Fortunately, Valin and his group landed on the other side of the sandbar, so neither of the intensely fighting sides noticed their presence, and their subsequent journey went very smoothly.
Therefore, Valin and his group were surprised to find that there were no enemies even when they reached the bunker where Akad had once stayed.
Lying outside the bunker, Valin observed for a while and saw some unarmored servants going in and out of the bunker.
Not far behind the bunker were catapults continuously firing at the battlefield, and the area was full of busy servants. It seemed that they were out of stone projectiles, and people were moving more over, many people were busy there.
"That thing is slaughtering our people."
Valin heard one of his subordinates mutter, and he strongly agreed. This thing that had been slaughtering them had to be dealt with.
After giving his orders, he didn't hesitate, leading his subordinates to shout and kill their way into the bunker. On the other side, those attacking the catapults also made their move.
Valin was the first to charge. The Bulgar people inside were stunned for a moment when he burst out, then looked at them in disbelief, because these people never expected the Rus' to be able to kill their way here. Weren't they supposed to still be fighting fiercely outside?
Moreover, since Akad had already left, most of the people here were unarmored and unarmed servants. The outcome of servants facing such a group of Rus' people charging like wolves and tigers was self-evident.
After a brief and fierce struggle, all the Bulgar people fell before the Rus' swords, and those who were still alive fled.
Because the victory came too easily, Valin stood amidst the corpses and blood in a daze. They hadn't even lost a single person, yet they had captured the command center of the Bulgar Army.
Just as Valin achieved victory, a cheer came from the catapults' side. The attack on the catapults also successfully captured these fire-spitting machines, and then they began to imitate the previous group, using these blood-stained catapults.
To insult the Bulgar people, they even cut off the heads of the dead on the ground and gathered them on one of the catapults.
Then Valin walked into the bunker and stood where Akad Khan had once stood. He then saw the scene of the battlefield, the clash of two great armies, and countless skirmishes.
Valin had experienced many battles, but this was the first time he had overlooked the entire battlefield. He couldn't help but be immersed in this grand scene.
However, he didn't stay immersed for long and quickly woke up. He hadn't forgotten why he was here.
"Immediately pull down the Bulgar banner and replace it with ours!"
His words were accompanied by a flurry of activity, and amidst this flurry, Rurik Trident rose... Accompanying the rising Rurik Trident were rounds of stone projectiles arcing through the sky, striking the unsuspecting Bulgar Army from behind.
The stone projectiles created scenes of utter horror, and many heads rained down among them. Those Bulgar people who were lucky enough to escape looked back in a daze amidst the blood, and then they saw that the original main camp's position was now flying Rurik Trident.
And next to the Trident, there were several severed heads impaled on spears, which was the Rus' displaying their spoils of war.
"God bless, I never thought my gambit would succeed."
Rostislav, who had been constantly watching the ridge, said with great excitement, and he immediately realized what a crucial turning point this was.
"Lord Adam, quickly have your troops shout that the Rus' have reached their rear."
The Moscow Prince quickly said to Adam beside him, and Adam smiled. He knew that victory was now in their hands.
"Good."
Soon, shouts about the Rus' having reached the Bulgar people's rear began to ring out, and Akad, who was on his way to the battlefield, naturally heard these sounds.
Bulgar Khan's first reaction to this was absurdity. Were these Rus' out of tricks? To actually use such a clumsy trick to try and salvage the battle, when all they needed to do was look back... look...
When Akad looked back, he saw that where he had commanded his army, the Rus' Trident and cross were now flying, indicating that the area had been occupied by the Rus', and there were many Rus' soldiers flaunting their power next to the banner.
And as they flaunted, another round of stone projectiles crashed into the Bulgar people's lines. This was another bloody scene, with bone-cracking sounds and screams mixing together, continuously playing the music of death, which made the Bulgar people even more terrified.
"How is this possible, how is this possible!"
