king of ros

Chapter 121 Planning and Preparation
"My lord, congratulations on your victory."

In the Bulgarian front, Alaire expressed his blessings to Akkad surrounded by countless soldiers, but his congratulations were very formulaic and stiff, as if he was completing a task.

Akkad's body was shrouded in steel armor, with the flag of a fire-breathing dragon fluttering above his head, and his power was no less than that of the khan in Bulgar City, as if he was the supreme king of the country of Volga.

In front of him, a detachment of Bulgarian hoplites was boarding the sandbar. These soldiers were wearing chain mail and scale armor. They were the wealthy citizens of the town, and only they could afford such armor.

On the other side of the river, the victorious Bulgars were either chasing and killing the enemy, or cheering with their weapons raised high, or scraping the enemy's corpse.

And as time went by, this rather prosperous ferry village ignited a fire, and there were screams of women and children during the period. The looting after the war was an integral part of the war, and it was all justified.

This is what the Bulgar army did along the way. They "collected" supplies again in the villages where the Ross people had collected tribute in advance. As long as they were willing to scrape, they could always scrape them out. The massacre could also restore the morale of the soldiers.

The lucky ones who survived the killing will be taken to the city of Bulgar, where merchants from all over the world will buy them-one of the important outputs of Bulgar is also slaves.

"It's nothing more than a small victory, the real battle has yet to come."

Akkad didn't take this victory seriously. He knew very well that what he defeated was just a make-up army, a temporary combination of North mercenaries and Ross farmers. If he couldn't even defeat such a combination, then he would Don't come out to lead troops, the wars that have gone through so many years will be in vain.

However, in his heart, Akkad was still excited about his victory. He walked very smoothly on this journey. The cities of Northeast Ross retreated one after another after a ritual battle with his army, and there was no surprise attack on the road.

The looting of the Ross countryside was even smoother, and a large amount of supplies and slaves were easily harvested.

And now he broke through the Volga River so easily, which he thought would be the most difficult to break through. How could this not excite him?

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"So the Bulgars have finally arrived, and their army has crossed the Volga."

In the dense forest, Rostislav received the Norse mercenaries who fled the battlefield, and learned about the battle process from his mouth.

"In other words, those towns didn't even pay attention to my order to harass... Well, it's expected."

After receiving the news that the main force of the Bulgars crossed the river, the Prince of Moscow immediately sent envoys to withdraw the garrison forces at the various crossings of the Volga River, or let them come to meet up, or let them hide on the spot and wait for the opportunity to fight.

The place where the Moscow army is stationed is the dense forest near Kashin. Such dense forests are everywhere in Northeast Russia, and they are very suitable for hiding a large number of troops.

The forest was so dense that it almost blocked the sky, and only a little sunlight penetrated under the shade of the trees, but it was enough to bring enough light, and the sunlight shone on the numerous tents.

At this moment, a large number of soldiers are resting here. They are drinking kvass in groups of three or four, or gambling and boxing. Some soldiers are practicing battlefield skills under the leadership of officers. Two tricks can save your life when it arrives.

The Polish knights were bragging with the Russian soldiers there, bragging about the battlefields and killings they had experienced, boasting of their war skills, while the Norse warriors were competing with the Hungarian riders in shooting skills. The Norse men with longbows did not Thought he would be weaker than the compound archers from the grasslands.

Rostislav's tent was located under a huge tree, and after Ling retreated from the Norse mercenaries, the prince was now standing in front of a dilapidated table that he found from nowhere.

On the table is a map that has gone through many years. It is said that Gevalan dug it out in an inconspicuous corner of the Rostov armory.

His fingers are pointing and drawing on the rough and simple map. Although the map is extremely crude, it is enough as a strategic reference. On this map, the prince thinks about how to fight against the enemy.

"Hey, since the Bulgars have eaten the sweets, I should let them suffer too."

While thinking, Rostislav made a decision. He now has a lot of elites. If he doesn't give the Bulgars an impressive surprise attack, then he will be sorry for the elites sent by so many relatives.

Polish cavalry, Hungarian heavy horse archers, and Norse warriors... This is the first time he has gathered such a large number of armored elites in his hands. It would be a waste if he didn't make good use of them.

And this is also one of the products of his spreading the news about the silver mine. If he didn't spread the news to let relatives participate, where would he find so many elites.

But it's a pity that the matter of the silver mine was messed up in the end. Fortunately, the arrival of the Bulgars allowed him to find a way to write off the account. Otherwise, it would be too difficult for such a large army to send it away peacefully.

But now he needs more information, the most important thing in war is information.

"Gevalan, you have fought for so many years, do you know this Akkad?"

Subconsciously, the prince asked the captain of the personal army who had experienced many battles. When it comes to war, this captain can always give him the answer he wants.

"Akkad, I've heard his disappointment from the merchants. I know that he was powerful at the time. It is said that he was no less than Khan in Bulgar. His usual style is known for his publicity, but that's all I know. I really don't know much about his fighting style."

As always, Govalane explained everything he knew in his quick and concise words, and his whole person was still serious and serious.

"If you don't understand, let's make a surprise attack like this. War is full of uncertainty."

After knocking on the map, the prince set the tone for the strategy. War is a gamble, and it is meaningless to pursue everything under control.

Stepping out of the tent, the Prince of Muscovy saw his great army, where his warriors were now assembled.

The prince saw the local farmers telling his adjutant about the nearby terrain, saw the peasants carrying supplies under the whip, and saw the soldiers lined up neatly...

Seeing the activities of countless soldiers, Rostislav couldn't help becoming nervous. This was the first time he led an army independently to face an opponent stronger than him.

Rostislav was very nervous, very nervous. The total strength of the Bulgars was more than twice his. When had the prince of Moscow faced such a powerful opponent.

After all, although he has a complete plan in his mind, which makes him feel that he has a great chance of winning, what he is facing now is a war after all, an unpredictable war.

Maybe there will be no battlefield tomorrow, so there is no point in that, so the tension is like a dark cloud, which will not dissipate for a long time.

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(End of this chapter)