king of ros

Chapter 191 Bloody Battle in the Meadow

The two armies approached each other very quickly. First, the fastest nomadic cavalry collided and fought.

These people are all Magyars, but now they all let out the shriek that the Westerners were most awed by in the past, and then rushed together to kill each other. The blood of blood relatives was sprinkled on this meadow, and the horses neighed. The screams were mixed with human screams.

I believe that in the coming year, this meadow full of the blood of warriors will be even more lush.

The infantry followed quickly, and after a while, the fighting on the entire front had already begun. The infantry used their shields to slam into each other desperately. They kept pushing, and at the same time seized every opportunity to stab their spears at the opposite side.

The cavalry, which still maintained the nomadic tradition, continued to fight. When the main force of the infantry arrived, they all ran to the wider two wings. Here, they were chasing each other, or arrows were coming and going.

The sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground, the sound of arrows piercing through the air, and the screams of falling to the ground mixed together to play the symphony called war.

The direct line of King Andrew and the immediate subordinates of the Duke of Bella are the places where the most intense battles are held. It can be said that the most elite parts of the two armies are gathered here. The knights of the king and the Duke are fighting to the death here.

But that's why the battle hasn't made much progress, and the situation has become a stalemate. After all, when one person falls, the next one immediately fills the vacancy-this is the case on both sides.

The king's knights burn with blood the flames of shame in their hearts, but the duke's elite have owed the duke many years, and they will give their lives for that daily favour, and such is the way of the warrior.

People kept falling, and the corpses of both sides were piled up one after another, but the battle continued. Under the watchful eyes of the king and the duke, the sergeants fought hard, their spears and hatchets kept coming and going, sometimes biting into the Flesh, sometimes swallows steel, and sometimes breaks sadly.

Both sides were holding a sigh of relief. The king's soldiers saw that the rebels had put them into such an embarrassment, and they were damned to admit such an insult, while the Duke's soldiers saw that this was a key opportunity to repay their master, and it was also a key opportunity to make a fortune. do not miss it.

Everyone took out their last breath and fought desperately here. For glory, for the future, for glory and wealth, everyone fought with their own reasons, and for this reason, they used their last strength in this cruel fight.

The state governors also led their subordinates to join this fierce battlefield. For them, taking off the king's head can make them feel at ease, so they also fought desperately. Almost all the state governors took the lead and used their own battles to make their subordinates fierce. Fight hard.

It's just that the king's knights are still as strong as ever in the face of the rebels. No matter how many enemies are added, their morale still shows no sign of collapse. After all, the team in that team is the great essence of the entire Magyar country.

It's just that the state governors will not shrink back because of this, they are also fighters who have fought on the battlefield, and they are not afraid of fighting!
On this battlefield, everyone put out all their strength, and from time to time there were even crazy riders galloping in the chaotic army, and then bumped into the shield wall and turned their backs.

Under such a fierce battle, the corpses were piled up into a hill very quickly, but the two sides were still fighting. The soldiers began to climb the hill of corpses without hesitation, and then continued to fight with the enemy.

A brave Magyar warrior climbed up the mountain of corpses with a scimitar in his mouth. He cut off the enemy above him head-on and occupied the top of the mountain of corpses. He put his shield in front of him, but found that there were no enemies on it. , he occupied the top of the corpse mountain.

He subconsciously took advantage of this position, relying on his height advantage to knock over the climbing enemies one by one. At one point, he eliminated a full ten enemies in a row, all of whom were armored warriors.

The warrior's body was full of arrows, but luckily the armor was hard enough to block these arrows, plus the scene of killing the enemy just now, and looking at the battlefield under his feet, this man felt like a The master of the battlefield, even the climbing enemies were intimidated by this scene, and they didn't dare to step forward for a while.

If this person can survive this war, then he will definitely become a legend among the poets, but the battlefield is always full of accidents.

Just when this man was proud, an arrow suddenly pierced his eye socket, and the warrior screamed and fell down from the mountain of corpses.

Both sides were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, but then they continued to climb crazily in an attempt to occupy the vacated high ground, so the fighting became even crazier and the fighting became more terrifying.

