"Hey, hey, wake up, Massoud my brother!" Zanji, on the other horse, stretched out his hand and shook Makjanias's shoulder, and the venerable prince of the army suddenly realized that what had happened before was nothing more than a dream. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kukui in the back couldn't help but let out a sneer.

Makjanias shook his head violently, grabbed the reins and shyly put his mount one head ahead of the two to avoid their covert ridicule.

A few days later, the honor guard came to the beautiful and beautiful Ohrid Lake, and everyone rested for a long time, but everyone knew that the roar of the siege artillery on the battlefield of Dulazo not far away was already audible, and the early spring rain continued to fall in the jungle between the mountain peaks, giving off the smell of rotting leaves. On both sides of the avenue, many locals who had come to help in the service were pulling the heavy barrels of their guns with strings of ropes, and Makjanias saw several wounded soldiers lying next to a mule cart, among whom were doctors, but some needed to amputate their injured limbs, and the mortality rate in this way was more than half, and no one was exempt.

A group of Oghuz cavalry archers wearing high felt hats and carrying long and short firearms and ox horn bows, rode across the middle of the avenue, the sound of horses' hooves and the clanging of various weapons converged, and at the end of this group of cavalry archers, two small donkeys dragged the door and a light shrimp whisker cannon with wooden wheels, and tripped on the gravel road, which made the obsessive-compulsive Makjanias feel very uncomfortable, as if it would have to turn over in the next second.

Either way, Makjanias knew that he was already on the battlefield.

Unlike his previous rhapsodies, there is no chivalric romance at all on the battlefield of Durazo.

All the Emperor's military camps were erected on the five hills that surrounded the city of Durazo, and new temporary dirt passages were dug around the Egnandia Avenue, where many soldiers and servants stood in cloaks and cloaks, with shovels and skins, clearing the water from the water, for if it was frozen in the cold, it would inevitably harm traffic and barriers. Smoke from the guns was constantly spewing out of the barracks, and the black cannonballs, like crows, made a whirring wind and flew towards the walls of Durazo, which Macojanias could not see with the naked eye.

A small group of herald guards rode horses, shook exaggerated feathers, and held spears with small flags, shuttling between the terrace camps, shouting all kinds of emperor's orders, and hearing from afar.

In the face of such a scene, Marcianias was unfamiliar, but Barcelisa in the shoulder was very calm, she was used to it, in the cheers and salutes of the large crowd of soldiers by the wooden fence, the shoulder with the royal insignia was carried into the imperial camp of the emperor in the central terrace, and Barcelisa and Baseleus were both on the front line of the battlefield in Durazo at the same time, which brought great encouragement to all the soldiers.

The scene inside the imperial camp was also different from what Marcianias imagined: the messy wooden stakes and utensils were everywhere, and most of the servants in the imperial camp went to the front line to do what they had to do. Gawain was cloaked in a large candle flame, his face was full of beard, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the picture table without looking up, and kept giving orders to the heralds around him:

"Advance north of the city of Durazo, cross the enemy-fortified valley and dense forest, and if you capture the monastery of St. Michael there, you will get a ready-made artillery fortification, and you can bombard the walls of Durazo from the flank without crossing the river."

"At the same time, we are to erect two or three bridges and earthen embankments in the river area where we are targeted, and to set up improvised locks, and to bring in ten to twenty skua longships to seize positions on the opposite bank, to transport stones, ammunition, hay, and timber, and to build a camp deep into the enemy. Once the Monastery of St. Michael is successfully captured, the barracks will be able to echo the convent across the river and correct the cannons in the monastery's fortifications. ”

"You two, go and give orders. Then the northern terrace was advanced, and the task of attacking the monastery of St. Mikhail was given to the Red Hand Brigade, and the task of building the bridge was given to the Gimagis Brigade, and Bramson on the northern front was asked to send a brigade to strengthen it as soon as possible. Finally, the training of the surrendered soldiers of Mosya and Serbia should be in place as soon as possible, and after the immediate capture of the city of Durazo, the two new brigades of Epirus and Moria should be used in the use of the troops......"

Eventually, the Emperor raised his forehead and saw his wife smiling at him, as well as the gray-haired Imperial Ink Officer Agnes, and three heroic young samurai.

The emperor put the candlestick on a four-legged table covered with drawings, sand tables and papers, and then walked over, and Anna hugged each other tightly.

Barcelissa finally came to her senses, broke free, and told the Emperor that the three young men must prioritize their positions in the army.

Gawain took a breath, patted Kukui and Zangi gently, and turned back to point to the map table, "The two battlefields will soon become the focus of the battle. ”

So the two of them immediately leaned in, and Markanias was left hanging on one side, and he muttered about something, but could not interject, so he could only touch the hilt of his sword and lean against the door of the tent. The Emperor and the two soon came to an agreement: Kukwe would serve as a trainee centurion in the shooting corps of the Red Hand Brigade, while Zangi would stay in the royal mounted cavalry regiment brought by Basalisa, and serve as a trainee cavalry commander under the commander General Gotti.

The camp of the mounted cavalry regiment happened to be located on the second platform near the river, and their task was to serve as a reserve to support the two battlefields at any time, which can be said to have been given high expectations by His Majesty the Emperor.

"The enemy is now on the run, and there are only about 12,000 men left, roughly divided into three camps, one in the city, one on the flank of the monastery of St. Michael, and one on the pontoon bridge over the river. In addition, I have already learned of the news from the Hungarian side, so I will try to take a secret diplomatic offensive against the Hungarian troops left behind in the city, and try to get them to surrender their weapons and camps to my camp, so that I can ensure their safe retreat to their homeland. After the emperor finished arranging his duties, he cheered up the two.

When Kukwe and Zangi lifted the curtain and left for their posts, the Emperor saw Makyanias on the side, but the Emperor was obviously not satisfied, and he teased the young man, "You should stay near the Imperial Capital and become a captain of the Hundred ...... first"

"No, I want to serve the Empire on the battlefield as soon as possible, and meet the heroes." The boy's tone was stubborn.

"Is the battlefield here the same as you imagined?" "Everywhere there are flames, stones, shells, wounded and mud, and the entrenchment of the enemy, who claim to avenge the death of the Tuscan puppet pope," the emperor said. It's true that they're demoralized, but they're not weak enough to kill people. ”

"I'm going to put a flag with a horsetail on the ruins of the gap in the walls of Durazo." But Makjanias is still unusually stubborn.