The Imperial pikemen also took a back seat, and it was safe here.

Looking at the Seljuk cavalry in front of them, who were still fighting with the sword and shield soldiers of the Imperial Army, everyone felt a sense of happiness for the rest of their lives.

The pikemen of the Imperial Army, which faced the first column of the Roma cavalry, were completely wiped out, and most of them were killed in battle.

Grateful for the bravery of the robes, the soldiers who were still alive couldn't help but burst into tears.

"This is the battlefield, we don't have time to feel sorry for our comrades, they died a heroic death, and they didn't insult the prestige of the Imperial Army!"

"Hurry up and get some rest!"

"Wipe down your spears and get ready for the next round of battle!"

The Imperial Army officers shuttling back and forth boosted morale in the crowd, and these Imperial Army recruits were still too tender.

Shishman oversaw the battle behind the sword and shield men, and the battle here became fierce.

"Shield up!"

"The sword stabs hard!"

"Kill the Seljuks with a river of blood!"

"We are the defenders of Thessaloniki!"

"The Immortal Fourth Legion!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The Imperial Army's sword and shield soldiers stubbornly resisted the heavy cavalry of the Roma Army who wanted to break through the Imperial Army's front, and now everyone is fighting intertwined.

The one who can win is the strongest!

In the chaotic and crowded war group, the Imperial army struggled to maintain the battle line in chaos and struggled.

The cavalry of the Roma army was stopped in the charge of the Imperial pikemen just now.

These samurai, who once dominated the world, have become giants in the mud, unable to extricate themselves.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Imperial officers roared with their soldiers, their swords sharpened, stabbing their horses and cutting off heads.

The Seljuk cavalry was in a dream, and they were full of Imperial soldiers.

Spears, swords, and shields, you can't find your comrades, you can't find enemies, and your front is covered by weapons.

The curved large square shield reflected the dazzling sunlight, and then the whole body was in severe pain, and he said goodbye to the world.

The Seljuks' iron cavalry was trapped in a stalemate, with a lot of dead and wounded.

Every soldier of the Imperial Army has a dream.

Maybe it's insignificant, maybe it's big, Lazar is inexplicably excited, that's what he's been longing for.

Make history, every stab of every soldier of the Imperial Army present is making history.

Perhaps it was the humiliation that had been too long for the Imperial soldiers to vent.

Today, all their pent-up emotions are killing, catharsis.

The Imperial army slaughters the Seljuks, rejoice!

Mulwie, who had been killed from the Roma army, galloped on his horse, and this was the second time he had led the army.

is no longer a chick under his father's wing, but a fierce prairie wolf.

"Kill it!"

The tribesmen of the East often harassed the territory of the Romanes, and they were as unruly as Rome did against the Seljuks.

It is an indisputable fact that they are also the subjects of the Sultan, but they are inferior.

But there is no high or low on the battlefield, only strength and weakness.

These nomads rushed into the line of the Imperial army after crossing the army formation in front of them.

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

"Tom!"

The Imperial swords and shields were exhausted after a long battle, and the brazenness of the tribesmen stepping on the corpses of their allies was even more unexpected.

The crooked front finally broke through a few gaps, and the nomads cheered into it.

"It's our turn!"

Lazar was holding the line for Shishman, and the Imperial soldiers here were resting for a while.

This is a rare opportunity, and it is very expensive, and the soldiers are relieved.

"Pikemen!"

"Pierce the Seljuk's chest, make these enemies fall in pools of blood, and repentance in hell for being enemies of the Empire!"

The pikemen of the Imperial Army, who had strode into the battle, once again plunged into the battlefield, their steps firm, no longer soft, calm and powerful.

"Thorn!"

The stabbing array of spears forced the eastern tribesmen to retreat through the formation, and they were annoyed by their carelessness, but they were helpless.

God doesn't give them a chance to repent!

Khayyam of the Chinese army looked at the Ghulam Guards who were still as calm as water in the distance, and he was also slightly moved.

These Seljuks were more calm than he could have imagined, and thankfully the Fourth Legion of the Imperial Army was resilient and lived up to the reputation of the defenders of Thessaloniki.

The light cavalry of the Second Army intercepted the cavalry outflanked by the Seljuks on both flanks and fought inextricably, and the battle was deadlocked.

Looking at the Varangian guards behind him licking their tongues and their eyes shining, the commander of the Imperial Army smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, at this time, only these warlike and murderous northern barbarian warriors could be so excited.

"Projection Team!"

The Imperial Army officers below were actually slightly puzzled, and it was true that the Imperial Army's trebuchets were a sharp weapon for breaking cities.

But the Seljuks, who were almost entirely cavalry, seemed to be of little use.

It seems useless to deal with high-speed moving cavalry, right?

The position pointed to by the commander of the Imperial Army was the Seljuk Chinese army, where Prince Kehoslu was.

"My lord, adjust the angle of the trebuchet, we can only guarantee that it will shoot into the enemy formation, but we dare not guarantee the effect."

The officers of the projection team of the Imperial Army truthfully reported to the commander-in-chief.

"One shot!"

"Just throw it in front of the Seljuks!"

"Yes, my lordship, I obey your orders."

"Enemy line distance,

One hundred steps,

Two hundred steps,

Three hundred steps,

Four hundred steps ......"

The trebuchet kept adjusting the angle, and the two hundred wrestlers pulled the rope poles, and the boulder slowly lifted.

"Shoot!"

With a terrible roar, a visible boulder grew larger and larger in the trembling eyes of the Seljuks.

"Dodge!"

The guards around the prince screamed, and the panicked crowd fled in all directions.

The boulder fell, and the earth shook with a roar, and the nearby cavalry were all stripped off their horses by the panicked warhorses.

Prince Kaihoslu looked at the stone bullet that had struck him beside him, his eyes slightly cold, and he was angry.

Is this a provocation to me?

The Romans wanted to see the Ghulam of the Rûm court like this?

That's what you want!

"Sultan's fearless warriors!"

"Kill it!"

"Let's go and cut off the heads of the Romans, and Allah will grant us victory!"

"And the Sultan gives you gold, women, and land, and great glory!"

The prince stimulates the wildness of the soldiers only in the most popular language.

The most important thing for these warriors who followed the Sultan was to make a profit.

The Ghulam guards were also measuring the prince's bearing.

The use of soldiers and generals is the best choice, and his martial arts are impeccable.

If he wins today, he will be the next Sultan!

……

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Drawing his sword and jumping off the platform, Khayyam raised his Chinese flag and waved it.

The furious Varangian Guard warriors immediately swung their battle axes and pounced, screaming and shuddering through the sky.

Shishman also saw the northerners who had come out of the rear, and his face suddenly fell.

The Imperial soldiers in front haven't had time to retreat yet!

"Sword and shield soldiers!"

"Tortoiseshell Formation!"

All the Imperial Army's sword and shield soldiers used the ancient tortoiseshell formation to protect their surroundings with small infantry phalanxes, opening up the passage of the battle line.

The Seljuk cavalry, who were in a stalemate and could not extricate themselves, rushed through the Imperial army line and entered the Chinese army.

But soon they watched a scene that they would never forget.

Tens of thousands of berserkers rushed like a tidal wave, and they were only a hundred steps away.

At this time, there is no way back!