Eagle Byzantium

"Tomorrow, I will personally lead all the teams of the Red Hand Brigade and all the Red Hand Cavalry to forcefully detour from the northeast and occupy Little Antioch. In this way, the emperor's attempt to encircle and block us will be ruined, and we can still launch a counterattack against it. Situation, cutting off each other and taking detours on the battlefield, is a matter of Extremely chaotic and dangerous behavior. Therefore, tomorrow all infantry and cavalry soldiers will march and fight under the banner of the big hospital. The orders and flags must be strict, and those who violate the prohibition will be executed without mercy! Leave it to Birrell to command, and use iron fire to conquer the city. Tuhuo Guan defended to the death, but only allowed 600 people to garrison. The remaining civilian troops and believers formed an array with two wings of Zicheng, like a crab's claws, to restrain the enemy's possible onslaught on the north side and provide me with support for my actions. Cover. Goliath, take my sword of phosphorus!" Gawain! After saying that, he pulled out the sword and handed it backhand to the half-kneeling guard flag bearer. "After I leave tomorrow, Dim will hold this sword and enforce military discipline behind the formations of all the sub-cities. If there are any backsliders or chaos, You are solely responsible for the execution of punishments for those who deceive and deceive people.”

"I completely obey." Dim took the sword and inserted it into his sheath.

"Tomorrow's battle will only involve military discipline and no reason. If anyone asks, ask him to ask about the blade of this sword!" Gawain pointed to the hilt of the sword and said to all the generals and flag officers.

After the dark night enveloped the camping, the militia soldiers at the top of the city raised warning flames, and then heard the sound of drizzle hitting their cloaks and leather armor. The female consul who boarded the city patrol post also stretched out her arms. I took out my hand and felt the icy chill. Sure enough, spring It will still be cold on the plateau after the season. She then pressed the crevice and looked around the mountains and plains. White rain and mist began to appear everywhere, and soon slowly poured out from everywhere. As the rain and wind blew by, They gathered together more and more and soon spread.

Behind her, the low-pitched horn sounded briefly, then stopped, then sounded several times more, and then the entire camp fell into silence again. "Did Gawain start to take action?"

The Red Hand Brigade was densely packed in long columns. Although all the ordinary soldiers were still in their original attire, the flag officers and the supervisory brothers were covered in black cloaks with a printed white cross on them, which was very eye-catching in the dim light. The guides were several local farmers. Only the pine candles were around them, and the great patron himself rode Sabina and followed behind these farmers.

"Your Majesty, this fog is quite thick..." Several guards followed Alexios on horseback. Beside them, groups of Tecopo wearing scarlet clothes carried quivers on their backs. The soldiers were marching rapidly towards the east, surrounded by white rain and fog. Looking a little further, there were only hazy torches and blurry figures.

"Don't worry about it, keep moving forward. Ask each soldier to carry two pine torches in addition to the quiver, and wait for my order to light them again." After the emperor finished speaking, he reined in the white horse and began to accelerate forward.

From the camp outside Konya, Brenus was also full of hesitation and uneasiness, because there were six thousand people behind him, people followed people, horses followed horses, and now Brenus wanted to put them all in this full place. It was a foggy and dark night, leading them to the distant Little Antioch Fort to execute a dangerous roundabout attack.

On the way, Brenus was walking on thin ice, constantly asking the guides and scouts ahead to report to him, and constantly unfolding the map to judge his position, stopping and going.

But what Brenus doesn't know yet is that on the entire Roma Plateau, in the thick fog that can't see the front, there are four armies, heading towards the Little Antioch Fort from different directions: excluding him and the emperor In addition to His Majesty, there are also Gawain's 6,000 cavalry and the armored cavalry regiment coming from South Cappadocia!

The map and guide are excellent, at least so far. In front of an inconspicuous stream, Brenus's vanguard cavalry saw the emperor's guard of honor waiting for him on the other bank, "You are a little late, my son-in-law." When the emperor under the torch saw Brenus with wet hair, he was gentle Speaking of it, there was no blame in his tone or heart - Alexios liked his son-in-law to be slower, lower and worse than him in everything.

After the two armies came together, the itinerary became a lot more confusing, because their respective guides had conflicts about the route, and it took a lot of time to mediate before they started to move forward together.

Over there, Gawain turned over and dismounted, holding down the map paper and getting very angry, "Our route may be off, damn it in this foggy night! No, it's because the technology of drawing maps is too damn bad, it's because the technicians are too inferior." Gawain couldn't help but miss the defender. The terrain drawings he drew were almost error-free, although they were simple.

"How?" asked the generals nearby.

"Correct with all your strength and keep moving forward!" Gawain suddenly became angry.

In the morning, the slender and slender figure of the female consul stood on the high platform at the main entrance of the city. The place that was originally destroyed by the Khitan Snow explosion in Huohuoli has been completely repaired. Now the people's army and believers have adopted a more reliable and safe approach. The way of preservation is that there are two protruding platforms evenly distributed just north of the city wall, both of which are guarded by battlements. About one hundred and fifty trained soldiers were stationed at various positions, each guarding four cork-filled torches. There were strict rules when throwing them: they must stay behind the arrow-proof leather and wooden corks, and after lighting the fuse When throwing again, half of the body must not be exposed, and the task of guiding the target is left to the lookouts wearing arrow-proof chainmail and round iron helmets. In the war room under the platform, someone used pulleys and hanging baskets to continue to replenish the fire. The outer walls of the war room were nailed with fireproof cowhide or asbestos.

The female consul looked around and saw that in the fields on both sides of the city, many militiamen stood in an orderly manner guarding the flags of their respective teams. Their fear of the patron's punishment exceeded their fear of the enemy, so they held hands honestly. Armed with spears and axes, they stood firm on the prescribed front line. Between and behind each group of soldiers, there were groups of projectiles to serve as cover. They were either archers in the civilian army or believers holding fire tubes and tinder cans. Soldier.

The dense fog in the valley where the confrontation was taking place slowly dissipated. The female consul could already see the equally strict formation of the emperor's troops on the opposite side, as well as the emperor's majestic purple brocade imperial camp. However, even so, the fog was still very heavy. "Bows and arrows" It’s basically trash in this weather.” Beamiya nodded and thought deeply, "No matter what, today's main battlefield is still here, right? Isn't it... Hey, I don't want to think about it that much. There is an earth castle and Khitan fire protecting the front, and behind me There is also Gawain’s camp, and his mind is finally calmer.”

At this time, the female consul probably did not know that Gawain's 6,000 cavalry had arrived at the "Little Antioch Castle". To be precise, it was on the map but not in reality: the great patron was holding the map paper Juan, his face was ashen, surrounded by cavalry who had stopped their horses. The fields were completely white, and the fog was still rolling. However, within the range that he could send the scout cavalry to reach, there was no castle, and there were only glowing strips of water in front of him. The turbid river of lingering snow! (To be continued ~^~)