Vladimir, the brother of Dmitri, led the charge.

The Mogols, surprised, confounded, overwhelmed and utterly routed, in the wildest confusion, and with outcries which rent the heavens, turned and fled.

"The God of the Christians has conquered," exclaimed the Tartar chief, gnashing his teeth in despair.

The Tartars were hewed down by saber strokes from unexhausted arms, and trampled beneath the hoofs of the war horse.

The entire camp of the horde, with immense booty of tents, chariots, horses, camels, cattle and precious commodities of every kind, fell into the hands of the captors.
The valorous prince Vladimir, the hero of the day, returned to the field of battle, which his cavalry had swept like a tornado, and planting his banner upon a mound, with signal trumpets, summoned the whole victorious host to rally around it.