Eagle Byzantium

Fortunately, in order to fight today, Tancred had specially found a Saracen embroidery master from Sicily to embroider a majestic lion on his scarlet cloak, but now the dusty Gawain Cavalry Company has taken the starting position.

Three companies, about 500 cavalrymen wearing horse clothes and gears, formed two wide columns with spears, and galloped down the hillside. The light cavalry behind them were arranged in several rows, following closely behind. Not only the Cumans under Gawain, but also the light cavalry of Calabria, all held Byzantine cavalry axes, small axes, maces, and even special iron rods in their hands. And in this battle, the tactics arranged by the Asiatic Marching General were different from the past: the heavy cavalry charged forward with all their strength, and the light cavalry stalked behind to harvest.

The shouts and killings shook the earth, and the horses' hooves made the whole valley tremble.

"You are responsible for following the lances and thoroughly clearing the battlefield. No mercy is shown to those who are facing the axes and iron rods." This was a clear instruction from Gawain in advance. The reason for using these weapons was to "leave no one alive."

Moreover, following all the cavalry were three companies of Italian veterans and a Lombard infantry.

The first to collapse was the Roman detachment, which was originally responsible for armed search and elimination of ambushes. Their cavalry ran first, and then the poor infantry abandoned their weapons and flags and ran around desperately, but their necks and backs were hit one by one by the light cavalry with axes and iron rods. One after another, like crops cut down in the fields, they rolled under the horses' hooves and fell in a pool of blood.

The large group of Roma soldiers who were still fighting with the Byzantine infantry and cavalry in front of them on their right wing turned their heads to look to their right side amidst the thunderous sound. The feathers on the heads of countless angry horses suddenly came, and the spears pierced the flesh and blood of their comrades, and then they were crushed to pieces by the people beside them who were squeezed and collapsed. Like the sea water hitting the reef, blood-made "water foam" was flying everywhere. Some people were immediately pierced by the cavalry spears, some were trampled by the horses' hooves, and some were squeezed by their companions, falling down in groups, and the screams were endless.

Giliki Arslan attacked more than 10,000 people in the valley plain. He was stabbed hard in the "waist" and collapsed instantly.

"The whole army advances!" On the front line, Taitsius and Mikhail under the purple royal flag, including Branas who commanded the right wing, and Diogenes on the left wing, almost couldn't contain their excitement at the same time. All raised their batons and sabers, "crush and slaughter everyone!"

On the two fronts, the Roman army, the Normans, and the Red Hand Company formed an iron hoop-like "L" shape. Regardless of the infantry and cavalry, they all used spears, swords, and hammers to attack the large number of Roma soldiers trapped in the middle, like two meat grinders. "Crunch, crunch" the stubborn Turks were chopped down and killed.

"Our right wing collapsed!"

"Our left wing began to flee!"

"Our reserve infantry and archers began to flee along the river valley!"

On the mountain, under the scarlet eagle flag, Giliki Arslan's eyes were bloodshot. Listening to the slave soldiers supervising the battle reporting the battle situation in the same miserable tone, his face was pale, and his hand holding the whip was shaking. Looking at the smoke and dust rolling on the entire battlefield below, his elite soldiers were trampled and killed one by one, and the pagans did not cut off their heads at all, and there were no prisoners. Instead, they used light cavalry with axes and sticks to execute them immediately. The bodies soon covered half of the valley. The bloody and mentally collapsed flag bearers stumbled, wandered and wailed in the dust stirred up by the horses' hooves. Until they were chopped down by the enemy.

"Prepare the horses, prepare the horses! I want to rush down and fight the enemy!" Jiliki shouted angrily. He lost his mind and his eyes began to blacken. However, the slave soldiers led the horses in the opposite direction and knelt in front of him, begging the Sultan to abandon this place and retreat to a safe place as soon as possible, so as to avoid the entire army and the leaders of the kingdom being killed here.

At this time, Vizier Ibn Maimon on the wall of the New Gate of Nicaea was also stunned by the battle below the city. "Vizier..." Several warriors seemed to ask him for instructions on whether to go out of the city to fight the Red Hand Company, but Maimon raised his hand to stop them. He clearly saw that behind the wooden fence of the enemy camp facing the New Gate, many soldiers were ready for battle, equipped with stone shooters and archery machines, aiming at the city gate. If he commanded the soldiers to rush out, they would only be subjected to more tragic sniping.

"We are blocked, not to mention that the battle on the other side of the valley has already been decided. For all the warriors in Nicaea, the right thing to do is to defend well."

Then, Maimon pursed his lower lip, his white beard fluttering in the wind, looking at the lake of Nicaea sadly, without saying a word, his heart was dead.

After an hour of fighting, the scarlet eagle flag of Giliki disappeared from the city's visible hilltops. Nicaea was immediately filled with mourning: Everyone knew that their Sultan's army had been defeated. Right in front of everyone's eyes, it was completely annihilated by the pagan cavalry.

When the sun set, several messengers entered Gawain's scarlet tent and reported to Anna, who was sitting at the table, "There is no hope for the city of Nicaea. The great Roman army, under the joint command of General Gawain Lusser and General Taitius, and under the protection of the Holy Apostle Emperor, the Three Saints and the Patron Saint, completely defeated the reinforcements of the Sultan of Konya."

"Very good, the hatred and resentment from several years ago have finally been avenged." Anna answered loudly, and then she took the reed pen and ink box from Andeodat and Agnes standing beside her, and wrote carefully on the paper roll. After a while, she raised her eyebrows and asked one of the messengers, "What is the result of the battle?"

"The enemy's dead are very many, from the north side of the valley to the shore of Lake Nicaea. The two generals are bravely chasing the remaining enemies, chasing the enemy's Sultan, and clearing the entire battlefield." The messenger bowed his head.

Anna nodded, and then continued to write on the paper with joy, "...The Romans and their auxiliary troops set up a clever ambush, chose the most favorable time for themselves, and launched a war like thunder. Even though the Sultan of Konia was so cunning and he had so many warriors under his command, they still failed in front of Gawain's wrist. They all became floating dust and blood rust, because the Almighty God told us that the wicked are destined to pay the price for their evil deeds..."

A correct version of the book in 16-9!

At this moment, between a bush and a puddle by the lake, Diogenes was commanding the pursuit team, trapping dozens of Roma soldiers who had fled here.

"Shoot!" The guard shouted, and then the rain of arrows flew away. The Roma soldiers who had no way to escape were shot down with wailing, and their bodies all fell into the water. The blood quickly drifted away, reflecting the setting sun. (To be continued ~^~)