Withered poppies swayed on the plains by the roadside, dead bodies were everywhere, and the broken red lion flag had been half burned in the flames.

Now the Roma army was happily cleaning up the battlefield, and the defeat in the distance did not displease the Turkic warriors, for they did not know that they were now preoccupied with looting the wealth belonging to the Armenians, which was their precious trophy.

Stripped of a piece of armor belonging to the nobility, the Seljuk cavalry from the herdsman smiled happily, he had never seen such a fine armor, and even if there was, it would only fall into the hands of the Gazimen (feudal lords), and there would be nothing left in the hands of the herdsmen.

Today, however, the Seljuk man has made a fortune, and his ornate armor is adorned with elaborate ornamentation, and if you know the Greek, Mulek will know that it reads, 'God bless Hertomis'.

This is the armor cast from the imperial capital, but unfortunately it has been dusted with the death of the master.

The most illustrious family in Armenia, the powerful nobles alongside the royal family, and even the great nobles who were able to usurp the royal power in the end, only the flowers that withered today belong to this family.

The 4,000 Armenian army led by Soros Hertomis, on the way to meet Richard's expeditionary force, encountered the Seljuk army under the command of Prince Kekhoslu.

The last remaining elite of the embarrassed Duchy of Cilicia on this plain was wiped out, and the tragedy was innumerable.

"We may be able to force the Armenians to their knees again!"

Prince Kaihoslu swept away the haze of defeat at the hands of Khayyam some time ago, and when he learned about the current status of the imperial general in the imperial world, he could still comfort that he was unjustly defeated.

However, the prince's general skills were indeed very lacking, and after the collapse of the Eastern Empire, the fall of the imperial capital of Constantinople, and the decline of the empire, Prince Kehoslu marched into Nicaea together with Alexios Angelos, who betrayed his homeland.

However, the final result was unexpected, and the Raskalis dynasty, which had restored the military district system and reorganized the peasant army, was able to completely defeat the Romani army in a head-to-head confrontation in a weakened situation, and the high-spirited Seljuk prince was killed in that battle.

Whether it was a matter of fortune or the times, the Nicaean exile was able to rise and successfully counterattack the imperial capital in the subsequent war, laying the foundation for the last revival of the empire and continuing the life of old Rome.

However, the supporting character in the story, Prince Kaihoslu, is undoubtedly the biggest stepping stone to the revival of the empire, and his death is also doomed to the rise of Turkey.

"How many captives have I captured?"

"Your Highness, there are very few!"

The Sultan's Guard, Skamped shook his head with a wry smile, the Atrocities of the Seljuks in Armenian land this time were too cruel.

So much so that these mountain people even broke out with the last will to resist desperately, and when the battle was over, the Turkic army captured a large number of weapons, but did not capture a corresponding number of enemies.

"Maybe we can try to change our mindset and restrain our armies so that the warriors don't kill and plunder in the countryside at will."

The Sultan's chief of the guard made a sincere suggestion, and Arslan's intentions were best understood by him, and the prince in front of him would soon take over from the Sultan, and he would be the next Seljuk successor, the master that Skampid had to serve.

"Slave, how dare you speak to me like this without my father's order, you should learn more from your colleagues, you just need to kill the enemy bravely on the battlefield!"

"I will give you the reward you deserve, and maybe it's not impossible for you to be free!"

The prince did his best to ridicule the commander of the Guard, knowing that he could no longer leave the Seljuk family, and still humiliated the warrior like this.

Skamped could only smile bitterly at this, he knew too well the prince's temperament.

The Gazis, in order to curry favor with the future monarch, treated the people of the occupied territories more and more violently, forcing the old and weak women and children to work, and making the men in the prime of life join the Sultan's army, and raising the butcher's knife at the slightest disappointment, which has provoked many Armenian revolts.

Moreover, the glamorous Gazi also sent twenty beauties to the prince, not to mention that Kaihosru himself accepted thirty percent of the tribute sent by the soldiers below, or it could not be said to be a tribute but should be filial piety.

The Sultan's chief of the guard immediately thought of a similar word, the language of the East was so vast and profound that although he could not organize the language, this did not affect Skapedra's low opinion of the prince.

A true king should command both the Ghazi Legion and the Ghulam's Guards across the plains of Anatolia, and treat every subordinate as fairly and justly as Eleb Elslan did, and his rewards and punishments should be just enough to unite the people.

These are all things that Skampid learned at the Guards Academy (the special training institution of Ghulam for the pagans is also very advanced), the way of kings.

However, the reality is very different from the idea of a soldier, and if Arslan is still a qualified monarch, although he is far from the ideal type in the mind of the commander of the Guard, it is not enough to cause him unhappiness.

But the Sultan's chosen heir may not be able to do so.

"He can't control the Guard!"

Skamped foresaw the future, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, he clearly understood that Ghulam was a hunting dog, and only the strong could control him, Arslan was already reluctant, but Kaihosru was still not angry.

"A king who can't bring benefits to the Guards is not a good king, and if he can't bring glory to the Guards, then he's not far from death."

The melancholy Skampid was not happy in Rûm, his alien status meant him from appearing in the upper class of the Seljuks, and the pagan monarchs were using them and being wary of them, and the Ghulam (slave soldiers) were rarely able to die well.

"I've done my best, but if you still do this, sooner or later you will be abandoned by the Ghulam Guard!"

What Skamped didn't know was that his own prophecy doomed Kaihoslu to a tragic fate.

But now the young prince drove the lowly Ghulam guards in his eyes, and these elite soldiers seemed to him to be nothing more than commodities that could be found everywhere in the slave market.

As long as the Seljuks have money, there will be a steady stream of gullams to be replenished.

The chief of the guard, who lifted the curtain, could not stand the foolishness of the prince, and he left the place only on his own, all of which was evil to the prince.

"That dares to do this to me, why didn't my father kill him!"

What the prince didn't know, though, was that there weren't too many monarchs killed by the Ghulam Guards during the Seljuk division in the past.

The Sultan knew too well the nature of these slave soldiers, they were instinctively driven by profit, this was a double-edged sword, a sharp sword that could not be stopped.

Especially after the Guards took control of the Officers' Academy, it was equivalent to them beginning to fight against the local Ghazi, forming two forces within the Roma.

The Ghazi Legion, made up of their own soldiers, and the Ghulam's Guard, made up of slave soldiers.

Even the Ghulam Guards were more elite and better equipped, and had completely overwhelmed Seljuk Ghazi in terms of strength, but everyone was still at a loss.

It's like a baby elephant has been tethered to a tree stump since childhood, and when it grows up, it will not challenge the stump.

But if any of the Guards officers raised their swords, they would be surprised to find that their masters, the Seljuks, were far inferior to them in battle.