Eagle Byzantium

"The enemy's cavalry is attacking!" In front of the central camp, Amasa took hundreds of his own cavalry. As soon as he rushed out of the camp gate and formed a formation, he saw Gawain, Hartmann, and Werner on the opposite side. Thousands of cavalry commanded by the three men attacked him like a storm.

Amasa tightened the reins of his mount, and his mount neighed and roared, "The enemies all turned into hungry beasts. We must not retreat. I guided the cavalry in front of the camp to stop the opponent's offensive and cause chaos to the opponent. Call me The infantry will follow the column. As long as this cavalry is defeated, the enemy will be completely defeated. "

Under the sun and flying dust, Amasa's armor was covered with a white robe and a long turban. The tassels danced on top of the golden iron helmet. There was a horsetail hanging on the saddle, and the horse was jolting violently. On his back, he held the bow and arrow calmly, surrounded by the other fourteen horses of various colors without cavalry. The horses, all owned by him, were galloping fiercely - behind him were hundreds of elite slave soldiers, following closely behind him, rushing towards the diagonal thrust of Gawain's cavalry array, waiting for Amasa rode alone to attack, causing chaos in the opponent, and then took the opportunity to pounce on him and start a killing spree.

"Allah is great, Muhammad, no one knows where my next arrow will be and where it will go." Amasa shouted and quickly ran to Gawain who was commanding the left wing of the team.

"The Third Squadron of the Saint Cyril Company of the Red Hands, follow me!" Gawain straightened his arms and issued the same order loudly on the galloping horse. Two buglers followed him closely. , blowing a mobilization sound to the cavalry behind them.

Soon, in the torrent of cavalry, all the cavalrymen of the third squadron skillfully controlled their mounts, turned a corner, and escaped. Seventy or eighty cavalrymen were shouting one after another, and they all followed around the Grand Duke, just in front of him. In the direction of the Amasa assault.

At this moment, Amasa grabbed the two arrows on his bow and shot out an arrow like lightning. A bugler next to Gawain was immediately hit by an arrow in his forehead and fell down on his back.

"Don't fire back!" Gawain turned his head and shouted to all the cavalry on the left, but the general cavalry on the right couldn't bear it and drew their bows to shoot at Amasa.

As a result, Amasa hid in a stirrup, avoiding all the flying arrows. Then, like an ape, he jumped onto another galloping horse. Then he stood up again and shot another arrow without hesitation. The flag officer shot him dead and the battle flag fell down. The cavalrymen of the third squadron around Gawain began to become confused and panicked. Their movements began to be chaotic.

Behind Amasa's horses, the slave knights of Mosul were full of ambition and cheered for the general's fierce cavalry. They drew their swords and pounced one after another.

"Don't panic, form a matrix, draw your sword and move forward. When the men and horses come close, they will chop them down regardless of the reason!" Gawain's voice was stern. A cavalryman next to him was hesitant, and was shaking his string, aiming at fifteen horses. Amasa was jumping back and forth among the horses, but Gawain pulled out the sword of phosphorus without delay, and killed the timid and defiant cavalry with one sword. "Whoever panics again, this is an example."

Just when Gawain shouted, Amasa, who was looking at him kindly, instantly jumped onto another horse and stood up. The last arrow flew from the string and hit Gawain's helmet directly.

Gawain felt his head shake violently, and then Quicksilver under him immediately lowered for half a minute. After a very brief freeze, a whirlwind blew, and the red hand feathers on Gawain's hat and helmet were inserted into it. The arrow cluster squeaked twice before breaking and falling to the ground.

"Princess's blessing!" Gawain, who had an extremely flexible mind, simply took off his helmet and threw it on the ground in front of all the cavalry. Then, with his head bare, he controlled Quicksilver to trot forward, pointing the sword of phosphorus fire directly at him. Ahead, "Everyone is standing next to me, like a wall, pushing the enemy back."

At this time, the red-handed cavalry finally stabilized. They all shouted the slogan "Princess's Blessing" and quickly formed two dense lines. The cavalry in the front row lay low, and all held their shields and held their swords forward, while those in the back row drew out their swords. The hammer and iron rod under the saddle were like an iron wall, approaching Amasa's horses at a trot.

Seeing that Gawain only had the feathers on his helmet shot off, Amasa felt discouraged. Then he saw the cavalry team on the opposite side charging like this. He immediately felt that something was not good, so he turned the reins and prepared to temporarily escape from this wave of surprise attacks. , but there is no such thing as such a simple thing - the slave soldiers rushing behind him continued to push him and his horses forward.

Amidst the screams, the Amasa horses that rushed to the front of the cavalry column of the third squadron were chopped off one by one by the sharp sabers. The remaining horses were no longer subject to the whistle orders of their owners and ran towards both sides.

Soon, Amasa, who was wearing a striking armored shirt, could no longer hide his traces. He and the last war horse he rode appeared "naked" in front of Gawain's eyes.

"Go to hell!" Gawain's eyes widened angrily, his brown hair flickered, the quicksilver mane on his crotch exploded, and he let out a long roar. In an instant, he pulled out the phosphorus fire sword in his left hand and the iron rod in his right hand, and bullied Amasa in front of him. . Amasa was timid in his heart and his hand was unstable. He just dropped his bow and arrow, grabbed the horse's shaft, and stabbed at Gawain shakingly.

The two horses crossed each other. Gawain's sword of phosphorous fire advanced quickly, cutting the opponent's horse's head and pushing it away. Then the iron rod in his right hand passed by, and the head of the rod happened to carry the momentum of Quicksilver's galloping, and hit Ama horizontally. At Sa's neck, he immediately smashed the opponent's armor and throat to pieces, and then flew back several steps with Amasa's body before falling under the horse.

Amasa's "Horse Chaos Attack Method" that he had practiced in the Great Khorasan area for twenty years came to an end after only three arrows were fired in today's battle. He also died under Gawain's stick.

Even the slave soldiers behind him were shocked. Who would have thought that this invincible general would die so quickly and suddenly?

The morale of the third squadron of the Saint Cyril Company was greatly boosted. They rushed forward and killed the slave soldiers who had lost their fighting spirit and fled in embarrassment. The cavalry behind them dismounted, cut off Amasa's head, and handed it to Gawain. inside.

At the same time, the cavalry teams of Hartmann and Werner also swept through the rest of the teams blocked by Amasa in front of the camp. They were simply unstoppable. The Turkic soldiers guarding the central camp saw A tall and majestic general on the opposite side was shouting loudly, holding a bloody head high in his hand, and galloping back and forth in front of the trench.

Almost everyone recognizes this head.

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The morale of the Turks in the central camp collapsed instantly. "Close the gate and hold on." An officer on duty gave this order with trembling all over.

When the gate of the village was closed amidst cries, the "attack team" who was blocked outside crowded together, beat the gate of the village, begged to be let in, and were almost slaughtered by the pilgrim cavalry, leaving their limbs mutilated. and heads filled the trench. Several of the Frankish cavalry rushed straight to the gate tower of the camp, threw all the severed heads up through the wooden fence, then pulled out their axes, chopped them on the gate of the camp, and shouted provocation.

But the central camp on the Mosul side was still cowering and shivering. (To be continued ~^~)