king of ros

Chapter 414
Anwar's death was undoubtedly an accident.

This Orthodox Christian from Persia knows the way of war very well. His experience over the years has made the Persians deeply aware of the importance of command and organization. happened.

According to common sense, it is very difficult for such a commander to be killed in battle. Even if they are defeated, they can escape from the battlefield smoothly, but the development of things is often unreasonable.

The root cause of his death was Rostislav's previous order. Slowing down is easy to say, but in fact he needs to do his best to execute it.

This is a very challenging job for the generals. For this reason, Anwar did not hesitate to turn his guards into a brigade of messengers, letting them wander around the army non-stop to deliver orders.

It can be said that Anwar tried his best to maintain the stability of the situation, and then Rostislav ordered not to retreat.

The previous slow withdrawal order made many Moscow militiamen very depressed, so Anwar knew that they needed to give them some motivation. It wasn't that they couldn't fight, but their morale was low, and nothing could boost morale more than the commander's presence.

The Moscow militia is a force brought out by Rostislav. Anwar knows their strength very well, and they can do it.

In order to quickly fulfill the prince's order, Anwar quickly shuttled between the army formations to convey the prince's order and boost the morale of the soldiers.

Seeing the arrival of the head of Moscow, the fighting spirit of the militia became stronger, and the spears that were slightly drooping before stood upright.

But in this way, it is inevitable to be close to the front line, which is prone to problems. Although he is not afraid of the front line, it is easy to cause problems, and Anwar is stuck here.

When he first arrived at a battle line, when he stepped into their army formation to boost morale, the militiamen there were just retreating.

In front of these militiamen were the wealthy citizens of Chernihiv. The offensive of these rich people was very fierce. The Moscow militiamen in front of them were beaten up and even retreated.

Anwar happened to arrive here at this node, and this withdrawal pushed the Persians to the forefront.

To make matters worse, his guards were dispersed by the militia, so Anwar was pushed to the front line with few people around him, facing Mrs. Chernigo's soldiers.

The commander-in-chief was completely dumbfounded, why was I pushed to the front line all of a sudden?Why are there enemies all of a sudden?

Then there was a siege on all sides. Although the Chernigov militiamen didn't know Anwar, they saw his gorgeous armor and extraordinary temperament, so they scrambled to kill him, like vultures smelling the smell of carrion, trying to kill Persia. Men were dragged from their saddles and beheaded.

But Anwar doesn't run, he takes one look at your retreating militiamen and realizes the need to be on the front line to boost morale and get them back on the line.

If I follow suit, when the chief executive of Moscow runs away, it may cause the chain to collapse. We must contain the situation here!

Although facing a siege, Anwar is not in a panic. His double-headed spear is waving like the wind, and he is as fast as a snake. He gallops in the enemy's formation, and the enemy will be rubbed if he gets close. Injure or even kill.

And if someone rushes forward with a thick armor, then Anwar's guards will try their best to block the enemy and protect the flank of the general manager.

Anwar's figure inspired everyone. In Ross, nothing can restore morale like the bravery of the commander. Those militiamen also returned to the battlefield, and they followed the Persian commander.

But at this moment, an arrow from nowhere pierced the Persian's neck.

His spear dance thus ceased, the Persians muffled, and the Chernigov militiamen, not missing the opportunity, swarmed up, grabbed his thighs, and dragged the troublesome warrior from his horse.

Anwar wanted to call for help, but there was only rust-smelling blood in his mouth, which blocked his throat, and he felt severe pain, and then completely lost meaning.

Chernigov chopped off his head, stuck it on a spear, and then held it up to show off that killing such a warrior was a victory.

Anwar died like this, so random, shot to death by arrows on the battlefield, and then beheaded by the pawns, so random.

And the impact of his death was even greater. When the Moscow militiamen saw the head of the chief executive who had stopped them for more than ten years hung on the spear, their feelings were naturally self-evident.

This is why Gevalan hurried to guard the rear, because he knew the huge impact of Anwar's death. He had to protect the wide open back door of the monastery to prevent the southern army from rushing in here!

"No! I don't believe it! What's going on? Why did it happen all of a sudden!"

Rostislav roared frantically. He watched the Moscow militiamen retreat. He couldn't see Anwar's head from this distance, but he could see the Moscow militiamen retreating more and more embarrassingly.

It won't be long before the situation turns into a rout!
However, in this chaotic situation, there are still people who stand firm, that is, the Smolensk militia. The Smolensk militia commanded by Veshata is nailed to the position like a nail, no matter how many enemies they face. Unyielding.

Rostislav saw his Uncle Veshata commanding his subordinates in the crowd, urging them to stand firm. Several arrows landed on him, but they all bounced off.

The Moscow militia is also increasingly united with the Smolensk people, with the Smolensk militia as the core of operations, but the general trend of retreat and even collapse still seems inevitable.

"Prince, no matter what, don't panic now. If you also panic, then everything will be over. Please give an order, Mr. Rostislav."

Domnar's voice sounded, and Rostislav glanced at the Gaelic and nodded. He was indeed a little lost. As a general, how could he fall into such emotions.

"Fedunkin and Sarnia, who are the closest, must come forward and stabilize the situation. The guards are ready to dispatch. And what about Harald? Send someone to him quickly, I need the Norwegians to mobilize .”

Rostislav forced himself to calm down, and then began to dispatch troops and mobilize the reserve team. Now is the time to use them.

The troops of the two nobles, Fedunkin and Sania, quickly stepped forward. Their soldiers had uneven weapons and different styles of clothing, but they were mainly mixed with various woolen cloth. They belonged to very second-rate soldiers, but they were the closest The best reserve team is them.

Although these troops joined the battle, they did not have the slightest effect on reversing the situation on the battlefield. This was a second-rate force that was used as a reserve by Rostislav.

After being busy for a while, the guards also started to move. Rostislav didn't want to be the first to use the elite reserve team, but now the situation had to change.

Finally, it was the Norwegian side, but Rostislav did not get good news.

"What? Harald is gone? There are only 2000 people left? What's going on? Forget it, don't worry, everyone follow me!"

Rostislav, who was arranging his armor with the help of his attendants, was so surprised that his eyes almost dropped when he heard this. He believed that others fled the battlefield, but Harald ran away?This is absolutely impossible!

"Yes, my lord, it's just gone."

The messenger replied that he could not hide the panic on his face, because he was afraid that the prince would anger him.

And Rostislav didn't bother to think too much. Without Harald, there would be no Harald. The most important thing at present is to reverse the situation of the battle.

But after taking action, there was still a layer of haze in his heart. Did Harald see him fail, so he left?If even this veteran thinks he has failed and leaves, is there any hope for his war?

Once this idea was born, it spread wildly, and it couldn't be dispelled no matter what, so that Rostislav's hand holding the sword fell down.

But the next moment, he knew he was wrong.

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(End of this chapter)