Just when the army turned to besiege Adam's dragon flag, Akkad looked very angry when he saw this scene in the bunker on the ridge of the sandbank. This was the second time he had been so angry.
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Are you all stupid? A kind of bastard who can't distinguish priorities!"
The reason why Akade is so angry is simple. The opportunity to crush the Russians has been presented to them, but these guys have given up!
Damn, what are you doing?
Of course Khan knew that if Adam was killed, the entire war might end like this, but now the battle is still going on, and extremely anxious battles are still going on on all fronts.
Even if Adam is killed, if they suffer a big defeat next, wouldn't it be the same as losing his vitality here? His power comes entirely from the army.
Of course, the big soldiers below must not know and would not care about it even if they knew. After all, nothing can affect them to make a fortune, which makes Akade very helpless.
The most important thing now is to establish victory in the battle on the east coast. If the defeat of the Russian army on the east coast becomes a fait accompli, then Adam's death is likely to be accomplished by the way, killing two birds with one stone.
But now this group of people are all rushing to Adam's location, and the Russian people who were prone to collapse under the pressure are gradually recovering. What a thing! If this continues, the Russian people will recover!
Akade felt like he was almost done with all the anger he had been having during this period today.
First, his son's unauthorized actions ruined his plan. Now, frontline commanders are disobeying orders in droves and giving up the chance to overwhelm the enemy.
Anger is useless in changing the status quo. Akade knows this better than anyone else, so he restrained his anger and made a new decision.
"Jardby, gather my mercenaries, guards, and border cavalry. I will give the Russians a decisive blow."
Khan's order was simple, but everyone got busy immediately, because Khan was about to send out his final reserve team!
Akade's idea is very simple. Since these guys are not going to complete the final blow, he will complete the final blow himself. His reserve team is also his essence. This strength includes the people he spent a lot of money to hire.
The mercenaries who arrived, the loyal border cavalry, the fanatical believers, and the loyal soldiers were enough to kill the Russians at once.
Originally, Khan planned to use this power as a hidden trump card in the end, but now it seems that he must take it out and let the Russians see the existence of this power.
Khan was very unwilling to do this. Now even if they attack and eliminate the enemy forces on the east coast, the Russians still have a strong army. They must have countermeasures after noticing their cavalry.
While the Bulgar reserves were gathering under orders, the battle on Adam's side became more intense and cruel.
After all, so many Bulgars were pressing against Adam, and the number of heavy infantry and heavy cavalry was even more numerous. They all came to kill Adam crazily for Adam's head. Faced with this huge pressure, Adam's Bulgars
The shield wall began to disintegrate.
As the shield wall disintegrated, the Bulgar army naturally came in and the battle turned into a melee.
Adam's Bulgars did not lose their fighting spirit because of the disintegration of the shield wall. They gathered together according to the cross on the shield, faced enemies from all directions back to back, and continued to fight against the enemy resolutely.
Soldiers who also belong to the Bulgar nation started fighting like this. The only thing that could distinguish the two sides was the emblem on the shield. The riders on the war horses took away lives one by one, and the soldiers dragged the riders down and killed them... Death was like
Like shadows, they are everywhere.
Fortunately, soldiers continued to come to the battlefield on the east coast through the pontoon bridge, constantly providing soldiers for the melee, so that Adam's troops still had strong combat effectiveness, and the battle became more cruel.
Just as he promised, Bishop Tiberius led the believers to fight on the chaotic battlefield.
At this moment, he no longer had his usual elegance. He was fighting crazily on the battlefield wearing the armor covered with scriptures, and the fighting scepter in his hand was constantly covered in red and white.
The price he paid for this was that his armor was covered with scratches and many scriptures were stained red with blood, but Bishop Tiberius was not someone who cared about such small details.
His believers and followers were crazy about the bishop's battles. In the eyes of these new converts, the bishop was as powerful as the god of war.
They felt that their choice of conversion was extremely correct, and then they threw themselves into the battle even more fanatically, just like their bishop, who was immersed in the fever of battle.
These people became the mainstay of Adam's army. No matter where they appeared, the morale of the people there would be boosted. After all, nothing can inspire people more than warriors on the battlefield.
"Report, Lord Hussein is dead."
