaths, and the Christian casualties quickly mounted.
Arrows flew constantly in the air, falling from the sky, then greedily tearing at flesh and blood. The earth was stained red with countless crimson, and death accompanied everyone.
However, the battle situation was now clear; the pagan defense line was becoming increasingly distorted, which was in fact a prelude to collapse.
The panic and fear on the faces of the pagan leaders, who had originally been confident of victory, grew more intense, for defeat was approaching them.
"Lord Yanos, let's retreat quickly! Blow the horn to signal everyone to withdraw. The enemy is getting closer and closer; if this continues, we will die!"
Although the pagan personal guards fought valiantly, their numbers were ultimately too few to stop the hundreds of bravely advancing Christian iron cavalry. The Christians were getting closer and closer to them.
Now the battlefield was becoming more and more chaotic. With the breakthrough in the center, both flanks were also threatened with encirclement. Clearly, the situation could no longer be reversed; defeat was only a matter of time.
And Yanos's face no longer held its previous leisure and casualness; there was only immense panic. This was the first time the enemy's swords had come so close to him. At this point, he could no longer remain calm and composed.
"Yes, my life cannot be lost here. I cannot die yet."
Watching the Christian banners approach, Yanos spoke hurriedly, and his words would be hard for the believers who worshipped him daily to believe. Would that chosen one say such a thing?
As for Yanos, as long as he was alive, there would be an opportunity to counterattack. If he died, there would be nothing.
Yanos knew the chaos after his father's death, and he would not let that situation happen.
As for being called a coward, then a coward he would be. Nothing was more important than the future.
"If that's the case, then blow the horn for retreat. This battle ends here today!"
As the pagan leader spoke, he turned his horse around, which somewhat stunned those around him. They had originally thought he would go through the motions of refusing three times, but this lord was so decisive.
After a slight sigh inwardly, they too spurred their horses to follow their leader and escape. The last person blew the specially made horn in his hand.
As the horn emitted its low sound, the pagans on the battlefield were generally stunned. Many pagans even wondered if there was something wrong with their ears; how could this be at this moment?
But the horn continued to sound in their ears, reminding them that this was not an illusion, but reality. Then they looked behind them and found that their leaders had indeed disappeared.
So the meaning represented by the horn was real: the leaders were ordering a retreat, and the battle had been lost.
The mountain people were the first to break. These people of the mountains had long wanted to run. Now, those who received the order immediately threw down their weapons and fled without looking back.
And after them, many believers who had been incredibly steadfast on the battle line now also fled. Even the one favored by the gods had run, so why should they not run? Should they stay and wait for death?
However, there were still many stubborn individuals who persisted, their hearts filled with the obsession to die for their gods, fighting against the Christian army.
This was also why, even though the pagan army showed signs of collapse on the battlefield, the Christians still could not fully unleash their slaughter.
The Nomads were the last to leave. Although they were the last to leave, they ran faster than everyone else, as they each had a horse.
As for Rostislav's side, after a difficult struggle, they finally broke through the pagan personal guards' defenses.
These pagans were very troublesome; although few in number, they managed to delay them for so long, but the Christians were ultimately the victors.
However, after Rostislav broke through, he suddenly realized that the pagan leader and the commanders of these various pagan groups had already fled.
Only an empty space and a lonely banner were left. The banner bore the istvan emblem that Rostislav had seen before.
The Moscow Prince angrily cut down the flagpole. The banner fell limply from the sky to the ground, then was trampled by the hooves of the Christian cavalry.
Instinctively, Rostislav wanted to pursue, but at this moment, the Moscow Prince suddenly noticed that the Polish Noble Siczech gave him a look.
This made Rostislav instinctively stop his actions. He thought Siczech was about to say something, and then the Polish Noble, under his gaze, ordered his troops to contract and not pursue.
At first, Rostislav was somewhat confused. Why not pursue? Wasn't now exactly the time to pursue?
But very quickly, under Siczech's suggestive gaze, he also understood the key point, and then issued the same order amidst his subordinates' confusion.
Although they were both Christians, was there any need for them to solve problems for King Béla of Hungary?
This should be something King Béla of Hungary should resolve himself.