Make-up faces munch on pickled trout in front of the campfire, at the end of the unsown land, a tributary of the Danube forms islands with a large swamp inhabited only by birds and beasts, covered with pastures and shrubs, the ruins of a fortress and a collapsed domed church sit near the leafy willow trees, the low-lying walls are mostly soaked in the mud, and the remnants of thistles are faintly visible, the scale of the ruins not only shows the deep pockets of the empire, but also reveals that it was a cavalry stronghold.

Angus wore a steppe-style kaftan robe, a molten silver horse's head, and his long black hair was combed into several locks, parted behind his ears, and all the details were according to the instructions of the Cuman mercenaries, and the Latin knights also covered them with iron armor and dressed up like the Cumans. Those who had not been able to strip their clothes from the corpses of the herdsmen along the way simply disarmed, dismounted and walked on foot, following behind the cavalry, like bound slaves.

The area around Vizina was the most active area of the rebels, where the Pecheneg herdsmen either joined the rebels or fled into the mountains, the men and horses of Angus were dressed up to look like a procession of Cuman nobles, the Roman flags were carefully burned before crossing the river, and the Latins each covered their blond hair and put away all the Christian signs, only the war horses could not be abandoned.

"There's a plume of smoke nearby, be careful." Angus commanded in a low voice, a hint of hideousness on his face.

Gillick lifted his mask: "This is the third set, and you can't kill people casually before that." ”

Angus didn't want to kill more people in the first place, and security was the primary concern after going deep into the north, although the main rebel force was besieging Nufaru in the Dobruga area on the northeast coast, but in such an area close to the center of the storm, the enemy could not be defenseless. There was originally a military fortress of Popina in the south, which had long been abandoned by the Empire and could not provide any backup, and the commander of the west, Andreano Komunen, had no idea that this outpost would be so bold to sneak across the border, and naturally it was impossible to respond later.

Between the undulating embankments, dozens of sturdy horses trampled through deep and shallow, and if it weren't for the urgency of the situation, no Roman general with a little common sense would have used these heavy cavalry to carry out such a dangerous reconnaissance mission.

Suddenly, a crow was heard on the high ground in the distance, and Angus immediately sent Gillick over.

A short time later, Gillick brought back the news that a convoy was approaching him.

Angus spat out the blade of grass in his mouth and shouted at a disheveled subordinate in the Latin language, "Prepare for battle!" ”

Presumably Horace had said: pray for blessings in doom, and Angus was only counting on the fact that after taking this convoy, he could seize more robes and even armor, and in the following battles, there would never be too much disguise.

After a moment he was already in the saddle, looking down from the back slope, the cold and wet air made his palms feel a little damp, and he rubbed his dry spear shaft before he waved his hand to the knights.

The convoy had already spotted Angus's whereabouts, and at this time it was divided into two teams, three "Scythian" warriors straddled tall horses and slowly approached with a black pole, and the rest of the knights began to dismount around the cart.

Angus saw that there were only three horses on the other side, but the momentum was like a thousand horses, the whole body was sparkling, and the arrow feathers were dense, and he couldn't help but lose his mind slightly.

It seems that this group of people is not small, and at this time they probably think of themselves as ordinary tribal horse bandits.

If it weren't for the rather fierce Cuman cavalry on their side, these Pecheneg elite armored cavalry might have directly levied grain and grass from them.

According to the information I had heard from the mercenary, the Cumans and the Pechenegs were allies in the invasion, but they were by no means friendly, and for the Pechenegs, these eastern neighbors were too powerful, and in fact, the Pechenegs who migrated west were often afraid of the formidable steppe tribes of the Atil River.

Angus was dressed as a prince on horseback, although he was young, he was far taller than the average herdsman, and according to the guidance of the Cuman mercenaries, there were quivers hanging on both sides of the saddle!

The three approaching Pecheneg cavalrymen saw the man on the opposite side, and realized that they were facing a left-right archer, and they all showed surprise: such a Cuman warrior did not seem to be easy to deal with, if this man refused to buy it, even if he killed the rest of the bandits, as long as he escaped from this person, it would be a great trouble, and if something happened to the nobles in the car behind, they would die without redemption.

"Which noble man is in charge? Why don't you leave a name and report it to my family Berg! A Pecheneg warrior called out in an urn, and the Latin knights in tunics didn't understand a word, but looked coldly at the three people down the slope through their masks.

Angus seemed to sigh, and then he heard the horses' hooves kicking behind him, and he started in unison on the left and right, and ran towards the Pechenegs.

The black head fell to the ground with a bang, and the iron armor of the three messengers charged almost like papier-mâché in the face of the Latin's spears, and in the blink of an eye, the blood stained the armor. The greater commotion, however, came from the rear of the convoy, where about thirty horsemen had joined in, spears raised, and spurs were kicked in order, pointing at the enemy's position.

The Cuman mercenary shot an arrow into the middle of the chariot, and in the middle of it was a soldier with the face of a soldier, as if boasting of his strength. On his flank, the Latin iron cavalry in front of him was like several barriers, the front team retreated, and the rear team pounced on it, the Pecheneg warriors present did not participate in the battle against the Norman Constantine Hampopoulos last year, today was the first time they encountered the charge of the Latin knights of the West, this earth-shaking feeling made all the steppe warriors quite unaccustomed, although wearing iron armor, head-on combat has never been their specialty, but the people in the car are very important, they have to resist with flesh and blood, Even if there are already the bodies of most of his comrades lying horizontally under his feet.

Angus didn't expect that he would catch such a big fish in the net, and when he saw those well-armored enemies, he was already beating a drum in his heart, but he didn't expect that the enemy would not fight at all, so he actually gathered in a circle and waited for death.

The Latin knights who had finished harvesting were still unsatisfied, and their boss had ordered the attack to stop.

In the middle of the bloody battlefield, the curtain of the lavishly decorated cart was still closed, and Angus almost thought that there were only dead people inside.

The Latins who wielded their swords and wounded horses were still slashing at the bloody necks, and these steppe horses, like their masters, did not have time to escape, but instead became a meat bulwark for their masters to hide from the cavalry.

Angus stepped forward slowly, and as the Cuman mercenaries rudely lifted the curtain, he saw the man in the car: a thin woman with a bejeweled body surrounded by a group of servants.