The night was particularly sad as the fire lit up in the Turkic camp, and the alien soldiers resented the incompetent Muwiyah, chewing on the unpalatable horse meat in their mouths and biting down on the food in pain.

During the two days of fighting, the hussars no longer fought with the Roma hussars, who played with the Turks in the already familiar terrain of the mountainous region.

Muwiyah was not a sophisticated general, neither the fortitude of Sultan Arslan nor the battle-hardened tenacity of his father, and by the time he found out that the war was not going well, the camp was left to kill horses for food.

Tears of remorse filled Mu Weiye's cheeks, and he did not dare to let the soldiers see them, otherwise the already low morale would collapse even more quickly.

……

At the top of the hill, Andrew and his comrades watched the Turks at the foot of the mountain, and from time to time they divided into small groups to descend the mountain to attack the Roma soldiers, who were exhausted by the elusive Imperial cavalry.

"It's a pity!" Andrew sighed softly.

Pias looked at this commander with some surprise, his outstanding performance far surpassed his colleagues, whether it was a strong attack or a sneak attack, his superb command art made Mu Weiye, who had never seen a battle formation, unable to parry.

Now Andrew is the recognized commander-in-chief of the five winged cavalry squads, which makes the other cavalry officers of course envious, they are all aggressive and comparative, how can they not be jealous!

"Yesterday's tip-off, Arslan's 25,000 main forces are heading here!"

Listening to Andrew's indifferent words, several colleagues sank their faces, and it took several days of hard work to lead the enemy into a desperate situation, but I didn't expect Rohm's main force to come over so quickly!

"Can you go on another day? How about a night raid tonight? We can't let the blood of the robes be shed in vain! Perian roared in pain, a little unwilling.

"Your idea is also a common idea of all of us, but unfortunately, it can't be done!" Jays shook his head, firmly rejecting the suggestion.

"Against the Turks, who are only six thousand, we can hold out a little with our skillful warfare and the advantage of being more familiar with the terrain here than they are.

But when the main army of the Turks of the Sultanate of Rum arrives, we will soon be in the same desperate situation as this Turkic army. ”

Pias said with regret that if he didn't want to annihilate the Turkic army below, it would definitely be false, but the gap in strength and the enemy's rapidly advancing army forced them to leave.

"Our mission is only to delay the Turkic offensive and let them stay here for a little longer, we only have eight hundred men, and we have done our best, Imperial Hussars, you are worthy of this glorious title!"

Andrew did not shy away from talking about the purpose of this battle, and the knights behind him were in a commotion, but the strict discipline made them quickly quiet down, and several cavalry commanders also understood what he meant, which was also said to them.

Andrew's meaning is clear, they are going to retreat, yes, as the scale of the war increases, this is no longer a battlefield that they can meddle in.

"We meet them in Bursa!"

"There is no need to be anxious, sooner or later, the sword of the Empire will drink the blood of the barbarians until all the enemies fall!"

The turned horse carried the knight, and the galloping wind brought a dazzling red, and the warriors behind quickly followed, like a galloping dragon.

……

When the next morning came, Mu Weiye's eyes were blank, he had made preparations all night yesterday, and he thought of taking advantage of the attack of the winged cavalry to gather and annihilate them, but who would have thought that he had not seen a single figure for the whole night.

Tired and lying at the camp gate, Mu Weiye could not imagine that he was actually looking forward to the enemy's attack!

By noon, the sun was already shining, and Mu Weiye, who had given up, sat in the camp in frustration, reflecting on his own measures, why the enemy had easily seen through his plan? His ambush shouldn't be so easy to spot.

The roar of the earth, the rumbling of horses' hooves, this is the sound of a large number of cavalry marching, Mu Weiye is all too familiar with this, he disregarded the soreness of his body, rushed out of the camp, there was already a lot of people outside, but not cursing and shouting to kill, it was cheering, it was joy.

Mu Weiye, who didn't know why, pushed away the guards who stood in front of him, and everything in front of him made him feel like a dream.

The Sultan's Ghulam guards were marching into the camp, their knights in full armor, their Arabian horses under their crotch, their spears shining with a terrifying light, and they drove in front of him in two columns.

A knight with a mask on his horse came up to him, and behind the mask he removed appeared a familiar face, the Sultan's Guards Commander Skamped, the alien general looking at him with a slightly mocking look that made him very unhappy.

Although he was very contemptuous of the slave-turned-Sultan's guard, he was no longer qualified to continue to show his proud appearance today, and Muweiye knelt down to the man, waiting for the Sultan's arrival.

The knights behind neatly retreated to the sides, and a war horse galloped along the middle road carrying the king of the Turks.

Muwiya had never been so eager to see his monarch, his buried head trembling slightly, and the earth was wet with tears.

