On the opposite side, at the village of Lipany, on the slope of Lipská Mountain, waited an assembled Taborite-Orphan force of ten thousand foot and seven hundred horse concealed inside a wagon fort built of some four hundred and eighty armoured wagons, protected by the barrels of forty cannons. And there was Prokop the Shaved, capitaneus et director secte Thaborensium, and the preacher Little Prokop dictus Parvus. And likewise, the leaders: Jan Čapek of Sány, capitaneus secte Orphanorum, Ondřej Keřský, capitaneus de Thabor, Jíra of Řečice, Zikmund of Vranov, Jan Kolda of Zampach, Rohač of Dube and other capitanei cum aliis ipsorum complicibus.

At first, they thought to be reconciled and end the matter peacefully; nonetheless there was too much hatred and bad blood between them. Bedřich of Strážnice, who had come from Silesia and was calling for agreement, was abused and almost killed, and had to withdraw from the battlefield with his men and go on his way. But they began to fire cannons, trestle guns and other pixides at each other, making a tremendous roar and covering the whole field in smoke. And the Rožmberk knights charged at that smoke, but were repulsed and they fled. Then a great shout went up among the Tábor and the Orphans that the enemy was fleeing and that it should be pursued and finished off. They opened up the wagon fort and charged onto the battlefield together.

And that was their end. And their destruction.

“Haaaalt! Haaalt!” roared Jan Čapek of Sány. “It’s a ruse! Close up the wagons! Don’t leave the wagon fort!”

His voice was lost in the roar of battle and the booming of cannon fire, for the gunners from the Taborite wagon fort were firing ceaselessly at the retreating knights. But the Taborites and Orphans rushed onto the battlefield, yelling and brandishing flails and halberds.

“Have at theeem!”

And then missiles showered down on them. A hail of balls, shot and bolts. The Calixtines’ position was shrouded in smoke. And then the heavy cavalry rumbled out of the smoke. Charging towards the now unprotected wagons and the infantry dispersed over the battlefield.

Whoever could, fled; whoever had the fortune to flee from the swords of the knighthood reached the wagons where hejtmans, hoarse from yelling orders, were trying to close ranks and organise the defence. But it was too late for that. The Rožmberk troops feigning an escape turned back, forced their way between the deployed wagons and galloped into the wagon fort, stabbing the defenders with their lances and wiping them out in the gallop.