The dust that covered the dark battlefield gradually dissipated, and the massive cavalry charge evolved into a melee on all fronts, joined by Caesar's companion cavalry and the Seljuk Ghulam of Tetisius, and countless sorrows and sorrows were about to descend on the queen of the cities, and in this chaos, the first to be harvested was a purple lion cub.

"Brother!" As a body wrapped in golden armor crashed to the ground, Nikephoros the Younger, the second son of Romanus IV, the former co-emperor, let out a terrifying shout.

The tide of nomads frantically laid siege to the remaining Iron Horsemen of Agungtoplai, and the adopted sons of the Emperor fought over the corpse of the commander as if it were the throne.

Near the rejection of the chariot camp, Andreano could not remember how many attacks it was, his huge men and horses were blocked by the dense rain of arrows in all directions, like beasts falling into a trap, hatred burned in his chest, through the locks that wrapped his chin and the protection of his iron helmet, he saw a dark figure in front of him, it was a Danish axe-wielding Praetorian Guard, still holding on to the only gap in the chariot base, the long-handled battle axe made a perfect curve in the air, and although it was in a rage, the skill of this Nordic warrior was still astounding.

Angus, the commander of the Latin cavalry, finally used his black sword to plow a path through the crowd, and the corpses of the black sickles were scattered on both wings, like the Red Sea parted by Moses.

"Attack!" Andreano saw a glimmer of hope, the Celtic barbarian and the Norse barbarian were rendezvousing, and the dismounted Latin knights continued to pour in along this breakthrough, opening a gap to victory for his main force!

The crowning relict of the Romans, the Virgin's shawl, was unfurled behind the battle, and everyone was spreading the exciting news that the Emperor was finally joining the bloody battle on the front lines!

No one knew that Emperor Alexios regretted the decisive battle here at this time.

"A stupid gladiatorial match!" The emperor secretly cursed.

If he was still a general who followed orders, this was a trial he would have to pass, but an emperor could have chosen a better battlefield!

The words of old Nikephoros Brenus echoed in his mind again: "If you cross Haimoth, Your Majesty, you will soon know whose horse is faster." ”

It was too late, if they had withdrawn to Grand Preslav earlier, the initiative would have been in the hands of the Romans, and now that the entire baggage force had gone to Betrinum, retreat was no longer an option.

"Look, Your Majesty!" The Emperor's thoughts were interrupted by the frightened voice of Mikhail Ducasse, and the advancing royal column almost came to a halt, and the Scythian cavalry archers, who had already fled the battlefield, reappeared on the flank!

"We must leave immediately!" Mikhail Ducasse roared.

The Emperor was silent, as if he was pondering something.

"I'm going to gather the rest of the Praetorian Guard." Nabitus, the commander of the Varangian Guard, took the initiative to suggest, "These animals must be stopped for Your Majesty's sake." ”

The Emperor nodded, then shook his head again: "Go, my Nabitus." But we can't retreat, the only way out is in the north, and now, just as we don't see tomorrow again, make a gap in that position, take all the men and horses that we can take away, and we will make a detour back from the enemy's rear, and see you all in Goroy! ”

General George Paleoleg nodded sadly, began to assign heralds, and redeployed.

"The Cumans have not yet been seen on the battlefield today, in case ......" Mikhail Ducasse suddenly spoke, and only halfway through his speech was stopped by the emperor.

"We must run back, or there will be no Roman Empire in the world."

At this time, Angus had just joined Björn, known to the Romans as Ercius, a Varangian who had recovered from a mortal wound and had recovered from his fury with an exhausted blonde warrior and a blood-stained white bear shawl.

"Are you...... Angus Yar? The Varangian voice was weak, and his massive body leaned against a one-eyed woman, whom Angus hadn't even noticed before.

"This is my wife...... said the Varangian, "I can't hold it anymore, take her away." ”

"My lord, they're up again!" Maeve urged anxiously, still holding a compound bow in her hand.

"Let Gillick stand in the way for a while, and we'll retreat at once." Angus wiped the blood-dripping black sword with his shawl, but it was not in its sheath, and asked again, "How many horses do we have?" ”

"A horse."

Angus was a little surprised, and then made up his mind: "Miss Maeve, you take her on the horse and get out of here at once!" ”

"No, I won't leave you behind!"

"Listen to me, you have to live, return to your family, you still have a future, and if I abandon my subordinates and flee from the battlefield, I will lose my honor, then I will have nothing left in this world." Angus held back tears, "I order you to take her out of here, and—forget about us." ”

With that, Angus carried her on his shoulders, put her on the back of the steppe horse brought by the Cumans, and put the weakened Varangian wife on it, and the Cumans whistled, and the war horse rushed out as if it were spiritual.

"Thank you!" Björn began to vomit blood from his mouth, and before he could say a word, he fainted, and Angus left him in the care of the interpreter of Valachs, and returned to the front with the Cumans, joining the dismounted Latin knights.

"What is this?"

"Lord Angelo, I'm Odric, the Emperor's Praetorian Guard."

The Praetorian Guard was flanked by a familiar face.

"We meet again." The royal brother Andreano smiled kindly.

The seven newly arrived knights were all the remaining men of Andreano, the chief of the Western Janissaries, and the number of Latin knights in Angus's hands far outnumbered his superiors.

Fortunately, the imperial brother obviously did not have the idea of trying to compete for command at this time, but just let his cavalry dismount and join the shield wall defense line.

The Praetorian Guard named Odrik consciously guarded the emperor's side, and the battle axe in his hand struck the ground from time to time, reminding Angus of Bjorn, who fought bloodily.

The tide of battle had taken a turn for the worse, all the Roman armies were crumbling except for the central front, the archers who swept on both flanks continued to pour arrows at their backs, the Varyag guards formed a circle around the triangular battle flag, and stabilized the central flank under the command of Nabitus, and the emperor's own formation passed through the positions of the cavalry of Agung Toplai, gathered the young men, and accelerated towards the gap broken by Angus and others.

Seeing the emperor's banner, the morale of the Latin knights was greatly boosted, but they saw that the cavalry of the emperor's younger brother seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they grabbed the reins and mounted their horses, broke away from the line, and joined the imperial camp, but left Angus and others behind.

"It's not an attack, the emperor ran away!" A Frankish man cried out in despair.

Angus knocked the subordinate unconscious with a sword: "Keep fighting!" ”

He knew that from now on he would no longer fight for the Roman Empire, but only for one person.