Eagle Byzantium

After receiving the order, several flutists dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing bohemian-style feather hats proudly passed the position of Giovanni's fish-dragon flag, and then put the flute to their lips, making a rhythmic sound of humming and humming.

The first three rows of the Red Hand Brigade's large infantry spearmen looked at the steps of their respective flag bearers, responded to the sound of the flute, and stepped in unison with their leggings, holding towering spears that pierced the sky. In front of them, the wind reversed and came to their side. The wind became fierce, and it was like an invisible torrent, splitting the grass waves in front. Its gray traces were like countless twisting pythons, passing through the gaps in the queue, beating and biting on the soldiers' faces, making people feel breathless. Dark clouds quickly passed over their helmets and feathers, and the wind and sky were very evil!

Then, from the right wing of the entire team, two banda detachments led by Decius as Dugelius commander formed a straight line, and under the cover of skirmishers holding swords, shields and halberds, they trotted with their spears raised, and soon surpassed the horizontal advancement line where the main force was located.

On the other two sides, "We must also press forward." Taitius and Bohemond also issued this order almost at the same time. Now everyone's goal is the same, that is, to completely defeat the main force of Yagi Siyan and seize the city.

On the hill, Branson opened his eyes slightly. In front of him were several bloody bodies of Turkish soldiers. Two Turkish slave soldiers who were holding bows and preparing to shoot him fell off their mounts with arrow feathers. The ten Pronian cavalrymen who had detoured from the hill in advance saved Branson's life. After they rushed up, they shot the Turkish soldiers who besieged Branson with bows from the flanks and drove them away.

But with a bang, Bramson's horse also fell to the ground, curling up its hooves. With its head lowered and breathing weakly, Bramson knew that his friend was dying, so he picked up a shield and a Swabian sword, protected his friend, and accompanied him through the last journey.

At this moment, Diogenes and the rest of the cavalry crossed the ridge line and chased the remnants of the Turkic army. Similarly, a pagan soldier who had ambushed in the bushes stood up and raised a long hook to stab Diogenes who was rushing down.

The guard threw the iron flail in his hand directly, spinning it, smashing the face of the ambushed soldier, causing brains and blood to fly everywhere. He rolled down the hillside backwards. Then, another ambush soldier waved a lasso and threw it at the guard's back, trying to strangle his neck, but a strong wind suddenly blew, and the lasso was wrapped by the wind in mid-air. Diogenes stretched out his arms, shook the lasso with his backhand, and pulled the soldier with his horse, causing him to somersault several times, and dragged him down the hillside in a sharp turn. With a trail of smoke, his head and spine finally hit a tree trunk, and he died with a dull sound.

When Diogenes turned his head, he suddenly realized that the slave soldier he had been chasing had disappeared on the horse, and the horse was running diagonally towards the valley mouth where the evening clouds were rolling. The guard understood it in an instant. He took out the bow and arrow in a flash, and pulled the string - just after completing these procedures, the slave soldier hiding on the side of the horse's back in front also secretly pulled the bowstring of the recurve bow. He was ready to turn over and shoot a back arrow at Diogenes who was chasing him relentlessly.

But Diogenes' arrow flew faster. The chin of the slave soldier hiding in the stirrup was pierced through with the bowstring and arm. He fell from the horse's belly with a gurgling sound, and one foot was still hanging on the stirrup. He was dragged by his warhorse for a long time before he slowed down at the foot of the mountain.

Next, the guard reined in his mount, breathing heavily after the battle, sweat on both cheeks, meeting his chin, and then flowing to his neck. With the rolling of his Adam's apple, he finally saw the huge formation of the Turks across the hill that was regarded as the "eyes" of both armies, between countless peaks and valleys.

Gawain's guess was correct. Adsonius had about 12,000 infantry and cavalry, all standing here, and set up a strict, dense and terrifying formation in front of the valleys, like a sea of ​​weapons, battle flags and human heads.

What was even more frightening was that Adsonius saw that the thirty elite cavalrymen he had just sent out were defeated and driven down by the pilgrims' cavalry not long after they occupied the hill. So he simply sent out 120 elite slave soldiers under his own army, riding war horses again, firing powerful bows and arrows, and once again rolling towards this inconspicuous hill located on the battlefield where the two armies faced each other.

The sound of horse hooves almost shook the hill. At a distance of only more than 100 feet, Diogenes could almost see the murderous eyes of the opponent under the pointed helmet.

The cavalryman who was holding the flag beside Bramson ran to the stunned guard officer, "General, you can wave the battle flag!"

"Go back quickly, give me the battle flag, I want to remember the enemy's formation and posture clearly." Diogenes grabbed the soldier's battle flag, but the soldier did not let him go, "This is the flag given to me by the Grand Duke, not your team!"

An arrow flew through the air, ending all the arguments. The flag bearer's eyes went straight, and he raised his hand to lower it. Before he could touch the neck of the arrow, he fell off his horse. Diogenes hurriedly took the battle flag that fell from his hand, and then tightened the reins. The front hooves of his mount were in the air, and the eye-catching red battle flag was raised high and fluttered. Arrows shot from all directions, some shot into the bushes behind him, and some shot into the small tree trunks beside him. Below, Adsonius's most elite 120 slave cavalry formed a charging formation and approached him.

And the waving of this red flag happened to be the signal for a full-scale attack as agreed in advance.

But in fact, after the selected cavalry avoided the Turkish slave soldiers and ran down the hill again, Gawain's cavalry company had arrived at the foot of the hill in advance. There were four squadrons in the front, and more cavalry squadrons behind, forming a dense battle line, surging like a tide. Further behind were the Red Hand Brigade infantrymen who formed a wide front.

First, Bramson changed his horse and ran down, passing through the thousands of infantry and cavalry formations that were advancing rapidly, and came directly to Gawain, "Grand Duke, the enemy is on the other side of the hill."

"How many troops are there?"

But Bramson hurried down the hill and could not explain these details clearly.

Gawain looked serious, and his fingers holding the silver horse-head scepter clenched and relaxed, while the sword instructor was ashamed and felt guilty for not being able to provide more detailed detection intelligence, "Diogenes has not come down yet." The Grand Duke murmured.

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Finally, across hundreds of large infantry spears, Gawain saw his falcon spread its wings and flew over. When he stretched out his arm, the flat-feathered bird spun a few times and fluttered to a stop.

Then Diogenes crouched low, rode his wounded horse, held up Gawain's scarlet flag, and galloped to the front of all the cavalrymen who had lined up. He raised his head and shouted loudly, "Attack on all fronts, and then the cavalry will push forward. The enemy's main force will set up behind the hill!" (To be continued ~^~)