eastern european eagle

Chapter 653 Decisive Battle (Part )

The Arab army on the left suddenly retreated, triggering a chain reaction like a domino effect. Panic quickly spread throughout the Arab army, and the originally tight formation began to loosen. Soldiers dropped their weapons and turned to flee.

When Peter saw the enemy's formation collapse, he immediately ordered the entire army to pursue: "All troops, listen up! Pursue the victory! Don't give the enemy a chance to catch their breath!"

The cavalry led by Iancu rushed into the enemy formation first, using speed and impact to split and surround the retreating Arab soldiers. The cavalry waved their spears and scimitars, and wherever they went, the enemy fell one after another. The Romanian infantry followed closely behind, advancing forward in a dense phalanx. The musketeers and archers provided fire support in the rear, constantly suppressing the Arab soldiers who tried to reorganize their resistance.

Hashim tried to hold his ground, but the situation was out of control. His guards were scattered by the Romanian cavalry, and he was forced to retreat. Iancu's arrow hit his flag, causing confusion in the command department and further exacerbating the panic of the entire army.

The Arab soldiers fled in all directions, many dropping their weapons and taking off their armor just to run faster.

The Romanian army's pursuit was like a violent storm, sweeping across the battlefield. The Arab army's defeat was inevitable, and the soldiers fled in fear. Many even dropped the flags that symbolized their faith, just to escape faster. On the battlefield, dust was flying, and shouts of killing and wailing were intertwined, forming a tragic picture.

Peter rode on his warhorse, grimly scanning the battlefield. He knew that victory was within his grasp, but he did not let down his guard. He turned to his adjutant and said, "Pass the order down. While chasing the enemy, be sure to maintain the formation to prevent the enemy from counterattacking. Also, send out an elite team to find Hashim's whereabouts. Find him alive or dead!"

The adjutant took the order and left, while Peter continued to command the army to move forward. The Romanian soldiers were in high spirits, shouting slogans, waving their weapons, and rushing towards the fleeing enemy like a tiger descending from a mountain. The cavalry led by Iancu was like a man in a deserted place, their spears and scimitars flashed coldly in the sun, and every charge could take the lives of several enemy soldiers.

At the same time, Hashem, under the protection of his personal guards, retreated to the rear with difficulty. His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, but he knew that the most important thing at the moment was to save his life and try to make a comeback. He looked back at the battlefield, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Romanians, I will repay you double for what you have done today!"

However, his escape was not smooth. The Romanian elite squad had already set their sights on him and were chasing him like a hound. Although Hashim's guards fought desperately, their numbers gradually decreased under the fierce attack of the Romanian cavalry. Finally, Hashim was forced into a valley surrounded by steep cliffs, with no way to retreat.

The Romanian cavalry surrounded the valley. Iancu rode to the front and shouted: "Hashim, you have no way to escape! Surrender and you may be able to save your life!"

Hashim stood in the valley with a gloomy face. He knew that he was in a desperate situation, but he did not intend to surrender. He drew his sword and said coldly: "Romanians, do you think you can defeat me like this? Dream on! The people of Allah will never bow to the infidels!"

When Yanku heard Hashim's response, he frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure. He knew that although the enemy in front of him was in a desperate situation, he was still an opponent that could not be underestimated. Hashim's tenacity and faith made him never retreat even in a desperate situation, which made Yanku feel a little admiration, but at the same time, he was more determined to defeat him completely.

“Hashem, your courage is worthy of respect, but war cannot be won by faith alone,” Yanku responded loudly, his voice echoing in the valley. “Your army has been defeated, your soldiers have fled, and continued resistance will only bring more deaths. Surrender, and I can guarantee that you and your men will be treated fairly.”

Hashim sneered, the sword in his hand flashing coldly in the sun. "Justice? The justice of you Romanians is slavery and plunder! I would rather die in battle than surrender to you!" Iancu sighed, knowing that no amount of persuasion would be effective. He raised his hand, signaling the cavalry behind him to prepare for the attack. The Romanian soldiers quickly formed a battle array, with spears and bows aimed at Hashim and his guards in the valley. The air was filled with tension, as if even the wind had stopped blowing.

"In this case, we can only end it with force." Yangku whispered, then waved his hand and ordered, "Attack!"

As the order was issued, the Romanian cavalry rushed into the valley like a tide. Arrows rained down on Hashem's guards, and their spears flashed the light of death in the sun. Although Hashem's guards were few in number, they still fought desperately. They shouted slogans of faith and brandished weapons to fight with the Romanian soldiers.

Hashim stood in the center of the battlefield, swinging his sword like the wind, and every swing of the sword could repel an enemy. There was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, and he did not retreat even when facing enemies that were several times his number. However, as time went on, the number of the guards became fewer and fewer, and Hashim's physical strength was gradually exhausted.

At this moment, an arrow suddenly hit Hashim's shoulder. He groaned and the sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. The Romanian soldiers immediately seized the opportunity and approached him. Hashim gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to swing his sword, but his movements were obviously much slower.

Ianku stood on horseback at the edge of the battlefield, watching all this coldly. He knew that Hashem's resistance was coming to an end and victory was just around the corner.

Finally, all of Hashim's guards fell, leaving him alone in the center of the battlefield. He was wounded in many places, and his robe was stained with blood, but he still held his sword tightly and stared at the enemy in front of him with a firm gaze.

"Hashim, it's over." Yanku rode up to him and said in a low and calm voice, "Put down your weapons. You have nowhere to go."

Hashim raised his head, his eyes full of hatred and unwillingness. He slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Yanku, his voice hoarse but still firm: "Infidels, you can take my life, but you can never take my faith! Allah will avenge me!"

After saying this, he used up his last bit of strength and rushed towards Yanku. However, his movements were too slow, and Yanku easily avoided his attack and then stabbed Hashim in the chest with his sword.

Hashim's body trembled slightly, and then slowly fell down. His eyes gradually became blurred, but a smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth. He murmured in a low voice: "Allah... I'm coming..."

Yanku stood beside Hashim's body and was silent for a moment. He looked down at his former enemy. Although they had different beliefs, he still admired him.

"He is a worthy opponent. Bring him back to your majesty." The soldiers nodded and began to clean up the battlefield. Yanku rode out of the valley and headed towards the battlefield in the distance. There was another war waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)