Eagle Byzantium

"Despicable and shameless Greeks, a villain who is still fighting for power at the moment of death!" Francesco shouted angrily, then turned around and drew his sword. Baromio's soldiers rushed forward, and several swords attacked at the same time, forcing Francesco to the edge of the city wall.

At this time, a small figure suddenly flashed by, holding a small axe used by military servants to chop wood, and directly chopped the ears and cheeks of a soldier, and blood and flesh flew straight. Then Fitias crouched down and chopped the axe on the unprotected crotch of a soldier.

"Master Francesco, run! Please save my master!" The young man Fitias shouted sharply, and then howled and danced with the axe, blocking Baromio's soldiers outside, and the two who were chopped curled up on the ground. Francesco gritted his teeth, threw his sword from the battlement behind him, turned over and jumped down, then landed on the stone slab of the city gate passage, then dragged his injured leg painfully and limped towards the square.

At this moment, Gawain and the surviving Varangian warriors had arrived in front of the moat. At this time, the Turks and Paulicians still dared to follow far behind, and the arrow team of Cabeamia failed to arrive in time and was still on the way. This was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

"Open the door and let us in!" Gawain on the saddle wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted at the city gate and tower with all his strength. Then he saw it with his eyes - on the battlement, his little military servant Phetias was beaten with blood all over his head, and his arms were strangled by two sturdy soldiers. Then Barromio, with a ferocious look, held his sword and stabbed Phetias' chest. The little military servant twisted in pain for a few times, then looked at Gawain under the city and died with his eyes sideways.

Gawain was stunned.

Then, Phetias' body was dragged backwards to the battlement. His hands and hair hung down, swaying in the evening breeze, and his eyes that were not closed seemed to be still staring at Gawain.

About a few seconds later, there was a muffled sound, and then the body of the little military servant was thrown off the city wall and hit the ground at the city gate.

Then Barromio's hateful face appeared from behind the battlement, and several javelins were thrown from the holes in the wall and stabbed in front of Gawain's horse. The Varangian warriors behind Gawain were stunned. They didn't expect that they had fought hard to get out of the bloody road, but they were refused to enter the city of Nicaea, which they had captured, and lost their way forward and retreat.

Despair and resentment surged in everyone's heart. Gawain's brown hair was about to burn. He looked at the body of Phythias and then at the gate of Nicaea, and blood was about to burst out from the corners of his eyes and mouth and nose.

Over there, the teams of Giliki and Cabeamia were approaching. Many Turkish soldiers seemed to feel that the Greeks were fighting among themselves. The Akin warrior was blocked outside the city gate by his own people, and now it was a good time to reap the benefits.

But they were still very cautious, and slowly moved forward along the edge of Lake Nicaea towards Gawain, with infantry holding swords and round shields in front, cavalry protecting the periphery, and archers in the back.

And helpless Gawain was caught between the city gate and the enemy's army, next to a small forest next to the lake. He was exhausted and angry.

All the Roman and Pauline soldiers stopped consciously, and all their eyes were on the burly Gawain and the terrible sword hanging on his waist - how magical is this sword? That is, although it doesn't even have a scabbard, this Akin warrior has been struggling for so long, and he has never been cut by the blade of this sword!

From this, it can be seen that the owner of this magic sword undoubtedly belongs to this Akin warrior. To be frank, although they all believe in the scriptures on weekdays, no one has seen what Allah or the Lord looks like, but this sword with the devil's curse is witnessed by everyone today.

"Go forward and kill that Varangian barbarian." This was the joint order of Kabeamia and Giliki, but it lingered for a long time and no one executed it, especially Hajib, who was standing at the front, who was both afraid and admired Gawain.

Finally, it was the clever female archon with golden hands who saw that the horse under Gawain's crotch had changed. It was the black mare before, but now it was a spotted one, but it was also a female. Then Kabeamia quickly said a few words to her colleagues.

Soon, a whistle for calling horses suddenly sounded in the Turkish camp, all in Turkish dialect. Then Gawain, whose eyes began to blur, suddenly felt that his mount was running - running towards the Turkish camp!

All the Varangian warriors who stayed in place exclaimed, but no one could stop the mare's pace.

Soon, Gawain was less than a hundred feet away from the enemy. He gritted his teeth and stabbed his horse's neck with his sword. Blue fire gushed out, and the horse fell to the ground with a wail. He also fell to the ground. Although he had the gene of a horse, he really had no way to use it. Gawain, who was in a desperate situation, could only hold the sword, wrap the red hand flag around his body, and lean against a tree trunk by the lake, facing the enemies who were surrounding him in circles.

"Don't shoot arrows, capture them alive and offer them to the Sultan." Hajib could only give such an order to save Gawain's life. Then he faced Gawain, who was like a statue by the tree trunk, and said, "The Turkic proverb says that people are not brave because they are great, but great because they are brave - how I hope my child Zengi can also have the same bravery as you, the Akin warrior."

But then, the Sultan handed over a letter with more severe orders, and the scarlet eagle flag and the holy flame flag were moving forward. Hajib could no longer resist softly, and finally he slowly raised his arms...

The gentle lake water whimpered behind Gawain, and the golden sunset dyed the shining swords and arrows of the Turks in front of him with beautiful colors. The helmet was gathering, "I didn't expect it, but Ajeh didn't give me the privilege of being exempted from death at the beginning." At this time, Gawain felt a pair of hands stretching out from the left and right of the tree trunk, gently sliding over his shoulders, and supporting his face and beard from behind.

"Gawain, Stephen Gawain, how does it feel to be on the verge of death and finally enter the hellfire?" Ajeh's voice was clearly heard.

"I still have a vow to fulfill, and there are still enemies to avenge. I don't want to enter the hellfire. Now is not the time." Gawain replied.

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"But it's too late now, isn't it?"

At this moment, a young man in the Turkish team suddenly threw off his helmet and turban, revealing his fiery red hair, and rushed towards Gawain, "Erikson?" As for the person following behind him, Gawain saw in a daze that it was Diogenes.

"Shoot." The Turkish officer in the front shouted this command after seeing Hajib chop off his hand.