The obscure sky shrouded in gray mist, the gloomy humidity of the mountain stream obscured the view of the marchers, and a group of lightly armored soldiers weaved through the dense forest, tracking the traces left by the Armenians and searching the uninhabited land.

"My lord, we have been searching for a day, and if it doesn't come to fruition, my subordinates suggest that we should retreat immediately, and leave this place, the Seljuk cavalry will patrol back and forth under the mountain, and we can't hide from them all the time."

William Marshall shook his head: "The prince needs them, we need them, there is no Armenian leadership here, we are like a lost lion circling in the territory of the hounds, our army will be targeted by the Seljuks sooner or later, we must find a way to get the Armenians to join us." ”

The English would never want to continue wallowing in these damp and dirty wetlands if they could, but out of desperation he could only linger here, of course, for another day at most, no more.

If the Armenians could not be found, the expeditionary force would rather risk fighting the Seljuks than force its way through the Duchy of Cilicia, and could not afford to delay.

Richard had warned William Marshall that the expeditionary force was running out of supplies.

Relying on the military rations allocated by the Supreme of the Eastern Empire could keep the army free of worries for a while, but with the continuous advancement of the interior, the replenishment rate of the Roman Empire's naval fleet was far from keeping up with the consumption rate of food by the expeditionary force.

Therefore, the support of the Armenian exile regime in southern Anatolia was quite important, the expeditionary force needed them, Richard needed them, and even the Roman Empire needed them.

The prince of England complained about the Armenians' breach of contract and the unreliability of Emperor Alexios, and now the expeditionary force could not collect food and supplies and everything that the army needed.

There is not even a guide!

Large swaths of the Duchy of Cilicia were sacked by Seljuk cavalry, and those who were still alive fled in all directions.

Richard and his men had to face the dilemma of the once-thriving Restoration regime, which was now devastated by the enemy.

The most staunch allies of the Crusaders are cowering in the mountains to defend themselves against their enemies, while leaving their allies at a loss.

"The distance is too long for us to rely entirely on the supply of the Roman Imperial naval fleet, and when we have to pass through the mountains of the Armenians is when we are at our laxest and weakest, the Seljuks will definitely come again!"

After all, Richard was one of the heirs that the family had worked hard to cultivate, and he was already an excellent military and logistics manager at a young age, and he knew all about the predicament that the army could now bring.

The whirlwind of Turkic cavalry on the plains of eastern Anatolia was the most difficult enemy, not one of them.

The Roma army always sent scouts to observe the expected march first, and when the enemy's weakness was confirmed, they launched a surprise attack to annihilate the enemy on the plain.

This is the most dangerous and cunning greedy wolf, and it is easy to be bitten if you are not careful!

"Your Highness, do you need me to find the Armenians?"

William Marshall stood up at the right time to speak, and the most courageous and persevering man in the whole army was none other than this man.

And this difficult task could kill those who are not favored by the goddess of fate at any time.

"It's best to find them today, or we'll have to stop our march for the time being!"

His eyes drifted over the great ships still moving on the sea, and the Prince of England frowned, knowing the secret of Searle's master, and he knew that these cunning enemies had created no man's land in order to create a powerful opportunity to attack the expeditionary force ahead.

So the knight of the House of Anjou led his men to search for the Armenians here, hoping to get the warriors to settle in a safe place.

The heavy blood suddenly drifted between the wings of his nose, and although the royal ministers were no longer honorable from the past, they were still veterans on the battlefield.

"Stop!" William Marshall stopped the march and gently brushed away the branches of the trees that obscured his vision, and the ground was full of zombies.

"Sizzle......"

Although William Marshall was calm, some of his men were also shocked.

"This is where Armenians fold their wings!"

Picking up a piece of armor in front of him, it was a red lion flag common to the Ruben dynasty, in fact, William Marshall also had a red lion flag, but it was a gift from Prince Henry, rewarding him for his loyalty and bravery.

On the ground were the military flags of the Armenians, tattered and lonely trampled on the ground by pedestrians.

"Looks like we can't wait for our allies!"

William Marshall asserted that, by the instincts of a battlefield veteran, he sensed that there should be no danger in this dead battlefield, and that the enemy had suppressed all resistance here.

"Look for it, are there any alive!"

"We need a living Armenian, at least he can start talking."

After a moment in front of the dead body, William Marshall lowered his expectations.

It's miserable!

It's so miserable!

If anyone can survive such a battlefield, it is truly a miracle shown by God!

"Let's try to find it, maybe, maybe we can find one or two live mouths."

"Let's hope we're not too late!"

The soldiers of the expeditionary force tried to search the bodies lying on the ground as much as possible, probing their noses, hoping to find survivors.

Time passed little by little, the sun was already about to set, and William Marshall would have planned to retreat if there was another quarter of an hour without anyone alive.

The long stay here made his sixth sense alarm bell, and if the Seljuks went and returned, all the soldiers here would die.

"My lord, I'm so sorry!"

The soldiers of the expeditionary force who came back to report all smiled bitterly and shook their heads, they were participating in the public ** team in the hope that they were also the most amazing adventurers in the European continent, but even they could only shake their heads helplessly, then the Seljuks must have made up for the defeated soldiers on the battlefield.

"Let's go!"

"Go and tell the prince that our allies have failed, and that everything that comes from here is up to us, by our commander."

"God knows what the Armenians have experienced!"

The soldiers who returned from the battlefield were in an atmosphere, the dead bodies of the Christians were stripped of their armor, and even the nobles among them were abandoned in stripes, exposed to the wilderness.

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"Then that's all we can do!"

Prince Richard's face was calm, and he predicted the worst outcome, which was probably the case.

"Prepare to meet our enemies, brother in the name of God, we are invincible!"

All the prince's subordinates shouted in unison: "In the name of God, we are invincible!" ”