The Hungarian hussars entered the territory quickly, appearing as soon as Pseros had managed to finish their formation, and at the slightest delay they could be attacked by the enemy.

The Magyars hesitated in front of the Imperial Army's battle line, much to the surprise of the Imperial officers.

The Imperial officers observed intently that many of the Hungarian cavalry were wounded, and the strength of the enemy did not match the numbers in the mouths of the defeated soldiers.

After a moment's thought, Pseros quickly understood that it must have been the Kosansi brigade that inflicted heavy losses on the Magyars.

Even among the peasant soldiers, who were looked down upon by the officers of the Imperial Army, there were elite units, such as the Xantsi brigade of the Thracian Military District.

At the height of the Eastern Empire, the naval military districts, which had as many as forty-six military districts.

The peasant army dominated the Heraclius dynasty and never fell below the 300,000 number.

But now that the territory of the empire is shrinking, the national strength is declining, and the peasants and soldiers of the military region are being squeezed by the elites and gradually eliminated from the military circles.

So much so that by the time of Emperor Alexios I, the only foreign mercenaries that could be used were foreign mercenaries.

This is the tragedy of the times!

But this is not entirely the case, the Thracian Military District is a special case among them.

The people there were favored by the imperial military circles for their perseverance.

The Thracians were one of the few peasant troops that could take on important battles and serve as the main force.

The Hungarian army miscalculated the will to resist of the Ksensi brigade and chose the wrong target.

At the end of the battle, the Magyars painfully discovered that although they had completely annihilated the Thracians and wiped out the Xantsi brigade, they also broke two teeth.

King Bella's dark mind was not for outsiders, so he only quietly dispatched a cavalry of 3,000 men to enter the battlefield in advance.

This army was neither more nor less, and it would naturally be slightly insufficient if an attack was launched simultaneously from both flanks of the Third Army of the Imperial Army.

However, if you throw all your strength into one side to strike at it, you can naturally receive the miraculous effect of breaking the enemy with one blow.

Especially when the commander of the Imperial Army thought he had a plan, the attack was most effective.

It was only the Thracian death that inflicted heavy losses on the Hungarian army, and nearly half of the cavalry was lost in the previous battle.

Now the commander of the Magyars, Géza, hesitated whether to fight the Imperial army in front of him again.

In terms of the strength of the two sides, it is estimated that the Imperial army on the opposite side is almost twice as large as the Hungarian army.

However, the morale of the soldiers in the front row of the enemy army does not seem to be high, and it is clear from their size, pace, and posture of holding their guns that these soldiers are not afraid.

However, the Imperial border guards behind were different, the formations were tightly organized, the officers arranged the formations in a clear layer, and the soldiers walked neatly and unwaveringly.

It's hard to do!

But the Hungarian army in the distance did not stop trumpeting, and Géza knew very well that it was King Béla buying him time.

If he did not succeed in crushing the Imperial Army and breaking up the Third Army, he would be faced with the accusation of defeat and the punishment of the king when he returned.

With the wave of the sword, the Hungarian general still decided to destroy the Romans here, in this land, at all costs!

The cavalry charged, and the terrifying might terrified the soldiers of the Durazo Brigade in front of them.

But you can't retreat, the spears of the border guards are behind you, whoever retreats, who dies!

Hussars surged into the Imperial Army's battle formation, and the front row was cut open like cream, and the dead were innumerable.

And that's their last contribution to the Empire!

Pseros drew his short blade, ready to die in battle, without any extra words.

Most of the soldiers present were comrades who were regarded by the officers as brothers and sisters, and they all shared the same mind and were not afraid of life and death.

The enemy's horses galloped into the line of Imperial pikemen in the second row.

Relying on the dense forests, the Imperial Army could not form a complete battle line, but the Hungarian cavalry could only scatter the charge.

Both sides are fighting on the same terrain, and the advantage of their own troops cannot be realized.

"Kill!"

Pseros engaged, and a hussar who had broken through the pikemen's blockade staggered at him, a huge hole in blood, and blood flowed down his body.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Imperial Army officer stabbed the badly wounded Hungarian cavalryman in the abdomen with a sword, and then stirred, the man's distorted face was unwilling to die.

"That's it!"

"That's it!"

"Stabb with a spear!"

"Block with a shield!"

"Cut them down with your sword!"

"As long as we are still here, no one will be able to break through our defenses!"

The fierce battle shook the hearts of the defeated soldiers, and a few undetermined guys planned to slip away again.

