king of ros

Chapter 125
Just now, the death battle was like a basin of cold water, and it was poured on Rostislav's head fiercely, cooling down his brain that had been dominated by fighting and killing, and reminding him of the most important task.

Under the protection of his entourage, the prince observed the chaotic battlefield. He saw groups of Bulgarian infantry collapsing. Polish knights and Hungarian cavalry fought wantonly among the chaotic soldiers, but there were more Bulgarian infantry advancing farther away. Come.

But this was nothing compared to the more terrible thing. Rostislav saw a detachment of Bulgar heavy cavalry coming at a gallop.

"Damn it, get ready to go with me, you must block those heavy cavalry."

It is very risky to confront the heavy cavalry, and it will inevitably cause a lot of casualties, but it must be done. If the heavy cavalry arrives on the battlefield, the situation may be reversed!

Just as Rostislav rode his horse and was about to go forward, his entourage suddenly stopped him. Just before the prince could speak, the man pointed to a team that was charging towards the Bulgar heavy cavalry.

"It's a Pole... little Myshko..."

Seeing the smock full of red leaves, Rostislav immediately understood who he was in front of him, and he was not surprised to do such a thing to this relative, after all, little Myshko has always had a strong tendency to self-destruct.

"This time I really have to thank him..."

Rostislav grumbled that he had planned to make a huge sacrifice to put his entourage on top, but now his Polish relatives were ahead of him—although he probably didn't expect this level.

However, he still had to lead the army to help. Since the Poles helped him withstand the most dangerous part, the next support must keep up.

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When countless heavy cavalry galloped, the sound of horseshoes hitting the ground rumbled like thunder.

The main forces on both sides are heavy cavalry, the horses wear vests, and the knights on horseback wear iron armors of different styles, holding lances or long swords, with the points of the spears and swords facing forward.

The two armies quickly approached for a short period of time. The soldiers of both sides thrust their weapons forward as much as possible, trying to use the huge momentum of the horses to kill the opponent. This is the same tactic in the cavalry confrontation for thousands of years.

From time to time, knights were forced to disperse due to the power of the hedge, but more people persisted. Here are all glorious warriors. Deserters will be despised by everyone after the war. In order not to fall into that situation, many people forced Follow yourself to the end.

Finally, two streams of dust collided from two directions, and everything that happened next was like a landslide.

The horses nimbly pierced through the opponent's gap, and many people rushed out of the enemy's cavalry almost unscathed, but behind them, there was the sound of steel colliding up and down.

Some unlucky ones were pierced by the galloping lances, and then they were stabbed off their horses, and were submerged in the torrent of the battlefield, but more people were thrown to the ground by the stabbed horses. Many people's horses were like this was stabbed to death in the battle.

Meshko, as the commander of the Polish knights, stabbed a Bulgar knight with his lance, pierced the poor devil's throat with precision, and then he threw the corpse away.

And once they saw someone fell off their horses, a large number of cavalry immediately reined in their horses and gathered to collect stabs, and it was difficult for their comrades in arms to take the risk of approaching to rescue them, and most of the fallen horses died here.

The cavalry turned around at the same time and circled a large arc, not forgetting to crush the unlucky infantry on the road, so the two sides raced to hedge again.

There was another wave of fierce confrontation. A large number of knights fell on their horses and were crushed by horseshoes. During this wave of confrontation, the formations of both sides were completely chaotic.

It's just that no one would miss the opportunity to fight, and they all fought together, followed by a scuffle belonging to the cavalry.

Polish knights are obviously at a disadvantage in such battles. Poland’s war experience in recent years has been to reduce the weight of heavy cavalry as much as possible in exchange for faster speed and flexible response. The direct reaction of this is armor weight loss.

The light armor of Polish knights was very weak against Bulgar's heavy sword and sledgehammer. In contrast, their long swords and lances were difficult to break through the scales and ring armor.

But fortunately, many Polish knights still retain the habit of carrying javelins. The javelins thrown under the acceleration of the horse can easily break through even if they are wearing two layers of iron armor!

It's just that these differences don't matter to a person at all, no matter what kind of soldier is in front of him, he can easily kill him.

And this person is little Myshko.

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As the long sword was swung, blood flew, and the iron rings, armor pieces, and even steel plates were all shattered under his attack.

Cutting off the arm of the enemy in front of him, watching the blood flying in the air, Myshko felt extremely satisfied in his heart. The pleasure of killing the heretics and venting his anger surged in his heart at the same time, and the blood was also splashed on himself body, but there was already a lot of blood on his body, which only made him more ferocious.

His demonic posture on the battlefield made many Bulgars cringe and retreat, and the fragmented corpses showed what would happen if they did not retreat.

Suddenly, at some point, a burst of arrows rained down. Myshko subconsciously raised his shield to block the arrows, but the horse was shot by the arrows. The vest failed to block the flying arrows, and immediately fell to the ground. Howling, fortunately, Meshko was prepared and jumped off the horse directly, so that he was not crushed under the horse.

When Meshko fell to the ground, his helmet with gorgeous feathers fell directly to the ground, revealing that young face, and the armor was also covered with dust, without the publicity just now.

When they saw Mieszko fell from the horse, a group of mercenaries with complicated armor rushed up. These mercenaries had been looking for the fallen knight to hunt down and kill them. They swung their spears and stabbed at the Poles.

Myshko also reacted quickly. He grabbed a broken spear from the ground and threw it at the fastest mercenary. The spear tip directly pierced the mercenary's leather armor, causing the spear to The soldiers fell.

Then Myshko drew his dagger again and threw it at a mercenary, hitting him in the face.

Seeing Mishko dealt with two people in a row, the mercenaries couldn't help shrinking. They came to the battlefield to earn money, not to kill their lives. It's really not worth it to deal with this difficult guy.

But their hesitation made them die, because at the next moment a heavy cavalry rushed over and ran over these mercenaries directly.

After the smoke and dust passed, Myshko saw everything in front of him clearly, and he smiled, because what appeared in front of him was a Bulgar nobleman in horse armor, and the armor was still so obvious on this dusty battlefield.

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(End of this chapter)