Eagle Byzantium

Diogenes grabbed the wine bag, drank a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth and beard, and then he saw the soldiers holding bows and arrows looking at him - in the puddle soaked in blood, there were several Turkic soldiers in tattered armor, struggling to cover their wounds, holding on to the tree trunks in the water, trembling, and standing up. The arrow wound just now was not fatal.

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha!" Diogenes laughed happily, his laughter became more and more intense, and then he covered his chest and gasped in pain: Back then, at the lake in front of the gate of Constantine Tim, he, Gawain, and Ericson were forced into a desperate situation by the Turks, and finally all of them were shot into the water as live targets. For so long, this nightmare has always lingered and tortured me. Now it is finally our turn to take revenge, finally...

"What are you looking at? Pull the bowstring again and shoot them all to death." The former guard officer's eyes were bloodshot due to the effects of alcohol and poisonous nightshade. He kept shouting at the archers lined up in front of his horse to shoot all the remaining soldiers to death, but everyone was very hesitant - when they fought desperately on the battlefield before, when they cut down the enemy, they would not hesitate to stab the deadly blade, but now looking at this group of desperate guys, they couldn't be cruel.

"Shoot them to death, bastards, do it!" Soon, Diogenes lost control of his emotions. He waved his whip and kept whipping the soldiers around him, then took out a bow and arrow from the saddle, "I'll do it myself."

"Stop, Diogenes." Amid the neighing of the horse, Gawain rode Quicksilver and walked behind him, saying in a deep voice.

"Gawain...Gawain, we finally won, finally won!" Looking back at his guard, he was so excited that tears and snot flowed down, and he kept staring at himself. He kept saying, "So now it's our turn to represent the Roman Empire and exercise the power of the victor. They are destined to be used as targets and shot to death in the lake. Destined! This is the fate of the loser!" Diogenes kept pointing in the direction of several remnants with his right hand and roared.

"Yes, we won. But you don't have to kill anymore. I repeat, today's killing is over. Now go back to your post, gather the ranks, and count the results and captives." Gawain pulled the reins. He approached Diogenes and said.

"Delusion!" Diogenes roared, and then Gawain whipped his horse whip and knocked his bow and arrow to the ground, "You also take the wineskin of the guard and take him back to the camp for treatment." Gawain clearly saw that there was a wound on Diogenes' chest, and blood was oozing out. It seemed that he was cut by the spear blade. If he got more excited, the wound would tear.

The soldiers rushed forward, ignoring Diogenes's shouting and scolding. They put him on a stretcher and carried him back to the camp for rescue.

Gawain was facing the lake full of red light at this moment, squinting at the few remaining Roman soldiers who were still standing there, and said to Muzafiadin who was holding the horse beside him, "Don't see this scene, hold Quicksilver's head. Walk forward fifty steps."

Muzafiadin really turned his head, led his master and the warhorse, and walked forward quickly. "Even if you are willing to forgive, they can't survive. Right?"

"Well, give them some glory before death." Gawain made a palm-clasping gesture to the soldiers who stayed there, and then pointed his finger at his chin.

So the last few remaining soldiers were pulled ashore, knelt in the direction of the Kaaba, and after a short prayer, all their heads were chopped off.

Gawain strolled in the wilderness in front of the valley, with corpses everywhere. He looked up and saw that the red hand cross sword battle flag had been erected on the mountain, and the drumbeats symbolizing victory were transmitted one after another to the long Ores Gorge, which twisted and turned to Konya.

The Sultan's offensive had been crushed. In this short and tragic battle today, 4,500 Roma soldiers lost their lives, and there were almost no prisoners and survivors. This was the rule he had set in advance.

More than 300 people were killed in his Red Hand Company, more than 500 people were killed in the Byzantine Roman Army of Titusius, and 11 experienced knights were killed in the Holy Banner Company of Tancred.

At this time, the flaxen-haired Norman young general was walking towards him head-on with several followers who were inspecting the battlefield, stepping on the grass fertilized by blood.

"Can the accounts be sorted out?" Gawain asked on horseback, a few steps away from Tancred.

"Three hundred horses were captured, and they will be divided equally. You, me, and Titius's troops will each get one hundred horses."

"Tancred, it's much easier to do business with you than with your uncle." Then Gawain took a letter from the messenger, "Now I'm going to read the results. Among the 4,556 people killed by Sultan Konya this time, there were 1,140 people wearing chain turbans and helmets; more than 2,500 were from my big company..."

"Don't dream, Gawain, without the assault of my Holy Banner Company, you wouldn't have any results!" Tancred flatly refused Gawain to read on, "In the annals of the future, our tribe will be the first hero and warrior in this battle."

Gawain raised his hand, threw the letter upside down into the messenger's hand, and told him to keep it, "Well, let's not talk about this, it's time to talk about the issue of doing dirty work."

"Ask your armed regiment to do it." After Tancred finished speaking, he turned around and got on the horse and left.

Gawain, whose armor and white robe were stained with the blood of the enemy, walked into a tent beside the scarlet tent before accepting the cheers of the soldiers. Several camp soldiers, under the command of Light, took off the cloak, holy armor and helmet for the Grand Duke, and then the undershirt and underwear. Then Light lifted the jar full of lake water, pulled it up with a rope and hung it on the beam of the tent. Then the water kept pouring down through the holes that had been pierced in advance. "Pancreas." So Light sent the pancreas produced in Iberia to the hands of the chief steward of the Asiatic march.

After taking a bath and changing into casual clothes, Gawain walked into the scarlet tent where Anna was. He was afraid that his appearance just now would scare her.

A correct version in 16-9 Book Bar!

"Congratulations on your great victory, Great Barbarian. Can you tell me about this glorious record? Or should I ask Taitisius in person?" Anna was there, biting the pen tube gently and smiling - Gawain thought she looked particularly cute like this.

Before Gawain could answer, the sound of people and wheels outside came. Gawain's face changed slightly, and he pulled down the curtain at the door. Then he said to the Turkish military servant beside him, "Encircle this place with flags, and all the baggage carts and two-wheeled carts should go around."

"What's wrong?" Anna stood up and asked in surprise when she saw this scene, and Agnes stood in front of her, blocking Gawain.

"Nothing, there are some horrible scenes that you and Agnes cannot see. Listen to me-from today until tomorrow evening, you two and Stavrachos will be in the scarlet tent, which is equivalent to confinement. You are not allowed to go out, let alone walk around at will." Gawain said so, and then hurriedly saluted Anna and walked out. (To be continued ~^~)