"Kill it!"

Prince Richard of England personally oversaw the battle at the foot of Mount Cilicia, and the brave soldiers of the expeditionary force were scrambling to attack the Seljuk-occupied pass.

"The Armenians are all rubbish, they easily lost such an important checkpoint to the Turkic army, and now we have to pay a heavy price for it."

Emperor Alexios, the Supreme Emperor of the Eastern Empire, considered the difficulty of Richard's advance on land, and specially sent auxiliary legionnaires to participate in the battle with giant trebuchets, the siege weapons of the Empire.

After the trebuchet destroyed the Seljuk poorly built fortifications outside the pass, the expeditionary force discovered that the Armenian inner wall was still intact on the inner side of the col.

"Your Highness, we can't move forward anymore, it's already within the range of the Seljuks' bows and arrows, we must stay here!"

The soldiers of the Emperor indifferently rejected Richard's almost unreasonable order to continue to advance, in their opinion, the soldiers of the Empire had completed their mission, and it was undoubtedly a foolish thing to sacrifice more Emperor ** soldiers to open the passage for the expeditionary force.

"We can only continue to wait here, my lord, the enemy's crossbow arrows can be shot from above their walls to our feet, we can't take this risk and continue to advance!"

The emperor's officer tactfully hoped to explain as clearly as possible, if the Latin prince refused to accept it, then he had no choice, but he had already made up his mind to retreat immediately, and would never put his subordinates in danger.

"What a good officer you are for your subordinates!"

Richard's slightly mocking tone made the Imperial ** officer very unhappy, but it was not in his range of options to clash with the commander of an ally army.

"My lord, if you don't have anything else important, please let me retire first!"

Richard's dark eyes stared at him, "Did I say you could leave?" ”

Several of Aquitaine's court-born guards immediately surrounded him, and the cold-shining swords in their hands slowly approached the officer, so that he could only smile bitterly and return to the Prince of England again.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Prince Richard, what you have done has deeply disturbed me, can you remove this sword from my neck?"

"That depends on whether you intend to contribute to our cause?"

The tough attitude of the prince of England made the imperial ** official at a loss: "Okay, you are victorious, I will immediately arrange for the soldiers to advance, and we will clear a safe passage for your army, are you satisfied?" ”

"No, I'm not satisfied, I want you to destroy it along with that wall!"

The emperor took aim at the tall and solid Cilicia Pass, which was splashed like rain so that arrows were falling on the heads of the soldiers of the expeditionary force who were shouting forward, and every moment the unfortunate people were hit by arrows and fell, and the nearby city wall became an impenetrable barrier for the soldiers of the expeditionary force.

"So now I think you can understand my feelings?"

"My subordinates are also in such a predicament, I wonder if you can lend a hand?"

Swallowing his saliva and swallowing it with difficulty, the emperor ** officer wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, as a trebuchet unit that has been fighting in the rear of the army for a long time and launches long-range projection weapons, they do not have much awareness of close combat, and they are always the best protected group of people in the emperor **.

It's just that everything has changed with Richard, and the emperor's trebuchet troops will have to struggle to death in the face of the enemy's arrows.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if you thought of this when you sent us?"

Frustrated, the Imperial Officers were forced to return to the front line under the escort of the principality's elite guards, where they would prepare for the next projection and break down the thick walls on which the Seljuks relied before the expeditionary force could reorganize its offensive.

"William, I need you to lead the swordsmen to cooperate with the attack from the walls of the southern flank!"

"My Highness, I will bring you victory!"

"Lord Marshall, your knight's sword!" The attendant on the side handed over the sword belonging to the royal superintendent.

"Then I'll go first, Your Highness."

……

The situation of the battle was intertwined from the moment the expeditionary force appeared, and the Seljuks were not unprepared for it.

The garrison of 3,000 men was enough to defend itself against an attack of 100,000 men for half a month with its fortifications, and that was without the appearance of giant trebuchets, of course.

And now is the most ideal state of the expeditionary force, the trebuchet of the emperor ** constantly roared, the deafening sound did not pause and reverberated in the valley, the huge impact of the stone bullet made the city wall continue to mourn, and the defenders fell into a dead silence.

When the Seljuk Gazi finally reacted after a period of distraction, their first choice was to mobilize the ballista.

After the Battle of Manchikot, the Empire's defenses in the east collapsed, and with it, a large number of national lands were lost, and advanced ordnance fell into the hands of the Turkic armies, which strengthened their power.

Now these ballistas posed the greatest threat to the siege forces.

However, for the Seljuks, they were still a little late in their movements.

"Look, the Seljuk shell has finally broken!"

"Warriors!"

"Brave Christians, the time has come to fight for our Lord, and forward, let us kill these barbarians without a single piece of armor!"

A crack in the southern flank decided the victory, and the Seljuks threw all their forces into it, while the swordsmen led by the English knight William Marshall climbed up from the crumbling wall below.

"It's time to fight to the death!"

"Kill it, for my lord!"

It is not so much the fire of faith surging in the chest as the spirit of the army burning.

More than 800 soldiers were a small branch of the whole huge army, but at this time, the will of all the sergeants seemed to be poured into them, and these soldiers were doubly courageous.

The blade of the horizontal slash left a terrible wound on the body of the Roma soldier who was fighting against William Marshall, and the lower half of his body was cut off by the knight's gravity, and he could only die with a painful wail.

The swarming swordsmen used their strength in close combat, and Prince Richard personally promised that all the spoils of victory would go to soldiers and officers, and he would take nothing.

What an incorruptible commander, what a generous king!

Every soldier of the expeditionary force praised Richard's name and his generosity, and the commander's thirty percent of the spoils of war was the most common pattern on the European battlefield.

The unusual approach magnified the ambitions of the expeditionary soldiers to victory, and they all fought hard, squeezing the enemy into the pass little by little, and the Seljuks were defeated in the narrow lanes.

William Marshall was the first to rush to the top and take down the Seljuk flag planted on the pass of the Cilician Mountains, announcing his victory to all the soldiers who participated in the battle.

The soldiers of the expeditionary force were excited and fought even harder, while the desperate Roma army was compressed into the inner corner of the pass.

"Take the crown of victory for the great God!"