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He charged down the hill, straight into the Ottoman cavalry. His bodyguards followed. The shock was psychological. The horsemen, expecting to ride down frightened peasants, suddenly faced a roaring counter-attack led by a giant of a man. The horses swerved. The charge broke. For five hours, the battle raged hand-to-hand. Men fought with bare fists, knives, and rifle butts. The wounded on both sides lay in the ditches, screaming for water.

This was the critical moment. The Serbs had almost no cavalry to counter them. boj na misaru prepricano

Mišar was Serbia’s Marathon. A victory of the free against the tyrant, of the few against the many. And it echoes still. He charged down the hill, straight into the Ottoman cavalry

The Serbs, hidden behind their wooden barricades, waited. They were mostly untrained. Many were local peasants who had never held a rifle before that summer. But they had one advantage: they were fighting for their homes, their churches, and their children. The horsemen, expecting to ride down frightened peasants,

Seeing his lines waver, Karađorđe did something insane. He grabbed a heavy club (a buljubaša ), mounted his horse, and shouted: