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1389 A.D. Kosovo

Czar gave the order to attack. His knights started to go through their soldier's line,got in front and with terrible ferocity they continued the slaughter. Fighting by their master's side while protecting his flanks,knights were performing miracles of heroism.
Sun has already passed the larger part of it's journey across the heavens. Yellow dust was floating over the battlefield. Everywhere,you could smell the sweat and stench of human and animal carcasses. It seemed that the warriors of two armies decided to die,every last one of them. They fought with spears,swords and axes,they were stabbing each other with knives. Because of the immense noise that was made by shattered shields and armors,by wounded soldiers,by retreating and getting back to fight,by half crazy men and horses,even the veteran warriors of both sides whose hair turned grey and who lost their teeth in combats,were horrified.
Czar lost another horse. And even though his knights got him new one,strong one,the rumor that dragon Lazar died was spreading across the battlefield. Serbian warriors were shaken.

I am still fighting,but the battle takes me away from Lazar and his guards. Turks are all around me,so many of them. They attack with no more fear. The dragon on my armor does not frighten them any more. But I am still able to fight them off. My horse is restless,it kicks enemy soldiers,breaking their arms,legs,spines.. It even bites with such hatred. It's power flows through me,and I feel unstoppable. My sword is like a painting brush,but only color that I use is red!
Through that chaos,one giant Turk on a horse was approaching me,slowly. Like there was no battle and death all around us. His troops were pulling away,clearing space. He is probably one of their commanders,their champion. So,Turks have dragons of their own!
The Turk comes to me,with his curved saber raised above his head and his shield covering his flank. He is covered in blood,and I see madness in his eyes. Suddenly,he strikes. I am barely able to pull back,and he misses. Then,he strikes again,and again...
He was flying around me with such speed,and he managed to cut my arm. And for the first time in battle,I saw my own blood. But now,Turk became reckless,arrogant... He wanted to finish the fight. He made a terrible mistake;moving his shield while trying to generate more power for his final strike,and leaving his left flank unguarded. I saw my chance. And I took it. I stabbed him in his heart!
Turk screamed and fell of his horse,with my sword still in his chest. His weight pulled me to the ground,too. I didn't wanna lose my sword,I was still holding it. I tried to stand up as fast as I could,so I wouldn't become an easy target. But it didn't matter any more. Turkish warriors were retreating. They were frightened. Their dragon was dead!

A handful of Turkish soldiers,that survived the destruction of their entire left flank,was falling back,as well as fighters from the center. So it happened that Obilic,Kosancic and Toplica who led Serbian right flank,with their men,got near the Sultan Murat.
But,Beyazit Yildirim concentrated his fresh troops on that side of the field. Serbs were tired,but they had to gather the strength for the last push. Once again,iron wall of Serbian cavalry was rushing,at full speed,into battle!


To be continued...