The battle-wounded soldier lay on the ground, the only pastor on the front line praying for him.

The Orthodox priest took off the necklace of the cross around his neck, held it in his hand, and spread out his Bible.

"May the Lord of heaven accept your soul and not let you continue to suffer on earth."

When the mortally wounded Imperial soldier took his last breath, the young priest came to his senses.

Stroking his eyes, which had not yet been closed, the priest restored the last of the warrior's dignity and gave him the dignity he deserved.

"Whew!"

Leo, who was sitting on the ground, watched this scene, and the wail of the dying man echoed in his ears, and he was really a little tired and wanted to rest for a while.

"It's .........."

The soldiers of the Imperial Army were very tenacious, although the enemy was outnumbered, the number of troops was scarce, and there were only 300 people including auxiliaries, but they repelled many onslaughts of the Hungarian army.

The warriors stubbornly guarded the fortress, they came to the aid of each other, holding shields to form a human wall, and condescendingly shooting arrows.

The attacking Magyars were no less impressive, and many of the warriors who ascended the city were cut down, but a small number broke into the battlements under the cover of archers on the ground.

The hand-to-hand battle lasted for a long time, and the fortress of the Imperial army was always unshakable, allowing the Hungarian army to move wave after wave.

.....................

King Béla looked at the sinking sky, his face was ugly, and his heart was anxious, he never expected that a small Roman fortress would stifle the heavy punch of the Hungarian army.

In the first half of the day's offensive and defensive battles, Kossuth, a well-known warrior among the Magyars, was wounded and had to retreat from the battlefield.

"Your Majesty!"

"Our warriors are warriors on horseback, and the terrain of the Great Northern Forest limits the hussars."

"The fortress of the Romans will not help us except to vent our anger, and I suggest that the attack be stopped."

Laszlo, the king's chief of guard, could no longer stand it, and the brave warriors on the ground were no match for the Romans.

The war as scheduled should have taken place on the plains, which was the home of the Hungarians.

Bella looked at her chief guard with annoyance, you and I don't know, but those noisy nobles just let them die.

"The royal army will not be thrown in!"

"We just have to wait quietly."

Bella's face was gloomy, and since the Kossuth gang was willing to bleed, let them continue to bleed and drain their blood.

Leo returned to the fight, and since the Hungarians did not have more powerful weapons, it was better to fight all the time in this primitive way.

Gripping the spear with both hands, he stabbed down, pulled it out, stabbed it again, and joined forces with the soldiers in the same column to stab the Magyars in sight.

"My God!"

"Are these brutes really endless?"

The soldier who fell next to him already felt that he was unable to fight anymore, and his arms were limp on the ground, and he could no longer stop his body.

"I'm going crazy!"

A dreamy moan rang through the ears of the Imperial officer, much to his chagrin.

He kicked it over, kicked the soldier and rolled over, and it took him half a day to turn over.

"Get up!"

"If you don't want to die!"

"Otherwise, before the Hungarians end you, I will send you to God!"

Standing up weakly, the soldier who had spoken the frustrating words had been re-pushed to his post, and the battle would not stop.

Armed with spears, the Imperial officers began to inspect the ramparts, and the now exhausted Imperial soldiers were the most likely to slack off.

Without the officer's supervision, it is very likely that the fortress will not be able to sit on the ground and not get up, and the final result will be that the fortress will be quickly breached.

"Soldiers!"

"Soldiers!"

"I know you're tired, but we have to persevere!"

"When the sun goes down, the Hungarian army will retreat, and we will hold off these enemies firmly."

.....................

The trenches on the ground were filled, and the Hungarian army was finally unable to take the fortress.

The evening sun finally set, and the Magyars dispersed like a low tide, leaving nothing but blood on the ground.

The weary soldiers staggered, and some of the people who could still hold on stood guard, looking out into the forest, let through the light of the fire.

The Romans began to collect the corpses of their comrades, piling them up like hills.

The corpses of the Hungarians were thrown directly from the fortress, and the Imperial soldiers took down the nameplates.

Emperor Alexios attached great importance to the construction of the army, and in order to save the hearts of the army, he specially prepared a nameplate.

The nameplates of the war dead would be collected in the hands of the military judge, who would write a letter to the family of each Imperial soldier who died in battle, and send a pension.

The implementation of this system was very popular with the soldiers of the Imperial Army, and the military power was gradually strengthened.

But that wasn't a good thing for Leo right now, and a stack of nameplates was piled up in front of him.

There were also more than 100 bodies of the war-dead, sparks, and the foul smell of burnt corpses wafting between the noses.

"We're evacuating!"

In the face of the dead comrades-in-arms, the officers of the Imperial Army would not be moved for a long time, and in the end, the people around them changed one stubble after another, and they became numb.

It was only when the invaders' lives were harvested that Leo could feel alive.

Touching the necklace of the cross given to him by the priest, the priest accidentally hit a stray arrow at the head of the city and returned directly to the arms of God.

Most of the chaplains stationed at the front, except for a small number of volunteers, were dishonest losers and were reprimanded to the front.

But the dead pastor was already very good, and at the end of his life he held Leo's hand and prayed for him.

"May the Lord of Heaven forgive you for your sins!"

"Amen!"

The body of the black-robed priest was buried on the spot without cremation, after all, the corpses of the Imperial soldiers could still be desecrated.

But a servant of God?

The Hungarians were not so bold, and the Catholic Church would never allow such a thing to happen.

If Bella dares to do this, the Pope will dare to expel him, and in any case, he is a servant of God, and he can only deal with it within the church.

When the last of the things inside the fortress were packed, Leo looked back at his men.

Many of them were disgraced, their bodies were stained with blood, and they could not see their original faces, and those who were still alive were also wounded.

"We'll be back!"

"Remember!"

"We'll be back!"

The oath echoed in the hearts of every Imperial soldier.

When Bella was woken up from her slumber by the chief guard, she saw a raging fire burning the fortress.

The outpost of the Imperial Army, which was not conquered by the Hungarian army, destroyed itself like this?

"No one found the fleeing Romans?"

"No, Your Majesty!"

"I'm afraid there is a secret passage."

Laszlo was sure that the Magyars' elite men surrounded the fort and the surrounding trees were cut down, and that no escaper could hide from the hussars.

Bella silently, what an unpleasant day.