It was as if all the forces of the Russian Land were guarding him. And the Horde had no choice but to exchange a hundred of their warriors for one Russian knight, again and again storming the walls of Kozelsk, which they nicknamed the Evil City for the steadfastness of its defenders. Maybe they should have avoided him, but now the Horde could not leave without covering themselves with shame. And blood flowed, and man-made lightning flew from the walls of the fortress, and heroes, monsters and people came together in battle, fighting in a way that mortals are not capable of fighting. And the time for the battle was running out. And the time of glory came.