In front of Mieszko is a shaky "bridge" composed of broken driftwood, broken boats of various sizes, and fishing nets.
Such a "bridge" is too dangerous, and normal people would never dare to cross it, but the people here are all warriors with their heads tied around their necks.
Facing the dilapidated "bridges" in front of him, Meshko did not show any fear. He bravely stepped across the pontoons and attacked the galley that was entangled in driftwood and fishing nets with his sword.
The generals were so brave, so naturally the subordinates of the Polish knights also followed bravely. They bravely "crossed the bridge" behind them, and they were not afraid at all even if stones were thrown around them from time to time and caused high splashes of water.
The Bulgars on the ship naturally noticed these enemies, and they immediately paid attention to them. Now they can still deal with these enemies who climbed onto the ship sporadically, but if that group of menacing guys came up, it would be completely different.
Amid those panicked shouts, a group of archers finally went to the nearest shooting stand under cover and shot at the Poles.
Mieszko raised his shield, and arrows followed at that moment, but even if he didn't raise his shield, it didn't matter. The Polish knight's armor was enough to block the arrows, but Mieszko didn't like the arrows stuck in his body.
Feel.
At the moment when the Polish knight lowered his shield, suddenly a Bulgar longship slammed into the pontoon in front of him.
The pontoon was directly broken, and Mieszko was almost thrown off the boat due to the aftermath of the impact. When the Poles took a closer look, they realized that the long boat was full of Bulgar soldiers, and these things were rushing towards him bravely.
He raised his shield and acted as the scimitar of the man wearing the helmet. Then little Meshko kicked the guy into the water. The armor would then lead his master into the abyss.
He is a brave man who dares to wear iron armor and get on the ship.
Meshko thought in his heart that almost no one on those ships wore iron armor. After all, if he fell into the water wearing iron armor, it would be impossible to escape, and this gave Meshko an advantage.
"Go forward! These are cowards who don't even have armor, go forward! Go kill them!"
While Meshko roared, he slashed his sword on the head of the enemy in front of him, cutting off the entire head.
Mieszko's men summoned up the greatest courage of the soldiers, and the lord's performance boosted their morale. Then, like a whirlwind, the crowd swept over the longship that crashed in front of them.
The storm of blood and swords came very quickly. Taking advantage of the armor, the entire deck was covered with blood and death in a short time, while the survivors jumped into the water one after another, unwilling to face these murderous gods who seemed to come from hell.
Mieszko pulled his sword from the dead man in front of him, and then he saw a rocket fired from a ballista hit the sail of the longship they were on, and the sail immediately burst into flames.
Meshko then looked around and saw that the surrounding area had completely turned into a world of blood and fire. Some Bulgar warships were burning, but no one bothered to put out the fire. The fighting was taking place among the ruined ships and abandoned bridges.
The world being formed goes on, and every moment someone falls into the water, and every moment someone dies.
Meshko's men all looked at their leader, they were waiting for orders, and Meshko did not disappoint these people.
"God bless the brave! Come with me! Let us take down the galley!"
Meshko was immersed in the fever of fighting. He had not felt this way for many years, but now that this feeling finally came back, he would not let it go.
"yes!"
Then, the storm swept towards Bulgar's ship.
"Oh, Meshko is so fierce. It reminds me of the way he charged at the Bulgar heavy cavalry. I thought he would not be so reckless after that, but I didn't expect that he would still be so crazy when fighting.
ah."
Rostislav watched Meshko's heroic fighting form from the high platform, and thought of some scenes from the past in his mind.
At that time, Mieszko's whole person was full of hostility, so he fought extremely frantically.
Since then, he had rarely seen Meshko like this, and now that he could see him again, he couldn't help but feel extremely emotional.
It was obvious that the situation on Mieszko's side no longer required attention, and those Bulgars could not defeat the Poles.
"Lord Rostislav, please tell me what to do with the warship in the middle of the river."
Robert, who came up specifically to consult Rostislav, asked. There were obviously important Bulgar generals on the largest galley, so he asked this question. The prince might want to capture such a person.
"To get rid of that ship, I don't need any prisoners. The most important thing now is to remove its ability to attack."
Of course Rostislav heard what the German engineer meant, and he gave the order very decisively. The battle in front of him was still in progress. He must go all out in every place and must not relax in any way, so he did not
Think of something good.
"As you command!"
The engineer immediately went to carry out the prince's order.
On the lone galley that smashed through the pontoon, Selim looked at the situation in front of him, and his always leisurely and content face finally showed tension.
He thought that no matter what, the fleet could successfully destroy the Russian pontoon bridge, cut off the Russians' retreat, and successfully eat these guys, but now the situation has developed into an extremely embarrassing situation.
He is now a lonely ship floating on the river. The fleet is blocked by the first pontoon bridge. Now it is really impossible to advance or retreat.
And arrows were shooting at them from all directions. Selim saw with his own eyes that after a ballista rocket hit the deck, the sailor who rushed to put out the fire was shot to death on the road. Fortunately, others immediately took his place.
The position extinguished the flame.
Most people hid behind the baffles, and those who dared to show their faces to fight back were killed. Even the slaves in the cabin lowered their heads subconsciously, for fear of being hit by arrows, and the supervisors who usually arrogantly took over their lives and killed them did not care.
Nothing more, just lowering his head like a slave.
"Sir Selim, do we want to go directly to the beach? After we go to the beach, we have to fight our way out. This is the only way we can get back to our own front."
The captain didn't know when he came to Selim and made suggestions to him. At the same time, this was their only feasible plan at the moment.
And he was sighing in his heart. It seemed that he had to say goodbye to his good friend. This was an incompetent general who exhausted the entire army.
"Washing on the beach, it would be a waste of the boat."
But Selim's words stunned the captain, and there was a hint of madness in them.
"Instead of that, it's better to make this ship worthless. Captain, immediately hit the pontoon in front of us, and then kill us all!"
Selim is not a waste. He really messed up his father's strategy. Although he is certain to die now, he still has to do something to make up for it.
Otherwise, given his father's character, even if he narrowly escapes death, he will not be easy off.