Eagle Byzantium

Two Varangian guards raised their battle axes and chopped at Dim who rushed forward first.

Then, Bilel jumped up and stabbed out the tip of the iron spear in his hand with one hand, piercing through one of them. Then he rushed forward and swung his sickle - the long-handled axe of the other Varangian guard on the opposite side was too heavy, and he was still in the process of raising it and chopping.

The weight of the weapon is also the difference between life and death in a fight on the battlefield.

Bilel's sharp sickle, with an arc of light, went straight along the weakest part of the warrior's neck between the shoulder armor and the helmet.

Blood followed by a cold light explosion, and the long-handled axe of the Varangian warrior fell backwards, and then the huge body also fell head-on.

"May 18, May 18!" All the selected soldiers, with white arrow feathers like lice shooting into their armor, stepped on the wooden boards and crossed the enemy's chariots, shouting like they were possessed by gods and ghosts. They were full of the victorious spirit and jumped into the emperor's camp one after another to kill.

Under the meteors that flew by quickly, the Tarsus fire throwers who were close to the target inserted more than 20 iron-hooped single-barreled cannons diagonally into the ground with shrimp pins, raised the muzzles, lit the fuses and turned their backs. In the "boom, boom, boom, boom" volley of fire and roar, all the emperor's large sections of chariots trembled and shook, and the backs of the soldiers of the brigade who climbed up densely were instantly illuminated as bright as day.

On the earth tower, Gawain, leaning on the phosphorescent sword, looked at the scene in front of him. The emperor's camp and fortress had turned into a sea of ​​fire, burning everywhere.

The white hands of the beautiful female devil suddenly appeared on the black robe and armor, and wandered to Gawain's chest, "Gawain, the curtains on the bed of the great Queen of Ten Thousand Cities have been burned, and her beautiful face and body are all exposed to your eyes."

"Ajehe, do I need forgiveness now?" Gawain's beard trembled a little, holding the female devil's hand and asking softly.

"The king cannot forgive the king, which is a great shame for both sides." Ajehe whispered the answer in Gawain's ear.

"Ajehe, do I have to wait for the next generation to conquer the Queen of Ten Thousand Cities?"

And Ajehe's smile quickly dissipated in the wind, without giving a single word of answer.

Gawain looked back and saw nothing except the battlements and soldiers holding torches and cheering loudly. "Well, it's foolish to pin the answer on the devil."

The Turkish army servant was sitting next to the bronze perfume bottle cannon, and was completely unaware of the conversation between his master and the female devil just now, because he was stunned by such a huge victory:

Eight hundred elite soldiers tore through the right side of the emperor's chariot;

The Red Hand Brigade broke through and captured the center;

The Gimages Brigade and some border residents began to attack the left side;

And Branas's other legion, all the Red Hand cavalry, Oghuz cavalry and armored cavalry rushed from the back of the emperor's chariot, and then all the soldiers of the Guardian Brigade dismounted, regardless of their affiliation, and rushed to climb up and attack.

In the chariot, thousands of loyal soldiers of the emperor were still fighting desperately in the narrow space, buying time for Alexius to escape.

An hour later, Stallianus, who was commanding the front line of the Gimages Brigade, came from a gap in the fort with more than a dozen affiliated fire throwers, carrying three iron hoop cannons, and infiltrated over the piled corpses of both sides. He soon saw a huge tent, where the emperor's soldiers were driving pack animals and vehicles everywhere. Stallianus soon saw the flagpole erected in front of the tent.

"It's the place where the emperor stored Khitan snow. It really adopted Miss Plani's regulations - where are your iron hoop cannons, shoot one for me." Stallianus shouted.

As a result, one barrel was unusable, and only two could still fire.

As expected of a graduate of St. Paul's College, Stallianus said as the fire-throwing soldier beside him began to erect the arrow-proof wooden shield with firing holes and set up the iron-hooped cannon behind it, "Wait for two, shoot one and keep one."

At this time, they were only a hundred feet away from the tent, and many of the emperor's soldiers had already discovered them. Arrows were whizzing in, making the wooden shield in front of the cannon muzzle crackle continuously.

With a muffled sound, one of the iron-hooped cannons shot out a ball of sparks, and then the lead bullet flew more than sixty feet and hit a carriage of the emperor's side.

Very quickly, Stallianus shouted the order to increase the weight of Khitan snow, and then a fire-throwing soldier wrapped a lead bullet with burning sheepskin and stuffed it into the muzzle.

As a result, the second shot flew out quickly.

It passed through the ranks of the emperor's soldiers and military servants and flew into the large tent filled with Khitan snow barrels.

Stallianus only saw a group of red dots being stimulated, expanding in an instant, followed by a strong wind and waves of fire, a pile of Khitan snow barrels exploded, and many of the emperor's soldiers who were close to them were swallowed up at once, turning into black shadows flying everywhere. Stallianus and all the fire-throwing gunners rolled back, and the explosions behind them became louder and louder, as if another volcano had erupted from a volcano, and the snake-like fireworks illuminated and burned the sky above the entire chariot camp.

The emperor who was running away on horseback looked back and saw it.

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Gawain on the earthen tower of the Gimges camp also saw it.

In the violent and continuous explosions, the resistance in the emperor's chariot camp soon became completely silent, and no one had the courage to fight on - Gawain's brigades and cavalry from all sides poured in, and by the second half of the night, they all occupied the passages and barriers.

The camp of Brennus was captured at dawn. There was almost no decent garrison inside. The hundreds of soldiers and an equal number of military servants who remained surrendered immediately when they saw Gawain's battle flag.

When the morning of the 19th came, the "Imperial Chariot" with a circumference of about ten ancient miles turned into a huge charred and incomplete corpse, lying on the plains of Philomelon.

The large tent gunpowder depot was hit and exploded. The surrounding area of ​​more than 100 feet was full of blood pits and scorched earth. Six or seven thousand imperial prisoners lined up in a long line and walked out of the chariot. Several Tarsus heavy armored warriors holding small flags were standing at the exit in twos and threes. Beside them were the bodies of the dead in the battle.

Among the prisoners was Atreides. He was in the column and felt ashamed of the decisive battle yesterday: he had a shield and a helmet, and a sharp heavy spear, but he was captured without any resistance.

At the exit, beside the piles of wreckage of baggage carts, Atretis saw the body of Celilarus, the commander of the Immortal Army, who died in battle. He dragged his legs, which were bleeding, and his chest was still pressed on the fork of the musket. His armor was broken and blood was everywhere, but his head and charred hair were still raised unyieldingly, and he maintained a dying posture of glaring at the enemy. Beside him were the bodies of his loyal and brave subordinates, and broken spears and bamboo arrows were piled up like bushes.

Atretis shed tears. He was destined to be just a soldier, not a hero.

Amid the neighing of horses and cheers, Atretis looked up and saw an extremely tall and majestic general riding a black Turkic horse, coming towards them.