Edward did not arrive alone. There were a large number of Hungarian horse archers behind him. All the soldiers were covered in blood, obviously having experienced a hard battle.
The Hungarian nobles rushed forward wearing steppe-style heavy armor. They kept bending their bows and drawing arrows until the moment before the battle, and finally drew their swords to fight.
"Boy, you've made yourself really embarrassed."
As Edward spoke, he got off his horse, made sure that the Polish knight was in good health, and helped him stand up.
"Ahem, thank you very much this time."
If it were Mieszko in the past, he would never show any impatience there, but now his words are full of humility and gratitude, and he is still sincerely humble and grateful.
Meshko's injuries have eased a lot. Although the pain in those parts is still excruciating, he can walk and ride horses without problems.
"It's strange that you kid can do this."
Edward was surprised at first, and then said to him in a normal teasing tone. But looking at those serious eyes, Edward stopped what he was saying. There is a limit to teasing, and it would be disrespectful to say more.
As someone who was forced to leave his hometown, Edward knew very well what it was like to be an exile. He had also experienced it, but in the end he overcame it with time.
He originally thought that the Piast descendant still had many years of training, but now it seems that this battle has completely changed him. He is not surprised by this, the battlefield is always the most transformable place for people.
Edward's men brought the war horses, and Meshko climbed up a little feebly. Looking at him like that, Edward knew that he had decided that he could no longer fight, so he couldn't help but give orders. Although the child had changed, he was still afraid of the child.
I really went crazy and fought again.
"Have a good rest. I guess my nephew will blow the trumpet and retreat in a while."
Watching the fighting all around with vigilance, Edward said that the nearby Bulgar troops were in disarray and it was a good time to retreat.
Just when Edward said this, a deafening horn sounded, which conveyed only one signal - retreat.
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Watching Edward rescue Meshko from a distance, Rostislav couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, which is why he asked his subordinates to blow the retreat horn.
Just now he led his men into a group of Bulgar archers. This group of guys had been dropping arrows indiscriminately before, causing considerable casualties to both sides. Now Rostislav finally found them.
Thinking of those comrades who died under cold arrows, everyone treated these archers very cruelly. They used all their strength when the swords were struck. Their heads were split open and their limbs were cut off. The archers raised their bows and arrows to try.
He blocked the fierce attack, but the result was that the bow and arrow would also break.
"Withdraw! Withdraw! Hurry up!"
Amidst the sound of the horn, Rostislav loudly shouted to retreat. Except for a very small number of cavalry who were already immersed in the killing, most of them began to run towards the predetermined position according to the plan.
The archers in the forest on both sides bent their bows and arrows as fast as they could, throwing arrows into the battlefield as best they could, delaying the enemy's reorganization and pursuit.
The crossbowmen who had been hiding even stood up. Under the fierce crossbow arrows, even the officers and warriors wearing heavy armor had to fall. The fall of these command nodes undoubtedly made the Bulgars more chaotic.
It was in this chaos that Ross's raiding party retreated unscathed. They even collected the bodies of the wounded and comrades as much as possible, and retreated with victory and glory.
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The broken sunlight shone on the land after the war. A large number of corpses were spread on the battlefield. The wounded screamed at the top of their lungs. Broken cloth strips and armor were everywhere, which could hardly reflect their former glory.
The brave warriors were now reduced to corpses, and the thick smell of rust filled the air. The dejected survivors sat or lay down, thanking their respective gods for the rest of their lives.
Many scattered soldiers restored order under the beatings and scoldings of officers and samurai, but this could not change their low morale. Everyone hung their heads and looked dejected.
Some bold crows had already landed among the corpses to feed on the flesh and blood, and then were impatiently chased away by the passing soldiers. For a moment, crow feathers were flying on the battlefield full of corpses.
"It's so cruel."
Surrounded by the horsemen, Akade looked at the bloody battlefield, his face was very ugly, and he couldn't help but murmur.
This was the first time he had seen Bulgar's army encounter such a tragic situation. The casualties in this raid were probably in the thousands.
What was even worse was the blow to morale. So many troops were destroyed by this sudden surprise attack, and there were so many wounded. The situation was really terrible.
What followed was anger. His veteran general for so many years was unexpectedly attacked by a boy and suffered such heavy losses. His subordinates reported their findings, and he was able to know that the Rurik boy was personally present at the battle.
"Huh, this is how fighting is. What I hate most is that that kid didn't die in my hands."
Alaire, with a bandage on his shoulder, rode out from nowhere. He was the Bulgar warrior whose shoulder was pierced by Meshko. However, except for the blood-stained bandage on his shoulder and the painful expression that flashed across his face from time to time,
There was no sign that he was seriously injured.
"Chase! Send someone to chase him immediately!"
Although Alaird's words were plain, they somehow made Akade feel angry in his heart. He actually suffered such a big failure in front of Khan's people!
This anger naturally needed to be vented, so under his order, a group of Bulgar elites hurriedly pursued the fleeing Russians.
Allaire's mouth moved. He wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth. Now was not the time for him to speak.
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"The loss was less than forty, which is very good. This is really a big victory."
At the temporary assembly point of the raiding party, Rostislav counted the casualties, and the result was that the number of killed and seriously injured combined was less than forty.
This stop was not only to count the casualties, but also to reorganize the team, and then they had to flee for their lives.
What's even more gratifying is that most of them are Poles, not his personal followers - this is something that cannot be said.
Everyone was happy, after all, it was such a big win.
The prince noticed some changes in the mood of his relatives, but he could not tell what the changes were. He only felt that Mieszko was not as angry as before, which made Rostislav couldn't help but wonder what happened.
And at the moment when everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, the sounds of fighting came from the forest behind them, but most of them were screams in Bulgarian.
"Tsk, we are indeed chasing them. We still have to retreat quickly. The Chu De camp can only defeat them for a while."
As Rostislav spoke, he called for everyone to get on their horses and return with the victory.