king of ros

Chapter 141 Falling Victory
Facing the sudden mass surrender, Rostislav was completely at a loss.

He didn't know what to do. He had thought of the morale drop of the Bulgar army, but he didn't expect them to surrender directly on a large scale.

"Let the conscripted infantry manage the prisoners, and the others move on."

After thinking about it for a while, the prince gave a solution. Those conscripted soldiers are of little use in such a battle, and it's okay not to let them participate in the battle.

Leaving the surrendered soldiers on the side of the road, the cavalry continued to move forward. Although the Bulgars continued to surrender, there were still stubborn resisters. For example, a group of private soldiers of the nobles stood in front of the prince.

This nobleman was one of the few Akkadian loyalists. He led his subordinates to stand firm, intending to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Armed warriors formed a solid human wall, and the nobles supervised behind them, and countless shiny spearheads were aimed at the Ross cavalry who were approaching aggressively.

The prince saw several nomadic cavalry directly crashing into them, but was easily forced to stop, and then died from the spears stabbed indiscriminately.Seeing this, everyone couldn't help strangling their horses.

When the prince stabilized his horse, an infantryman wearing a leather cap stabbed at his chest with a spear in both hands. With a swing of his long sword, he parried the spear, and then chopped it off with a sword, causing blood to splash everywhere.

"Kill it! Kill it! Our armor is thick! Don't worry."

Rostislav and his entourage are all in human horse armor, like steel monsters, they exist to deal with such melee.

Under the order of the prince, everyone mustered up their courage, and they directly ran into it relying on the thickness of their armor.

The spears of the Bulgars stabbed out one after another, but the lethality was obviously not as good as the long sword and mace wielded by Ross himself. The spears would leave a white mark at most on those armors, and a sword would be blood. Dripping, the whole brain will rot with one hammer.

Faced with such a disadvantage, the Bulgars were naturally powerless to resist. More and more Bulgar warriors died under the sword of Ross. Even the Bulgar nobles who supervised the war were easily decapitated by Rostislav.

The face of the Bulgar nobleman was still in disbelief. In his opinion, the war should not be like this. How could the elite who had trained for so long be defeated like this.

In the end, what made the Bulgar warriors collapse was a rain of arrows that fell from the sky. The arrows searched for flesh and blood, and then bit down fiercely. Countless soldiers died like this.

They fled, fled to the iron-clad monster, and there was no one to stop the advance of the Ross!

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"My lord, what should we do now?"

Such a question came from Alaire's side, and countless pairs of eyes looked at the commander in front of the army, waiting for his order.

The nomadic cavalry who accompanied the army also looked at him. These oily prairie people have always been good at running away, and they have decided that even if this man decides not to run away, they have to run away.

But the temporary command only felt that it was extremely difficult, the collapse of the entire army was already unstoppable, no matter what he did, he would just be a praying mantis blocking the car, and even ruin his own life.

"Where's the Emil? Is there any news about the Emil?"

Finally, Allaire remembered the supposed person in charge of all this, Akkad Mosk Dulu, obviously he should be the commander, why hasn't he appeared yet?
"Lord Akkad has been forcibly taken away by his barbarian guards, my lord."

A timid voice sounded, and Alaire saw that person, that was the person he sent to inform Emil, and his standing here now undoubtedly showed the authenticity of his words.

"Damn it, Allah is Almighty, he's gone, so what am I still doing here?"

Allaire said, he was also relieved, unexpectedly that guy ran away, then this guy is the first person responsible for the defeat of the army.

"Everyone! Get ready to retreat, and don't forget to yell at Akkad on the road and run away."

No one questioned his order, and here are all Khan's loyal ministers, and everyone is happy to be able to trap Akkad, the biggest traitor in the Khan's country.

As for why he still ran away, it was because he went to the capital first to file a complaint, so as not to be preempted by that guy.

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"Akkad is gone! The Emir is gone!"

While Rostislav was still fighting, he suddenly heard such a cry.

Then he took a closer look, only to find that a group of Bulgar cavalry with complete equipment and neat ranks roared such words, and then they were still retreating to the other side of Kashin in an orderly manner.

Their words also became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. All the Bulgars who still had the will to resist either ran around like headless chickens, or dropped their weapons directly and surrendered to the Rus.

"What's going on..."

Seeing the operation of these Bulgars that led to the complete collapse of the entire army, Rostislav could not help being dumbfounded, but as his emotions eased, he gradually realized what was going on—he still knew a lot about Bulgar's domestic situation.

"Ha, in other words, I will win in this way."

Rostislav looked at the Bulgar soldiers who surrendered and their obedience in front of the Rus, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality, which was too hard to describe.

But Rostislav's expression did not relax because there was still one thing to explain—that was the flooded Kashin silver mine.

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Although the big shots still have many things to solve, the soldiers at the lowest level are still immersed in the joy of victory.

Especially the recruited farmers, many of them experienced such a big battle for the first time, and they won such a great victory for the first time, how could it not cheer them up and make them extremely happy.

The Bulgar prisoners of war were under their supervision, piling up weapons and armor, which had now piled up into a hill, and to everyone's excitement, the prince announced that half of this equipment would be shared equally among all.

Victory also made everyone more convinced of the prince. It was their luck to have such a prince who brought victory and wealth.

"This feeling...maybe just like what my father said, I am suitable for the battlefield."

Dill, a famous archer near Moscow, holding his shortbow, recalled how he had killed ten Bulgar warriors with this humble weapon, the first time he had killed so many, And this feeling made him intoxicated.

Although he couldn't be on the front line in person, he still felt the frenzy of fighting, especially when he saw the dead people shot by his own arrows, that feeling would reach its peak.

Dill was thinking about whether he should join the prince's army and embark on a career in war just like his father did, but after much deliberation, he finally decided to talk to the old man before talking.

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(End of this chapter)