Eagle Byzantium

"Oh! Oh! Hold the sword for Allah, kill the enemy and achieve results, and die for the sake of charity!" Following the Sultan's order, waves of Roma soldiers quickly approached the pilgrim camp, raised their bows and arrows, and continuously shot them into the sky. Countless arrows rose high, and then fell into the camp in parabolas in all directions.

The rapidly falling arrows, with sharp whistles, were enough to pierce any body without armor. The pilgrims' mouths were wide open due to fear, and their weak chests soon swallowed these killing weapons made of pure iron and bones. The dead were lying in all directions, and the arrows were full of trenches and flat ground. More arrows were still falling. The living could only pull the bodies of the dead and carry them on their bodies to protect themselves. Walter Sansaval, wearing armor, waved his sword to command the few brave men, holding the few shields and shield carts, resisting the fierce offensive of the Roman army everywhere. "Let's fight to the death. God bless us and we will maintain supreme courage and wisdom when fighting against the pagans. Look over there!" In front of the camp gate, the pilgrims climbed on the earth ramparts and fences, and fought with the Roman soldiers who swarmed in. The old knight kept swinging his sword and slashing, pointing at the red cross sword flag on the Excello ditch at the other end of the battlefield, and at Bohemond's white flag on the high ground at the north end. "Look, on one side is the team of the Holy Office, and on the other side is the army of the Duke of Apulia. As long as we can hold on, within a day, thousands of knights will come here to rescue us." "Pagan dog!" A Romani soldier who had climbed over jumped down, holding a scimitar and shouting, and slashed at Walter - Walter held the blade horizontally, half-knelt to block, and then suddenly raised it up, and the scimitar that bounced back cut the cheek of the Romani soldier. He screamed and covered his face and retreated, leaning against the wooden fence - Walter held the sword with both hands. He raised it and stabbed it into his chest, "Ah, damn it!" Walter felt that the arm wound he had suffered in Hungary was torn again in the force just now, but he only shouted this in a low voice, because he was afraid of affecting the morale of the people around him, so he raised the sword with one hand again. Encouraging the pilgrims to continue to resist, "Hold on, if this place is breached, the Turks will not let anyone live, pick up your weapons and fight!"

In the fierce battle of about half an hour, the Roman soldiers attacked the camp gate three times. They were forced back three times by the pilgrims who burst into fighting spirit in desperation. The trenches and wooden fences were full of corpses. The shields in the hands of the pilgrims were stained with blood. The weak and slightly injured people ran out when the enemy did not shoot arrows and cleaned up the corpses.

"The trapped beast still fights..." Jiliki Arslan bent the horse whip angrily. He didn't expect that there was still the courage to defend in this camp. He originally thought. This camp of 30,000 people should collapse completely at the beginning of the general attack, and collapse in front of him, the "Lion Sword", but it seems that there should be a qualified commander inside the enemy. Fighting stubbornly.

"How is the Normans?"

"The envoys have been sent, and it is estimated that they can be stable for the time being." Maimon replied.

"It won't be stable for long." Giliki said, looking at the Norman camp with melancholy, and then looked at Excello with the red hand flag fluttering, "Teacher, are you blaming me for getting involved in this war?" Mai Meng stopped talking. "You said before that only civilizations that enter the city can last as long as an eternal torch. So I betrayed the alliance with the Greek emperor and seized the city of Nicaea, but now the emperor is colluding with the pilgrims. I must take up the sword to fight for the city of Nicaea. There is no way out. So I hope the teacher will not think I am reckless." Giliki pointed the whip at the pilgrim camp that still survived the fierce battle, "If I can take this place, I can reverse the whole situation, and I don't have to be afraid of the Normans and Greeks from now on; if I can't..." "The enemy will continue to rush here through the strait." Mai Meng shook his gray beard. "It will be difficult to defend Nicaea, which is directly under the enemy's attack. But without Nicaea, what kind of country is Roma? So - do you want to fight again?" Jiliki Arslan asked with a smile. In front of him, all the Roma soldiers had stood up again and gathered behind their flag bearers in formation, preparing to launch a second attack on the camp.

Sultan's mentor Maimon also made up his mind, "Race against time and luck, Sultan. This is also a must for a powerful ruler. Allah will understand your faith and defense of the faith."

"Push the fire tank car up!" Sultan immediately gave an order.

In Exero, which was high above, the soldiers could easily see that those black tanks with sparks were constantly thrown into the Forshe camp, bursting into flames. The whole camp was trembling and burning, and countless arrows were shot into it. The Christians in the thick smoke were wandering and helpless. Their cries for help were suppressed by the dense trumpets and clappers of the Roma soldiers.

"What should we do..." The leader, Birell, kept rubbing his neck, anxious. On the tower, Bramson, leaning on his two-handed sword, looked at the battlefield, also silent.

Mero frowned and paced back and forth, not sure what to do. He was waiting for Gawain's return before he could make a decision: If he launched an attack at this moment, there would be a deep trench in front of him, which would not only block Rom. People, in fact, blocked our own attack path, not to mention Hajib's three thousand soldiers who were stationed in front of them. As for the high slope on the right side of Excello, there was no natural obstruction, but the enemy's flag officer, Pak'ad, with eight hundred Armenian mercenaries, used a wooden fence to block it.

In other words, with the less than 400 troops he has on hand, he can still protect himself, but it is too difficult to rescue him. It would be great if His Majesty the Emperor could reach a peace agreement with the Grand Duke earlier, and he would not have to rely on the Dalian team. His own Slavic ship transported so many soldiers and weapons. Then Mero looked at the high ground over there, where Bohemond's flag was motionless, and a feeling of disgust arose in his heart. "The Norman gangsters are really just sitting back and watching. This lord has five or six weapons at hand." Thousands of elite warriors!”

Over there, blown by the wind, Bohemond did not wear a chain turban, his red hair swaying back and forth, and he stood comfortably under the banner, "Tancred, watch out, if Gawain's large company does not move, We won’t move, just sit and watch like this The Pope will not blame me alone for the death of the pilgrims. If Gawain makes a move, we will kill him with all our strength. It is not a lie to defeat the Sultan of Konya, but it is better to occupy a favorable position to besiege the city of Nicaea first. real."

"Merits are the bargaining chip for the lords to divide the territory and the territory." Seeing his nephew's face full of confusion, Bohemond added an explanation.

"But aren't we here to recover the Holy Tomb?"

The Duke of Aprilia, who was pulling the bridle, laughed out loud, probably thinking that his nephew was so childish and ridiculous. (To be continued ~^~)