Eagle Byzantium

The Norman knights and soldiers who were riding on their saddles with their spears between their legs instantly felt the fearless courage of their ancestors who galloped across the country in Apulia, Durazzo, and Sicily in the face of all kinds of powerful enemies. This courage made their blood boil, and the murderous aura condensed on the sharp lance blades in front of the horses' heads. The speed was getting faster and faster, and the momentum was getting more and more rapid.

At that time, a large number of Turkish cavalry were standing on the edge of Asase. Some of them continued to besiege and shoot at Orsen's Jinat soldiers, who had more than half of them dead or wounded. The rest formed several rows of horizontal formations and shot countless arrows at Gregor's troops who waded to reinforce.

Because the Gimages Brigade had just arrived here and set up camp not long ago, and was also the closest part of the Grand Duke's army to the battlefield, Gregor saw the friendly forces on the other side of the river being ambushed. Even though most of his own side were Syrians who lacked battle experience, he still led more than a thousand men and horses, bravely waded into the Orontes River, and rushed along the shallows towards the black flag of the "middle finger bone".

But what answered them was the sharp arrows flying like locusts and wasps on the Turkic thunder bowstrings. The leading team of the Gimages Brigade, who had difficulty riding horses in the river, were all shot and fell immediately. Most of them were swept away by the river and died in battle, and the blood stained the river. Nearly 200 people were killed and wounded in a short period of time. The Gimages Brigade's river crossing reinforcement was seriously frustrated. Gregor took many wounded soldiers and retreated to the camp fence. Looking at the mighty river and the arrogant enemy on the opposite side, he was at a loss.

But then, the Norman cavalry that had fought back, inspired by the desperate unity of the three relatives, Bohemond, Tancred, and Richard, rode their horses and held their spears, launching an unstoppable and perfect wave of powerful cavalry assaults: the Turkic formation was pierced and cut into pieces horizontally, just like a vulnerable earthen embankment under a crazy countercurrent, and collapsed.

"I want you guys to see the skills of the Apulian warriors!" Bohemond under the nose helmet. Although he was very tired, his eyes were bright and angry, and Turks were constantly stabbed and trampled under the tip of his spear.

"Now we have come from Italy to Asia, and we will slaughter you in another place." Tancred's spear blade next to him was also stained with blood, and the souls of the Turks were scattered under his iron hooves.

"Kill as much as you want, and sacrifice a hundred heads of unbelievers to Brad!" Behind him. Richard, wearing a chainmail turban, raised the hilt of his sword, slashed left and right, and shouted and fought.

The crushed Turkish cavalry fled in all directions, gathering and dispersing in twos and threes. From time to time, they turned their horses to shoot arrows at the Norman cavalry that broke in again, and all the Normans bravely used kite shields to protect them. When their horses were injured or killed, they jumped off, pulled the ownerless Turkish horses, and sat on them again, continuing to fight and charge with weapons in hand. They simply couldn't stop in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

On the other side of the river, Gawain also brought 700 cavalrymen with flags to the camp of the Gimages Brigade, and he immediately saw. On the north side of the road, Diogenes, wrapped in a Saracen turban, also led a part of the Pronian cavalry, and a long column of lightly armed spearmen and archers, rushing to help.

The other side saw him from a distance and stopped their horses, but did not hesitate for too long. Then he shouted, "Give the order, Grand Duke!"

"Gregor. Calm your brigade and rescue the wounded. Protect the camp and don't let everyone collapse. Then wait for Melo's instructions here." Gawain pulled the reins, nodded to Diogenes, and then gave such an order to Gregor and the entire new brigade.

"All Roman warriors, follow my flag and charge. Your ancestors and even the next generation may not be able to see how the Lord's soldiers gathered under one flag today and won a sacred and great victory over the pagans. They were invincible in the past three hundred years, but the turning point of fate is about to be realized on the edge of our swords!" Gawain pulled the reins and turned around to shout to all the cavalry. Then Quicksilver's back was aroused with bumps, and the white hair stood up again. That was the reaction of its beautiful and agile hooves stepping into the swirling river water. Although the water was shallow, it was extremely urgent and cold. Gawain's greaves were also soaked in the bone-chilling cold. He simply supported the trembling horse's neck and kept smoothing its hair. At the same time, his eyes looked at the shaking horizon. The water in front was still mixed with unmelted ice and snow. He had to keep controlling Quicksilver and tell it to slow down appropriately to avoid these small pieces of ice that could cut its perfect body. Under the scouring of the water, they would cause great damage to the warhorse.

"Oh!" When Brumson and Muzafiadin, one on the left and one on the right, rode their horses and held flags with the Grand Duke, and jumped into the river, the Red Hand Cavalry and all the soldiers of Diogenes followed them and rushed to the other side. They were not as protective of their mounts as Gawain. Hundreds of swimming cavalry quickly broke through the white and yellow ice and snow floating layer and rushed through the rapids of the Orontes River in early spring.

Adsonius withdrew all the cavalry in time. The Turks came like a whirlwind and left like a whirlwind. Soon, they took the flags and went in batches and disappeared in the valleys facing Persia. Only a few elite scouts were left, still harassing and blocking the Christians' pursuers.

The entire bank of the narrow river valley was full of dead bodies and wounded. The teams of the three lords and generals Raymond, Bohemond and Orson all suffered heavy casualties. Raymond almost did not save his life. His mount was killed, and all sides were surrounded. It was the body of a fallen soldier, but the Marquis of Provence remained until the most critical moment. Not changing his bravery, after the spear was broken, he switched to a long sword to kill him. He was injured in many places. It was not until he saw the figures of Bohemond and Gawain arriving that he sat on the ground, panting heavily, and put the man wrapped in chain mail His left arm was bent, and his right hand held the bloody sword blade, constantly pulling and wiping it between them.

On the ridge where Adesonius was originally commanding, among the wild shrubs and long grass, Gawain rode up, Diogenes took the initiative to stand behind him on horseback, and Bohemond's uncle and nephew also ran up.

The two groups of people broke away from the side-by-side fighting just now and continued to keep their distance and looked at each other warily.

Gawain saw that Bohemond's cold, clear glass-like eyes were staring at him, pointing at the rolling mountains opposite, "Aghi's main force is still arrayed not far from us, threatening River mouth fortress." Then, the Duke of Apulia pointed to another place. There were fires and shouts of death at the Antioch city gate, where thick smoke filled the air. "And crazy fighting broke out at the two city gates. Looking at the three flags on the tower, it seemed that Achish had successfully defeated us who were the most capable of fighting." Go - now we are here, neither retreat nor advance."

Hearing this, Tancred gritted his teeth. He knew in his heart that the siege of the city was being fiercely attacked by Aji. He drew his troops and came here, and he had an unshirkable responsibility. Regardless of whether Ade was attacked Whether the Priest of Marr survives this battle or not, he will face a torrent of condemnation. (To be continued ~^~)