Eagle Byzantium

In the wasteland of the Little Antioch Castle, the emperor, wrapped in an embroidered silk cloak and wearing a small golden crown, rode a horse, accompanied by Brenus and several palace guards, and stepped out from the confrontational military formation, with a fight behind him. Carrying the purple royal flag and the blue and white military flag, he slowly walked to Gawain, who was about sixty feet away from him.

Gawain was only accompanied by a Turkic servant carrying a quiver on his back and a healing cloth wrapped around his side, as well as Walter, the commander of the armored cavalry regiment, and Gotti, the deputy commander.

On both sides, there were about 20,000 soldiers from both sides densely lined up. "The Western Patriarch of Rome has arrived." The emperor pulled the bridle, turned sideways and said to Gawain.

"Yes, about 200,000 pilgrims are receiving the cross, heading towards His Majesty's imperial capital in a mighty manner. The situation is about to change again." Gawain replied while stroking his chest on horseback.

"There must be some wolves and evil beasts like you mixed in there. I must return to the imperial capital to preside over all this. My most ideal candidate is to have Lord Conrad, the Grand Marshal of Salian Caesar, preside over this huge pilgrim Team." The murderous intention in the emperor's eyes has not disappeared, "Once the Danish Mond chief is defeated, the overall situation of the plateau below will be under my control. "

"Danishmund is brave and good at fighting, and is much more barbaric than the Sultan of Konya. Your Majesty, be careful in everything. As for me (Gawain no longer calls himself a servant), I will be responsible for sending troops to Cappadocia, sweeping the siege of Dar Nishmund's Kayseri Fortress will contain the enemy's forces from the south to help His Majesty. In addition, the annual tribute will be sent to the imperial capital on time." Gawain expressed sincerely.

The emperor snorted coldly, and then lowered his eyebrows, "You are not allowed to give the child in Apat's belly an unorthodox barbarian name. I have already thought about it and will give him the Christian name of Christopher. After he is born in the future, if I have defeated you, you cannot kill your child. Send Christopher to the imperial capital. I will send him to a monastery to die and train him to be a qualified child. Theologians and men of culture.”

"Thank you for your majesty's kindness. If I enter Constantinople, I will treat the queen and your majesty's youngest son Adyoan equally well." After Gawain finished speaking, he also turned the bridle hard and rode away. Go, "Besides, my child will not receive theological education. He will learn a lot of knowledge, but I will tell him to stay away from theology. Varangian children do not need to be afraid of anything before they reach adulthood!"

"Sooner or later the arrogant Varyag barbarians will perish on this plateau." The emperor looked angrily at the backs of the unscrupulous people and the dust raised by the horse's hooves, "Brenus, let's return to Afyon."

In the grand city of Konya, several garrison soldiers were tiredly holding flags and standing on the recently repaired battlements. Suddenly, a burst of birds flew past the rising sun, and the black shadows blocked the sunlight. " The enemy has retreated, the enemy has retreated!” The little leader couldn't believe his eyes. In the mountains outside the castle, the emperor's soldiers were everywhere holding torches to light the spring grass. Fireworks lit up the sky, and black smoke obscured the originally blue sky. To stop possible pursuit attacks in the city. The endless baggage trains, escorted by soldiers carrying weapons, quivers and battle flags, meandered away towards the valley in the west.

A group of Roma beys and ghazis, wrapped in turbans and chainmails and carrying knives, gathered in the sultan's palace hall to report the news. In the dark corner, beside the exhausted Sultan Giliki Arslan stood his close minister Hajib and a group of mercenary leaders from Nishmund. "The emperor's army has retreated? Hum, Komnenos The emperor still failed to defeat Gawain in Milio Cephalon!" The Sultan's voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Your Majesty the Sultan, in return for this victory, it is said that the land east of Ankara Castle will be rewarded to Merik the Great Emir, and Miliocephalon will be ceded to Gawain." The group of beys and Ghazi looked at each other. , encouraging the older samurai to raise this topic with his eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with this. It is said that hundreds of thousands of pilgrims will come from Frankia and Lombardy soon, and Rom's country will bear the brunt again." Giliki said with a wry smile, "When the time comes, Konya City It is very likely that we will once again face a fierce attack under the guidance and command of the Emperor of Constantinople, and we may be faced with the fate of complete destruction and decay. In the end, it is only a matter of time..."

The beys below them all lowered their heads and looked at each other. At this time, I don’t know who it was who was the first to say, "Then please His Majesty the Sultan to fulfill the promise on the felt as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Sultan was shaken all over, and then he rubbed the armrest of the chair, "Hajib."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Sultan." Hajib bowed down in fear, and then all the beys and ghazis bowed down and sat around Giliki.

"I am twenty-three years old this year. After my failure to seek the title of Princess from Emperor Komnenos, only Shah Nami is considered my woman. Previously, she had no status. Now I have set her right to make up for the years. Come off my guilt about her; Shah Nami gave birth to a son and a daughter for me, Masud and Xiya. After I fulfill my promise, you must help the seven-year-old Masud and marry the five-year-old Xiya to a powerful and honorable man in the future. Go among the Gus family."

"As ordered..." Hajib burst into tears.

Then, the Sultan stood up dejectedly, "Everyone, although our tribe converted to God many years ago, the traditions from our ancestors cannot be destroyed." After saying this, the whole hall was filled with crying, and the Sultan slowly turned into the bedroom at the back.

On the cushions on the carpet, the Sultan sat cross-legged, hugged his weeping wife Shahnami in his arms, and looked at the two children who were still sleeping in the tent, "Did you hear what I said just now?"

"Why, why, do the warrior families of the Oghuz Turks have such stupid habits?" Shahnami cried like a rose wet by rain.

"It's not stupid, it's a custom under the wisdom of our ancestors. Now the ghazis of the whole Rom are tired and dissatisfied with my governance, thinking that I have lost a large area of ​​land. They hope to have a more powerful person to lead them, so they will force me to fulfill the promise on the felt." The Sultan whispered.

"But didn't you flee Malik Shah's court at the age of thirteen, and after gaining the loyalty of three hundred Oghuz and Turkmen soldiers, you swept across the entire plateau, restored your dead father's cause, and became the Sultan who ruled the world? You are Suleiman, who frightened the enemy! Why can't these people tolerate one or two setbacks and failures?" Shahnami burst into tears.

I read the correct version in 1619 Book Bar!

"No need to say anything, woman, this is destined. I almost forgot, woman, I killed your father in the past." (To be continued ~^~)