Then the mountain of corpses piled up higher and higher, but no matter which side climbed the mountain of corpses, it would inevitably usher in death, just like the samurai just now.

After several such cases, they naturally did not dare to die again, after all, no matter how red-eyed they were, they could see that something was wrong, so the two sides had to stab each other through the corpses, but it was difficult for them to stab the enemy on the other side.

In such an embarrassing situation, both sides shouted to stop, and then began to carry the corpses to each other. For the time being, it was impossible to fight with so many corpses.

When watching the corpses being moved away, both the Duke and the King were slightly moved. The essence of Magyar was spilled on the ground like this, so many warriors left themselves here.

But then their hearts hardened immediately. Now is the battle to determine the ownership of the throne, not a time of grief!

After the corpses were slightly cleared away, another round of fierce fighting kicked off.

Edward looked at this scene and couldn't help being speechless. He didn't expect the battle to be so fierce from the very beginning.

He has never seen this kind of scene in his military career for so many years, and it is even more unheard of in Northeast Ross, where low-intensity looting has always been carried out.

He suddenly began to rejoice that he existed as a reserve team. If he entered the fierce core as soon as the battle started, how could he be able to fight, and he might not be wiped out on the extremely fierce battlefield every minute.

At the same time, the battlefield became fierce again. Originally, the battlefield was about fighting in one go, then declining, and exhausting. Both the king and the duke understood this path, so they stepped into the battlefield together by coincidence. The monarch personally fought on the battlefield, This brought the atmosphere to a peak.

Under such circumstances, even the farmers who wanted to fish the most were infected and began to fight with all their strength.

Both monarchs stepped into the battlefield under their respective guards. No matter what their thoughts were before the battle, at this moment, both sides have the belief of killing each other.

But at this moment, the blood connection between them seemed to be working. The king and the duke found each other, and the two sides looked at each other briefly for a second, followed by an extremely cruel battle.

"God, are these Magyars crazy?"

Watching that scene, Edward's mouth opened wider and wider. This is really unimaginable. He watched the two Christian monarchs and blood brothers fighting each other on the battlefield, and the surrounding battlefield was boiling like a pot of hell.

Both Andrew and Bella are veterans on the battlefield, and their war skills are not inferior to others. Although Andrew is plagued by illness, he ignites all his vitality at this moment to fight for the current fight, and Bella is fighting with his brothers with all his strength. The winner will get everything of the dead!
Edward was fascinated by watching this scene, but he didn't watch it for long, because he found out that his job as a reserve team was coming.

At some point, the imperial army was defeated by the Polish knights in front of them. The Polish knights just launched an extremely violent charge, and the impact directly broke the shield wall of the Germanic army at one time.

Sichech and his elite soldiers took this opportunity to launch a wave of decisive attack to break through the defense of the imperial knights, and came to Bianbo who couldn't move in time.

Then the head of Uncle Turin was cut off and hung on a spear. As for the Archangel Michael, he was also cut off, and then he was trampled into bloody water like garbage, and instantly became It was filthy.

With the death of the commander, most of the imperial army has collapsed. They are indeed the elite of the empire, but without the commander, no matter how elite the troops are, they will fail. fighting.

These fighters seem to have their own values, and they care more about the glory of the battlefield than their lives, so they continue to fight here, risking their lives to fight.

Sichech was in front of all the sergeants, and his skill in using the spear immediately was no less than that of any warrior Edward knew. The spear was like a poisonous snake. Whether it was an imperial knight or a desperate swordsman, facing it won There is only death.

Without hesitation, Edward led his subordinates into the gap, and the rout soldiers who dared to stand in front of them were either killed directly or forcibly driven back to the battlefield.

The Poles did not expect that King Andrew actually had a reserve force in his hands. After all, the strength of the king's army was smaller than that of the duke's army. It is unimaginable to have a mobile force under such circumstances.

So caught off guard, the Poles, who had just been celebrating their victory, found themselves under siege.

Edward asked the soldiers to block the gap at all costs. Upon hearing this, the Ross warriors put down their spears and aimed at the enemy, and then advanced like hedgehogs, stabbing to death one by one who dared to face the peak.

