The Seljuk Iron Cavalry was imposing and rolling in.

Looking at the Imperial Army from afar, the battle formation was tightly organized and immovable, and Prince Kaihoslu pondered slightly.

This time he came north to expel the main force of the imperial army, which was exactly what the Sultan of Arslan meant.

It is not only sharpening, but also handing over power.

The prince was also excited, and the army was on his side, and the banners were all over the sky, and his brothers could no longer compete with him.

Now is the time to make a new contribution to the Seljuk family!

"Press it up!"

The light cavalry of the Roma army launched a tentative attack first, and the 3,000 horsemen came like waves, rolling iron hooves, shocking people's hearts.

"Crossbowmen!"

"The first team is in place!"

The Imperial Army officer roared loudly, and the crossbowmen in the front row moved slowly, half-crouching and aiming, just waiting for the military order.

"The second team is on the arrow!"

The crossbowmen in the back row followed, the crossbows pulled out, and the arrows were wound.

The cavalry rushed forward, the horses galloped, and the soldiers of the Fourth Legion of the Imperial Army trembled slightly, and their palms were sweaty.

"Steady!"

"Steady!"

"If the enemy does not ride close to seventy paces, no arrows are allowed!"

The officers of the Imperial Army were nervous, and Shishman's general ordered the Seljuk cavalry to get closer and then fire arrows.

Such a distance, such a great terror, is a great test for the newly formed Fourth Legion.

If the Imperial crossbowmen make a mistake and fire their arrows in a panic, it may lead to confusion on the battle line.

This is even more taboo in the charge of the enemy's cavalry!

"God forbid!"

The officers of the Imperial Army, who led the army in front of the battle, all prayed silently, and this moment was extremely important.

It's close!

It's close!

It's here!

"Shoot!"

The Imperial officers let out a mournful shout, and arrows flew out of the crossbowmen's hands, bringing with them the kiss of death.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The murmur in the ears was full of steel and broken armor, flesh and blood were broken, and death wailed and intermittently.

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"Second team!"

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"Shoot!"

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"Third team!"

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The Imperial Army's crossbowmen alternated in rows, alternating back and forth, shooting crossbows and arrows brutally while raining arrows.

Shishman was quite satisfied with the crossbowmen of the Fourth Army of the Imperial Army, and won the first battle.

Although he had been training for a short time, as a newly promoted general, Shishman had experienced the most brutal war he had ever experienced was the Battle of Defense, which was fought in Thessaloniki.

Such a large-scale and majestic battle experience was something that an officer of the Imperial Army like him had never had.

"Good!"

"That's it!"

As the Seljuk cavalry approached, the light cavalry's archery skills came into play.

How many arrows were fired by the Imperial Army, the Seljuks on the opposite side also flew with colorful arrows, killing and injuring the soldiers in the front row of the Imperial Army.

"That's it!"

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"Spearmen march!"

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The arriving enemy cavalry put great pressure on the Imperial crossbowmen, but when Shishman's order was given, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and slowly retreated.

The spear was pointed diagonally, the tail of the spear was inserted into the ground, reaching half an inch, and the Imperial soldiers were half-crouching and clenching hard.

"Thorn!"

The spears of the thorns were like a forest of arrows, and the soldiers of the Imperial Army advanced, and then advanced.

Some soldiers were slashed by the Seljuk cavalry who broke into the formation, others were knocked over by ownerless horses, and the first line of pikemen was loosened.

Khayyam looked at the bloody battlefield in front of him, and the soldiers of the Imperial Army fought hard and fought to the death.

And the Seljuk heavy cavalry had broken away from the enemy's base and galloped quickly.

Around the perimeter of the battlefield, the light cavalry of the Roma army spread out on each flank and began to encircle.

"What a big appetite!"

The Seljuk commander on the opposite side is trying to create a record that is not inferior to Aleb Ayers in the battle!

"Tsk!"

"This is to annihilate all the main forces of the Imperial Army under my command here!"

"I can't let you get my wish!"

There was no trace of anger in the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, and he did not care about the contempt of the enemy.

Choosing to advance along the coast, in addition to destroying the war potential of the Seljuks, Khayyam, the main force of the imperial army, had another advantage.

The only ruler of the Black Sea now - the naval fleet of the Imperial Army.

The great ships of Duilius were always adrift at sea, and even in times of danger, the Imperial Army could directly board the ships and retreat.

This is also a reliance on Khayyam who dares to go so far into the east of Rohm.

Be invincible with soldiers first!

Flags waved, trumpets sounded, and the Imperial Army moved again.

The light cavalry of the Imperial army on both flanks began to exert their strength, and these soldiers, who were also of Turkic origin, galloped across the country, and were no less inferior to the Seljuks.

The difference between the elite of ordinary nomads and the Sultan of Roma may only be one piece of iron armor, a longbow, and a quick knife.

Now the Imperial army enjoyed the advantage of equipment, and the eight thousand light cavalry fought with the Seljuk cavalry with the pleasure of killing.

The light cavalry on both sides battled, you came and went, intertwined, and the situation was stalemate.

The order of the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army did not allow a single Seljuk to have a chance to enter the main battlefield.

Difficult opponents!

Prince Kaihoslu was troubled by the tenacity of the Imperial Army.

This was not his first battle, but it was the first battle after the Sultan himself said that he would make him his heir.

No matter what, you can't fail!

Nine thousand light cavalry on both flanks had left, and three thousand forwards and two thousand heavy cavalry had also been thrown into battle.

Only 3,000 Chinese troops and 5,000 conscripted Eastern tribesmen were still in the formation.

The middle army of the Imperial Army on the opposite side and the Varangian Guards behind the formation have not yet moved, and it seems that it is indeed not easy to swallow the main force of the Imperial Army.

"Muweiye!"

"Your Royal Highness!"

"Give you a chance to make meritorious atonements!"

Mu Weiye, who was assigned to Prince Kaihosru, stared straight at him with blazing eyes.

"These five thousand light horsemen are all handed over to you, can you break through the middle army of the imperial army for me?"

Looking at the place where the prince's whip was pointing, where the flag of the Chinese army of Khayyam was fluttering, Mu Weiye's expression was cold.

"Your Highness, yes!"

Gritting his teeth and taking over the task assigned by the prince, Mu Weiye smiled softly and bitterly.

That's it, that's it, Roma's cruel law, survival of the fittest!

Another new force was thrown into the fierce battlefield of the center, and the battle line of the Imperial army seemed to have been torn open.

The Imperial Army is shaking!

"Romans!"

"Romans!"

"I am Shishman, the general personally appointed by the Supreme of the Empire, your commander-in-chief."

"Here, today, whoever lives and dies with me is my brother!"

The Imperial Sword and Shield Corps of the Fourth Legion had taken the place of pikemen and taken the battle line.

The Seljuk cavalry, having lost their speed, fought with the Imperial soldiers in a chaotic battle in the crowd.

The Imperial crossbowmen retreated to the second line to replenish their arrows.

Legionnaires were busy restocking Imperial crossbowmen and filling their quivers.

Soon the bowstrings were refilled, and the crossbowmen were in high spirits.

In the previous battle, the Imperial crossbowmen performed excellently, and suffered heavy casualties, inflicting great losses on the Roma army.

Had it not been for Shishman who had made the crossbowmen change their guards, the Seljuks would not have minded drinking the blood of the enemies who had killed their robes.