Radko, today was a real fight to the death.
Anton ignored the scene of people scrambling for the dead men's gold, silver, and jewels, and instead walked over to help Radko up.
The mercenary was quite dishevelled now, covered in sewage and blood, but thankfully, he seemed to be unharmed.
Can you still fight?
Anton asked with concern, a hint of gratitude in his voice; if not for the mercenary, he would have been dead for sure.
He had initially thought his own ability was enough to deal with that arrogant Bulgar Prince, but he hadn't expected that person to be so strong; if Radko hadn't cooperated, he wouldn't have lasted more than a few moves against him.
I just got a punch on the nose; I've been through worse than this, it's nothing.
Radko said indifferently, then he found Selim's ornate scimitar and gripped it in his hand; his own sword had long since sunk into the water, he didn't know where it went.
With Selim's fall, the nearby Bulgars' fighting strength greatly diminished due to their leader's death, and they then retreated one after another, allowing Anton and Radko to catch their breath for a while.
The fourth son of The Sherikhov Family looked at the battlefield, only to see a large number of troops passing over the three still-intact pontoon bridges; Rostislav had been continuously sending more troops over to this side.
Occasionally, falling rocks would smash into the river between the pontoon bridges, splashing water and drenching the passing soldiers, but the soldiers still advanced fearlessly.
After resolving the attacking Bulgar fleet, the morale of the Slavic people on both the East Bank and West Bank was greatly boosted; they all believed that victory was now certain for them.
However, anyone who could observe the entire battle would not say this, because although the assault fleet had been dealt with, the Bulgars were still continuously sending troops to the East Bank's front line, and the Slavic people's support speed was too slow…
And on the pontoon bridge where they were, the Rurik Trident and a cross had already been raised on the paddle-sailing ship that had crashed into the pontoon bridge, announcing to everyone who the victor was.
The battle has finally eased up; next, as long as we defeat these last Bulgars in front of us, our rear will be completely safe, but first, we need to chop off this guy's head.
Anton said with killing intent, and just as he was about to draw his sword and advance, a sudden cry of battle entered his ears.
A group of iron-armored Bulgars were charging forward with a suicidal attitude; they completely relied on their armor to withstand the attacks, and the armor indeed fulfilled its duty, while the swords in their hands killed everyone in their way.
These were Selim's Druzhina; previously, these individuals had been scattered as the core of the Bulgar assault team, fighting all around; they had only just noticed their master's death.
As guards, they understood that they must retrieve their master's remains; they must die for this, otherwise, if they abandoned their master and survived, Akad Khan would not spare them, and even their families would be affected.
Can you still continue?
Anton looked at the dozens of people charging forward suicidally and chuckled.
Then he drove away those who were plundering gold and silver, first cut off Selim's head, tied it to his waist, and then he asked Radko.
At this moment, the Bulgars were almost upon them, and Radko, unhurried, simply said one thing.
Of course.
As the two spoke, a group of mercenaries had gathered behind them at some unknown point; then, the two raised their swords and charged towards these last remnants of the enemy.
When Selim's last remaining combat-ready troops faced slaughter, something unexpected happened on the main battlefield, something Rostislav had not anticipated.
The commander of the Rostov people, Sasha Sanyavich Kurkanta, had his head cut off by Bulgar heavy cavalry; his head was now impaled on a spear by the Bulgars.
The death of the commander caused the Rostov people to waver; they were already barely holding on against the Bulgar Army, and now the situation became even more unstable, and their morale began to falter.
Damn it! Why did that bastard Sasha run to the front line? How did he end up in that place?
Watching that scene, Rostislav couldn't help but curse; he was very clear about Sasha's capabilities; this guy was not as smart as his father, nor did he possess extraordinary martial prowess, and had always been regarded as a good-for-nothing by Rostislav.
But why did this good-for-nothing run to the front line? And get his head cut off?
No one could answer the Prince; everyone was silent now, afraid of attracting the Prince's attention and receiving a furious roar.
Sasha's death would inevitably lead to the wavering of the Rostov people, and if they wavered, it could even cause the entire front line, which had been stabilized with great difficulty, to waver as well.
Gvaran, have the Druzhina lead the citizen militia forward; the situation must be stabilized.
There was no other way; Rostislav had no choice but to bring out his last resort troops: his Druzhina combined with the citizen militia, which was the core of his army's core.
However, it would still take time for this unit to reach the East Bank, not to mention that the pontoon bridges were currently crowded with scattered troops crossing; Rostislav's original intention was to send these people up as cannon fodder, but now these people had become an obstacle to his deployment of forces.
God, bless me, grant me this victory.
Finally, the Moscow Prince could only pray silently in his heart, praying that the East Bank forces would hold on a little longer before the main force arrived smoothly.
At the same time, he was also praying that the fleet downstream had already approached…
And as if God had heard his prayer, Rostislav suddenly noticed that the Bulgar Army, which had been intensifying pressure on the Rostov people, suddenly shifted its offensive focus.
This undoubtedly allowed the Rostov people to recover, and the front line gradually recovered with the continuous influx of new recruits from the bridge, allowing the battle line to be rebuilt.
But after clearly seeing the Bulgars' new offensive focus, Rostislav's heart immediately tightened.
Adam! What are you doing, you rascal! Are you insane?
Because in the direction where the Bulgars were attacking, the banner of the Bulgar Fire Dragon had been raised at some unknown point, which undoubtedly indicated the location of one of the two commanders of the Winter Army.
As Rostislav's biggest trump card and main objective in invading Bulgar, Adam's importance to the Winter Army was naturally self-evident.
Without him, the Slavic people's rule over the areas they had already occupied would be severely hindered, and they might even be forced to retreat—after all, there would no longer be a pretext for war.
This was also why the Bulgars immediately sent their army to kill that boy after seeing Adam's location; if they eliminated him, this war might just end!
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