Eagle Byzantium

When Gawain and the advance team arrived at the mountain fortress where Gabzuk and three hundred Assassin followers were staying, snow began to fall from the sky.

Snow falls very early on the plateau of Greater Armenia. When the gloomy clouds float and sink from the north side of the Erzurum mountains, the entire Sasun area is enveloped by cold wind and heavy clouds. Then snowflakes rolled in thickly. The black river cuts through the simple mountain fortress occupied by the Assassin believers and the cavalry camp of the Kiratpasha Kingdom on the other side, like a sharp dividing line.

Kirat's cavalry had previously refused to allow this group of fanatic believers to cross the river and enter their own border. The desperate Gabzuk, Potrufis and three hundred mountain sect believers could only retreat to this stone city wall. They came from a small town where there was no one, and were overtaken and surrounded by Tarsus' advance team.

But even if they broke into the country of Kirat, they actually played into Gawain's mind.

The wind howled, and among the increasingly white fields and hills ahead, the skirmishers of Gawain's advance team began to move in one by one, and then spread out in formation, holding various weapons in their hands, according to the order of the Centurion The regulations are spread out like clusters of variegated trees in the snow, and the corners of the hanging flags are blowing back and forth against the dissipating sunset.

Gawain, who was supervising the battle at the rear, his brows and beard already covered with snow-white, stared at the precarious town. It is surrounded by steep rocky slopes on three sides, and one side is a hillside with a fence and a tower gate. It is a typical Armenian-style village. "Capture it, chop all the Assassins inside and cut them into pieces. Don't show any mercy." Don’t worry about the Kirat soldiers on the other side.”

In the walled city, Gabzuk, wrapped in a turban, gathered all the believers together. After a short and fervent prayer in the direction of the Eagle Castle, he said, "As an eighth-level person (Assassin's Ladder of Faith) Divided into nine sections), all the dirt on your souls has been washed away through secret rituals. Now it’s time for us to be martyrs - accept the challenge. With the blessing of faith, we are invincible and ignorant of pain. Soon those arrogant people will Followers of Jesus will understand how powerful we are.”

The believers stood up densely, surrounded Gabzuk and began to take out the small wooden tube he was carrying. After removing the stopper, he drank up the liquid mixed with hashish resin, and then raised it up to carry it with him. The skin bag was filled with purified datura poisonous wine. There was another gurgling sound, and they drank the wine one by one in one go.

Then Potrufis, who was standing next to Gabzuk, heard the commotion after the gate of hell opened: the three hundred believers began to turn red and sweat all over. It was simply unbelievable in such a cold and snowy weather. , and soon many people began to roll their eyes rapidly, twisting their spines, hands, feet, and necks like puppets on strings. They let out inarticulate howls and began to carry various white gleaming machetes and daggers. Twitching, spasming.

This is a state of euphoria that occurs when the nervous system becomes intoxicated by the effects of hashish resin and datura wine.

This is also the scary thing about Assassins' followers: using powerful poisons and fanatical beliefs, they can instantly turn the originally honest and honest villagers into killing machines that only know how to obey and don't know pain!

"Why don't you drink?" Potrufis looked at Gabzuk in fear and surprise.

"I need to pray for them and support them, and I also need to direct the entire battle." Gabzuk replied calmly.

At this moment, the snow is getting denser and denser, and the weak sunlight has been submerged in the chaos. The dark figures of the believers are like ghosts, jumping towards the fortifications of the city with one strange cry after another.

Potrufis shrank his body and reached behind the defense fence. In front of him was a defense trench that was not dug deep at all (Assassin did not have such a combat concept), and then a wide hillside that continued down. On the flat snow, there were densely packed skirmishers of Gawain's side and Ogus volunteers, and behind them were the Tarsus cavalry spread out in formation like wings.

Across the river bank on the east side, the cavalry of the Kirat Kingdom still stood still, probably making up their minds to sit back and watch.

Almost all of the skirmishers in Gawain's three brigades were battle-hardened, and the lineup of thirty companies was as tight as a forest. Moreover, the armor and weapons of the skirmishers of each brigade have their own characteristics. The backbone of the skirmishers of the Red Hand Brigade are Italian veterans left behind by the original Stable Master George. They wear bowl-shaped and saucer-shaped iron helmets, with double The ears are down to the neck, and the shoulders are covered with chain mail. Underneath it is a half-body chainmail, and the leather-glove-protected wrists hold a Norman kite shield and a sharp knight's sword; while the Gemmagis Brigade is mostly warriors recruited from the Syrian region and is influenced by the Crescent Cult Army. The style is greatly influenced by the Persian-style pointed head. A round helmet, leather armor or chain mail covered with a robe (standard Saracen style, later the Crusaders were also influenced by it, and liked to wear robes outside the armor). Some soldiers held lightweight small bucklers and battle axes, and some Soldiers are also a combination of kite shield and sword; while guards The backbone of the skirmishers in the brigade were Branas' original German Guards. Most of them did not use one-handed swords, but held two-handed swords or curved sabers, and some directly used Seleucid swords. West Asia's scythe looks extremely terrifying in its formation.

There are piles of flames burning in front of each row of skirmishers to "warm" their weapons, otherwise their use in windy and snowy weather will be affected.

Further ahead of the skirmisher array, in the area closer to the Assassin Walled City, stood all the Oghuz volunteers who had dismounted their horses. They were carrying exquisitely patterned scimitars and quivers full of arrow feathers on their backs. In his hand is an extremely powerful horned bow. A sturdy Oghuz man can use his own bow to kill an Indian rhinoceros at close range.

A fish-dragon flag is inserted on the left, and a horse-tail golden ring flag is inserted on the right. The wind bag and tail hair are rotated with the wind snoring, telling the Ogus soldiers the direction and deviation of the wind to ensure that they Immediately the arrows are all fired.

Gawain, who was the last to press the battle, immediately joined his cavalry team. At this moment, a border citizen, Genat, wearing heavy armor and his horse hoofs splashing with snow, came to the front of the great patron, "Please allow me to take the lead!"

Gawain glanced at him and said approvingly, "It turns out to be Rigata, go up! I will hand over the assault flag to you."

Over there, the military servant Muzafi Adin also pulled the reins and the anxious horse, "Master, let me follow."

"Then I will give you the trumpet to lead the entire army!"

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Soon, Zhigata held a bright red battle flag with one hand and rushed through the array in front, while Muzafi Adin pointed the horn at his cheeks and mouth, and with a long and shrill whine, Marks the beginning of the general attack!

The boots of one leg of the Oghuz volunteers at the front crunched on the snow, and then they bent down to put arrow feathers on the strings. Their bows and backs were made of mulberry and boxwood from the Khazar Sea. The bow is made of the most beautiful goat horns. They were perfectly pulled into the shape of full moons in the hands of the Oghuz who then stood upright, facing the mountain fortress fences shouting provocatively, "Go, our arrows can shoot through all the truths in the world, Like the sea water spilling over the mountains!”