Normally, if a commander in a defensive battle abandons the protection of favorable terrain and charges the enemy's large forces regardless of his own numerical inferiority, then he may become a typical negative material in historical sources.

But the attack in front of us is completely different. In the dense forest, the warlords had no way to judge the specific strength of the Phoenix Legion. Charging down from the hillside, the warlords on the lower terrain could only see the black crowd rushing in.

In this kind of improvised army, each warlord's inner measure of the strength of both sides is not the total number of warlords' allied forces. It's about how many people are left under his own hands. Each individual is independent of each other, and the only way to think about the problem is how to reduce their own losses.

When they held their abacus in their hands and confidently prepared to charge the Imperial Legions, they would definitely be terrified when they saw such a crowd.

"Kill their commander! He must be a heretic! ”

I don't know who shouted like this in the crowd. The Ottomans control the warlords, and the soldiers of the Phoenix Legion have more or less a few in their hearts, when they hear such a shout, especially when the warlords are even in a disorganized formation, and the commander is still standing out in front, it is equivalent to a glorious merit has been sent to them!

Countless young recruits carried phalanx spears, handguard swords, and battle axes and launched an extremely swift charge. Even without a warhorse, a high-slope charge still brings a lot of impact, and - a very enjoyable visual experience.

Although some of the warlords present were indeed from noble backgrounds, the vast majority of them did not experience large-scale wars. The high class of their early years brought them at most French aristocratic court duels, and the goal was often to win the favor of a woman. This custom is so old and enduring that the warlords thought they were fighting only to get into the habit of being a ruffian, and by the time the enemy actually raised his arms and slashed at their vital points, it was too late to wake up.

The Phoenix Legion was so smuggling that no one could have imagined that they were at a huge disadvantage in numbers. If it is a main Ottoman force of 3,000 men, I am afraid that the operation of Bijes in the past few days will be surrendered within a few hours.

Unfortunately, this group of people was just temporary thugs brought up by the Ottomans.

The warlord commander, who was riding on a war horse and shouting loudly, hoping to calm his army, suddenly ushered in death.

At the last moment of his life, he was horrified to see more than a dozen secular knights dressed in thick plate armor, with covered helmets on their heads, all silver-white, like gods, holding two-handed swords, rushing towards him in the posture of heaven and man.

He instinctively tried to turn the reins, only to find that his horse suddenly neighed and fell.

Sancho, the commander of the Iberian phalanx of the Phoenix Legion, had a short javelin sunk deep into the horse's chest. The war horse didn't even have time to stumble, and it was already weak and weak. The warlord commander, who was on horseback, was forced to roll to the ground in embarrassment.

Several secular knights had already captured him in three or two steps, and Morey had already prepared a great sword to punish the infidels.

"Morey wait! Keep him, it's still useful. Others, quickly clear the battlefield. ”

"The general is dead, and he will be captured!"

"The general is dead, and he will be captured!"

John casually cut off the head of a warlord's corpse lying on the ground and threw it to Morey, and in such a noisy environment, few people could tell the truth of the information they could get. The commander was beheaded in battle, which is the news that hurts morale the most.

When the little warlords heard the cry of the Phoenix Legion, they looked around sluggishly, and found that they could no longer find the commander who was riding a tall horse and pointing at them, and they immediately became timid.

"Let's go, Rolf, this is the army of the Empire, not something we can defeat!"

"Brothers, retreat at the right time, let them go to their deaths!"

The warlords quickly arranged tasks for their henchmen, and in just a few minutes, the pace of the warlords' attack suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

With morale declining, the secular knights led by Morey, with the warriors of the Phoenix Legion, launched an avalanche-like offensive, and wherever they went, the enemies who could not escape were quickly overwhelmed.

"For the Empire!"

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"My lord, Eagle Rock Fort is ahead."

Holding the knight's sword, Derj looked at the Eagle Rock Fortress, which the Ottomans garrisoned in Albania and claimed to be a fortress that would never fall.

This military fortress has been built for nearly a thousand years, and its terrain is extremely dangerous in the world.

Eagle Rock Fort is surrounded by natural cliffs on three sides, and only one side has a towering, strong wall. The mountain road leading to the city walls was rugged and difficult, and the trees that could be used as shades had long since been cut down. From a distance, it looked like a vulture's dining table, about to be filled with countless corpses full of arrows.

Unless Gyrj was able to besiege the city until the defenders ran out of food and opened their doors and surrendered, no one would choose to storm such a fortress.

This is completely self-defeating!

The Ottomans held the risk, putting great pressure on Jerj. Reinforcements from the Eastern Balkans are already on their way, and if these easily defensible fortresses are not captured soon, Albania will collapse under the Ottoman onslaught.

He believed that the Roman Empire would come to his aid, but when considering the problem, he never thought of leaving any important link to the reinforcements to solve.

The most trustworthy person on the battlefield is often only himself.

"We have to attack...... We have little time left, and the Empire's reinforcements are still being thwarted by the local warlords of Epirus, so we need to do it first! ”

"My lord! This is Eagle Rock Fort, the most precipitous fortress in all of Albania! We're going to pay a huge price! ”

"Are we going to wait for the Ottoman army to arrive and watch them go out of the city to encircle us?"

"Forcing an attack is also a dead end!"

Eagle Rock Fort itself is not large, and the fortifications in the city are quite lacking. The Ottomans did not garrison much here. But thanks to the terrain and walls, the Ottomans could hold out here for at least dozens of days.

"Your Excellency...... It's just a small fortress, and there aren't that many people stationed here! We can plan for later, and we can't bury our already desperately lacking manpower here!"

"It's a thorn in the side that is rooted in Albania...... If you don't pull it out, Albania will never be at peace! ”