Eagle Byzantium
Chapter 119: Angel Army
"Turn around, don't run away, and fight the enemy to the end!" Kobuha turned his head and faced the crumbling battle line in front of him again, as well as the countless patrolling and hesitant soldiers. He glared at the red thread in his eyes and roared wildly.
Then the prince of Mosul personally mounted his war horse and galloped to the front line. Together with many loyal slave soldiers, he slashed the fleeing rebels with his sword and scolded everyone to move forward bravely and fight to the death. With the fierce prince personally supervising the battle, tens of thousands of Mosul soldiers could only grit their teeth, gather again, and continue to line up on both fronts.
"All the enemy's rations have been burned by our surprise attack. All the Red Hand Brigade raised their spears and charged forward!" When they saw the front, there was only a small gap, and the Turkic battle line was cut open by Baldwin's dismounted knights. , Merlot caught Seizing the opportunity, he waved his baton loudly: the drum beat violently sounded, and all the infantrymen of the Red Hand Brigade straightened the straight spears in their hands slightly, roared and ran, and devoted themselves to the decisive victory with the attitude of a new force. Negative duel stage.
Wherever the spear blade struck, the Mosul front line that had just been about to gain a firm foothold was torn to pieces, and the gap was torn wider. Along with the red-handed infantrymen who bravely raised their spears to kill the pushers, many Baldwins The heavily armored knights and sergeants on foot also used up their last strength and fought together. Under the terrible summer sun, the lives of countless Turkic soldiers who stood in the way of the charge of the spear forest fell like hailstones falling rapidly from the sky, and their corpses were spread layer by layer on the wilderness facing the Kobuha camp.
Soon in front of the stream, Kobuha's men and horses could no longer maintain the courage to fight: some Turkic soldiers hit their horses and splashed in the water, and fled to the other side, but more people were crowded on the shore. , unable to advance or retreat, was horribly unilaterally massacred by the pilgrims who surrounded them, leaving corpses They fell into the stream one after another, and the water suddenly turned red, but Baldwin's men didn't mind. They took off their helmets, jumped into the polluted stream, frantically picked up the blood-red water with their helmets, drank it, and then wiped it. Wiping his mouth, holding up his sword, he ran wildly after Kobuha's defeated soldiers.
In front of St. Paul's Gate, Ademar kept shouting excitedly. The holy spear in his hand was raised higher and more eye-catching. Under the orders of their respective leaders, the Christian soldiers of the five phalanxes launched an unstoppable attack on the Cobuha camp. Decisive attacks were carried out: many, many There are nobles and knights, those who have horses ride horses, those who have mules ride mules, and those who have camels, like Lord Hartmann, who rides a little donkey that neighs like thunder, and it roars angrily. , still carrying the master wielding a cavalry ax, hacking and killing. Many Turkic soldiers saw the shining golden holy spear in the opponent's formation and knew that it must be a particularly sacred and secret heavenly weapon. They were immediately frightened and abandoned it regardless of the scoldings of the princes, emirs or beys. After crossing the front line, they began to flee for their lives along all the roads they could find.
Amidst the fire and screams, with two banners of scriptures on both sides, Kobuha's eyes began to become bloodshot and his head began to feel dizzy, "Budakis, Budakis!" The prince looked around, but in front of him, there was an avalanche. Like a defeated army, behind him were the devastated The camp collapsed like this, and he hoped to find his beloved, but beside him, there were only thousands of the most loyal infantry and cavalry, all of whom were the bodyguards who had followed Kobuha for a long time on the battlefield, and that Budakis had long since They disappeared, most of them blending in with the crowd and escaping.
"Okay, let us turn the tide of the battle!" Kobuha has not lost confidence yet. He still has the most elite forces, and Karagdi also rushed back with many cavalry to join the Royal Guild. Together, "Good comrade Karagdi, rely on your and my courage, turn around and charge again, just one more time. If you fail, the reason is not with me, but with the cowards who insulted the honor of the Ogus warriors." , For example, cowards like Ridwan and Dukak, but I have never been defeated by the enemy, but at the hands of my own people." After saying that, both Kobuha and Karagdi drew their swords, behind them. Two big flags fluttered, "Jihad, be proud to be a martyr in the City of Allah!" The last Mosul warriors formed a rectangular formation and fearlessly moved towards the enemy who had already occupied the absolute advantage on the battlefield. The pilgrims counterattacked.
The sharp sound of the horn interrupted Kobuha's thoughts: On the hillside to the north of his team, countless majestic men and horses suddenly appeared, with flags and weapons standing under the clouds and sunshine. The most recent one was riding a horse. The general on the silver horse is followed by the cavalry like clouds. Their formation There are three eye-catching battle flags erected inside. One side is embroidered with the portrait of St. Michael riding a dragon, the other side is embroidered with the portrait of St. Dimitri holding a shield, and the other side is embroidered with the portrait of St. Nicholas holding a bow and arrow. This group of people was like an army of gods descending from the sky, which was inexplicably frightening.
But in fact, this was caused by the troops of Gawain and Raymond detouring back to Cobuha's northern flank after defeating Daphne's camp. Far away, the pilgrims who continued to attack with the Holy Spear cheered towards Gawain's army, with tears in their eyes. Many monks even shouted, "That is the army of St. George, composed of one hundred thousand angels. God’s hands must be stained with the blood of filthy unbelievers today!”
The last courage of Cobuha's team collapsed: Gawain and Raymond's cavalry rushed down, breaking his phalanx into several sections. Baldwin, Branas, Gregor and Southwest Godfrey, Bohemond, Robert, and Hugh's troops on the front line rushed to fight, but Kobuha and Kalaghdi abandoned their troops and fled in despair to the camp that was about to fall.
Inside the big tent, the catamites who were still there hugged each other and cried out when they saw the prince with disheveled clothes and a scary look rushing in after the curtain was lifted.
"My hourglass, my hourglass." Kobuha was in a trance, mumbling to himself, looking for something everywhere, and then saw the hourglass bottle on the ground, and the sand could no longer fall. "So that's how it is, so that's how it is, no wonder I failed, no wonder." Kobuha smiled bitterly, and at this moment, the sound of horse hooves and shouts of killing outside were getting closer and closer.
The hourglass bottle lay there quietly, with black ribbons wrapped around its two ends, as if it was wearing two black frames... In Kobha's eyes, the two ends of the hourglass bottle seemed to have transformed into the eyes of a wise old man who was not surprised by honor or disgrace, staring at him with regret and mockery, as if saying "You are still too young..."
Kobha looked up in grief, and General Kalagedi and several slaves beside him rushed to pull him and push him onto the horseback, "The pilgrims will soon attack here."
Before leaving, Kalagedi pointed at the tent full of boy catamites and asked His Royal Highness how to deal with them. Kobha said with a hollow look in his eyes, "Hand over the swords but not the cute boys..."
So when the prince rode away on horseback, a group of slave soldiers who were left behind raised their butcher knives at the trembling boy catamites, and soon screams broke out in the big tent. (To be continued ~^~)
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