king of ros

Chapter 124
The forest reverberated, with the crackling of broken spears, the sound of clashing swords, and the shouts of "In the name of the Lord!" and "Allah is supreme!"

People cursed loudly, or begged for their lives, or escaped death, or doomed, some survived, some died.

"Fire arrows!"

The archers hiding among the trees released their arrows, and the rain of arrows mercilessly hit the heads of the Bulgar soldiers who still maintained their fighting spirit, and under the rain of arrows, there were pieces of mourning.

Rostislav's surprise attack is still spreading in the Bulgar army. We must take advantage of this slow monster before it reacts and give him enough casualties!

Beside the prince, the Bulgar soldiers were fleeing frantically, but as time passed, as troops with still organized and combat power entered the battlefield, more and more brave resisters, and the balance of the battle began to change slightly .

It's just that the blood and fire on the battlefield and the surge of hormones that came with the victory and fighting made the prince inevitably get overwhelmed, caught in the frenzy of the battlefield, and failed to notice these subtle and slow changes.

On the chaotic battlefield, the prince's personal attendants still faithfully followed behind the prince, and together with the prince crushed the enemies who blocked them on the road.

Rostislav swung his long sword with his horsepower, and slashed at the Bulgars. Bulgar raised his hatchet in vain to try to block the falling sword, but to no avail. The long sword cut straight into the head under the hood. .

The war horse screamed and raised its front hooves, kicking a Bulgarian who was rushing forward with a scimitar in the chest. The chain armor on the man's body could not protect him from the impact, and he was kicked directly to the ground. The man struggled After a few clicks, it stopped moving.

"Quick! Quick! Everyone follow me, don't disperse!"

Pulling back his sharp sword, Rostislav yelled to his followers, although he had been ruled by hormones in his brain, he still remembered that it was necessary to gather troops, and once scattered would mean death.

But as soon as the words fell, a spear pierced the prince's shield from the side, and Rostislav immediately stabbed the spearman in the face, and the spearman in armor covered his bloody face and fell down in pain.

Just when the spearman fell, the entourage came late. With Rostislav at the center, they rode their horses to drive away the surrounding enemies.

A Hungarian horse ran past them, and the owner of the horse fell down on the horse, with an arrow stuck in his back, apparently dead.

Suddenly, a rain of arrows came from nowhere, and they treated everyone equally. They either bounced off the armor, or found exposed flesh and pierced fiercely.

Rostislav raised his shield and hid under it. There was a heavy blow from the shield, and it was obvious that the arrow fell.

"Everyone is fine."

The prince put down the shield with two arrows inserted into it, and he broke it casually. He didn't forget to touch the beautiful red mane of the war horse, many places of which were already stained red with blood.

But before Rostislav got any answer, he suddenly noticed a rider charging forward on a black war horse. The rider was a Mali chief wearing an old-fashioned nose helmet and a bearskin cloak.

This chief is none other than Xiongmei, the most powerful tribal chief in the Mali region. He planned to slip away on the battlefield, but when he suddenly found that the prince of the Ross people rushed to his front, he was filled with the desire to seize the flag. his heart.

If Rostislav's head could be taken, the reward would be enough to make the chief, who was planning to fish to the end on the battlefield, desperately.

Xi Wengmei swung his broadsword, and first used his horsepower to cut down the soldiers who stood in his way, and the head of his entourage was directly chopped off by him, blood splashed everywhere.

Rostislav raised his shield, but the rider was on his way, and the two horses collided with each other.

Fortunately, the terrain hindered the speed of the enemy's charge, and the horse was prepared, so it was not directly knocked over, but it still let out a painful scream and took a few steps back in embarrassment.

The chief's broadsword then slashed at the prince, but the red shield withstood the blow, and the force transmitted from his arm was so great that Rostislav couldn't help but give up.

Rostislav responded with a sword, but the chief was very experienced in warfare. He skillfully blocked the blow with the fur-studded buckler in his right hand, and tried to hit it with the buckler, but Rostislav immediately parried the blow with his sword.

Seeing that the prince was being attacked, his followers were about to encircle the enemy and protect the lord, but a group of Mali warriors rushed up, wearing ill-fitting hard leather and looted armor, holding all kinds of knives, hammers, and axes The tribesman with the spear entangled the followers in a desperate gesture.

All these Rostislavs saw in his eyes, and he realized that he wanted to kill the general and capture the flag, but it was not so easy to cut off his head!
Rostislav and Xiongmei slashed back and forth one after another, and the two sides kept riding their horses round and round, fighting again and again, looking for any possible loopholes in the opponent.

The power of the broadsword made the prince's arm numb, and he kept holding the sword to fight back. A side slash went straight to the opponent's raised arm, but the opponent's scale armor protected his arm.

The Mali warrior kept riding his horse around, trying to get around Rostislav's unprotected side, but the prince's horse turned around automatically and bit the enemy's mount.

The samurai stood up on stirrups and slashed wildly with his body weight and whole body strength. The prince raised his shield to meet the rounds of fierce blows while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Suddenly, the broadsword slashed across the iron edge of the shield in one cut and brought it to the horse's neck.

The war horse yelled, raised its feet and stood up, the horse's eyes rolled white in pain, and the air was filled with the ubiquitous smell of blood on the battlefield.

The red warhorse kicked the Mali angrily with its iron hoof, one hoof hit the chief's unshaven face, the other hit the shoulder, and then the heavy warhorse bumped into the chief's black horse and knocked it over.

Seeing this, Rostislav immediately rode forward, intending to trample the chief under his horse.

The chief lost the broadsword in his hand when he was kicked away by the horse. When he stood up, he could only pick up a shield full of dents, scratches and blood, and raised the shield above his head.

Then Rostislav rode his horse round him, and the blades rained down on the shield.

Sawdust splashed all over the shield for a while, but finally Sion Wengmei slipped on the sole of his foot and fell to the ground on his back.

Seeing this, Rostislav kicked the horse and stepped on it. The horse stomped on the man, and the chief let out a series of screams, but soon the screams became quieter, and then became smaller and smaller. , until it disappears.

After the chief died under the iron hooves of the war horse, the tribal people who rushed over with him also retreated, just as they roared, and now they are roaring away, and the entourage immediately surrounded the prince to protect him. central.

"God, this guy is really strong, if my horse didn't kick him over..."

Looking at the Mali chief lying on the ground, the prince couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his words.

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(End of this chapter)