In front of the Turkic army, a large number of siege equipment was already in place.

Roma soldiers with small round shields are dense and massive, and they will advance in a crowd around the siege tower.

During these ten days, the Sultan of Arslan did not do nothing, and he was equally well prepared to face the rejuvenated Imperial Army.

The Sultanate of Rûm also had a large number of Greek craftsmen, whose former subjects of the empire fled to eastern Anatolia to escape heavy taxes.

Now they were the subjects of the pagan monarchs, in the service of the Turks, at the mercy of Arslan.

Even if you slaughter your own compatriots, you have no regrets!

However, the emperor actually has nothing to complain about the choices of these people.

The empire's harsh tax policy crushed the people's confidence in life.

Otherwise, how could anyone be willing to become a slave of the barbarians!

The Seljuks did not mistreat the Greeks, and the Turkic monarchs did not add any other labor than a poll tax, but they were required to serve in wartime.

It's ridiculous, the empire is not as popular as the barbarians!

The Imperial Supreme looked down and also sighed a lot.

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"Brothers!

Brothers!

Today is a God-given opportunity,

Let's kill it,

Let the Romans shed rivers of blood, and leave no armor behind,

Allahu Akbar! ”

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"Allahu Akbar!"

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"Allahu Akbar!"

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The pagan imams inspired the army in front of the battle, and countless Turkic soldiers uttered earth-shattering shouts that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army at the head of the city were all shaken by this.

The Turks have attacked the city!

Pushed by the Roma soldiers, the siege towers slowly approached.

Inside each tower were twenty Turkic warriors, armed with scimitars, who prayed to Allah for victory.

The Roma soldiers carrying the ladder below were already meeting the arrows fired by the Imperial Army, overwhelming the sky and seeing no end.

The Turks, who had only a small round shield, faced a dense rain of arrows, and they suffered a lot of casualties.

The finest arrows crafted by the Empire's craftsmen pierced through the rudimentary leather armor of the Turks, and the bloody arrows broke through the soft flesh and exposed the body.

Hundreds of soldiers were killed in an instant, and the Turks fell to the ground from arrows, wailing as they lived.

Arslan's gaze was grim, and he was not moved at all, a scene he was already familiar with.

No sacrifice is no gain!

The ladder was taken to the top of the city, and the Roma soldiers began to climb, and each of them was a warrior, who was not afraid and took the lead.

These men were all carefully selected warriors by the Sultan, who were brave and fierce, and had excellent fighting skills.

With scimitars in their mouths, the dead climbed quickly, skimming with agility.

Some of these people fell, some fell to their deaths, but they did not retreat.

In an instant, the head of the city is in sight!

The bloodthirsty Turkic warriors roared, venting their fears and allowing the Imperial Army to see their hideous faces.

Eighty percent of the Imperial soldiers of the First Legion were recruits from the Greek region, and their hearts trembled and they broke out in a cold sweat.

The Turkic dead soldiers below glared at them, their eyes cruel, and they were rapidly approaching, and a bloody battle was coming!

When they arrived, the Turks sneered and wanted to harvest the lives of the Greeks.

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"Poke it down!"

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"Poke it down!"

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"Don't stand still!"

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"Wield your swords and kill every enemy who dares to enter the city!"

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Edmund supervised the battle behind the Imperial soldiers, and he gently slapped some of the cowering soldiers on the back with his great axe.

It is both a warning and an encouragement.

"Soldiers of the Imperial Army, look!"

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"The Supreme of the Empire is watching you, no need to be cowardly, do not retreat, we are here to face the infidels!"

"God bless us, victory belongs to the Empire!"

The soldiers who were inspired by it were all ashamed, stabbed with their guns, and fought hard.

The two sides are intertwined and fighting, regardless of victory or defeat, time passes, and the battle is stalemate.

Prince Kehoslu, the valiant son of the Sultan, his eyes are burning and his eyes are excited, and this is a great opportunity for him to make a difference, and he should not miss it.

Arslan had nine sons, he did not favor anyone, the power was evenly distributed, and the sons attacked each other, eager to seize the throne.

The prince knew very well that this was the right time for the Roman Emperor to be in the city, to kill him, or to capture him, and to achieve a feat that was not inferior to that of Eleb Elslan, and that he would be favored by the Sultan.

"Father, let me go!"

Arslan was stunned, he knew very well what his son was thinking, but the soldiers were in danger, even Wang Ziye could die on the battlefield at any time.

Looking at this son, he was silent for a long time, even if the family affection is weak in the royal family, it is also his son!

"Don't go!" The Sultan finally shook his head and rejected him.

"I'll go!" The Sultan's chief of guard, Skamped, stepped forward, his sword eager to drink blood.

Arslan didn't refuse this time, he nodded lightly, this man is a rare warrior of Roma, he can go!

The three hundred Ghulam Guards were selected, all of whom were Skamped's comrades-in-arms for many years, and they were trustworthy!

A nearby siege tower was facing the tower, and the Turkic warriors on it had already been killed.

"Let's go up!"

Skampid called out to his men, who were ready to fight.

The battle was engaged, and the Imperial soldiers of the First Legion were killed by Skampid, and even when the Ghulam Guards came to earth, they were the best warriors in the world.

Bloodied, the Imperial warriors were unable to resist the brutal tactics of the Ghulam's guards, and they slaughtered the Imperial soldiers in the castle tower like demons.

"Whew!"

Skamped slightly, the sword in his hand was stained with blood, and with a sword up, the Imperial Eagle Banner fell.

The broken flagpole stood alone, and there were no Imperial soldiers left on the tower.

"God is above! This man deserves a fight! ”

Edmund's Viking soul was burning, and he was going to meet this formidable enemy, and it would be great if he could take his head down.

Passing over several areas where there was fighting, Edmund scurried towards the fallen towers.

Emperor Alexios had seen the battle there for a long time, and when the Imperial Eagle Banner fell, he could hardly resist ordering the archers standing by in the city to aim at the tower and cover it with a rain of arrows.

But when Edmund rushed away, the Emperor had to suspend the order to attack.

The commander of the Roma Guard, who flew with his two knives, also saw the majestic body of the northerner, and this man should not attract too much attention in the crowd!

The nearby Imperial crossbowmen had noticed the tower opposite, and they turned around and fired arrows, killing Ghulam's guards from the critical blows at close range.

Prince Kaihosru's face turned pale when he saw it, the battle situation was so cruel, and the guards who were as strong as the Sultan were only used as fuel in such a meat grinder, making the fire of war even more vigorous!

"Don't worry! Skamped is much more than you might think, this is a tough samurai! ”

The Sultan deplored the tragic frontline, but he did not hesitate to join the army.