In Adam's formation, he heard about the death of an old subordinate.
Hussein was originally Aleph's attendant, but as he spent more and more time with Adam, he also became one of Adam's closest confidants.
When Adam expanded the Bulgar army, he naturally became a general and Aleph's right-hand man.
I just didn't expect this person to disappear like this...
There was some sadness on Adam's face, but Aleph didn't even have a sad look, because he knew very well that rather than grieving for his subordinates, it was more important to block the possibility of subsequent defeat.
"Master Adam, I have to step forward. Master Vasily, I also ask you to protect Master Adam."
Aleph gave a few simple instructions, and immediately led his troops forward, charging towards the front lines that began to become chaotic due to Hussein's death.
"Hussein is dead..."
Adam was still mumbling about this matter, and suddenly he felt a trace of regret, but this weakness was immediately suppressed absolutely. This is not an emotion that should only be felt on the battlefield.
The Aleph tribe's participation in the war did not change the chaotic battlefield, it just added another factor to the chaos, which only made the chaos more complete.
Suddenly, Vasily seemed very nervous when he took over this task. He kept looking around, observing all possible enemy movements, but unexpectedly he saw an enemy force coming with a strong momentum.
It was a group of Bulgar heavy cavalry. These people were walking across the battlefield like a herd of animals. Anyone who blocked their path would be crushed to death.
And now, this army is coming towards Adam.
"Set up the formation! Set up the formation immediately!"
Vasily quickly pulled over a group of Bulgar spearmen and asked them to stand in line in front of Adam, preparing for the charge. As for the guards behind, they surrounded Adam to prevent any possible impact from affecting him.
But even after doing this, Vasily still felt extremely nervous, because the number of heavy cavalry was too much. These warriors wearing scale armor and armor were like the powerful slave cavalry of the Caliphate on the battlefield.
Sweeping through everything, the only thing that stood in front of them was to be crushed to death.
Vasily regretted why he did not leave a suicide note, and the spearmen in front of him were even more frightened, even the raised spears were trembling.
But luck favored them. Just when Vasily was thinking about how to respond to the enemy, suddenly a huge crossbow arrow hit the galloping cavalry, stirring up a cloud of dust.
It was a pity, but after the dust passed, the cavalry was still moving forward. They stepped over the corpses of their comrades who had been shot in a string without hesitation, ended their lives with their horses' hooves, and continued towards their goal.
Just when Vasily was preparing for the final battle, suddenly a group of cavalry rushed out from the flanks of the Bulgars and crashed directly into them.
The collision between cavalry was a very fierce thing, and in just one moment, countless deaths were caused in an instant. Under the huge impact, no matter what kind of armor, no one could save his life.
However, because the attacking force ran into the Bulgar charging column, their casualties were much less.
As for falling off the horse, the moment the cavalry fell off the horse often meant a tragic death, either being trampled by a war horse or being stabbed to death by a spear.
The screams, the neighing of horses and the sound of cracking bones were all mixed together, and then after both teams stopped with enough dead people, the fighting started immediately, with scimitars, long swords and spears non-stop.
Confrontation.
This newly emerged cavalry team was obviously much more powerful than the Bulgars. They directly pressed the Bulgars from beginning to end and beat them. Their fighting skills were much better than those of the Bulgars. There were many differences between them.
Close cooperation.
People kept falling off their horses because their reins were cut, and some had their heads broken, and most of these people were Bulgars.
These Bulgar cavalry were quickly dispersed, and those who were unwilling to escape were all killed. They all died miserably, either beaten until their brains came out, or trampled to death by the horses.
The nearby Bulgars were driven away by such a scene. After seeing this, who would dare to approach a group of murderous gods and not run away and wait to be killed by them? So the Bulgars ran away quickly, and ran very fast.
Looking at the team, Vasily couldn't help but squint his eyes. The dust raised by the previous cavalry charge made it difficult for him to see the flags of the troops in front, but in his heart, he felt a familiar feeling.
He felt this way throughout the process.
As the dust dispersed, Vasily saw the flag that he was very familiar with, the emblem of St. George slaying the dragon.
The armor of everyone was also worn by those who usually accompanied him, and under that flag there was a person he was extremely familiar with and kind to, a person who was majestic and powerful.