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Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Breaking off before the battle

"Radko, you are really risking your life today."

Anton ignored the scene of fighting for the dead man's gold, silver and jewelry, but walked aside and pulled up Radko.

The mercenary is now in quite a mess, covered in sewage and blood, but fortunately, he seems to be in no serious condition.

"Can I still continue to fight?"

Anton asked with concern, and there was a hint of gratitude in his words. If it weren't for the mercenary, he would be dead.

He thought that his ability was enough to deal with the arrogant Prince Bulgar, but he didn't expect that man to be so strong. If Radko hadn't cooperated, he wouldn't have been able to fight him.

"It's just a punch in the nose. I've experienced worse things than this, it's nothing."

Radko said nonchalantly, and then he found Selim's gorgeous scimitar and held it in his hand. His own knife had long since sunk in the water and disappeared somewhere.

Due to Selim's fall, the nearby Bulgars were greatly reduced in strength due to the death of their leader, and then they all retreated, allowing Anton and Radko to take a breather.

The fourth son of the Serikhov family looked at the battlefield and saw a large number of troops passing by on the three pontoon bridges that were still intact. Rostislav had been investing more troops here.

From time to time, falling rocks hit the river between the pontoons, causing bursts of water to wet the soldiers passing by, but the soldiers still moved forward without fear.

After solving the surprise attack on the Bulgar fleet, the morale of the Russians on both sides of the river was boosted. They all believed that they would win next.

Although, anyone who can observe the overall battle will not say this, because although the assault fleet has been solved, the Bulgars are still investing troops on the east coast front, and the Russians are too slow to support them.

Already...

On the pontoon where they were, the Rurik trident and cross had been raised on the galley that hit the pontoon, announcing to the people who was the winner.

"The battle has finally slowed down. Next, as long as we defeat the last Bulgars in front of us, our way back will be completely safe, but we have to chop off this guy's head first."

Anton said with murderous intent, and just when he was about to draw his sword and step forward, a cry of killing suddenly came into his ears.

I saw a group of Bulgars wearing iron armor rushing towards them in a desperate manner. They relied entirely on their armor to resist the attacks, and the armor did their duty. The swords in their hands blocked each one.

Killed by passers-by.

These were Selim's guards, who had previously been scattered and fighting as the core of the Bulgar commandos. They were only now aware of their master's death.

As guards, they understand that they must retrieve their master's bones and must die for it. Otherwise, if they lose their master and survive, Aqad Khan will not let them go, and even their families will suffer because of this.

Be affected.

"Can we continue?"

Anton smiled as he looked at the dozens of people rushing toward him without their lives.

Then he drove away the people who were robbing the gold and silver. He first cut off Selim's head and tied it around his waist. Then he asked Radko.

At this moment, the Bulgars were about to kill them. Radko was not in a hurry and just said a word.

"certainly."

Just as the two of them were talking like this, a group of mercenaries had gathered behind them. Then, the two of them raised their swords and rushed towards the last remaining soldiers.

When Selim's last viable soldiers were facing the slaughter, something happened that Rostislav did not expect on the frontal battlefield.

The commander of Madame Rostov, Sasha Saniavych Kurkanta, was beheaded by the Bulgar heavy cavalry, and his head was now placed on a pike by the Bulgars.

The commander's death left the Rostovs in a state of turmoil. They had already been strong under the Bulgar army, but now the situation has become even more uneasy and their morale has been shaken.

"Damn it! Why did that bastard Sasha go to the front line? Why is he in that place?"

Looking at that scene, Rostislav couldn't help but cursed angrily. He knew very well how much this guy Sasha weighed. This guy was not as smart as his father, and he didn't have any extraordinary force. He had always been beaten by Rostislav.

Slavs are considered a waste.

But why did this loser go to the front line? And his head was chopped off?

No one can give the prince an answer. Everyone is silent now, for fear of attracting the prince's attention and getting a roar.

Sasha's people will inevitably cause Mrs. Rostov to waver, and if they waver, it may even shake the entire front that was finally stabilized.

"Gvalan, let the janissaries lead the city militia. The situation must be stabilized."

With no other choice, Rostislav had no choice but to bring out his base troops, the personal soldiers and the city militia, which were the core of his army.

But it still takes time for this force to reach the east coast, not to mention that the pontoon bridge is now crowded with scattered troops crossing the bridge. Rostislav’s original intention was to send these people up to be used as cannon fodder, but now these people have become self-inflicted

The hindrance of military strength.

"God, bless me and let me win this victory."

In the end, the Prince of Moscow could only pray silently in his heart, praying that the troops on the east bank could hold on for a while longer before the main force arrived smoothly.

At the same time, he was still praying, praying that the fleet downstream was approaching...

And as if God heard his prayer, Rostislav suddenly discovered that the Bulgar army, which was putting increasing pressure on Mrs. Rostov, suddenly shifted the focus of its attack.

This undoubtedly allowed Mrs. Rostov to relax, and the front gradually recovered with the continuous flow of new soldiers on the bridge, and the front was rebuilt.

But after seeing clearly the new focus of the Bulgars' attack, Rostislav's heart immediately tightened.

"Adam! What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Because in the direction where the Bulgars were besieging, the flag of the Bulgar fire-breathing dragon had been erected at some point, which undoubtedly indicated the location of one of the two commanders of the Winter Army.

As the biggest sign and main purpose of Rostislav's invasion of Bulgar, Adam's importance to the Winter Army is naturally self-evident.

Without him, the Rus' rule in the areas they have already occupied will be severely hampered, and they may even be forced to retreat - after all, there is no excuse for war.

This is why the Bulgars immediately went to kill Adam with their army after seeing where he was. If the boy is eliminated, the war may be over!

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