"Soros, you give me back all the Armenian children!"

Reuben's mournful voice echoed in the halls, but no one answered, for the general to whom he had called had returned to Heaven, perhaps in Heaven, perhaps in Hell, but the Grand Duke of Cilicia could never see him again.

"I want revenge, I want to kill every Seljuk Turk!"

The Grand Duke tore his hair in pain, his anxious mood conveying unspeakable pain, and he would rather take his place if he could.

"How can we tell the parents who have lost their children, they trust me so much, they gave me their children at the most critical moment of the principality, but I can't let them be together again......"

There is no solution to the proposition, everything is settled, if there is still regret medicine to eat, even if it is highly poisonous, Grand Duke Ruben is willing to swallow it in one bite.

But the fate was so miserable that another elite of Armenia was buried at the hands of incompetent generals, and the rest were either as miserable as Ruben or were in a state of uneasiness.

Capitulationism arose among the Armenians, and the ministers wished to follow the example of the sages, who would resubmit to the Sultan and then hand over the hostages.

The Armenians will bow to Arslan's iron heels, and they may even have the Sultan's head engraved on the currency issued in the future (which they did, in fact).

Now the Armenians did not even dare to make a proposal to liaise with the expeditionary force, and they retreated into the mountains inland, trying in vain to escape the attacks of the Seljuk cavalry.

"We have lost about 4,000 brave soldiers, and now the Duchy is overstretched, and if the Turkic army advances again, we may even have nowhere to go!"

Prince Leon issued a well-timed warning, and his reminder made the principality's important ministers come to an avail, but then everyone fell silent again.

Because the elite of the principality lost half of Thailand in several major wars, no matter how hard they tried, they could not recover the gap in strength.

"The principality is at a disadvantage, our compatriots are suffering, and if we can't save the defeat, then we will be abandoned by our people!"

Prince Leon lamented that the declining Armenians had lost control of most of the lands in the south, so that the Seljuk cavalry could plunder their possessions and women on their land.

"How about we then ask Arslan Sultan Nagong for Konya's forgiveness?"

A weak voice rang out in the crowd, but strangely no one refuted it, or most of them had lost their fighting spirit, and this was their heart, but one boldly said it.

"Enough! I allow you to participate in the administration of the royal power, but this is not a reason for you to be greedy for life and fear death in a crisis in the principality! ”

Like a wounded lion, Archduke Reuben's angry eyes swept over all the important ministers of the principality, and finally slowly fell on Constantine Hertomis.

The illustrious Armenian nobleman was now lonely in the crowd, hoping to hide his form and disappear into obscurity.

"Constantine!"

The loud roar shook everyone, and the patriarch of the House of Hertomis was knocked to the ground by Archduke Reuben's scepter in disbelief, and he rolled a few times before he could stand up.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!"

Constantine Hertomis, who was wailing, clung to the Archduke's scepter, and he fell to his knees and wept.

"My brother, you are blinded by hatred!"

Prince Leon would not allow the Grand Duke to continue to humiliate the patriarch of the House of Hertomis, and the great nobles of the Armenian House of Ruben would not be like no one else afterwards, and perhaps this hatred would be remembered by the next generation.

In this era when honor is more important than everything!

"What are we going to do?"

For the first time, the Grand Duke who sat on the ground felt his powerlessness, and the king's deep exhaustion had made his body unable to support it.

"Leave it to me!"

Leon the Illustrious has finally begun to show his true colors, to seize the power that belongs to his brother, and he wants to seize it for the Armenians once.

Taking the scepter from the silent Grand Duke, Prince Leon's face was grim and serious, and he walked slowly outside under the stunned eyes of all the important ministers.

It was the temporary refuge of the Armenian people, the last place of refuge for the mountain people.

The farmhouses and villages below were destroyed by the tyrannical Seljuk cavalry, and the Armenians had no choice but to take refuge in the mountains under the leadership of their monarch.

But it was a great shame for all the warriors, and the guilt of not being able to expel the invaders tormented them every moment.

"Mountain people, exiles, descendants of Armenia, indomitable warriors, all those who are interested in restoring their homeland, listen to me!"

Standing on top of the royal fortress, Leon looked down on everyone, knowing that he had not only taken over the scepter but also the responsibility, and that he was now the de facto leader of the Armenians.

Even if he might have violated his brother's taboo, he had no regrets, for the Armenians could not wait.

"Our brothers, our sisters, our parents, all our loved ones who can be seen have perished in the ravages of those infidels!"

"Now we can only hide in this fortress in the mountains, what are we left with?"

All those who heard Prince Leon's words stepped out of their tents, their eyes burning with vengeance burning as magma, and slowly everyone stood below and listened to the prince's cries.

"There's no way back!"

"My brothers, if we don't want the last place of Armenia to be taken away, let us fight!"

"Now, the armies of the Romans and the Franks are marching on our land, and the only force we can rely on is them, and together with the Roman Empire we will expel the Seljuks!"

Leon, who had already walked out of the castle, saluted them in front of everyone he could see, and he could even call some of them by name, which made the mountain people feel very affectionate, they needed such a king.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we need your strength, and the Ruben family needs your strength, if you are willing to continue fighting!"

All around, whether it was a wounded soldier after a battle or a farmer who had never been in battle, all the adult men who could stand up gathered around Prince Leon.

"Your Highness, please let me follow you!" The knight fell to his knees, removed his hood, and fell at the prince's feet.

Immediately after that, people slowly fell to their knees, and the knightly nobles who followed the example of the Crusader military system maintained their loyalty, and they only needed a strong leader.

"Tomorrow we will descend to join the Romans and the Franks!"

Surprisingly, Prince Leon excites every warrior, and even if they die, they want to die in battle rather than be annihilated in the last lands of their homeland.