king of ros

Chapter 127 Retreat
Edward didn't arrive alone, there were a large number of Hungarian horse archers behind him, and all the soldiers were covered in blood, obviously having experienced hard battles.

The Hungarian nobles rushed forward wearing grassland-style heavy armor. They kept bending their bows and drawing arrows until the moment before the battle, and finally drew their swords to fight.

"Boy, you really messed up yourself."

While talking, Edward got off his horse, confirmed that the Polish knight was fine, and helped him stand up.

"Ahem, thank you this time."

If it was Meshko in the past, he would never show all kinds of impatience there, but now his words are full of humility and gratitude, and he is still sincerely humble and grateful.

Meshko's injury has eased a lot. Although those parts are still excruciatingly painful, there is no problem with walking and riding.

"It's strange, you kid can do this."

Edward was surprised at first, and then said to him in his usual teasing tone, but looking at those serious eyes, Edward stopped the words behind, there is a limit to teasing, and it would be disrespectful to say more.

As someone who was forced to leave his hometown, Edward understood the feeling of an exile very well. He had experienced this before, but he finally overcame it under the influence of time.

He originally thought that this descendant of Piast still had to be sharpened for many years, but now it seems that this battle has completely changed him.He is not surprised by this, the battlefield is always the most able to change people.

Edward's subordinates brought the war horse, and Myshko climbed up weakly. Seeing him like that, Edward knew that he decided to stop fighting, so he couldn't help giving orders. Although the child had changed, he was still afraid of the child. Really crazy to fight again.

"Take a good rest, I guess my nephew should blow the horn and retreat after a while."

Watching the fighting around vigilantly, Edward said that the nearby Bulgar troops were all about to break up, and it was a good time to retreat.

That is, when Edward said this, the deafening horn sounded, and the signal conveyed had only one meaning - to retreat.

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Watching Edward save Myshko from a distance, Rostislav couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, which is why he asked his subordinates to sound the horn to retreat.

Just now he led his men into the group of Bulgar archers. These guys had been dropping arrows regardless of enemy and friend, causing considerable casualties to both sides. Now Rostislav finally found them.

Thinking of those comrades-in-arms who died under cold arrows, everyone treated these archers very cruelly. Block that fierce attack, but the result is that the bow and arrow will also break together.

"Withdraw! Withdraw! Hurry up!"

Amidst the sound of the horn, Rostislav yelled to retreat, and except for a very small number of cavalry who had already been immersed in the killing, most of them began to flee towards the predetermined position according to the plan.

The archers in the forest on both sides used their fastest speed to frantically bend their bows and set arrows, and tried their best to throw arrows on the battlefield, delaying the enemy's rectification and pursuit.

The crossbowmen who had been hiding even stood up. Under the sharp crossbow arrows, even officers and warriors in heavy armor had to fall down, and the fall of these command nodes undoubtedly made the Bulgars even more confused.

In this chaos, Rose's raiding team retreated completely. They even contained the bodies of the wounded and comrades-in-arms as much as possible, and retreated with victory and glory.

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The broken sun shone on the land after the war, a large number of corpses were spread on the battlefield, the wounded screamed hoarsely, and there were broken cloth strips and armor everywhere, which could not be compared to their former glory.

The brave warriors were now reduced to corpses, the strong smell of rust filled the air, and the dejected survivors sat or lay down, thanking their gods for the rest of their lives.

Many scattered soldiers restored order under the beatings and scolding by the officers and warriors, but this couldn't change their low morale, and everyone lowered their heads, looking dejected.

Some daring crows had already landed on the corpses to eat the flesh and blood, and then they were driven away impatiently by the passing soldiers. Suddenly, the battlefield full of corpses flew flying.

"It's cruel."

Surrounded by all the cavalry, Akkad looked at the bloody battlefield, his expression was very ugly, and he couldn't help murmuring.

This is the first time he has seen Bulgar's army suffer such a tragic situation. The casualties of this raid may be thousands.

What was even worse was the blow to morale. So many troops were destroyed by this sudden raid, and there were so many wounded, the situation was really bad.

What followed was anger, his veteran for so many years was unexpectedly attacked by a kid, and he suffered such a huge loss-his subordinates reported their findings, and he was able to know that Rurik boy had come to the battle in person.

"Phew, that's what fighting is all about. I hate that kid for not dying in my hands."

Alaire, with a bandage on his shoulder, rode out from nowhere. He was the Bulgar warrior whose shoulder was pierced by Meshko, but apart from the blood-stained bandage on his shoulder and the pained expression that flashed across his face from time to time, There was no trace of his serious injury at all.

"Chasing! Send someone to chase immediately!"

Although Alaird's words were plain, for some reason, Akkad felt angry in his heart. He actually suffered such a big failure in front of Khan's people!

This anger naturally needs to be vented, so under his order, a team of Bulgar elites hurried to chase the fleeing Ross people.

Allaire's mouth moved, he wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth, now is not the time for him to speak.

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"Loss of less than forty, very good, it's really a big win."

At the temporary assembly point of the raiding team, Rostislav counted the casualties, and the result was that the total number of killed and seriously injured was less than forty.

And this stop is not only to count the casualties, but also to reorganize the team, and then they have to flee desperately.

What is even more gratifying is that the majority of them are Poles, not his entourage-this is something that cannot be said.

Everyone is happy because it was such a big win after all.

The prince noticed a change in the mood of his relatives, but he couldn't tell what the change was. He just felt that Myshko was not as angry as before, which made Rostislav wonder what happened.

And at the moment when everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, the sound of fighting came from the forest behind them, but most of them were screams in Bulgarian.

"Tsk, they are indeed chasing them. We still have to retreat quickly. The Chu De camp can defeat them for a while at most."

While speaking, Rostislav called to everyone to mount their horses and return with victory.

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(End of this chapter)