When the broken Seljuk flag was taken down by the expeditionary soldiers, the blood stains on it had blurred the flag.

The commander's flag of Muwier was collected by the soldiers, after all, it was the first victory of the expeditionary force to be remembered.

The sunset is obliquely shining, the severed arms and stumps reflected by the sunlight and the river of blood flowing all witness the tragedy of the war.

Although the Roma army was crippled on the border of the Empire, it was the expeditionary force that suffered greater losses.

The elite of Richard's duchy was unharmed, but the mercenaries sent by the Roman emperor half-pushed and half-pushed showed their true colors in this big battle.

The Slavs of the Northlands fought bravely and were killed in countless battles, and they played the role of mainstay.

The Cumans, who were born as nomads in the east, scattered at the first time and gave up the flank defense of the army.

The Frankish mercenaries were more dedicated, and together with the elite of the duchy under the command of William Marshall, they fought back, and the warriors stubbornly held back the charge of the Seljuk light cavalry.

"If those Cumans dare to come back, then dismiss them immediately!"

"It's a shame, our battle formation is disrupted by such unknown people!"

Although he returned victorious, the face of the prince of England was ugly, and in his opinion his army should be outnumbered, and the greatest victory should be won at the lowest cost!

Ten years later, Richard realized that dream, and his army was almost invincible.

He even achieved an excellent record, facing 7,000 Mamluk cavalry, Richard only led 54 men against him.

The main army of the King of Britain is still far away, and he can only outnumber the enemy, and fight more with less, but he creates a miracle.

Any commander in the face of Saladin, the powerful man of the Middle East, will be at a loss and will be afraid, especially when the number of troops is far from enough.

But Richard feared life and death, and his fifty-four cavalrymen were convinced that their king would lead them to victory.

In that battle, the Egyptian cavalry besieged Richard's formation several times, and even the king of Britain's mount was killed twice, and the battle was still deadlocked.

Saladin was desperate, the man of the Anjou family was even more difficult to fight than his uncle Baldwin, and the heavens favored the family to make them heroic.

Perhaps because of his sympathy, Saladin chose to retreat, and he gave Richard a horse and left.

The King of Heaven! Saladin praised it.

"If it weren't for the mercenaries sent by the Roman Emperor, we might have failed, or we wouldn't have been defeated."

Richard sat wearily on the grass, and he stuck his saber into the ground, the bright silver sword with red blood flowing from it, and all his enemies were killed by the sharp edge of the thing.

"Your Highness, it's too dangerous, you are the supreme commander of the whole army, your safety is related to the success or failure of our cause, next time, please let your subordinates charge the battle on your behalf!"

The most loyal knight of the House of Anjou rebuked the prince at the first moment, and his only duty to him was to bring the prince back to his father in a good way, and everything else, or the prince's career and dreams, had nothing to do with him.

This is the commitment and responsibility of the knights!

"No!"

"William, don't you understand?"

"I am the commander of these tens of thousands, a fearless pilgrim to the Holy Land."

"Look here, there is a heart as strong as a lion, I will never die in this obscure place, especially when I have not yet made a contribution!"

The Prince of England pressed his right hand on his chest, his tone was unmistakable, his eyes were intense, and the flickering light in it made the knightly flower of England tremble.

He has the potential to be a king!

As long as he's not dead!

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Not far away, the Imperial fleet was watching the battle, and it was their duty to escort the army and, by the way, to transport supplies.

The most important thing is to send troops to bring them back safe and sound when the expeditionary military cause is likely to die.

Now Emperor Alexios, who has put down his binoculars on the flagship of the Imperial Navy, Constantine, is sighing with emotion.

At the moment when Richard rushed into battle, the Imperial Supreme couldn't help but admire: "The victory or defeat has been decided!" ”

"Richard of Anjou is worthy of the Chosen One of Britain!"

"We don't have any need to go ashore to help!"

In the eyes of the Imperial Supreme, the heavy cavalry of the Duchy led by the Prince of England was in the midst of the Seljuk army, and the warriors under his command were invincible.

Each swing of the sword in the prince's hand was like thunder, and his enemies wailed in agony, and then fell off their horses and died.

"Congratulations to our allies!"

"Congratulations to the valiant Prince of England!"

Alexios had no scruples about enjoying the victory that belonged to others, and this was even more of a victory for him.

Every blow Richard struck at the Seljuks and Saracens was a blessing to the Roman Empire, so the emperor pleased, and therefore the empire pleased.

The generals on the ship also raised their glasses in congratulations, and everyone smiled.

If Richard had unfortunately lost the first battle at the hands of the Seljuks, then they, as allies, would have to lend a hand, and it would be heart-wrenching for the generals to lose every Imperial soldier.

But now there is no need to worry, the expeditionary force will enter the territory smoothly, and in a few days it will be able to advance to the core of the Armenians, but by that time the main force of the Seljuks will probably appear.

After failing to attack the empire the previous year, the Roma army moved south to conquer the territory of the Armenians, who wreaked havoc on the lands of the exiled regime, killing the old and the weak and plundering their property.

The Sultan's prestige was not shaken in any way by the defeat of the empire, as he was made up for by the Armenians.

All Roma soldiers returned with a full load, and their losses were compensated for by this regime in exile.

"Women have been ravaged, old and weak children have been slaughtered...... Archduke Ruben described his plight in his letter asking for help, desperately hoping for the Imperial Supreme to lend a helping hand.

"We must not abandon our allies, that would greatly damage our reputation among the nations!"

"Everyone must be made aware that the Empire will not give up any of its allies!"

Alexios was very resolute in his words, and the emperor's decision was unanimously supported by all the generals, and the empire sent troops to Armenia with him.

The emperor who put down the cup actually had a hidden worry, and the secretary general, Bertak, had just sent news from the south, and Saladin, the lord of Egypt, had moved.

As a rare male lord among the pagans, Saladin was not ignorant of Western anecdotes.

When the strange march in the Eastern Empire arrived, Saladin immediately arranged for his younger brother Safatdin to command an army of 30,000 troops to be stationed in Aleppo to intercept Richard's army, which might be heading south by land.

"The king of Jerusalem didn't react at all?" At that time, the emperor asked in a slightly surprised tone.

"Yes, Your Majesty Baldwin doesn't have any news from there!" Betak replied respectfully.

"He's either really sick or mad at me."

"Instead of choosing Baldwin Jr., or Isabella whom he sent as his heir, I brought his distant nephew over."

"Hehe, our King of Jerusalem is considering whether or not to side with the Empire."

Calmly analyzing the thoughts of the two southern lords, Alexios easily judged the current entanglement in King Baldwin's heart, and he was considering whether to accept Richard.

"I don't have to choose Your Majesty Baldwin!" What the Emperor needed was someone who could withstand Saladin's attacks and delay the time until the moment when the Empire annexed Rûm.

Now the Imperial Supreme needs a strong hero to lead Jerusalem, whether it's Baldwin or Barrian, they're either at the end of the day or not qualified.

Then let Richard give it a try!

"An orthodox heir, a true king, King Baldwin must be very happy now!"

The Emperor laughed, his decision could not be changed, not even by the famous Leper King.

Anyone must accept what the emperor wants!