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.
When it was over, the Serbs had captured four cannons, thousands of rifles, and the Pasha's own war tent. The victory at Mišar was not just a battle; it was a miracle. Against all logic, the Serbian irregulars had destroyed a professional Ottoman army. boj na misaru prepricano
Lazarević didn't stop to form a line. He slammed into the Ottoman flank like a thunderbolt. The Ottoman formation shattered. Suleiman Pasha watched his elite army dissolve into a mob. The retreat became a slaughter. The Serbs chased the fleeing Ottomans all the way back to the Drina River. Thousands drowned trying to swim to safety. The Ottoman camp, filled with supplies, gunpowder, and treasure, fell into Karađorđe's hands. He charged down the hill, straight into the Ottoman cavalry
Seeing his lines waver, Karađorđe did something insane. He grabbed a heavy club (a buljubaša ), mounted his horse, and shouted: The horsemen, expecting to ride down frightened peasants,