The vanguard of the Provençal soldiers, roaring on the mountainside battle line with Coupasixin, their blades intertwined with each other, making an earth-shattering sound. The Provençal slashed fiercely, one soldier after another jumped up and slashed at each other, just like a modern stacked arhat, while the soldiers in front of Kupasiksin folded into a shield array, calmly resisted, and the shields were crawling with people: Raymond's several subordinates stepped directly on the shoulders of both the enemy and the enemy, uncovered the shields that the Turks protected their heads, drew their swords and slashed indiscriminately, but they were soon shot down one by one by the additional Turkic dismounted cavalry.

The Jinat soldiers and Paulineans who flocked to follow also shot their bows at the top of the hill, but the Turks, who clearly occupied the high ground of the hills, shot faster, more accurately, and more ferociously, and the arrows were as dense as cattle hairs, and they crossed like boiling water and shot down on the heads of the crowd, and many of Gawain and Kabeamia's men were wounded and fell, and they were crowded with Raymond's army, and the formation of the attack could not be used, and it was impossible to attack left and right, which was really ineffective.

If he attacked two or three times, he was seriously damaged, and Raymond's war horse was hit by three arrows in the forehead and died, but after he retreated, his fighting spirit was still blazing, calling for a change of horses, and then organizing the next round of offensive, "This is not feasible Marquis Lordship, let's stop fighting and rest for the time being." Gawain drove his horse and persuaded him.

"Nonsense, nonsense, retreating, yes, it is not possible to reach the Holy Land at all." Raymond didn't give up.

However, Gawain continued to persuade harshly: Rose Ridge is not a core battlefield after all, even if we do not win, as long as we divide the battle situation between the two enemies and make it impossible for them to help each other, we will achieve our goal. If the fortress at the mouth of the river is victorious, our army wins. The enemy here will naturally collapse without a fight, and if the battlefield over there is unfavorable for our army. Even if our army captured Rose Ridge, it would be useless, and there would be no use for anything other than the cost of soldiers.

Under this exhortation. Raymond finally stopped, and he and his subordinate Burns gathered their men and retreated to rest—while Gawain led his cavalry up, and despite the shouts and insults of the Turks on the ridge, he formed a defensive line, and quietly confronted each other with the team of the emir of Kupasuiksin.

At the same time, on the battlefield of the fortress of the estuary, the starting Norman, Armenian turrets. Rows of spears were raised, men and horses neighed, and the huge sound of horses' hooves swept over the surface, almost overpowering the roar of the waves of the Orontes River.

The two thousand Futuis guild soldiers on the opposite side also stretched out their spears in rows on top of each other, and those in front of them buried their shields in the soft sand to prevent the trampling of the cavalry, forming an unusually strong line—the next scene. In Gawain's eyes, it was like an iron fist smashed on an iron ball covered with steel needles, and the blood of men and horses splashed everywhere, and the Norman cavalry flag bearers at the front. Almost all of them crashed into the spear forest, the armor shattered, and the brave death was welcomed. The cavalrymen who followed closely behind followed with swords and battle axes drawn and bravely followed. Hopefully, in the Futois Zealot Spearman Array, a flesh gap will be cut.

But this side of the position. The Antioch Turkic army was too well chosen: it was located between two bridgehead towers, about a few hundred feet wide, and there was almost no danger of being attacked from the flanks. In the end, the "steel needle" broke countless times, the "iron fist" was also drenched in blood, and the Turkic defenders on the towers on both sides also took the opportunity to pour down the stones and poisonous arrows, and after the courage and strength of the onslaught were exhausted, Tantared still could not tear through the enemy's iron-clad defense, and could only choose to retreat in defeat.

Hugh, who was wandering over there, saw this scene, and raised his scepter, and Ardmar shouted encouragement—Stephen and the two Roberts, desperately gathered hundreds of cavalry (they only had these horses), took over the battle of Tancred, and launched a second assault on the Futois spearmen at the bridgehead.

The defenders began to shoot and stab the horses frantically, so the ranks of these lords were quickly defeated - Ademar saw that Stephen and they had signs of passive avoidance of battle, and couldn't help but be furious, and personally put on armor and robes, holding the cross and shouting, and ran towards the front line of arrows and stones. "Do not be afraid of the arrows of your enemies, which will not penetrate your armor under the protection of the Lord, and do not forget that you are warriors on a holy mission, and you are not afraid of any weapon of the infidels." Ademar shouted loudly to cheer everyone up, and then for the little man holding the reliquary, an arrow flying from the tower pierced his neck, and convulsed and fell to Ademar's feet.

However, despite the desperate battle of the pilgrims, the Futuis spearmen repelled the attack and defended the bridgehead tower, but they also suffered heavy casualties, and even the emir of Adsonius, who had always commanded from the tower, felt that the pressure was very heavy if the pilgrims attacked again, so he also sent a flag to the other side of the Orontes River.

The sand on the shore of the bridgehead was covered with corpses and limbs, soaked in blood, steaming hot, and making a terrible swishing sound, and the Futuis spearmen fought hard, but they saw the pilgrims on the opposite side, marked by Baldwin's silver swan banner, all the infantry in strict armor and mighty shields, forming a dense formation, roaring again, and pressing towards them step by step.

At this critical moment, shouts of excitement erupted behind everyone, and the sudden sound of horses' hooves—it was Rosellon and Kazknuz, together with seven hundred elite cavalry, who crossed the huge stone bridge across the river and came to the bridgehead in a grand manner.

"Glorious and invincible Red Hand Brigades, we will also press on!" Over there, Merlot and Birrell waved their arms and battle flags one to the left and one right, and then the Banda detachment held a dense mass of large infantry spears, and shouted the slogan "Purple Princess and the Three Holy Apostles Protection" in unison, and also stepped on the smoke of gunpowder and the corpses of friends and foes, and followed the pace of Baldwin's team, towards the narrow battlefield at the bridgehead, and the arrows from the towers continued to shoot from their heads and spear tips, making a sharp whistling sound.

At the same time, Hugh and hundreds of elite cavalry gathered on the bank about a thousand feet away from the bridgehead, where Vallo, a French palace counselor, rode his horse and bravely traveled back and forth in the rushing river, "Your Excellency Hugh, here is Asase who can pass through!" ”

Hugh bowed, then drew his sword, Cape's cape-style shawl swayed in the wind, "Warriors of the Lord, we must make a breakthrough on the front and on the side, and the brave here follow my banner!" ”

"Glory to the great Paris!" The knights of the royal family shouted such banners, followed the king's horses, and scrambled to leap into the Orontes River, many of them only showing half of their bodies, and the horses could only show the top of their heads, but they still carried heavy armor and bravely waded into the water. (To be continued.) )