In an inconspicuous small ravine in the northeastern Ross wilderness, a group of tired warriors had just stopped their march, or rather - escaped.

Some people just collapsed on the ground, regardless of getting covered in dust, some people were leaning against the rock wall or something and kept breathing, and some people still remained vigilant.

But there are very few such elite warriors, and you can tell from their faces and states that these people are just trying to hold on.

At this time, a mountain wind was blowing like a knife blade, and the soldiers with poor and even tattered equipment shivered in the cold wind, which was like a knife cutting them.

Akad Mosk Dulu—the dignitary of the Bulgar Khanate. He is now simply wearing a set of breastplates, and his gorgeous helmet is nowhere to be seen. He is standing on a high place, with the Bulgar giant flying above his head.

dragon.

Beside him were several barbarian soldiers guarding the surroundings. These people were all a bit older, and their faces were all marked by the traces of time.

Akade looked at these tired warriors, at their broken armor, at their scarred bodies, and couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

It's over, everything is over, Bulgar's army is over, the army that was supposed to bring his prestige to its peak has been completely destroyed.

Until this moment, Akade recovered from the blow. Thinking of what stupid things he had done, he couldn't help but hide his face and cry.

How could he be like that? How could he ignore the army and let the Russians succeed.

But now the past has passed. Even the great Allah cannot reverse what happened in the past. He can only focus on the present.

Akade quickly recovered from his depression. He looked in the direction of Bulgar City. He could reach the big city on the Volga River in at most one day's journey.

The loser's mind is running at the fastest speed, and with the protection of his father, he will not die politically even if he encounters such an exaggerated failure, but it is impossible without paying the price.

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

No, it can't be like this. Everything I have worked hard for my whole life cannot be started from scratch.

Akade made a decision in his heart.

"Let's go south."

Akade's words were filled with unprecedented firmness and the same confidence as when he was still in glory, which made his dejected subordinates couldn't help but raise their heads.

"grown ups?"

The joy in the words of the confidants was still tinged with trembling, and they were happy that their leader finally cheered up from the defeat.

What's trembling is that, as a close confidant of Aqad, he knows very well what the subtext of heading to the south means...

"Yes, south, we are not going to Bulgar. We are going to the south. Let everyone take action quickly. Leave the wounded alone and let them fend for themselves."

Akade issued cruel orders, but everyone hurriedly carried them out, even the barbarians who were fearless. They knew that their master was serious.

Seeing his embarrassed subordinates reorganizing themselves, Akade's inner competitive spirit was once again aroused. How could he fail? Since he was now facing such a situation, he should completely tear his face apart.

In the south, there happened to be an army to prevent nomadic invaders. Brave and pious people from all over Bulgaria formed this border guarding army.

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

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The middle reaches of the Volga River, the city of Bulgar.

News of the defeat had already spread throughout the city with the retreat of Alaire and others, and information about the capture of the army naturally spread as well.

The news of the defeat inevitably made Bulgar a sad color, but knowing that most of the people's relatives were only captured gave everyone hope. Everyone subconsciously began to raise money and make preparations to redeem their relatives.

Under such circumstances, Jewish loan sharks were very happy to borrow money, and many decent citizens needed to borrow money from them in order to raise enough money to redeem their relatives.

Others directed their anger at the Khan, blaming him for the defeat.

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

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

Many people chanted verses from the Koran in the square, hoping for the mercy of the Khan. People held torches, and it was like a sea of ​​flames.

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

There were only a few guards around him, and Aleph, a close confidant of the Khan, was among them.

"What a beautiful moon."

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

His figure became 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 that I will ransom their families."

After staring at the moonlight for a long time, the Khan suddenly said: This would be a huge blow to the Khanate's finances.

But he must do this. This is his responsibility and the obligation of his rule.

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

Alaire carried out the Khan's orders unconditionally.

Soon after, cheers came one after another as those shouts announced the Khan's command to the troops.

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

"Has Akade been found?"

The 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 out sentries."

"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 fully armed soldiers walked in. The clothes and armor of these soldiers were very old. It was obvious that they had been baptized by the years at a glance, but this could not hide the calluses on their hands for holding weapons and their subconscious fighting spirit.

Standing position.

And their leader was Akade Mosca Dolu.

"Take over the military camp, besiege the palace, and execute it immediately."

Following the loser's command, the soldiers behind him can be divided into two teams and head towards their respective goals.

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

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Chapter completed!