Eagle Byzantium

"Make a detour and attack from the side!" The furious Seven shouted to the flag bearer beside him, asking him to take part of the cavalry to the other side of the road and cooperate with him to annihilate the current group of foot soldiers.

"No, sir, the road over there has been cut off by them." The flag bearer pointed in the direction he said. Sure enough, there were more than a hundred Seleucid soldiers over there. Relying on the canals and low walls of the village, they held two flags, one in front and one behind, forming a double front, supporting each other with bows and spears, and covering most of the troops to attack Seven head-on.

Seven was still hesitating, the militia soldiers in front were approaching, the archers in the front row had stood up, started to draw their bows, and kept firing arrows at his cavalry. "Damn Gawain, have you trained these mud-legged people well?" Seven waved his sword and cursed, because he clearly felt that although these soldiers were called "militia", they could maintain their formation when shooting arrows, and they all listened to the command of flags and whistles when firing. They had good discipline and played the specialty of the dense and orderly arrows of the infantry cluster.

At the same time, Seven saw that while his cavalry was busy shooting back, another group of Seleucid militias were holding long and short weapons, and they were hiding behind the trees and bushes on the left side of the road. They were crouching and sticking their butts out, shouting and beating drums, and approaching his formation in waves, seemingly hoping to take the opportunity to launch a short-range hand-to-hand combat and defeat his cavalry.

"No chance to take advantage, let's go back." Seven slapped his mount's butt with his sword. Seeing that the enemy's formation was rigorous, he led all the cavalry and quickly ran back to the wall of the Alaman Castle, then passed through and entered the city to wait for orders.

As for the other two Calegos brothers, one was on the tower, looking at the narrow seashore leading to Attalia City in the west and the mountains on the land, and kept complaining, "Did His Majesty really ignore the existence of our castle and family because of the gains and losses of Antioch? Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?" The other one, holding a short halberd with a battle flag tied to it, walked back and forth along the long wall, urging the soldiers behind the battlements, "Prepare the bowstrings and fire arrows, transport the stones up, set up and maintain the crossbows, and wait for the instructions of their respective flag bearers. "

In the twilight, the Seleucid militia slowly cleared out the houses and villages under the city, and began to block all the eastward passages of Fort Alaman. They tied up the captured Calegos tenants with ropes and escorted them to Seleucid city in a string: most of them had to work as free laborers in the armory, leather workshops, and paper mills in the city for three years before they could become naturalized citizens, sign a benefic contract with Gawain and Anna, or obtain cultivated land, or become free employees.

"Ah, ah!" About half an hour later, several teams of cavalrymen holding red-handed battle flags galloped down from various hilltops and came to a distance of 300 feet outside the city. Then they raised their lances with square flags and blew the trumpet. The injured deputy herald, Lete Bozia, held the documents of negotiation on horseback, jumped a few steps out of the cavalry behind him, looked up at the guards who were shouting and cursing on the top of the city tower, and then unfolded the documents in his hand and recited loudly "The reason why I, Great Seleucia, attacked your castle."

"Liar, bastard!" All the private soldiers of the Calegos family were excited. They waved their slingshots, pulled their bows and arrows, and shot at Lete, preventing him from finishing the punitive text. Amidst a burst of laughter, Lete hurriedly threw down the scroll, held the shield behind him, and the warhorse under him tucked its tail and carried him back to his own camp.

Then there was no conversation for the whole night: the commander of the Seleucid militia, Birell, occupied the hill facing the small town, and the rest of the formations and camps extended down in all directions like spider claws, occupying many village ruins, and began to light torches and pine torches in the night, as if to build siege ladders and equipment.

"Just wait for them to attack the city tomorrow!" Looking at the torches in the enemy's camp and the smoke rising from the forging, and the noisy sounds of sawing wood, hammering nails, and throwing ropes, Seven Calegos wiped the sweat from his neck in the shooting hole of the tower and said in a rough and heroic voice, "How did Gawain retreat back then? Now I will make him lose even more miserably."

In the core tower of the big city, Nika, who could not be seen with his eyes, still sat there stiffly, tapping the wooden handrails with his fingers slowly, rhythmically, and without any fluctuations, one after another, as if accurately calculating the passage of time.

By the time Nika had knocked for 21,000 times, the faint morning light had spread to his boots, and the dust swallowed by the night began to dance briskly again, and then suddenly moved around with the earth-shaking cheers from the city.

Because five miles east of the Alaman Castle, the Gimages Legion, holding the Silver Spike Banner, led by 700 fully armed Jinat cavalry, came in a mighty force, covering all the valleys and plains. They quickly deployed their battle lines along the two wings of the hill that Birrel had previously occupied. Then, in the sunlight and amid the soldiers' thunderous roars, Gawain riding a black mare appeared. Beside him was a Turkish soldier carrying a bow and arrow, and behind him was Dim Goliath carrying a hexagonal long-handled iron hammer. Next to him was the Pauline female archon with golden hands also riding a mare, and behind her was the little sunfish riding a sturdy blue mule, and the servants behind her held up bright red umbrellas.

"Agnes, the people hiding in the castle in front of you are your old enemies, the Calegos family, who have severely frustrated your wisdom and pride. As long as this castle stands on the seashore for a day, the sea breeze blowing through Cilicia will laugh at the name of Planis. What do you think now? But I must remind you that succumbing to the shame that the enemy has brought you is the way of Christ; and destroying the enemy to wash away the shame is the way of the Romans." Gawain pulled the reins and asked loudly to the little sunfish over there.

Meanwhile, Cabeamia also leaned closer to Agnes, and then the thoughtful and delicate female consul smelled the faint fragrance on the other's body, which was very familiar, but she rolled her eyes and did not make any fuss. But she heard the little sunfish's high spirits, his gray hair was blown by the wind, fluttering in front of his forehead and ears, and his tone was full of bravery and fierceness, "They thought that the Seleucid army would continue to use the old catapults or stone crossbows this time, so they built a ridiculous wall to reinforce it. I will soon smash all these weak barriers with a rain of stone bullets that represent the glory of Roman revenge. Calegos, you bastards, eat my "Big Plane Cannon"!" (To be continued ~^~)