Chapter 653 Decisive Battle (Part 2)

The Arab army on the left wing suddenly retreated, triggering a chain reaction like dominoes. Panic quickly spread to the entire Arab army. The originally strict formation began to loosen. The soldiers threw down their weapons and turned to escape.

Seeing the enemy formation collapsed, Peter immediately ordered the entire army to pursue: "The whole army obeys the order and pursues the victory! Don't give the enemy a chance to breathe!"

The cavalry troops led by Yangku were the first to rush into the enemy formation and used their speed and impact to divide and surround the retreating Arab soldiers. The cavalry wielded spears and scimitars, and wherever they went, the enemy fell one after another. Romanian infantry followed closely behind and advanced in a dense square formation. Musketeers and archers provided fire support in the rear, constantly suppressing Arab soldiers who were trying to reorganize their resistance.

Hashem tried to stabilize his position, but the situation was out of control. His personal guards were dispersed by Romanian cavalry, and he himself was forced to retreat. Yangku's arrow shot his flag, causing chaos in the commander's department and further aggravated the panic of the entire army.

The Arab soldiers fled in scattered, and many threw down their weapons and took off their armor just to run faster.

The pursuit of the Romanian army was like a storm, quickly sweeping across the entire battlefield. The defeat of the Arab army was a foregone conclusion, and the soldiers fled in fear, and many even threw down the flags of faith, just to escape faster. On the battlefield, dust was flying, and the shouts of killing and howling were intertwined, forming a tragic picture.

Peter rode on the war horse, his eyes swept coldly at the battlefield. He knew that the victory was at his fingertips, but he did not relax his vigilance. He turned his head to the adjutant beside him and said, "Send the order and keep the formation while pursuing the enemy, and prevent the enemy from counterattacking. In addition, send an elite team to find Hashem's whereabouts and see people alive. I'm going to see the corpse!"

The adjutant took the order and left, while Peter continued to command the army to advance. The morale of the Romanian soldiers was high, and they shouted slogans and waved their weapons, and rushed towards the fleeing enemy troops like tigers going down the mountain. The cavalry troops led by Yangku were even more unmanned. Their spears and scimitars flashed in the sun with cold light, and each charge could take away the lives of several enemy troops.

Meanwhile, Hashem retreated to the rear with difficulty under the protection of the pro-guard. His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, but he knew that the most important thing at this moment was to save his life and make a comeback. He looked back at the battlefield, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Romanians, I will repay the hatred of today!"

However, his escape was not smooth. The elite Romanian team had already set their sights on him, and they were chasing him like hunting dogs. Although Hashem's pro-guards fought to the death, the number gradually decreased under the fierce offensive of the Romanian cavalry. In the end, Hashem was forced into a valley surrounded by steep cliffs and had no choice but to retreat.

Romanian cavalry surrounded the valley, and Yangku rode his horse to the front of the formation and shouted loudly: "Hashim, you have no way to escape! Surrender, maybe you can save your life!"

Hashem 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! Allah's people will never bow to the pagans!"

Yanku frowned slightly when he heard Hashem's response, but soon returned to calm. He knew very well that although the enemy in front of him was in a desperate situation, he was still an opponent that should not be underestimated. Hashem's tenacity and faith made him not retreat even in desperate situations, which made Yangku feel a little admiration, but at the same time he also strengthened his determination to completely defeat him.

"Hashim, your courage is worthy of respect, but war cannot be won by faith." Yangku responded loudly, his voice echoing in the valley, "Your army has been defeated, your soldiers flee in all directions, and continue to resist only It will bring more deaths. Surrender, and I can guarantee that you and your subordinates will be treated fairly."

Hashem sneered, and the sword in his hand shone with a cold light in the sun. "Justice? The justice of you Romanians is slavery and plunder! I would rather die in battle than surrender to you!"

Yangku sighed, knowing that no matter how much persuasion is, it will be futile. He raised his hand and signaled the cavalry behind him to prepare for the attack. The Romanian soldiers quickly lined up, aiming spears and bows at Hashem and his pro-guards in the valley. The air was filled with tension, as if even the wind had stopped blowing.

"Since that's the case, it can only end with force." Yangku whispered, then waved his hand and ordered, "Attack!"

With the order issued, the Romanian cavalry rushed to the valley like a tide. Arrows were raining towards Hashem's pro-guard, and the spear flashed with death in the sun. Although Hashem's personal guards were small in number, they still fought to the death. They shouted slogans of faith and waved weapons to fight with Romanian soldiers.

Hashem stood in the middle of the battlefield, wielding his sword like the wind, and he could repel an enemy with every swing of his sword. There was an unyielding flame in his eyes, and he did not retreat even when facing an enemy that was several times more than him. However, as time went by, the number of pro-guards became smaller and smaller, and Hashem's physical strength gradually ran out.

At this moment, an arrow suddenly shot Hashem in the shoulder. He groaned and almost lost his sword in his hand. Seeing this, the Romanian soldiers immediately seized the opportunity and approached him one after another. Hashem gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to wield his sword, but his movements were obviously much slower.

Yangku stood on the edge of the battlefield riding a horse, staring at all this coldly. He knew that Hashem's resistance was coming to an end and victory was right in front of him.

Finally, Hashem's personal guards fell down, leaving him alone standing in the middle of the battlefield. He had been injured on multiple sides, and blood stained his robe red, but he still held his sword tightly and stared at the enemy ahead with a firm look.

"Hashim, it's over." Yanku rode to him, his voice low and calm, "Put down your weapons, you have no way out."

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

After saying that, he used all his last strength to rush towards Yangku. However, his movements were too slow, and Yangku easily avoided his attack and then stabbed Hashem's chest with a sword.

Hashem's body shook slightly and then slowly fell down. His eyes gradually dissipated, but a relief smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He murmured in a low voice, "Allah...I'm here..."

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

"He is a respectable opponent. Take him back to show to His Majesty." The soldiers nodded and began to clear the battlefield. Yangku rode his horse out of the valley and walked towards the battlefield in the distance. There is still a war waiting for him.