As the pagan army's left flank fell into encirclement, Yanos's expression turned grim, for at this moment the fate of these troops was sealed—destruction.
"What is going on? Wasn't someone supposed to block the Christians over there? Why are they still killing their way through? What are those people doing? How can they be so useless that they can't even provide a deterrent?"
Yanos's words were full of anger and incomprehension; everything shouldn't have developed this way; why was nothing going according to the predetermined plan?
Facing the leader's wrath, no one dared to utter a word, only bowing their heads in silence.
They were all afraid of enraging the leader, as they had all witnessed his cruel methods before.
Especially the chieftains responsible for the blockade, they were now trembling, fearing that they would be dragged out and executed at any moment, but Yanos had no interest in dealing with them now.
In fact, Yanos was also quite unlucky; under the deterrence of the Nomads he sent out, the Polish and Hungary allied forces should have remained motionless, hiding behind the wooden walls, waiting for news of their monarchs being captured or killed.
But Siczech successfully broke through the encirclement, and this Polish Noble gave the people in the camp a backbone, and then going out to fight naturally became the only cry.
Seeing that no one spoke, Yanos also knew that venting his anger here was meaningless; the key was the current battle situation.
The pagan leader looked at the battlefield, only to see that the left flank was on the verge of collapse under the pincer attack; the mountain people had already begun to throw down their weapons and flee, and the Christians intentionally indulged the mountain people's escape, which caused the rout to continuously spread.
The number of the pagan army there was originally much greater than the shield wall opposite them, but the enemies attacking from the rear offset this advantage.
Moreover, these attackers were the elite of the Christians; they could easily defeat the pagans in a direct confrontation, let alone face-to-face combat.
Furthermore, the Christians in front of the pagans were by no means weak; seeing friendly forces attacking from the rear, they naturally increased their efforts.
Under this series of operations, the pagans' left flank finally collapsed; many threw down their weapons and the gods they believed in, fleeing for their lives.
Those who were still holding on were mostly the most fanatical believers, who clustered around the totems and banners representing their gods, fighting to the death.
However, their numbers were not many, not enough to cover the battle line, nor could they prevent the two armies from converging.
But there was not much excitement or celebration when these two Christian armies converged; both sides just nodded silently to each other, and then continued to fight side by side.
"Send out more believers, tell Usler to have his people fill the gap on the left flank; the battle line must be maintained; we cannot give the Christians an opportunity to break through."
The advantage of Yanos having many reserves was now evident; at his command, more believers of the gods rushed out of the ranks.
They were full of energy and fighting spirit, looking forward to a slaughter, hoping to honor their gods with blood.
As these people surged forward, the gap was also plugged, and the battle line, which had once wavered, now returned to calm; both sides continued to fight on the battle line.
On Rostislav's side, the connection between the two armies had been established with the fluctuations of the battle line; they had effectively completed their rendezvous, and Siczech, who was commanding this army, had now ridden his horse to Rostislav and the others.
It was the first time the Moscow Prince seriously looked at this powerful figure in Poland; he saw that the Noble's chainmail was already covered in blood, and there were several small dents on his helmet, a true image of a battle-hardened Noble; it seemed that this Lord Noble had just been fighting on the front lines.
"Lord Rostislav, I didn't expect us to meet so soon."
Although Siczech had been fighting on the battlefield for a while, he was now neither red-faced nor out of breath, looking as if nothing had happened; it seemed that fighting in battle was never unfamiliar to him.
"Lord Siczech, indeed, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon. Why have you made the decision now that we were unwilling to make at the city gates?"
There was a hint of a barb in Rostislav's words, and the reason for the barb was simple: the Moscow Prince's invitation had been rejected by this person at the time.
Although Rostislav would not go so far as to make trouble over such a matter, he was inherently somewhat displeased, and such displeasure would inadvertently manifest itself.
"The situation developed too quickly, leaving me no room to consider any impropriety."
Siczech's words were direct, and Rostislav had only mentioned it casually, not intending to blame anything, so the two sides then began discussing the battle situation.
"Lord Rostislav, I hope you immediately launch a flank attack on the pagans, drawing out the cavalry in the pagans' hands. Our advantage has now expanded, and we need to further expand this advantage, consuming the pagans' reserves to create an opportunity for the final decisive blow."
Rostislav fully agreed with this plan, because it was exactly his idea.
"Edward, please have your men go to the right flank, and also tell the trumpeter to immediately blow the horn, so that those on the battle line do not hold back, put all their strength into it, kill, kill desperately, make the pagans feel the pain!"
Rostislav's order was immediately carried out; Edward immediately set out with his subordinates.
However, the Moscow Prince noticed a small interlude: Edward looked at Siczech with a hateful gaze, and Siczech returned the gaze without fear.
This made the Moscow Prince recall that these two could be considered rivals; their confrontations during this period must have been numerous, and it seemed Edward must have had some comrades die at the hands of the Polish Noble.
Rostislav rarely felt indifferent about these things; this era was like that, Nobles fighting each other, and hatred continuously being transmitted and brewing, which was very normal.
And on the front of the battle line, the horn signifying the order for a full assault was blown, and the pagan army suddenly discovered that the Christian shield wall, which they had thought they could contend with, began to change.
In fact, the fighting on the shield wall side, after the initial fierce engagement, turned into a mutual pushing between shields, which was a tacit understanding they had reached.
The mountain people on the pagan army's side were forcibly pushed to the front line; they were unwilling to fight too much or too desperately, only enduring the coercion of Yanos to hold their ground here; if they could slack off, they naturally would.
As for Rostislav's shield wall, most were veteran soldiers who had endured many battles; these soldiers understood when to fight desperately and when to conserve energy.
For example, during this current stalemate, it was time to rest and prepare for the true struggle, and they had to find every way to conserve their physical strength.
But now it was different; under that horn, the shield wall began to move forward in unison, which caught the slacking mountain people off guard; for a moment, there weren't even a few people to organize a defense, and they were simply pushed along.
As for those who moved too slowly, they were directly pierced by a spear and killed; their bodies were trampled by the Christians.
Moreover, with the horn, the Christians unleashed wave after wave of arrows onto the rear of the pagans; many pagans fell to the ground under this barrage, and even in the reserves, many were hit by arrows and wounded, groaning in pain.
Those believers were steadfast, but their numbers were too small to turn the tide of the battle; they could only watch the battle unfold, watching the battle line being continuously pushed towards their side.
Naturally, there were reckless individuals who used their bodies and lives to block the advance of the Christians, but now it was more about the confrontation between entire units, and the performance of a few individuals was meaningless.
However, on Rostislav's side, there were those who advanced quickly and those who advanced slowly, and in the pagan army, there were certainly those who resisted desperately; thus, the battle line immediately became crooked and twisted.
And this provided an opportunity for surprise attacks; many officers on Rostislav's side seized the opportunity; they organized powerful assault teams, directly charging into the rear of the salient, relying on their thick armor to block the path, and then the trapped pagans could only watch themselves being slaughtered.
Thus, for a time, good news kept coming from across the entire battle line; these Christian elites, based on their countless experiences, cut, surrounded, and finally annihilated the pagans' salients.