Akad couldn't help but become exasperated. The Bulgar soldiers were even more panicked. The entire battlefield was like this. Seeing the Rus' banner flying over their former command center behind them, and being attacked by the very stone projectiles that were originally meant for the Rus', everyone's panic was self-evident. The Bulgar Army became agitated.
And the agitation of the Bulgar people was the exhilaration of the Rus'. Seeing their banner flying in the enemy's main camp, everyone believed that victory was at hand!
"Blow the horn, it's time for a general assault."
After saying this, Rostislav and Adam began their charge together. Their elites followed behind them, and a grand offensive had fully begun.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Looking at his army, where some deserters had already begun to appear, Akad couldn't help but continuously murmur these words. The situation now was truly... he completely didn't know what to do.
Even if he was usually calm, facing these scenes, he didn't know what to do. Because of this, he showed a weakness he would never normally reveal.
Akad couldn't help but think of the scene when the Kashin Silver Mine was discovered to be flooded. At that time, he was as helpless as he was now, not knowing what to do.
All along, he had given the impression of being cold and tough, and always knew how to act, but now, his facade was truly about to break. He was genuinely at a loss.
"Lord Akad, the situation has already... developed to an unbearable extent. If this continues, unspeakable things might happen."
Jia Dabi scanned the battlefield, which was becoming increasingly unfavorable to them. He had realized that if they didn't leave now, it would be difficult to leave later.
"It seems we only have this option…"
Akad murmured, looking quite disheartened now, but his basic judgment was still there. Looking at the current situation, he could only make this choice.
But what Akad didn't notice was that this moment of weakness was completely seen by Jia Dabi. In the eyes of this student he had personally promoted, some things began to change.
Just as the Bulgar people were preparing to flee, what they didn't expect was that at this point, it was no longer a matter of simply wanting to run and being able to.
Because in the next moment, a Rus' cavalry unit charged out of the melee, and this unit was Rostislav's personal guard. Their current target was the helpless Akad.
As for why the Bulgar people's current lines were so easy to break through, the reason was simple: with the banner behind them, they wavered, wavered madly, and were no longer brave enough to resist the Rus' iron cavalry.
Allah, why did the Rus' arrive so quickly and so close?
Akad looked at the approaching Rus' cavalry, and the Moscow Prince at the front of the cavalry, his expression turning extremely ugly. He roared internally, desperately hoping this was false, but it was happening.
He had already led his remaining forces to retreat, but the Rus' appeared before him in the chaotic battlefield as if by magic, breaking through the melee.
However, a thought suddenly popped into the Khan's mind: since Rostislav had actively charged over, why shouldn't he fight him?
He had a considerable number of troops and elites. Perhaps he could fight to the death with this Rus' Prince who had ruined so many of his plans.
But seeing the orderly formation of the Rus' personal guards, his hard-won courage immediately vanished like smoke. He had no courage to confront them, after all, the Khan was not a brave warrior, and the elite level of this unit was clearly superior to his subordinates.
"Khan, please retreat immediately!" Akad's guards pulled their master's reins, shouting at him, and easily cut down the large banner symbolizing the Khan's presence.
"We will hold here! Please rest assured! We will definitely hold until you leave."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Akad was somewhat reluctant, because the people charging now were his elites, the strength that had supported him all these years. If they were all gone, this war truly couldn't continue.
And this army, without this army, he was truly finished. Failure would make his authority vanish like the wind.
But isn't there a saying, 'It's better to live a wretched life than to die a glorious one?' Akad was thinking exactly that now. Rather than dying on the battlefield, it was better to escape here alive and see if there might be a turning point in the future, so he bid farewell to these brave guards very decisively.
Thus, Akad fled the battlefield. The commander of the Bulgar Army thus fled the battlefield. As for the warriors he had always nurtured, they bravely faced the Rus' who came with a powerful aura, to repay him for his nurturing.
And after he fled, the news of his escape swept across the entire battlefield like the wind.
The Bulgar Army began to collapse, an irreversible collapse.
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