king of ros

Chapter 126 The Knight's Epiphany
"Come here, heretic of the Bulgars! Come and show me your combat prowess."

Looking at the heretic in horse armor, Meshko didn't feel any panic, but felt joy, which was the joy of facing a powerful enemy in reality.

The Polish nobleman pulled out the spear stuck in the mud beside him, pointed it at the Bulgar knight in front of him, and waited for him to charge forward.

The Bulgarian did not hesitate either, he accepted the invitation, decisively kicked the horse's belly, and the well-trained horse galloped up, rushing towards the Poles who were waiting in full force.

Watching the costumed horse galloping, Meshko also became more serious. The fierce battle around him dissipated in his mind, and only the killed enemy remained.

The horse gallops, the knight holds a spear, and the two sides face each other in this way. Both sides have only each other in their eyes, and they both want to take the other's life.

The time of the confrontation was very short, that is, for a moment, Meshko's spear hit the opponent's shoulder, and the solid armor plate did not block the fatal blow, and the huge reaction made the Bulgar roll off the war horse.

But at the same time that the spear pierced through the enemy, the war horse in that outfit also bumped into him and ran over him.

Even though the iron ring protected him, being run over by the horse made the Polish knight feel crushed. The horse's hoof hit his head, and the iron helmet blocked the blow, but it also fell off.

Myshko fell heavily on the ground. At this moment, for some reason, he felt that the world was quiet, and it was a beautiful thing to die in such tranquility. After death, there would be no troubles, no worries. Died in the battle of the heathen, he may also ascend to the temple of God.

But then he saw the sky, such a pure and beautiful sky. Under this sky, he felt that the hostility that he had been full of since he came to Northeast Ross dissipated at this moment.

The young Polish knight is unwilling to come to the remote Northeast Ross, but he wants to succeed in his career, and his story can only be unfolded outside of Poland.

He didn't want to rely on his father's protection to live in obscurity for the rest of his life, but when the opportunity presented, he seized it decisively.

Meshko still remembers that his father asked him worriedly whether he could endure the hardships of pioneering. Although he got an affirmative answer, he did not see the worry on his father's face dissipate, but it became heavier.

After setting foot on the road of Northeast Ross and coming to this land, he realized how ignorant he was of the suffering he faced.

The incomparable wildness was unbearable for him, a kid who grew up in Krakow, but he endured it forcefully, and he couldn't let others see his weakness.

And as he endured, his hostility became more and more serious, and his whole body was like a bomb that would explode at the touch of a touch. In order to relieve the depression in his heart, he could only pin everything on his faith and make himself more fanatical.

But at this moment, feeling the tranquil sky, little Myshko felt how ignorant and ignorant he was.

He also felt sorry, he was sorry for his comrades, he let them face such a terrible battlefield just for his own selfish desires, he was sorry for his mother, for making her worry so much about himself, he was sorry for his father, he didn't understand his painstaking efforts at all .

This world is so beautiful, filled with so many meaningful things, why didn't I discover it?Why stick to those trifles and be indignant?

Yes, I can't die yet.Myshko thought that his desire to survive became stronger, and under this strong desire, the knight who had no sense of the surroundings before finally felt it, but it was not wonderful.

It was an unforgettable pain, and the pain where the horse's hoof trampled him almost made him faint, but he still struggled to sit up - he could only do so much now.

Meshko's smock was now covered with blood and mud, which made him look disheveled and disfigured, but he didn't care about it, and now shouldn't be the time to care about it.

As far as the eye can see, there is still a melee with no borders in sight. Russ, Poles, Hungarians, Bulgars... so many ethnic groups are fighting here, and people are constantly falling down on the battlefield, and some people are still alive.

Rostislav's entourage had joined the fray, a relative whom Meshko admired most, but Meshko never showed it.

The prince of Moscow is in such a barren land, but he vigorously builds this place and turns this barren land into a truly civilized place. Myshko knows very well that he will never be able to do this.

The addition of the entourage made the Bulgar heavy cavalry begin to retreat. The Polish knights watched the two entourage cooperate, one restrained the enemy, and the other stood against the carotid artery of the horse. The Bulgarian rider fell down in embarrassment with the horse In the blood-stained soil.

He also saw that the shield wall of the Bulgar infantry was smashed by Ross's heavy cavalry, their spears were broken, their shields were broken, and the soldiers were routed. However, they still couldn't escape the crazy pursuit, and the Ross people followed behind them like a god of death.

The Bulgarian riders were shocked by this scene. They had sporadically fled. The nobles of the Volga Kingdom had lost their courage in the battle, and the leader was even injured and fell down. It was only a matter of time before they collapsed.

As for ordinary soldiers, how could they maintain their morale when they saw that the nobles were on the verge of defeat?The Bulgar army could certainly devour Ross's raiding team when it reacted, but it will take longer now.

Meshko saw that the Bulgar warrior who was pierced by him in the shoulder was helped up by his companions who did not know when he was surrounded. The spear shaft that pierced the shoulder had been cut off, and there were several warriors with shields on guard.

It's a pity, he is still an important person, it would be great if his head could be beheaded.

And just when Mishko was in such a pity, the lifted warrior pointed at the Polish knight who barely sat up, and then a Bulgar warrior came over with a scimitar.

Heh, was it me who was decapitated in the end?Really, when you want to go on the right path, you will fail. God's will is really unpredictable.

Seeing the Bulgar warrior approaching, Myshko thought so.

But at the next moment, the Volga warrior's neck was pierced by a sharp arrow, and his body fell powerlessly.

Myshko saw a war horse stop behind him, and the Polish knight looked back with difficulty. What he saw was the smile that he once disgusted him, but now he felt so kind.

"Boy, I still need to save you in the end."

Edward Wessex was riding on a horse, holding a curved bow, and while talking, he shot and killed another Bulgar warrior who came forward. His posture was so elegant, as if he was not on the battlefield, but on the hunting ground.

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(End of this chapter)