king of ros

Chapter 287
In front of Meshko was a crumbling "bridge" made up of broken driftwood, broken ships of all sizes, and fishing nets.

Such a "bridge" is too dangerous, and normal people would never dare to cross it, but here are all soldiers 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 these pontoon bridges, and took a sword to kill the galley that was entangled in driftwood and fishing nets.

The generals were so brave, and the subordinates of the Polish knights naturally followed them bravely. They bravely "crossed the bridge" afterwards, even if there were stones thrown around them from time to time, causing tall water splashes, they were not afraid at all.

The Bulgars on the ship naturally noticed these enemies, and they immediately paid attention to them. Now they can still deal with these sporadic enemies who climbed onto the ship, but if that group of menacing guys came up, it would be completely different.

Amidst those panicked shouts, at last a group of archers under cover went to the nearest shooting platform and fired at the Poles.

Myshko raised his shield, and the arrows followed at that moment, but even if he didn't raise his shield, it was nothing. The armor of the Polish knight was enough to block the arrows, but Myshko didn't like the fact that the arrows stuck in his body. Feel.

At the moment when the Polish knight put down his shield, suddenly a Bulgar longboat slammed into the pontoon in front of him.

The pontoon bridge was directly broken, and Meshko was almost thrown off the boat due to the aftermath of the impact. The Poles took a closer look, only to find that the long boat was full of Bulgar soldiers, and these things were rushing towards him bravely.

The shield was raised for the scimitar of the man in the visor, and then little Myshko kicked the fellow into the water, and the armor would carry his master into that abyss.

He is a brave man who dares to wear iron armor on board.

Meshko thought in his heart that basically no one on those ships wore iron armor. After all, if they fell into the water wearing iron armor, it would be impossible to escape, and this gave Meshko an advantage.

"Go! These are cowards who don't even have armor, go! Go and kill them!"

While roaring, Myshko slashed the long sword on the head of the enemy in front of him, and chopped off the whole head.

Myshko's subordinates mustered the greatest courage of the soldiers, and the lord's performance boosted their morale, and then the crowd swept the longship that hit them like a whirlwind.

The storm of blood and swords came very quickly. Relying on the advantage of the armor, the whole deck was covered with blood and death in a short while, and the survivors dived one after another, unwilling to face these killing gods who seemed to come from hell.

Myshko drew his sword from the dead man in front of him, and then he saw a rocket from a ballista hit the sail of their longship, which immediately burst into flames.

Meshko then looked around and saw that the vicinity had completely turned into a world of blood and fire. Some Bulgar warships were burning, but no one was in charge of putting out the fire. The world of composition is going on, and every moment someone falls into the water, and every moment someone dies.

Myshko's subordinates all looked to their leader, they were waiting for orders, and Meshko did not disappoint these people.

"God bless the brave! Come with me! Let's take down that galley!"

Meshko was immersed in the frenzy of fighting. He hadn't felt this way for many years, and now this feeling finally came back, and he would not let it go.

"Yes!"

Then, the storm swept towards the Bulgar ship.

"Hey, Myshko is fierce enough. It reminds me of how he charged the Bulgar heavy cavalry back then. I thought he wouldn't be so reckless after that, but I didn't expect that he would still be so crazy after all. what."

Rostislav watched Meshko's heroic figure in battle from the high platform, and thought of some past scenes in his mind.

At that time, Meshko was full of hostility, so the battle was extremely crazy.

Since then, he has rarely seen Meshko like this, and now he can see him again, and he can't help feeling extremely emotional.

Obviously, the form of Meshko's side no longer needs to be concerned, and those Bulgars can't beat the Poles.

"My lord Rostislav, what should I do with the warship in the middle of the river?"

Robert, who came up specifically to ask Rostislav for instructions, asked that the largest galley obviously had an important Bulgar general on board, 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 release its ability to attack."

Of course, Rostislav heard what the Germanic engineer meant, and he gave an order very decisively. The battle is still going on in front of him, and he must go all out in every place, and there must be no slack, so don't Think of something good.

"As ordered!"

The engineer immediately went to carry out the maharaja's order.

And on the solitary galley that crashed through the pontoon, Selim looked at the situation in front of him, and his always relaxed face finally showed tension.

He thought that no matter what, the fleet would be able to successfully destroy the pontoon bridge of the Ross people, cut off the retreat of those Ross people, and successfully eat these guys, but now the situation has developed into an extremely embarrassing situation.

He is now floating on the river alone in a boat, and the fleet is blocked by the first pontoon bridge. Now it is really impossible to advance or retreat.

And there were arrows shooting at them from all directions. Selim saw with his own eyes that after a ballista rocket hit the deck, the sailors who were rushing to put out the fire were shot dead on the way. Fortunately, others immediately replaced him. The location put out that flame.

Most of the people hid behind the baffle, and those who dared to show their heads to fight back died. Even the slaves in the cabin lowered their heads subconsciously, for fear that arrows would hit them, and the supervisor who usually swaggered and killed them did not care. Nothing more, but lowered his head like a slave.

"Master Selim, should we go directly to the beach? After we go to the beach, we can fight a bloody path. This is the only way we can get back to our own front line."

The captain didn't know when he came to Selim's side and made a suggestion to him. At the same time, this was the only feasible solution for them at the moment.

And his heart is sighing, it seems that he has to say goodbye to his good buddy, this is a general who is incompetent and exhausts the whole army.

"Chongtan, it's not a waste of this boat."

But Selim's words stunned the captain, and there was a hint of madness in the words.

"Instead of doing that, it's better to make this ship worthless, captain, immediately crash into the pontoon in front of us, and then we will all kill it!"

Selim is not a waste, he really messed up his father's strategy, even though he is sure to die now, but he has to do something to make up for it.

Otherwise, with his father's character, even if he survived a narrow escape, it would not be easy.

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(End of this chapter)