Eagle Byzantium

According to eyewitness records, he was evaluated by later generations of the Roman Empire as the "Flower of the Knights of Agallon" (the empire always showed great respect to this prince with foreign blood, and sometimes his evaluation even surpassed that of the first emperor of the dynasty. After all, The latter killed too many people, and his sentiments were criticized by the moralists) After Prince Markianias assassinated the Hungarian general on horseback, although the tiger's mouth was almost torn apart He opened it, but still followed the requirements of the drill, promptly and beautifully pulled out the blood-spattered white horsetail flag spear blade, then stabbed it left and right, shouted the princess's blessing and favor, and fought with several Hungarian gunners. , and continued to kill an enemy soldier, and then five brigade cavalry rushed over, wielding hammers and swords, chopped all the Hungarian gunners into pieces, and captured three shotguns.

"We are victorious!" Although Macianias was extremely tired and his face was stained with mud and blood, he still shouted excitedly to his comrades.

Because he saw that on the battlefield on the high embankment, Kukui also bravely led his echelon of shooting troops and rushed forward unstoppably. Many soldiers raised exploding torches with wooden handles and pointed them at the Hungarian camp behind the embankment. Throwing it fiercely, fire and black smoke burst out. The enemy was either killed or wounded or fled, leaving many corpses behind. The red-handed spearmen on both sides took advantage of the situation to seize the higher villages.

"I still have important letters to send to General Mero." At this moment, the prince remembered his real mission and waved to the soldiers on the grass, motioning for them to get out of the way and guide him to the general's camp.

Suddenly there was a sound of Saracen bells shaking, and the prince turned around alertly: from the dense forests and streams, many warriors wearing white turbans and light armors poured out. The bows and reins they carried swayed with the fierce pace. Their skin is dark, and some of them are barefoot!

"It's the Sicilian Brown Army!" As soon as a brigade cavalry shouted these words, he was hit by a flying arrow and fell off his horse.

These were all the Sicilian Crescent Guards who had camped from across the river, the vicious dogs kept by the Norman king of Palermo, the remnants of the Fatimid Shiites, who had learned of the storming of the Monastery of St. Michael Afterwards, regardless of any danger, they crossed several forests and hills and rushed for reinforcements, and the unlucky prince happened to be the first to bear the brunt.

"Allahu Akbar!" The brown soldiers of the Forbidden Army roared like a tide, and they drew their bows and shot arrows.

"Heretic dogs from Sicily!" the prince yelled angrily. At this moment, the arrows fired by the other party were like wild bees. Two more companions were shot off their horses, and the remaining two stabbed his mount's buttocks with their sword blades. "Come on, prince, we come to the rear here."

There were hundreds of brown troops who had penetrated into the battlefield. They filled the entire forest, with figures moving around and arrows flying. Prince Markianias galloped towards the grassland - as long as he reached Kukui, who had just captured the high embankment. There, it's safe.

The three arrows hit his mount's buttocks and hind legs respectively. Because he had hung half a horse armor beforehand, the unprotected mount was quickly injured. Seeing the blood, the horse went crazy and threw the prince off.

"Helena, don't abandon me..." After all, Markianias was young, and his muscles and bones were still a little soft. The heavy armor made it unbearable for him, but he was still an enthusiastic and strict young man. Even so, he still struggled to hold on. Holding the horse-tail flag, he stood up again, pierced the hammer of the spear tail into the ground under his feet, turned around and bravely faced the brown legions coming like a tide.

Kukui, who was cheering for victory on the high embankment, saw the prince standing on the edge of the forest over there. His expression froze in shock, and his heart dropped, "It's Markianias, why did he appear here?"

Seeing the sharp clusters of countless arrows aimed at him from all directions, Markianias closed his eyes tightly. The only three women he was thinking about at the moment were, "Mother, Helena, and Xiya!"

The violent neighing of war horses sounded, and the Sicilian soldiers who had drawn their bows turned back collectively. In the light mist that filled the woods, dead leaves were flying, horse hooves vibrated, and many "ox-headed" and "eagle-man" monster-like black shadows emerged, carrying All kinds of sharp and cruel weapons, including long-handled tribulus hammers, chain hammers, long-handled hexagonal hammers, and broad swords, appeared behind them. There was collective silence, and they arrived in an instant without any warning.

At this time, even the Sicilian Brown Army soldiers, who thought they were blessed by Allah and the Prophet, were shocked to death.

The visitor was none other than the Roman royal cavalry regiment, led by Zangi. He had just seen Macianias hurriedly crossing the river, and then noticed a fierce battle breaking out in the forests and grasslands here. He felt worried in his heart, so he As soon as the small pontoon bridge was set up, twenty-five saints were loaded onto the horse. The soldiers (who happened to be a flag team) wore helmets with "horns" and "antlers" made of bone plates and feathers on both sides, and life-size ring-shaped heavy armor with "flying wings" towering on the back, riding the same The armored war horses rushed to respond, but who would have thought that they would just hit the back of this brown army.

Several long-handled caltrop hammers arrived first like a whirlwind, and were thrown twenty or thirty feet away, smashing into the queue of brown legionnaires with light or no armor. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and then the armored cavalry rushed in quickly. Come in, chop and chop, like a butcher chopping meat on the chopping board, the sound of bones and limbs breaking can be heard everywhere.

After suffering a devastating blow, only half of the brown soldiers survived. They threw down their weapons and ran into the depths of the jungle, escaping without a trace.

Zanji, who was wearing a mask, rode his horse past the piles of corpses and came to Markianias, who was still stunned. "Masoud, are you okay?"

"I think someone's spirit blessed me and let me meet you, brother."

Zangi shook his head helplessly, then lifted his visor and jumped off his mount. Then he held the hilt of his sword and saw a brown soldier who was dying from horse hooves and broadswords. He was covered in blood and struggled to get up. Finally, he looked in the direction of the holy land and knelt down. His head hung on the ground and he died muttering.

Zangi fell silent after seeing this scene.

And Markianias added "the remnants of Fatima in Sicily", and then he brought a new horse and prepared to continue to perform his duties.

"Masood, this is the last time I call you the name of Oghuz."

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"Well, that's good. Remember I'm Markianius."

"Yes, but I want to resign from His Majesty the Emperor. After the battle of Durazzo is over, I will leave the imperial capital and go to the court of Isfahan as a volunteer soldier."

"What, what are you talking about, my brother? Don't the Oghuz people have any honor here? Your Majesty guarantees our bloodline, protects our mosques and beliefs." Markianius stretched out his hands, shocked and confused.