Facing the ambush of Chude Camp, the pursuing Bulgars were beaten in a very embarrassed manner.
The Chud battalion was originally a troop composed of Chud slaves from Rostislav, but now it has become an elite force under his command, composed of Finno-Ugric people who are willing to submit to the prince of Rus.
They are proficient in combat in the forest and can be said to be the best jungle guerrilla fighters.
What the Bulgars are facing now is the attack of these jungle warriors. When the heavily armored cavalry and infantry least expect it, deadly javelins will fly out from the trees, shrubs, and even around them, easily breaking through the armor and delivering fatal blows.
blow.
From time to time, soldiers who were slightly separated from the group suddenly disappeared, and the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was not known whether they were dead or what happened.
Soldiers from the Chu De camp would sometimes rush out of their hiding places like thunder, and then disappear again after a fierce attack. Each such fight would always take away several names and leave several wounded soldiers.
There were even cavalrymen whose heads were suddenly caught by a noose that came from nowhere. Immediately, the god of death strangled him ruthlessly. In front of everyone, the nobleman of Bulgar was hung up like this, kicked to death in front of everyone, and then his body
It hit the ground hard.
With one blow after another, the enemy dropped more and more corpses, but they killed not many Chude camp soldiers.
Bulgar's pursuing troops finally became disheartened. The first deserter appeared, and the second and third appeared even faster. The original hunters were now prey that fled in panic.
The wounded soldiers were just thrown on the ground. No matter how they begged their comrades to take them away, no one cared.
After the enemy fled, the soldiers of Chude Camp also came out of their hiding places and spontaneously and orderly executed the wounded soldiers who failed to escape.
Most of them wear camouflage uniforms that look like turf. Underneath the camouflage uniforms are iron armor and armed clothing. They also carry a variety of weapons. They are essentially skirmishers, and they can use whatever weapons are convenient for each person.
After executing the wounded soldiers, everyone did not launch a pursuit. Instead, they began to retreat in an orderly manner after a brief exchange.
They knew very well that the current victory was achieved by taking advantage of this hidden environment. If they fought openly and openly, they would definitely be defeated.
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"So, you just left your comrades and fled back."
In the assault battlefield just now, the atmosphere of the battlefield has lost a lot due to the arrangement by servants and soldiers. The corpses were gathered in an orderly manner and put into the dug pit. The imam accompanying the army was performing a simple funeral for the dead.
Except for the most basic clothing and noble nobles, all the clothes, armor and property they had with them were taken off, and then they were either taken away by the soldiers who needed them or put into the pockets of the officers.
It was under such a scene that the trembling leader of the pursuit force looked at Akade, waiting for his scolding.
This leader was a nobleman in Bulgar City who had studied in a religious school in Bulgar. The family wanted him to go out to fight this time just to let him see the battlefield and add luster to his resume, so they gave him money to become a junior officer.
He originally thought that his career in the battlefield would be as beautiful and magnificent as poetry. The pagans would fall apart before the army of Allah. The spear leading the soldiers made him feel majestic. He felt like a hero in a Greek epic or something.
The prophet's invincible warriors during the Arab conquests.
But the failure he encountered now told him what the cruel reality is.
He watched with his own eyes a fellow countryman being hung up like a dead pig by a pagan's noose right in front of him. He still remembered that yesterday this man was still showing off how beautiful the body of the Ross girl who was accidentally covered to death by him was, and now
But he died like this without any glory.
Therefore, he now stands in front of Akkad without saying a word. The failure has made the nobles who were once full of confidence no longer able to find that confidence, and they are unable and unwilling to explain the tragic failure.
Seeing the useless look of his subordinate, Akade was really angry. He waved his horsewhip and hit the man on the face, drawing out a bloody trace.
"Lord Akade, I think this is enough. Now is not the time to severely punish the soldiers. What we should do now is to reach Kashin as soon as possible."
Allaire's voice sounded, but his voice was calm because he was just performing his duties. As for this failure, he didn't take it seriously. He had fought many battles.
, he had experienced more tragic things than this several times in his horseback career.
"Alaire, are you happy now?"
Abruptly, Akkad suddenly said this. Everyone could feel the anger contained in his words. Alaire's routine and correct admonition, under the blessing of his cold voice, Akkad felt that it was
It's a mockery, a mockery of him.
This was the first time for Akade of the Dulu family to suffer such a degree of defeat, and he failed in front of so many people. Although the entire army did not collapse, it was too insulting to be attacked by the enemy and have the enemy retreat completely.
So he said this now, in other words, he broke through the defense and started biting everywhere.
"Of course I will not be happy about Bulgar's failure. Lord Akade, your worries are really unnecessary, but I think the most important thing now is to reorganize the army, rather than wondering who is laughing at you.
matter."
Allaire's tone was still so cold, but it carried a hint of threat and warning.
His hand rested on the handle of the scimitar, and his fingers rubbed against the ruby. If this careerist wanted to express his anger at him at this moment, he would just draw his sword and chop it off. He would not have the chance to deal with the potential usurper.
will be missed.
Fortunately, Akade is a seasoned politician after all, rather than a nobleman ruled by emotions. Alaire's words pulled him out of his emotions.
Akade looked around without any trace, and what he saw were countless strange looks. Soldiers without armor or even wearing armed uniforms looked at him like this. They had thrown countless cheers at him, and nobles and heavy riders looked at him like this.
These people had pledged their support to him. The imam accompanying the army looked at him like this. They had pledged their support to the legalists.
Akade senses trouble, and what follows is blame on himself. Although he will not lose the support of these people, after this time, many of them are afraid that they will waver...
"I made a mistake... After everyone has packed up everything and returned to their respective teams, you can return to your posts. I don't want to see the next failure."
The commander-in-chief of the army could only say this in the end, and then left silently. His last words were addressed to the Bulgar officer who bowed his head. As he spoke, everyone gradually dispersed, busy with their own work.