Eagle Byzantium

Now Joceland stepped onto the consul's steps, and Godfrey bowed respectfully to hold his hand: he had always been fond of this clever warrior.

"Please consider my suggestion again. I am not qualified to criticize the plans of Robert and Tancred. But if you use diplomatic means, first stabilize the pagan kingdom of Egypt and let Asuf and Asher Chiron remained neutral, and then went north to attack Tyre and Sidon. The main force there was just the Provençal soldiers that Raymond had surrendered to the other side. They believed in Christ, and I could operate in secret..."

Godfrey frowned and raised his hand, interrupting the other person's words, "When I just put my hand into the cave of the shrine, I found that the ink on a cowhide strip inside was warm and moist, but the ink on the other one was warm and moist. But it’s dry.” Joceland's brows moved at these words. He suddenly remembered something and understood what the consul's words meant. Then he did not make any further persuasion, but stepped back and cupped his chest and bowed, "God's will, my His Majesty the Archon."

"Please, for the sake of God, don't give up on the Eustace family and the Holy Tomb." A few steps away, Joceland saw the consul's melancholy black eyes looking at him, as quiet as a seat. The statue looked so lonely and helpless amidst the roar of people and cheers, and it actually implied the meaning of supporting oneself.

This paladin-like figure gathered all his relatives and retainers from the distant Bouillon area, and fought a bloody battle thousands of miles away to reach the holy city of Jerusalem, regain it, and establish a country with complete laws and order. Merit can reach the ears of the Lord, but at this time, in the eyes of Josselan, Godfrey is getting weaker and weaker: previously in Xiaoan The fight with a bear in the Tik Tok jungle almost cost him his life, just to save the civilians he didn't know. Afterwards, although he was restored to strength after Grana's careful treatment, his condition worsened again due to the tragic battle in the Holy City. His face seemed to be covered with a faint golden layer, which might look sacred to others, but in fact it was a sign of blood disintegration.

The Holy City is too glorious. Not only all kinds of pagan enemies cannot be lost, but all kinds of enemies of the same Christian sect are also committed to it. In fact, the consul may not be aware of the evil tricks involved. In this case, Godfrey did not give his brother a title. He even ordered Baldwin to return to Adana. How many people can understand the painstaking efforts and sorrow involved?

Among the crowd, Tancred's expression also seemed a little unnatural.

Following orders to march, Tancred returned to the castle of Nazareth in Galilee, where he had all one hundred of his knights, and twelve hundred other soldiers, including three hundred Calabrians. There are two hundred naturalized Turkic light cavalry.

In the secret room, Tancred attracted two naturalized Turks, Joseph and Adian, and asked them what they should do next: should they go to reinforce their uncle's Marash war, or follow the consul to attack Asuf city.

Joseph said, "If Lord Bohemond assembles and marches from Samosata City and goes deep into the Maras area, it is not a problem to defeat the group of Ani people, but I think his worry lies on the rear."

Under the candlelight, Tancred tapped his flaxen beard with his finger, "You mean, Ridwan of Aleppo..."

"Yes, my lord." Joseph lowered his head and whispered softly, constantly looking at the gate outside the stone wall, for fear that his voice would leak out, "your uncle advanced from Samosata, and all the food roads were left were the If Ridwan rebels and cuts off the narrow corridor area of ​​Zaze, no matter how many troops there are, they will fall apart in a short time. "

"So, my Lord, Joseph and I have discussed and deduced that your uncle should take a long detour to the west, arrive at the Count of Adana from the Syrian Gate, and then join up with the two lords Gawain and Baldwin, and then go east to Armenia. Attacking Marash through the pass is the safest move," Edian over there also agreed.

Tancred suddenly sneered, "But my uncle would never do this. This has nothing to do with prudence or not, it only has to do with his pride and paranoia."

The two Turkic stewards remained silent, but cunningly and without showing their expressions, they raised their hands and waited for their master to finally express his position.

"Boom." Tancred's hand with the ring hit the rough wooden table, and the candle flickered slightly.

Then, there was another long "dong", and not long after, there was another sound. The flames on the candles stubbornly moved upward amidst the vibration, emitting traces of black smoke, with a bit of a choking smell.

"My uncle is headstrong. His best behavior is not to rush to conquer Marash, but to calm down and organize the country and army, train the fleet, and then go to capture Tripoli - even Gawain knows where the middle section is He occupied two castles first and gained a foothold, but he I went specifically to fight against the poor and sinister Marash, just to take revenge. Even I could put aside the revenge of Mesande, but my uncle couldn't bear this small humiliation, so he could only ruin An. The Principality of Tuc!" When Tancred said the last sentence, his tone suddenly became more worried.

Joseph and Adian immediately understood, "In this case, Master, you can take twenty knights to follow the consul to attack Asuf, and send most of the army to Antioch, under our supervision. In this way... ....”

"I once trusted a Turkic bastard named Osdu, but he repaid me with cruel and despicable betrayal." Tancred leaned slightly on the back of the chair and looked at the two same Turks.

The two men hurriedly explained: Ostus betrayed because he catered to the needs of the Ani people, and most of the people we guard are Apulians, and we are more like your messengers.

"Then do it, act according to the situation, and be as cunning and clever as a Turk." The Prince of Galilee raised his neck and looked at the empty and dark ceiling.

At the same time, when Bohemond's letter requesting reinforcements was sent to Melitene, Gao Wenzheng and his sister rode side by side, looking at the magnificent scenery between the river and the plateau. On the cliff in the distance stood a castle built by the Armenians. It was an irregular quadrilateral following the mountain. It could station 200 to 300 soldiers inside. It had complete wells and granaries. The wall facing the mountain road had four ring-shaped protruding horse-faced walls with battlements and catapults on them. It could control the entire fan-shaped road and was easy to defend but difficult to attack. "This is really a model of the combination of Roman and Armenian engineering technology. This kind of mountain fortress is small but strong. Don't you think so? General Orson, you must absorb the essence of the Armenian tradition!"

A correct version at a glance in the 16-9 book forum!

Orson Hertomis, who was also riding a horse to accompany the patrol behind him, laughed awkwardly. He still had some estrangement in his heart: How did he become a descendant of the ancient Armenians? I am a Roman military noble from Shirvan (Azerbaijan)! (To be continued ~^~)