On the steep cliff, several figures disappeared behind it, and with the direct rays of the sun, the ironclad knight revealed his true face, and the three officers stood behind the cliff and looked down the mountain.

The rolling iron was popular, the neighing of the war horses was endless, and the meandering military formation was like a long snake with a bloated body advancing slowly.

"How many?" The hussar officer Pias asked.

"Six thousand to eight thousand!" Andrew spoke slowly, Sen Ran's tone with murderous intent.

"Our three squads can't eat such a big piece of fat!" Perian put his hands on his chest and looked solemn.

"Send out the sentry cavalry, scatter a wave of people, see if there are any Turkic rear troops nearby, and at the same time search for the traces of other squads, and if you find them, bring them over to converge." Pias's hand had touched the hilt of his sword.

"This is the first time that we have separated from the command of His Majesty the Emperor and led our own troops, can we have less than five hundred cavalry?"

Perian was hesitant about the confidence in Pias's words, the glory they had on their shoulders did not allow them to fail, and the hussars had to win the first battle of their independent army.

"We can do it, just because we are the Imperial Hussars who have replaced the Paladin! Hussars are invincible! Andrew had already turned his horse, and his departing back pulled a long shadow in the sunlight.

……

It was almost dusk, and the Turkic soldiers, though able to ride on horseback, were exhausted from a whole day's march.

The commander of this army was Mustafa, the father of Muwiyah, an old Turkic warrior who had now settled down and prepared a beautiful meal.

Rudimentary tents have been erected, filled with pots and pans, churning lamb boiling in hot oil, and the aroma is mouth-watering.

This is a rare feast for nomadic herders, who in peacetime usually milk their goats and only slaughter them when it is important to slaughter the sheep that are valuable property, and now they need to supplement their meat.

Sitting on the ground covered with a blanket of sheep, Muweiye munched on the mutton, and his mood could not help but be clouded by the thought of the pagan sacrifices he had encountered in Birejik.

Mustafa came over to look at his son, Muchaille had experienced the battle for the first time, and Mustafa had some understanding of his son's confusion.

"Father, I am puzzled by the pagan sacrifice I have encountered in Birejik who would rather die than give in, do the pagan gods have such power to contend with my lord?"

Mustafa looked at his son lovingly: "Don't talk about pagan gods, you will be watched by him, pray to Allah, and remember the warnings you received in the past!" ”

"Orthodoxy is just faithfulness. Our Lord has no compulsion on religion, because right and wrong are clear! "The teachings of the Qur'an came to mind and Muwiyah was immersed in the depths of his heart.

"Muwiyah, if this war is won, the Sultan will definitely reward more land without hesitation, you are my second son, and only by becoming the Sultan's side Gulam can you get promoted."

The old father's respectful teachings made Mu Weiye nod his head again and again, and just as the father and son were talking, the horn outside the camp sounded and the noise resounded throughout the camp.

Mu Weiye was a little stunned, even if there was a surprise attack, shouldn't it be at night? Attacking just when the army had just stopped settling down to cook?

Mustafa was silent, he just took the sword handed by the guard, and his armor was not removed now, this is the vigilance of a veteran of the battlefield, and he does not indulge his vigilance at any time.

"Follow me!"

With the call of the old commander, the Chinese cavalry of 500 men jumped out, and Mustafa was confident that he could drive out the enemy who had invaded the camp.

The rout saw that Mustafa's cavalry did not dare to stop and moved out of the way, and as they continued to advance, Mustafa finally saw that the Silver Wingers were wreaking havoc in his army.

"Hussars march!" Andrew yelled like crazy.

Five hundred-strong lancers smashed through the Turkic stragglers, and the blood-stained spears pierced the human body and made a big hole, and the Turkic cavalry who dared to meet them were all picked off their horses.

The Roman Empire's elaborate new cavalry surprise the Sultanate of Rûm as soon as it appeared, and the sophisticated equipment was by no means an ordinary saber in the hands of Turkic soldiers, and it was possible if it was a superb Damascus scimitar.

Seeing that his soldiers were overturned on their backs and crushed, Mustafa laid down his sword, and 500 of his own army quickly pounced, vowing to annihilate the Roman army, which had no one in sight.

"Array! Array! Array! ”

Seeing the Turkic army on the opposite side coming out, Andrew knew that it must be the elite of the Turks who had arrived, and it was definitely the elite soldiers of the Turks who dared to come out to fight at this time.

Perian galloped through the scattered formation, red streamers hanging from the spears and fluttering in the wind, and five rows of riders formed a formation.

Mustafa was also extremely shocked to see the opposite side regain its formation in a short moment, which was a formidable enemy that only the Sultan's side of the Ghulam Guards could resist.

On his side, they are all ordinary Ghulam, and the difference between the two is not a fraction of a second, but Mustafa has no way out, he has to buy time.

"Mu Weiye is up to you!" Mustafa put down his iron mask and beckoned the soldiers to gallop.

"It's coming!"

Pias's tone was calm and unmoved, and he stood there with his reins tightened, waiting for Andrew, the commander of the joint operation, to give orders.

Perriande ran back, his spear stuck upside down on the ground, red blood running down the dirt, and his heavy breathing paused for a moment.

"Let's fight!"

Andrew clenched his fists: "Warriors of the Empire, we will defeat these Turks here today, God forbid!" ”

"God forbid!"

The knights all galloped across their horses, this time against the Turkic cavalry of the steppe, who were synonymous with fierceness and swiftness, and the empire had not expelled them from Anatolia for a hundred years, and today they raised their spears and stabbed the enemy.

When the two armies intersected, the front of the Turks was immediately torn apart, and Andrew, Periande, and Pias took the lead, and the hussars behind swarmed in, and the gap became wider and wider.

In the first round of Mustafa's confrontation, the war knife was actually cut open, and then a large hole was pierced in his armor, although it was not penetrated, but Mustafa felt that his ribs must have been broken several times.

Mustafa knew that his distinctive armor must have attracted the attention of the enemy, and several of his close guards were quickly stabbed off their horses.

Looking forward to the fact that the fighting spirit of the Turkic soldiers was low, the more they fought, the more cowardly they became, the swords were not as good as men, and the armor was not as good as men, and their combat skills could not make up for the gap in hardware, and as time went by, most of Mustafa's personal guards had fallen.

The gloomy eyes paused, Mustafa smiled bitterly and gritted his teeth in the back and forth charge of the hussars, he still had Muweiye, he had to wait for him to come to support.