The frightened oxen, bellowing with fear, dashed into the camp, breaking the line of waggons and trampling on many.

But Taras, emerging from ambush at the moment with his troops, headed off the infuriated cattle, which, startled by his yell, swooped down upon the Polish troops, overthrew the cavalry, and crushed and dispersed them all.
"Thank you, oxen!" cried the Zaporozhtzi; "you served us on the march, and now you serve us in war." And they attacked the foe with fresh vigour killing many of the enemy.

Several distinguished themselves--Metelitza and Schilo, both of the Pisarenki, Vovtuzenko, and many others.

The Lyakhs seeing that matters were going badly for them flung away their banners and shouted for the city gates to be opened.
With a screeching sound the iron-bound gates swung open and received the weary and dust-covered riders, flocking like sheep into a fold.

Many of the Zaporozhtzi would have pursued them, but Ostap stopped his Oumantzi, saying, "Farther, farther from the walls, brother gentles! it is not well to approach them too closely." He spoke truly; for from the ramparts the foe rained and poured down everything which came to hand, and many were struck.