Eagle Byzantium

Gawain nodded, "What's going on with Bohemond?"

"The scouts said that the Duke of Apulia occupied Gaofu in the northeast of us, but he was always watching the battle and made no move."

"It's ridiculous, Bohemond is waiting for me." Gawain held the hilt of his sword and laughed, "Don't worry, as long as my flag appears to fight at the foot of the mountain, this guy will definitely attack Giliki."

Then Gawain walked to the fluttering banner, looking at the vague patterns on it, and the clear flying frost fluttering and sticking to his armor, "Farov, Phetias, Ekrison, now I'm back, Sooner or later the red hand's banner will be in the territory of Asia Minor Raise the flags high, and I, Gawain, will pluck them out one by one. “Farov, wasn’t your ancestor the first to throw his bloody severed hand onto the land to become the king?” Gawain turned around and ordered to Mero and Bramson:

"I need someone to serve as a liaison at Camp Chivit, where I have my confidential officer Andodat."

A young warrior from the crowd came out with an excited expression, "Your Excellency, I am the second son of a Rhineland knight. My name is Dorus Lambert. I was the one who came to you for help before. Now, I am willing to take your orders and go to Chiwet."

"Very well Dorus, I remember your name. Now you go there on horseback. I will allocate you twenty brothers and tell Andodat to organize all the men and mobilize the people in the camp. Pilgrims, men and women, follow the path indicated by the flags and open a passage from Chivite to Axero."

"Passage?" Dorus was a little confused by the Grand Duke's order.

"Well, that's right. Use the tools and hands of the pilgrims' men and women to open up a new road from Chiwet to here, otherwise everyone will really die, understand!" Gawain's words. Firm and stern, he pointed his finger towards the road between the pasture and Qiweit, "No later than the next day, this old road will be cut off by the Turks. So I need to pass through the new road between the valleys, from Qiwei to Qiwei." Constantinople received new personnel and equipment."

"Yes. Yes, Your Excellency the Grand Duke." Lambert didn't hesitate for too long before he got on the horse, and then twenty brothers wearing chainmail and holding short spears as flags rushed with him. Toward the hillside over there.

"Mello!"

"Here!" the handsome Greek warrior responded.

Gawain pointed forward with his hand. "You are now the commander-in-chief of all the teams. You are fully responsible for the battle situation on the front line. You must cooperate closely with Birel and stick to the high ditch. Those who retreat, those who are hesitant, those who are reckless, and those who make noises, your sword can be used in battle. Executed."

"Bramson."

"Yes Grand Duke."

"Take ten Brotherhood members and go to the isolated tower over there to be responsible for monitoring the entire battlefield."

at last. Gawain stood with the remaining ninety brothers and armed monks. "We are at the second and final line of defense of the fortress. We are facing the enemy here. There is no way to give in. Wait until Godfrey, Baldwin and other reinforcements arrive. , before you can put down your killing weapons.”

"Send the infidels to hell!" A brotherhood member raised his sword and said impassionedly.

"This body is willing to be the bow and arrow of Saint Nicholas, and this body is willing to be the sword of Saint Michael." All the other brotherhood members unsheathed their swords.

All the soldiers ran to the defense line outside the fortress to prepare their troops. In the cold wind at night. Gawain came to Anna, "Muzaffy Adin and Sabina are all ready for you. If things go wrong, go to Qiweit."

"We agreed to embark on a new journey together. Do you still want to send me back to Brachna Palace?" Anna refused.

Agnes next to her hugged her knees and leaned against the ruins, looking at the two of them with a complicated expression. Gawain nodded and said, "You stay here and don't come to the deep ditch on the front line. Things there are too bloody and terrifying."

As the morning approached, the violent cold wind became stronger and stronger. The zombie-filled wilderness outside Nicaea welcomed the first ray of sunshine. At the bottom of the Excello Valley, there were layers of miserable corpses. The smoke from the extinguished torches of the pilgrims who accidentally fell while escaping, as well as the Roma soldiers killed in the night attack last night, drifted there.

Giliki Arslan, who was commanding the advance position, soon saw the red hand cross sword flag flying high on the tower of Excello Fortress. He felt that this army pattern was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

At the same time, Gawain also saw the crimson eagle flag among the Roma Turks standing in formation all over the mountains and fields below, and knew that Sultan Konya had personally come to command this battle.

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The vizier Ibn Maimun next to the Sultan, after carefully observing the battlefield situation between the enemy and ourselves, suggested "asking the Sultan to send a detachment to occupy the passage under the Excelro High ditch and cut off the communication between Chiwet and there." Contact." Giliki nodded, and then called Pak'ad, "Take 200 Armenian cavalry and 600 infantry to complete this matter—— In addition, Hajib, with three thousand men, stood between Excello and the pilgrim camp to prevent the enemy from joining forces inside and outside. Here, my mentor and I commanded everyone else to continue the fierce attack on the city of Nicaea. The Normans, Bohemond is my old friend anyway, just keep a small number of cavalry to keep watch, and send envoys to negotiate and stabilize."

Then, in the wilderness under the high ditch of Exero, countless Turkish soldiers, infantry and cavalry, shining in armor, raised a lot of dust. They followed the flags of their respective Ataborgs, lined up in strict formations, and took action. "As expected by the Grand Duke, a troop is coming to our side to cut off the connection between the Chivit camp and us."

"Don't act rashly, let them act automatically." Gawain, who was under the big flag, also looked up and saw the signal from Bramson on the tower. He said calmly, but in fact he was a little uneasy in his heart, "It depends on Andeodat and that Dorus."

In the camp of Forche, the lord was still muttering about the life and death of Reinold, trembling. Most of the other pilgrims lost their fighting spirit in the battle yesterday and last night, and could only kneel behind the wooden fence to confess to God, hoping that when the Turks attacked, the butcher's knife would hit the neck of their companions by chance, bypassing them, and they could escape alive. Only Walter Sansavall was still leading a small number of determined men to defend the camp and repair the burned fences and walls. The old knight's eyes were full of tired bloodshot, and he never took off his armor. His voice was hoarse, but he was still giving orders all the time. (To be continued ~^~)