A slave crouched on the ground, the Sultan stepped on his back and dismounted, and the nomadic Turks around him were ashamed of each other, and they fell to their knees in salute Arslan.

"Son of Mustafa, I have seen you, what about my general? Get up and talk back, you are my father and my young robe, you don't need to be polite to me! ”

The Sultan's soft words made Mu Weiye unable to help himself, and he kowtowed fiercely: "Sultan, my father is dead!" ”

Arslan was stunned for a moment, he had not seen Mustafa for a few days, and his general had disappeared from this world!

"By Allah, do you know what you are saying?" The Sultan's eyes sharpened, and he looked at Muweiya with some anger.

"The Roman cavalry attacked our camp, and because of my mistake, my father was killed in the Roman sneak attack!" Muweiye wept silently, and he crawled over and kissed the Sultan's feet frantically.

Arslan stopped his dizzy head, he was a little saddened by Mustafa's death, and there were few old people who had followed his father through the most difficult years with him, and they were Rohm's most precious treasures.

"Your mistake has deprived us of a venerable elder who once made us proud, but who has now returned to the arms of Allah!"

Arslan's eyes were full of tears, and the mournful voice caused the surrounding Turkic soldiers to bow their heads and weep, and the Ghulam guards also bowed their heads in silence, and Skamped became curious about the Roman cavalry.

"Mu Weiye, your crime is to lose the boss, but you are Mustafa's bloodline in this world, I will not kill you, but you will be whipped, thirty lashes!"

The two Ghulam guards quickly dragged Muwiya down, and his terrible screams echoed throughout the camp, and Arslan soothed the grief in his heart, this was not the court of Konya where he could remember his departed robes.

The Sultan knew very well what he was going to do, and he had to know what kind of enemy it was that would kill his heavy generals in battle.

When the bloodied Muwiye was dragged close by the Sultan's guards, Arslan's eyes flashed with regret, but he remained silent and just quietly listened to Muweiyeh's account of the battlefield that day.

"You captured the armor of the Roman cavalry?" Arslan looked at Mu Weiye, waiting for his answer.

"Yes, Sultan, the Romans abandoned the bodies of many soldiers who died in battle when they fled that day, and we captured a lot of enemy armor!"

Muwiyya struggled to his feet, he carried the expectations of his father, he could not just fall, he had to regain the trust of the Sultan, or there might be no place for their family in the court.

Skamped was called into the tent, and couldn't help but cover his nose and not smell the smell of blood emanating from Mu Weiye's body, he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress himself and want to kill again, now is not the time!

"Try it, new Romans!"

The Sultan pointed to the silver-winged armor hanging from a stake, and Rumi, one of the most famous craftsmen of the Roma army, handed over the swords of ordinary Turkic soldiers along with the fine Damascus scimitar.

Skamped grabbed two swords, his wrist swirling with a piercing glow, and his skill was unparalleled.

With Skampade's slash, there were two more scars on the armor, and he slowly retreated, and the Sultan was satisfied, nodding at Rumi, and the craftsman stepped forward to check the armor's fineness.

"How?" Arslan asked impatiently.

Rumi shook his head at the Sultan: "The swords of our ordinary soldiers cannot cause damage to the armor of the Romans at all, Sultan, you see, there is only a shallow white mark here.

Only the Damascus scimitar slashed through the place where there was a broken mark, deep into it, breaking through the inner wall of the armor, the wisdom of the Romans is amazing! ”

Arslan's face was already gloomy, and he was quite afraid of the excellent new armor of the Romans, and the war was by no means a simple matter of competing with the number of soldiers on both sides, and the equipment and weapons of the army also determined the winner and loser.

"The Romans are one step ahead of us! Rumi, can this armor be copied? Can we create a blade that can break through this armor? ”

Rumi was looking intently at the beautiful armor, which looked very beautiful.

What's even more incredible is that this armor built by Roman Empire craftsmen still has extraordinary defensive power, and what is even more terrifying is that the enemy has begun to put it into production in batches, how to do it?

Just as Rumi's mind was lost in thought, the Sultan's question interrupted his thoughts, and he looked back at the Sultan's eager gaze and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Sultan, we do our best! However, the gap between Roma and Roman craftsmanship made it difficult to replicate the perfect finished product of this armor in a short period of time. ”

Arslan's gaze darkened, and he once again felt powerless at the strength of the Romans.

Muwiyer's words revealed that the Roman cavalry had at least 500 men, which meant that the enemy began to make this kind of fine armor in batches, while his country still used outdated weapons.

Saladin holds the secret of the scimitar of Damascus, whether he can buy some weapons from him, wealth is never the pursuit of Arslan, and having seen the majesty of Constantinople, his vision is no longer limited to Anatolia.