When more than 1,300 Cossack Cavalry appeared at the rear flank of the Persian Holy War Knights with piercing whistles, the outcome of the battle was already decided. The Persian Heavy Cavalry, having just gone through two all-out charges, were exhausted in both man and horse. Caught by surprise, they offered almost no resistance before being split into several groups, each fleeing for its life.
By the following afternoon, the Persian troops trapped on the north side of Kertsis Hill, having lost command and been heavily surrounded, finally began to surrender.
Agha Mohammad had ordered his main force to retreat at dawn.
That night, the entire city of Tbilisi erupted in celebration, rejoicing that they had repelled the brutal Persians alongside the Tsar's army.
They truly should celebrate. In history, Tbilisi had already fallen at this point. Agha Mohammad had slaughtered every adult male, gouged out their eyes, and arranged them in a pyramid outside the city.
But now, they were the victors.
At a banquet in the Georgian royal palace, Gudovich raised a cry of "Long live His Majesty the Tsar!" before abruptly shouting, "Thanks to our eternal friend—France!"
Meanwhile, in the temporary camp of the Persian Army, which had retreated south to Ganja, two officers carried bloody trays and bowed to Agha Mohammad. "Great Shah, the execution has been completed."
The latter glanced at the two eyeballs on the trays and waved for them to leave.
They were Bozorg's eyes. Though he was one of Agha Mohammad's bravest generals, he had failed to break through the Russian Army's defenses—and had returned alive.
Then he had to face military law.
Agha Mohammad looked toward the Turkic Cavalry commander beside him. "Have you figured out the Russians' situation?"
"Not yet, Your Majesty..." The officer wiped away cold sweat and hurriedly