This time, however, their commander was not Nikephoros, who was also a peasant soldier.

It was the Emperor himself who brought out the Poseros of the Third Legion of the Imperial Army.

Spotting a few soldiers who were planning to flee again, the Imperial officers rushed forward, stabbed them one by one, and quickly stabbed them.

Lifting the deserter's head in the air, Pseros roared in a loud voice.

"See?"

"See?"

"Romans, that's what happens to deserters!"

"No one can avoid death, but I can send you to God in advance!"

Throwing away the head of the deserter, Pseros turned back and entered the battlefield, and the soldiers, led by him, fought bravely.

The soldiers of the Dulazo Brigade and the Patras Brigade were completely intimidated, and those who were still alive did not retreat.

A soldier who is willing to fight hard can hold on for a while, let alone nearly three thousand people.

In the face of the desperate struggle of the Romans, the Hungarian cavalry could only be constantly overwhelmed in the crowd.

The cover of the dense forest made it impossible for the Hungarian army to use their superb archery skills, and they could only shoot one round at most.

And the undulating terrain of the woods also made the cavalry lose the advantage of shock power.

What's more, hussars were not heavy cavalry in the first place.

Now the two sides were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, with heroic Roman soldiers stabbing the Magyars down with their thrusts, and Hungarian soldiers smashing the heads of Imperial soldiers with maces.

The melee continues in the style of the Middle Ages, where there is no longer a need for battle lines, no longer a battle line, no need for tactics, and no longer a manifestation of tactics.

The narrow terrain here limits the talents of the generals on both sides, and courage is the key to victory.

The shouting continued, and the Imperial soldiers gradually gained the upper hand.

The warriors crowded and pushed side by side, driving the Hungarian cavalry from the battlefield little by little.

The commander of the Magyars, Géza, was desperate to find himself powerless!

The previous battle had drained the warriors, and half of the soldiers were killed along with the Thracians.

Now facing the fresh force of the Imperial Army, the Hungarian Army is unable to win for a long time.

No!

It's not that you can't win!

I'm afraid there is still a possibility of a big defeat!

A frustrated Gaiza slashed left and right in the melee, with several personal soldiers guarding him.

The stark armor made the Imperial soldiers take aim at the knight and slowly move closer.

The situation is gradually turning unfavorable!

At this time, the sound of the trumpet in the distance was desolate and low, and the Hungarian army changed the melody.

Géza no longer shouted for a fierce battle, for the sound was a signal to retreat.

King Bella wasn't going to fight any longer.

The Hungarian general did not dare to think about the reason, it must be that the casualties in the battle of crossing the river were too great, and the king could no longer support it.

The Hungarian general shuddered at the thought of the reproach, and even the punishment, he would have to face when he returned.

Looking back at the left and right, several of the guards had also been killed, and they suddenly felt bored.

"Retreat!"

"Let's go!"

Géza shouted, letting the soldiers around him convey the order, it's time to retreat!

The Hungarian army finally retreated like a tidal wave, and the Roman army's front was firmly established.

Pseros was half-kneeling on the ground to allow himself to breathe, he was too exhausted to fight again.

If the Hungarian army had just been willing to hold on, perhaps the last of the Imperial soldiers' tense will would have been broken like a thin piece of silk.

But in the end, I won!

A victory for the Romans!

"Empire!"

"Hooray!"

"Romans!"

"Hooray!"

Listening to the chorus cheers of the Romans, the departing Hungarian soldiers were almost in tears.

Faced with the two lines of defense of the Imperial Army, the Magyars attacked with all their might, but in the end they fell short.

While the Imperial soldiers were celebrating their victory, the retreating Hungarian army was in a commotion, and then rode away from the brigade and rushed towards the Imperial army.

The knight threw away his sword and his robes along the way, and rushed unsuspectingly towards the Imperial army.

Pseros' lieutenant took off his short bow and tried to shoot him, but was stopped by the Imperial officers.

"Let him come!"

In a short time the Hungarian came near, jumped off his horse, and fell to his knees.

"Honorable Roman general!"

"I am Géza of Hungary, a subordinate of the rebel Bella, and the commander of the Hungarians you defeated."

"I have no choice but to defect to the Empire and come to beg for your acceptance!"

Pseros was overjoyed, such an enemy general surrendered, and all the details of the Hungarian army would soon be mastered by the imperial army.

"Welcome to the Empire!"