Eagle Byzantium

The horses' heads of both sides were intertwined. The arc of the slave soldier's sharp scimitar slipped on Bramson's waist chainmail. It passed by like a comet, cutting off the chain ring with several sections, and then the slave soldier's His forehead was hit by the sword light of the Swabian two-handed sword that was stabbing him. The reins flew away, the helmet cracked into several pieces from the back, and his body flew out of the saddle upside down. A wisp of blood sprayed onto Brahms's cheek, causing his eyes to shrink suddenly. The smell of blood poured into his nose. The slight scratch on his side hurt when exposed to the cold wind. It hurts.

The two flag guard cavalry beside him, without saying a word, directly swung their long-handled iron caltrops hammers and smashed several Turkic cavalry who were pulling strings and raising knives until blood spurted out and they fell off their horses. "Work harder and break through." , you can see the enemy's lineup!" Bramson saw several Turkic slave soldiers on the top of the mountain turn and leave, and relaxed his reins. The flag bearer beside him held the battle flag tightly. and other cavalrymen followed.

Suddenly, the "Captain" turned his body in the sky, roared and swooped down, and crashed into the bushes in front of Bramson. Amidst the flying grass clippings, a small Turk soldier holding a bow and arrow was killed by this ferocious hunter. The falcon pecked and scratched, and jumped out with a scream. Diognis rushed up on horseback in the blink of an eye and shot an arrow. The ambush soldier was shot dead on the spot on his back. He raised his feet and swung twice before falling down on the ground. The ground never moves again.

But in the long grass behind, there were frightened "venomous snakes", a group of other Turkic soldiers wearing animal skin cloaks and bare heads. Some were holding long hooks, some were throwing lassoes, and some were carrying nooses on their backs. Holding arrows and scimitars, they ran out one after another. After thirty of their own cavalry re-captured the hill, they followed up to ambush and wait for an opportunity to intercept and kill.

A hook was thrust towards the galloping Bramson, even though the swordsmanship instructor's riding skills and the mount itself were both impressive. He ran sideways for two steps and avoided it. The flag bearer behind him followed, turned the battle flag with the halberd branch upside down and stabbed it into the soldier's neck. Blood spurted out and stained half of the flag.

At this moment, with a curse in Turkic language, another Turk avoided Bramson's chop. The steps slanted towards the right side of the horse's head, and the hook hit his horse's neck. The horse screamed suddenly, its hoofs slid wildly, and the Turkic man's face was distorted, and he opened his mouth and shouted. He could see that Bramson was the leader of the scout team. He held a scratching hook in his hand and held back the already crazy horse. Bramson was shaken up and down on the horse, and the bridge of his nose and The nose guard squeaked due to the violent impact, and the scene in front of me turned into several layers of afterimages, constantly sifting through them. He raised his sword to chop this man to death, but when he swung it, the hilt fell out of his hands and the sword suddenly fell to the ground!

"Damn it!" Bramson almost shouted. At this time, several Turks were shouting from all directions, brandishing their swords and spears, wanting to kill him. The red-handed general cavalry behind him and Diognis fired arrows one after another, whizzing past Bramson's back on both sides, and all three who tried to get close to Bramson were shot through their vital points. While maintaining the running posture, he rolled and fell to the ground. Another arrow pierced the waist of the guy holding the hook, and the man began to vomit blood from the corner of his mouth. But he still gritted his bloody teeth and refused to let go. Bramson's horse also lost its mind and went crazy with the pain. It was impossible to control it and change its direction. Now it was just charging with all its strength, and was blocked by the hook. Both the man and the horse were in a state of silence. He struggled hard, and the wounds continued to bleed.

Over there, the dozen or so Turkic horse-riding slave soldiers who had originally withdrawn turned around again, shot down several red-handed cavalry, and began to mount their strings again, facing Bramson.

Bramson gritted his teeth, his hands trembling, and pulled out the hand crossbow from the hanging bag. He softly shouted for the blessings of the Holy Lord, the Holy Mother, the Son, the Holy Spirit and the Holy Apostles. The crossbow machine rang. Although the Turkic soldier was not alive, he still His mind was still very bright, so he retracted his head, and the crossbow arrow pierced his hat tassel and passed flatly, but the hook was still strong.

"It's over." This was Bramson's last thought, but he didn't expect that at the moment of life and death, a person's memory capacity would suddenly expand so much: Damn it, the Grand Duke still lacks a castle for me! There are Andodat, Lambert, etc., but I, a nobleman with excellent swordsmanship, integrity, and outstanding appearance and behavior (although I am shabby), do not have such treatment, but I have to fight for it. Did you die on that nameless hill in Antioch?

Why, why is this happening? Whether he joins the army or joins the Jinshu Brotherhood, I am obviously the one who came first. Why is Dorus Lambert always the one who comes last? I am not convinced!

With sadness, Bramson raised his neck and looked at the unobstructed rotating sky. There was no sunshine and blue at all. Black, half-black, and gray-white clouds completely gathered and obscured the sky. Like a huge bleak whirlpool, it becomes deeper and deeper, "Welcome the arrows of death!"

With a "bang" sound, the hook suddenly broke. The Turkic soldier was shaking, with arrows piercing through his neck and arms, and then he was knocked straight down by the bleeding and angry war horse under Bramson's crotch. The ground, bones and torso were trampled, making bursting sounds.

Here, staring at the thick clouds in the sky and fighting back and forth on the hillock, Gawain circled the sundial plate with the small gold chain twice, put it into the hanging bag on his saddle, and then Quicksilver She bowed on her back, raised her riding whip and whipped Sabina, who was leaning over to bite Quicksilver, "Hey, you lady, be more reserved and generous, and stay away from the horse that the owner is going to ride. Quicksilver is afraid of being You bite."

Then, Gawain bent his arm and pulled it back. Muzaffy Adin next to him understood and waved the red hand flag: amidst the sound of the horn, all the other eight squadrons of the Baptized Cavalry Company lined up like fish scales. The formation, vast and majestic, headed in the direction of the hillock under the guidance of Muzhafi Adin.

Then, Gawain turned around again and stood still while the densely packed Red Hand Brigade infantry spearmen waved their arms:

"All soldiers, it is almost certain that the main force of the enemy is behind the hill in front. If this is the case, then we should not let them go back to the city of Antioch. The pagans have the courage to come out, so why bother to hide behind us? What's behind the line of sight? Let's move forward and look for it. Their bad luck. Look at the red feathers on my helmet and follow it without allowing any slack. In addition, the two infantry Banda detachments commanded by Decius must complete the designated tactics after receiving the signal, otherwise they will be killed. It’s not as simple as whipping!”

Giovanni, who was standing at the head of the formation, took over the ichthyosaur battle flag. The wind blowing from his back poured into the mouth of the heavy gold-plated ichthyosaur full of "sharp teeth", pulling the cloth bag behind it to dance vigorously. "Flute player!" (To be continued~^~)