king of ros

Chapter 143 Eastern Coup
In an inconspicuous small ravine in the Northeast Rose Wilderness, a group of tired warriors had just stopped their march or rather - fled.

Some people collapsed directly on the ground, regardless of being covered in dust, some people leaned against the rock wall or something else and gasped non-stop, while others remained vigilant.

But there are very few such elite fighters, and you can tell from their expressions and state that these people are just trying to hold on.

At this time, a gust of mountain wind blew past like a knife's edge, and the soldiers with poor or even tattered equipment shivered in the cold wind like a knife.

Akkad Mosk Dulu, the dignitary of the Bulgar Khanate, he now simply wears a set of breastplate, and the gorgeous helmet is nowhere to be seen. dragon.

Beside him were a few barbarian soldiers guarding the surroundings. These people were all a little too old, and their faces were branded with traces of time.

Akkad looked at these exhausted warriors, their broken armor, and their scarred bodies, and he couldn't help closing his eyes in pain.

It's over, everything is over, Bulgar's army is over, the army that should have brought his prestige to the peak has been completely destroyed.

Until this moment, Akkad recovered from the shock, and he couldn't restrain himself from crying when he remembered what stupid things he had done.

How could I be like that, how could I ignore the army like that and let the tricks of the Ross people succeed.

But now the past is in the past, even the great Allah can't reverse those things that happened, he can only focus on the present.

Akkad quickly recovered from his frustration, and he looked in the direction of Bulgar City. He could reach the big city on the Volga River in a day's journey at most.

The loser's mind is running at his fastest speed, and with the protection of his father, even if he encounters such an exaggerated failure, he will not die politically, but it is impossible not to pay the price.

If he had to pay those prices, it would take at least a few decades for him to reorganize his forces...

No, it can't be like this, everything I've fought for my whole life can't just start from scratch.

Akkad made a decision in his heart.

"Let's go south."

Akkad's words were firmer than ever before, as well as the confidence he had when he was still in glory, which made his dejected subordinates raise their heads involuntarily.

"grown ups?"

There was a tremor of joy in the words of the cronies, joy that their leader finally recovered from failure.

What is trembling is that, as Akkad's confidant, he knows exactly what the subtext of going to the south means...

"Yes, the south, we are not going to Bulgar, we are going to the south, let everyone act quickly, leave the wounded alone, let them fend for themselves."

Akkad issued a cruel order, but everyone hurriedly carried it out, even those barbarians who were fearless. They knew that their master was serious.

Seeing his distressed subordinates rectify, Akkad's competitive heart was once again ignited. How could he fail? Now that he is facing such a situation, he should completely tear his face away.

In the south, there happened to be an army to prevent nomadic invaders, and brave and pious people from all over Bulgar formed this frontier army.

Akkad did not mobilize here when he mobilized the army. Everyone understands the importance of this army, but now Akkad has to use this army. They are basically his people. This is the last chance .

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Middle Volga River, Bulgar City.

The news of the defeat has spread throughout the city along with the retreat of Alaire and others, and the information about the capture of the army has naturally spread.

The news of the defeat made Bulgar inevitably stained with sadness, but knowing that most of the relatives were only captured gave everyone hope, and everyone subconsciously began to raise money to prepare for the redemption of their relatives.

Under such circumstances, the Jewish usurers borrowed money very happily, and many decent citizens needed to borrow money from them in order to raise enough money to redeem their relatives.

Others turned their anger on the Khan, blaming the defeat.

But more people still petitioned the Khan respectfully. Most of them were poor citizens in the city who had no money to redeem their buyers, and no one was willing to borrow money. They could only hope that Khan would pay.

The square in front of the palace was crowded with people, and even when night fell, the crowd did not disperse, because they needed the promise of the Khan, and only the promise of the Khan could bring back their families.

Many people recited the chapters of the Qur'an in the square, hoping for the mercy of the Khan. People held torches, which was like a sea of ​​flames.

And on the corridor lined with pillars, the Khan of Bulgar, Ashraf Baruch Dulu, was listening to and watching all this calmly.

There are only a few guards around him, and Aleph, the Khan's confidant, is among them.

"What a beautiful moon."

Ashraf, who was shining under the moonlight and firelight at the same time, looked at the moon in the sky and murmured.

His figure looked smaller and smaller under these lights, and no one dared to answer Khan's words, because everyone knew that Khan was just sighing.

"Tell the people, I will buy their families back."

Staring at the moonlight for a long time, Khan suddenly said that doing so would be a huge blow to the Khanate's finances.

But he had to do it, it was his duty, it was his duty to rule.

"Yes, Khan, I will deliver the message immediately."

Allaire carried out the Khan's orders unconditionally.

Not long after, cheers came one after another as those announcing the Khan ordered the troops to shout.

Everyone cheered for Khan's kindness, and bathed in the cheers, Khan's old appearance seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"Has Akkad been found?"

Khan suddenly asked his troublesome relative.

"Sorry, not yet."

And Alaird's answer was as straightforward as ever.

"We must find him as soon as possible and send sentry cavalry."

"Yes."

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While the monarch and his ministers in the Khan's palace were still talking, a gate of Bulgar City opened in silence.

Immediately, a group of heavily armed soldiers walked into it. The armor of these soldiers was very old, and it was obvious that they had been baptized for a long time, but this could not conceal the calluses on their hands and the subconscious fighting stand.

And their leader was Akkad Mosca Dulu.

"Take over the barracks, besiege the palace, and execute immediately."

Following the order of the loser, the soldiers behind him can be divided into two teams and drive towards their respective targets.

Tonight is bound to be a night of blood and fire, as well as violent political changes.

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(End of this chapter)