Eagle Byzantium

The letter from the Caliph of Egypt made everyone excited, and now that they learned that the prince of Damascus had withdrawn from his territory, people had no worries. The final decision came naturally: on the day before the decisive battle with Kobuha, all the armed pilgrims in the city gathered in front of the church and swore to go to war!

All the lords and knights raised their arms and cheered happily one after another. Now they no longer have any psychological worries and burdens, because the money previously stolen by the Pisa people has been recovered, and the food supply problem has also been solved. , I can finally fight with the heretics with peace of mind!

Amid the excitement and shouts, Ademar, who looked a little tired, leaned against the stone wall next to the sacred vessel shrine, raised his head and said nothing. At this moment, his entourage quietly pushed aside the noisy and eager crowd, and walked away. When he arrived in front of him, he secretly handed over a secret letter. After Ademar opened it, he read it for a while, then stuffed the letter into his pocket with an air of "it was destined to happen a long time ago". At this moment, the hermit Peter came over and asked what instructions there were from the Holy See. Ademar smiled and said, "The news about Moniqueni spread much faster than the supplies. First it was the Pisa people's ships on the island. The news was sent to Constantinople, and then quickly reached the audience of His Majesty."

"What's the attitude of the Holy See?"

"The specific handling opinions still need to be approved by the Cardinals' Chamber Meeting, but I already understand the basic framework, and the Holy See did not hide anything from me in the letter - I will be recalled to Rome to explain this attack in detail in writing to the entire Cardinals' Council. The riots and massacres of the Pisa people.”

"You have to find someone to take the blame, right? In fact, the Holy See has already understood the root cause of this tragedy, but he cannot bear it on his own. After all, the Christian world cannot lead to suspicion and division because of the deaths of these dozens of businessmen. "Among the various voices and conversations, Peter whispered, and the meaning was very obvious. Since the Holy See is not willing to take the blame, then you are here.

Ademar also sighed and agreed, "The person who will take my place is the Archbishop of Pisa, His Excellency Safbel. He will be the future Patriarch of Jerusalem. It is said that there is another person who will be sent to Seleucia."

When he heard about this candidate, Peter became angry, "Using this person is undoubtedly a huge mistake by the Holy See in hiring people. It will cause estrangement and conflicts between the lords and the city of Rome!"

"Your Majesty means so, I have no room to comment." Ademar was extremely depressed. In the bustle of the hall, his eyes were silent, staring at Linlang's sacred weapon, and he was lost in thought. He seemed particularly lonely and disillusioned. ——Crossed In half the world, there are more than 100,000 people with different thoughts and aspirations. He joins in midway and will leave quietly in the middle. So what will he be like in the eyes of future generations in this battle that is destined to go down in history? What about the role?

Everything is left to God to decide...and I must lead everyone to victory before Safbel comes, and I must see the glorious and great Holy Tomb in order to feel at ease. to leave.

On June 15, fourteen days before St. Paul's Day, and the day before the decisive battle with Cobuha, Bohemond stood in the majestic acropolis of Antioch with his iconic white background and gold rim. Under the banner, together with Tancred, stood in front of the Armenians ready to go, and three hundred Calabrian soldiers. Their commanders were Pakade and his son, as well as Osdu Borduka, Bo. Hemond had just delivered an impassioned speech Said, the core meaning is that in tomorrow's battle, you all must regard death as home, follow my nephew's battle flag, and strive to destroy the enemy's granary facilities on the mountain ridge opposite the Iron Gate Fortress, so that our army will win or lose the battle. , played a decisive role, "I will never forget your military exploits and contributions!" Bohemond obviously meant something in his words, and the Armenians were all full of "We all Got it" expression.

"How are the horses trained?" Bohemond asked his nephew after mobilization.

Tancred nodded, "It's not a big problem to control the Mercedes-Benz, but it's not capable of agile steering."

"Enough, remember - the core you should rely on are the Calabrian soldiers." Then, Bohemond and his nephew walked side by side to the battlements of the Acropolis tower. In front of their eyes, Under the sun, the two people were filled with contentment at the beautiful scenery of Antioch and even the beautiful mountains and rivers of Syria. His ambition obviously transcended the rolling pagan camps in front of him and saw the farther and more majestic distance. "The country of our ancestors has experienced so many failures and is finally about to stand tall on this fertile land." Get up, uncle Roger, I can do no worse than you."

Tancred's flaxen eyes were also shining brightly, and he pointed at the vast areas with his finger, "Sooner or later, Marash, Edessa and Antioch will be completely integrated into one, and our Congress will stretch between Syria and between Mesopotamia, and then moved westward, occupying the Anatolian Plateau and driving away the Turks."

"At that time, even if it was the crown of Rome, why shouldn't I take it?" Bohemond was full of momentum and held up his hands.

After saying this, a messenger hurriedly arrived, saying that the priest invited all the nobles and nobles in the battle sequence to go to the church to keep vigil in preparation for participating in the Holy Communion the next day, and then left the city to fight.

"I'll leave the battle here to you!" Bohemond pressed his nephew's shoulders and said seriously, then got on his horse and rushed out of the Holy City towards St. Peter's Church below. .

When he arrived at the entrance to the backyard of the church, he was stunned. He saw:

Sixteen monks wearing crosses, mitres and rosaries surrounded a ceremonial sedan chair, on which sat a man covered with a gorgeous robe, holding a gold-plated spear in his hand, with purple silk tied to the tip of the spear, fluttering in the wind. Wherever the spear and sedan chair passed, the old and young, the ignorant, knelt on the ground, their faces pressed against the dust of the street, and together with the monks who led them, loudly praised the righteous spirit of Jesus' martyrdom and shouted the name of the spear.

"Damn it, what a thing." Bohemond immediately jumped off his horse and pushed through the crowd. Then, in the honor guard, he saw very clearly that the man sitting on the open sedan chair holding the "Holy Spear of Longinus" could hardly hide his lowly aura even with such a beautiful and luxurious robe, not to mention his white and lifeless eyes. "Bartholomew!" Bohemond shouted angrily, and then followed the surging crowd and the conspicuously erected Holy Spear into the courtyard of St. Peter's Church. (To be continued ~^~)