"It's a disaster!"

Having received a second report of defeat, Prince Kaihoslu felt that he was depressed.

"So now you can tell me how you failed!"

Silenced by the prince's gloomy eyes, Mu Weiye could fully sense the deep malice of the Sultan's son, and fear made him sweat.

It's painful to have life and death in someone else's hands!

"Your Highness, we encountered this army of Latins on the border of the Greeks......"

Listening to the words of the defeated general on the ground, Kaihosru gradually understood something about this unknown hostile force in his heart.

"It's been a long time since we've fought the Latins from afar."

"It was unexpected!"

"What you don't know is that just now, the pass of Mount Cilicia was lost, and nearly 3,000 soldiers, including Ghazi there, have been wiped out by the enemy."

Hearing this, Mu Weiye's heart immediately sank, he didn't expect the Latins to come here so quickly.

But it also alleviated his guilt, or perhaps he could save him from death.

After all, although he suffered defeat as a border patrol officer, he at least brought back some soldiers and avoided the bad luck of being wiped out.

"Do you understand?"

"My father won't allow me to fail again and again!"

"My brothers also covet my crown prince!"

"So I'm not going to let another failure happen, you know?"

Mu Weiye gently wiped the cold sweat left on his forehead, and his mood finally relaxed.

Since the prince said so, he would not kill him, and he would take back his life.

"Tomorrow!"

"Under no circumstances can the Latins pass through the land of the Armenians as they wish!"

"My father has made an alliance with His Excellency Saladin, and it is not in our interest to allow the Latins to pass through Cilicia freely!"

"All the enemies who dare to provoke us in Anatolia must be killed!"

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Unaware of the already enraged Seljuks, Richard legitimately commanded his expeditionary force to continue its advance.

No one came to attack this huge army, and no one dared to attack this huge army.

The journey through the Cilician Pass became a pleasant journey for the warriors.

However, the high-ranking members of the expeditionary force did not let up because of this, and the vanguard of the former army served by William Marshall stretched out his tentacles far away, and all the sight was included in the scope of reconnaissance.

Small groups of Roma troops, scattered in Armenian villages, were intimidated by the sheer size of the expeditionary force.

These Seljuks were either alert and avoided far away, or they did not have time to flee and were annihilated.

The three-day march, although slow, was extremely firm, and the advance of the expeditionary force was unstoppable!

The morale of the warriors was high, and some of the Seljuks plundered their pockets.

Now the unprofitable warriors are eager to engage the enemy, and the warriors who have gained a lot are also eager.

For in the eyes of the soldiers of the expeditionary force, the Seljuks, who avoided the battle, were no match for them at all, and the infidels were merely their transport brigades.

"Two hundred enemy horsemen ahead!"

Richard's face grew solemn after the strikers returned, and it was impossible for the Seljuks not to react to two consecutive defeats.

If the Anatolian overlord did not make any move, it would make him suspicious, and now that the Seljuk army has taken the initiative to fight, it will be better.

"Destroy the arrogant heretics right here!"

"I will restore the faith of my Lord in this land and announce my coming to all pilgrims!"

"Only I, Richard of Anjou, am the rightful heir of the Heavenly Kingdom!"

The self-confident prince of England, although he has just debuted, is completely different from himself ten years later.

However, it has the demeanor of a king and can infect every warrior around him.

"Victory!"

The expeditionary force was also convinced that their prince was invincible and the best commander on the continent.

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The elite of the Plantagenet royal family, made up of English longbowmen and French heavy cavalry, was Richard's real hole card, and they were separated on the flanks and in the rear.

The brave Northland warriors were placed in the middle of the battle array.

The Slavs, who would go berserk at the wheel, were one of the most prestigious mercenary groups, and they could turn the tide by taking charge of the Chinese army.

In the front were the Aquitaine swordsmen under the command of William Marshall, who occupied the first position.

To compensate for the lack of defensive power of these heavy infantry, His Royal Highness the Prince of England equipped the front row of soldiers among them with heavy armor, which was more than enough to offset most of the physical attacks.

These good things naturally had a part of the contribution made by Emperor Alexios, of course, not generously donated, but loaned by the prince after owing a part of the funds on credit.

Repay the results and booty of the expeditionary force!

The rest of the mercenaries were not assigned to participate in this battle, as in the previous battle, the brave played the role of the brave, and the weak stepped back as always.

"Warriors, follow the direction of my sword, and we will lead to victory!"

"May the Lord bless us in heaven!"

The windswept Plantagenet King Banner was held high over the top by the knights' squires, and Richard was confident that he would be victorious again.

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"So His Royal Highness the Prince and the Seljuk army are already at war?"

The fleet of the Imperial Navy, advancing along the coast, kept an eye on the movements of the expeditionary force at all times.

Moreover, in order to ensure the necessary support of the expeditionary force, the emperor also assigned liaison officers to each other in the two armies.

Richard had personally written a letter of thanks for this, but Alexios preferred to see the proud prince personally thanking him with a twisted face.

"His Highness Richard hasn't alerted us yet?"

In the face of the anxious liaison officer of the expeditionary force's garrison, the emperor comforted him a few words and encouraged him.

"You should have confidence in your commander-in-chief, and the military strategy and general of the Prince of England are undoubtedly excellent."

"Since His Highness himself has not sent anyone for help, then we should not disturb His Royal Highness the Prince's Yaxing."

The liaison officer, who was dumbfounded, could only retreat stupidly, not to mention that he was just a liaison officer, even if Richard came over in person, the emperor would not agree to send troops.

This is the result they want, if the main force of the emperor moves closer to the expeditionary force now, the Seljuks will immediately realize that what the emperor wants is to slowly attack the power of the Roma through continuous war.

"When His Royal Highness Richard really needs us, the imperial army will naturally be thrown into the battlefield, and now should be the prince's independent performance time."

On the battlefield far away from the emperor's generals, Richard's army was already inseparable from the Seljuks.

On the chaotic front, the elite of the principality blocked the onslaught of the Seljuk army's forward foot soldiers with a solemn posture.

Under the watchful eyes of the tens of thousands of cavalry of the Roma army, Richard's heavy cavalry was also firmly grasped and did not dare to be released easily.

Only the English longbowmen on two flanks quickly entered the center of the battlefield and took the high ground, and their stormy blows inflicted heavy losses on the Seljuks.

The power of the arrows even caused the alien armies to cower in the middle, so much so that more people fell to death by stampeding through the crowd than by arrows.

"With this posture all the time, we may not even need to invest in the knights of the principality."

The Prince of England was in control of all changes on the battlefield and was ready to respond to enemy movements.

The hero has already taken a new step in the fight against the infidels.