"Come! Heretic of Bulgar! Come and show me your skills on the battlefield."
Looking at the pagan in armor, Meshko did not feel any panic, but felt joy. That was the joy of facing a powerful enemy in reality.
The Polish nobleman pulled out the spear stuck in the mud beside him and pointed it at the Bulgar knight in front of him, as if waiting for him to charge.
The Bulgar did not hesitate. He accepted the invitation and kicked the horse's belly decisively. The well-trained horse galloped forward and rushed towards the Polish people who were waiting for them.
Watching the costumed war horse galloping, Meshko became more and more serious. The fierce battle around him dissipated in his mind, and the only thing that existed was the enemy who was killed.
The horses are galloping, the knights are holding spears, and the two sides are facing each other in a tit-for-tat confrontation. Both sides only have each other in their eyes, and both want to take the other's life.
The confrontation was very short. In just a split second, Meshko's spear hit the opponent's shoulder. The thick armor did not block the fatal blow, and the huge reaction caused the Bulgars to roll down.
Got the war horse.
But just as the spear penetrated the enemy, the armored war horse also hit him and ran over him.
Even though the iron ring protected him, being run over by the war horse made the Polish knight feel shattered. The horse's hoof hit his head. The iron helmet blocked the blow, but it also fell off.
Meshko fell heavily to the ground. At this moment, for some reason, he felt that the world had become quiet. It was also a beautiful thing to die in such tranquility. After death, there would be no troubles or worries.
He who dies in battle with the pagans may ascend to the temple of God.
But then he saw the sky, such a pure and beautiful sky. Under this sky, he felt that the anger he had been filled with since coming to Northeastern Ross dissipated at this moment.
The young Polish knight was unwilling to come to the remote Northeastern Rus', but he wanted to establish a successful career, and his story could only unfold outside of Poland.
He didn't want to rely on his father's protection and remain unknown for the rest of his life, but when the opportunity arose, he decisively seized it.
Meshko still remembers that his father once asked him worriedly whether he could withstand the hardships of pioneering. Although he received a positive answer, he did not see the worry on his father's face dissipate, but instead became heavier.
After setting foot on the road of Northeastern Rus and coming to this land, he realized how ignorant he was due to the hardships he faced.
The incomparable wilderness was unbearable for him, a child who grew up in Krakow, but he endured it forcefully. He could not let others see his weakness.
And as he endured, his anger became more and more serious, and his whole body was like a bomb that would explode at the touch of a touch. In order to relieve the depression in his heart, he could only put everything in faith, which also made himself more and more fanatical.
But at this moment, feeling the tranquil sky, little Meshko felt how ignorant and ignorant he had been.
He also felt sorry. He felt sorry for his comrades for letting them face such a terrible battlefield just for his own selfish desires. He felt sorry for his mother for making her worry so much about him. He felt sorry for his father for not understanding all his painstaking efforts.
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This world is so beautiful and full of so many meaningful things, why haven’t you discovered it? Why should you stick to those trivial things and become indignant?
Yes, I can't die yet. Meshko thought, his desire to live became stronger, and under this strong desire, the knight who had no feeling around him finally felt it, but it was not wonderful.
It was an unforgettable and severe pain, and the pain where he was trampled by the horse's hoof made him almost faint, but he still struggled to sit up - there was only so much he could do now.
There was now a layer of blood-stained sludge on Mieszko's blouse, which made him look disgraced and embarrassed, but he didn't care about this at all, and now was not the time to care about it.
What you can see is still endless melee. Russians, Poles, Hungarians, Bulgars... so many ethnic groups are fighting here. People are constantly falling on the battlefield, and some are still alive.
Rostislav's personal entourage has already joined the battle. This relative is the person Meshko envies the most, but Meshko never shows it.
The prince of Moscow was in such a barbaric land, but he effectively built this place and turned this barbaric land into a truly civilized place. Meshko knew very well that he would never be able to do this.
The addition of the followers caused the Bulgar heavy cavalry to begin to retreat. The Polish knights watched the two followers cooperate, one to contain the enemy, and the other to stand against the carotid artery of the war horse. The Bulgar rider fell to the ground in embarrassment with the war horse.
In the blood-stained soil.
He also saw the shield wall of the Bulgar infantry being knocked open by the Ross heavy cavalry. The spears were broken, the shields were shattered, and the soldiers were defeated. However, they still could not escape the crazy pursuit. The Ross people followed them like the god of death.
The Bolgar riders were shocked by this scene. Some of them were already fleeing. These nobles of the Volga Kingdom had lost their courage in the battle. The leader was injured and fell down. It was only a matter of time before they collapsed.
As for ordinary soldiers, how can they maintain their morale when they see that the nobles are all on the verge of defeat? The Bulgar army can certainly devour Ross's raiding party after they react, but it will take longer now.
Meshko saw that the Bulgar warrior whose shoulder had been pierced by him was helped up by his companions who had surrounded him at some point. The spear shaft that had pierced the shoulder had been cut off, and there were several warriors holding shields on guard around him.
What a pity, he is still an important person, it would be nice if his head could be chopped off.
Just when Mieszko was in such a pity, the warrior who was helped up pointed at the Polish knight who barely sat up, and then a Bulgar warrior came over with a scimitar.
Oh, was it me who was beheaded in the end? Really, when I want to take the right path, I am about to die. God's will is really unpredictable.
Meshko thought this as he watched the Bulgar warriors approaching.
But at the next moment, the Volga warrior's neck was pierced by a sharp arrow, and his body fell down weakly.
Mieszko saw a war horse stop behind him, and the Polish knight looked back with difficulty. What he saw was the smile that once made him extremely disgusted, but now felt so kind.
"Boy, you still need me to save you in the end."
Edward Wessex was riding a horse, holding a curved bow, and while talking, he shot and killed one Bulgar warrior after another who came forward. His posture was so elegant, as if he was not on the battlefield now, but on a hunting ground.