"Brilliant!"

"Brilliant results!"

What the Seljuks did not expect was that they would be defeated by the archers.

Before the Battle of Agincourt, no one believed that even a mere archer could hold back a cavalry charge.

But the English just did it, and they are proud of that!

Today's rehearsal was a small demonstration of the longbowmen's fame, but it had already inflicted huge losses on the Seljuk cavalry.

Countless knights fell from their horses in a rain of arrows, and the mourning horses also fell with their masters.

At least 3,000 Roma soldiers were killed in four volleys, and the English achieved the best record since the expeditionary force marched eastward.

Then the archers slowly withdrew from the battlefield amid the jaw-dropping expressions of Prince Kehoslu on the other side, and the surviving nomads had scattered and retreated.

It's not that the Seljuks are not powerful, but the English longbowmen are too powerful!

It was as if the enemy had already been defeated by just a few movements, and the one-sided bloody slaughter made the friendly soldiers feel chills and dare not look down on the longbowmen who carried quivers and were nicknamed weak wooden targets.

The Nightmare English longbowmen scattered the Seljuk cavalry with a crisp attack, and they didn't even need Richard to send his last cards, the French heavy cavalry.

"Well done!"

When the cavalry on the flanks trying to attack was repulsed, the Seljuks, who were holding on to the battle in the middle, began to cower.

They knew that the English longbowmen would not shoot arrows at the Aquitaine swordsmen who were fighting against them, but the rout of the friendly forces shook their minds.

Won't win!

This is the tremor in the hearts of the Roma soldiers, and the army is strong enough to make everyone who is against it feel terrified.

However, Richard will not relax a little, because the Seljuks on the opposite side are not good at stubble, and although their commander is not the old fox Arslan, the son he trained will not be too different.

The necessary prudence is the necessary military quality of every tactician, otherwise no matter how good the strategy is, it will be in vain if it cannot be executed.

As everyone knows, Kaihoslu on the opposite side has been shocked inexplicably, he was hit by the powerful attack of the English longbowmen, and in his stunned moment, the situation on the battlefield changed again, and those Seljuk soldiers on the battle formation were disintegrating.

This was not a lack of troops, the Seljuks were nearly twice as large as the expeditionary force, with 15,000 light cavalry, 3,000 gullams of heavy armor, and as many as 15,000 infantry recruited from subordinate tribes.

In contrast to the complex composition and subordination of the expeditionary force, the command of the Seljuk army was relatively more uniform, and Kekhoslu was the only supreme commander, and no one could compete with him.

The opposite expeditionary commander Richard could not, whether it was knights and swordsmen brought out of the duchy, they were all gifts of wealth from his mother, and they also served large and small nobles.

Anyone who knows the Middle Ages knows the famous saying: The lord of my lord is not my lord.

Knighted to Eleanor, the former Duchess of Aquitaine and Queen of England, these French nobles were made to serve in battle because of Richard's blood and his mother's legacy.

The English longbowmen have a long history, born after the Norman conqueror William forced the kingdom by force, and were commissioned by King Henry II to follow William Marshall to this unrelated battlefield.

The mercenaries who were forcibly stuffed by the Supreme of the Eastern Empire were even more diverse, and their purpose in participating in the war was stronger than that of other soldiers in the expeditionary force.

Disagreeing with the sanctity of the Prince of England fighting for the Lord, these money-eyed mercenaries pursued only gold.

Well, having said too much, Richard was really bitter, and the balance of war was unfair in the first place to put together such a complex army and contend with the Seljuks who were twice as large as his own.

But Richard, a fanatical pursuit of war, found his own pleasure in such adversity.

"If even such an enemy can't be overcome, then he won't be the Lionheart!"

On the hill far from the edge of the battlefield, the second army of the emperor's main force has already quietly advanced, Alexios will not sit idly by and watch Richard's defeat, it is okay to wait and see, but it will not be indifferent.

"The situation on the battlefield is good, the English longbowmen have achieved results that we did not expect at all, and now the Seljuks shed a little more blood!"

Emperor ** General Khayyam put down his binoculars and commented on the battle situation, of course he also has the capital of pride, and the Seljuk commander opposite is his defeated general.

Alexios nodded silently, such a battle situation was enough to establish a victory, the Second Legion that came down from the battleship had not actually recovered from the waves, and rushing into the battle was at most barely repelling the Roma army, and it was impossible to annihilate the enemy.

"If nothing else, the valiant prince should be able to defeat the Seljuks on the spot, if the enemy retreats and does not join the Ghulam heavy cavalry!"

No one knew what Kekhoslu was thinking, but it was evident from the performance of the Ghulam's heavy cavalry in the four battles of Myreo Sepharon, Smyrna, Bursa, and Cilicia that the Seljuk army was no longer as strong as it once was.

Unbeknownst to Richard and Kehosru, the light cavalry group of the Second Legion commanded by the Roman Emperor slowly approached the battlefield and observed the battlefield on both sides.

Relying on the swift speed of the Second Legion, Alexios immediately transferred his troops ashore after dismissing the liaison officer of the expeditionary force garrison.

The actions of tens of thousands of light cavalry were naturally not without movement, but the two armies that had already entered the white-hot battle had long been unable to pay attention to the situation outside the battlefield.

"Press it up!"

"I'm going to crush this army here, I don't believe they're that resilient!"

"Send five hundred guram cavalry to supervise the battle behind those tribesmen, don't say I haven't given them a chance!"

The Sultan's heir was impatient, and he was ready to commit all his reserves.

Let's decide the winner in one hit!

The wanton slaughter suddenly took place behind the Seljuk army, and the harshness of military law once again verified an iron law, and as long as there was a glimmer of life, humanity would not hesitate to seize it.

The refreshed Roma army put tremendous pressure on William Marshall again, and the English knights, who were already out of breath, could only smile bitterly.

"Warriors, hold on!"

"These heretics can no longer hold on, now it's just their last struggle, gambling on the honor of the knights, and not allowing defeat to happen!"

The meat grinder-like front-line battlefield has lost its original formation.

In the chaotic crowd, you can only swing your sword when you get close to each other and see the color of each other's armor.

Because the blood had blurred their eyes, making it difficult for them to see.