The Anglo-Saxon nobles led the Magyar cavalry to protect their flanks desperately, maximizing the combat power of these spearmen.

In terms of offense, this is the most powerful move of this Ross army. It is to charge with your teammates with a spear, no matter what you face, just go down, and continue to charge after you are stabbed until you can't move.

This move is very powerful, but its weakness is also obvious. When the kinetic energy of the impact dissipates, it is the moment of their defeat.

Even Polish knights in heavy armor could hardly withstand the impact of so many spears, and even if they were not killed immediately, they would have to be knocked to the ground, and then trampled to death mercilessly.

And their martial arts are also difficult to play against the rushing spear group. After all, no matter how good the technique of using spears, swords and shields is, when dozens of spears are rushing towards you, you can use those skills again. How much can it be played out?

However, the spearman also had comrades who were accidentally injured or even killed because of their lack of action, but no one cared at this moment, and everyone was crazy because of the explosion of adrenaline.

These spearmen are the most fanatical. What a joyful feeling it is to watch those noble lords being powerless and even killed in the face of their spears.

The Poles were beaten back again and again, and they could only make these choices subconsciously in the face of the spear forest, and they looked extremely embarrassed. The victory just now was in stark contrast to the current defeat.

However, the Polish soldiers in Siciech lived up to their reputation as elites. Many brave men rolled and rolled under the spears, and the spears suddenly pierced the land that passed by in less than a second.

And when they came to the feet of the spearmen, they then slashed desperately with the hatchets and small swords in their hands, causing as much damage as possible, although these people still died at the hands of the Ross people in the end, for example, some people were directly trampled by the Ross people. Death, but still greatly prolong the impact speed of the Ross people.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sichech reorganized the knights, and the knights formed a shield wall while shouting and ordering, and the kinetic energy of the spear charge had dissipated at this moment.

As the hormones receded, everyone became exhausted inevitably, and the exhaustion that seemed to have disappeared continued to flood in the night, so the next battle returned to the familiar battle line.

All the fierce and fierce things just now made everyone seem extremely powerless at this moment, and they all seemed very powerless, but the powerlessness was actually to accumulate energy. This was a tacit understanding between the two sides. will start.

Edward was no exception. Those who were fighting on the flank just now didn't know. After all, they wanted to block all the enemies coming from the flank. Edward's scimitar directly slashed to the curling blade, and now he was holding a random one that he picked up from the ground. Take the spear.

But at this moment, a voice sounded on the battlefield, it stopped all the fighting, everyone stopped moving, and looked in the direction of the voice.

"The king has fallen! The king has fallen! This... the king is dead!"

Such shouts resounded through the entire sky, and this was a scene that everyone was eager to see, because it meant that the battle was decided.

However, because Andrew and Bella are both kings in the eyes of their subordinates, it is temporarily unknown who died.

Edward looked at the place where the two Arpad nobles were fighting just now, but he couldn't see anything. Countless soldiers blocked his sight, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The Magyars stopped fighting, waiting for the head of the loser to be hung on the spear, which soon appeared.

Although the head had undergone a lot of damage, as if it had been trampled by a horseshoe, Edward still knew the head, which made him subconsciously open his mouth

"My God, it's Andrew."

Looking at the hung head of his in-laws, Edward was stunned, which could only mean one thing - they had failed.

Earth-shattering cheers sounded at this moment, which belonged to Bella's supporters, while Andrew's supporters began to flee, and some even surrendered directly. After all, if they don't want to go into exile, they can only bow their heads to Bella.

Bella's supporters did not pursue immediately, because they were also extremely tired and had no energy to pursue.

So now the battlefield suddenly seemed very peaceful, the defeated retreated in embarrassment, and the losers were powerless to pursue.

Watching this scene, Edward clenched his lower lip, and then he made a decision. As a guest soldier, he could withdraw from the battlefield with dignity as long as he surrendered, but he was unwilling, unwilling to do so!

The Anglo-Saxon nobleman turned his horse's head and called out to his subordinates to follow him, and everyone immediately reacted and followed behind.

They failed, but not all. He had to secure Andrew's sons immediately and move them to a safe place.

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