The ground was densely packed with sharp thick wooden stakes, and in order to resist the powerful onslaught of the Saracen cavalry, Richard brought the most courageous knights of the principality, and equipped his infantry with a large number of wooden stakes.

It is said that almost all the trees around Thessaloniki were cut down for this reason, and the Greek governor almost got into a dispute with the prince.

However, among the gifted military generals, Richard is indeed the strongest among them.

No matter how chaotic the prince's army was, there were sensible noble knights in the army organizing a counterattack, and the Seljuk cavalry would have struggled to achieve decent results after the first round of assault.

"If it weren't for the fact that these mercenaries who had just joined shook the line of the expeditionary force, His Royal Highness would only need a counterattack to defeat the Seljuk attack."

William Marshall was not without emotion and praised Richard's military strategy.

"Brothers!"

"Whether you are the best in the barracks, the middle of the stream or the mediocre, today's battle is your chance to test!"

"Don't be intimidated by the seemingly menacing attacks of the Turkic cavalry, don't try to turn your faces to the ships, and trust that the great gods will help us fight these heretical enemies and drive them back into the wilderness!"

William Marshall's words of encouragement reinvigorated the soldiers, it was not that no one among them wanted to resist, but there was a wavering under the leadership of some people, and now it was time to fight back!

The cowardly were beheaded off to warn the crowd, and the commander's cronies and generals cheered up the army, and the rearguard of the expeditionary force soon regrouped, fighting the Seljuk cavalry on the land of Anatolia.

The Roma army, which had failed to charge twice, also felt a slight chill, and their commander was also an old acquaintance, Mu Weiye.

Although the son of the Sultan's important minister was captured in the Great War, Arslan ransomed the warrior out of nostalgia for his deceased comrades.

"I can't disgrace my father anymore!"

With only 3,000 light horsemen, Muwiya was also helpless, and he had no choice but to survive under the Sultan's wings without his father's protection.

However, Roma, who follows the cruel rules of survival in the steppe, only believes in the truth of the survival of the strong, so he can only try to re-establish his family's prestige on the battlefield.

This time, Mu Weiya, who was touring the border of the Eastern Empire, accidentally caught the traces of this huge army, and after sending scouts to observe for half a day, the Seljuks made the decision to attack.

"A chaotic army lacking order, with the exception of a small number of Franks who appear to be heavily armed knights who are noteworthy, the rest of the army is not worth mentioning."

But even so, it is still repeated, although the core elite of the principality is in the middle, but the rearguard troops are not all weak.

The presence of Slavs in the infantry roared to block the advance of the Seljuks, while the infantry of the principality were organized to erect pointed stakes to form a second line of defense.

"These mercenaries are not completely useless, I retract the preface!" William Marshall was also struck by what he saw.

Born in the Northlands, the Slavic warriors boldly stood up to fight the enemy who slaughtered the defeated troops of the expeditionary force, and they used their flesh and blood to stop the enemy and fight the enemy bravely, repelling the Seljuk onslaught twice in a row, buying Richard time to regroup.

"Thank God, I wasn't late!"

The elite knight of the House of Anjou, who even lost his mount in battle, now formed a human wall in the crowd like the rest of the soldiers, piercing with spears behind stakes.

Fortunately, the archers of the expeditionary force were already deployed on both flanks, and the arrows that fell from them killed and wounded the Seljuk cavalry many times.

"Woooooo

The war horn sounded again, and William Marshall wiped the blood from his face and tried to make out the signal, and at that moment he burst into tears, and probably there was no more beautiful music than this, the horn of retreat.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

After the infantry gave way to the passage, the heavily armored knights of the House of Anjou appeared before the Seljuks, who slowly advanced, and as the Seljuks hesitated, William Marshall ordered the soldiers to remove the stakes.

"Gentlemen!"

"Gentlemen!"

"Behind us is the ocean, we have come all the way from France, we have not even reached the Holy Land!"

"If our army is crushed here by the infidels today, there will be ridicule in the coming day that a foolish prince and his men have suffered the most ridiculous defeat in Anatolia ever!"

"Defeat in a trivial raid!"

"Then I'll leave this land in the back of the boat in ashes!"

"We have not yet acquired any wealth, land, or honor, and can you allow the rest of your life to be spent in the ridicule of others?"

"Can you tolerate your lord taking on such dishonor?"

The knights of the House of Anjou shouted in unison: "Can't, can't! ”

"Then let's fight!"

"Draw your swords, raise your spears, and pierce the chests of your enemies, and let them drink the blood of their enemies!"

“in a ar！”

The Prince of England led the charge, he wore no armor, his only helmet symbolized his royal status, and the golden glow reflected a blinding light as it scattered over his body.

This is Richard, the famous war king, of course, he was only a duke at this time, but he was already showing his fierce appearance, which made the enemy look sideways.

The Seljuks also did not expect to encounter such a frantic counterattack, and the enemy commander on the opposite side rushed to the front without wearing any armor.

The Seljuk who had many marksmen rode still on horseback, and his continuous arrows were deftly dodged by the knight, and he was able to show his beautiful skill by holding arrows in his mouth.

Mu Weiye trembled when he saw it, this man was probably only matched by the Sultan's Commander of the Guard, Skamped, no, maybe Skamped could not either, it was like a god descending from the heavens.

"Do not waver, do not retreat, we are about to be victorious, rush up and crush them, defeat the enemies of my lord, and we will live forever in heaven!"

"Fighting for the Sultan, even if it is death, we are sacrificing our lives for the country, and such sacrifices can at least save our wives and children and property!"

The sword-wielding Seljuk commander felt extremely sad in his heart, the shadow of defeat seemed to follow him, and now he had a bad feeling that he might not be able to defeat the man opposite.

But he tried his best to tell the soldiers who were beginning to waver, yes, Arslan's strict military discipline would not let those who escaped easily, and they would be killed along with their wives and children.

"Rush forward!"

The figure of the heavily armored knight, who had begun to accelerate, gradually expanded in front of the Seljuks, and the expression of the enemy under the cold mask was unknown.

But everyone felt that it should be a hearty inexplicable smile, and this feeling made all the Roma cavalry even more depressed.

"Break the enemy with one blow!"

Richard shouted, he was at the front of all the knights, he didn't wear any armor, so his horse was unbeatable, and even a long distance from the knights under his command, but he was fearless.

"Witness the moment of miracles!"

King Lionheart entered the battle, and although the Seljuks formed accordingly, the first two attacks did not impress the expeditionary force at all, which made them feel very frustrated.

Now that Richard's heavy cavalry has appeared, it is even more of a heavy hammer, and anyone with a little insight understands that there is no retreat yet, but the boss is still making the final struggle.

"Fearless!"

"We are God's knights!"

"Victory is ours!" The elite of the duchy followed Prince Richard into the Seljuk army.

Like the dawn of dawn, tearing through the dark earth, the expeditionary force was shocked by Richard's actions, and they also rushed up, shouting to fight for the prince, and their morale was high.

"We've won!"

William Marshall felt that the prince who was easily captured by himself was already the commander of ten thousand people and a heroic pilgrim!