"Turn back, don't run away, and fight the enemy to the end!" Kobha turned his head and roared again at the crumbling front and the countless wandering soldiers, staring at the red silk in his eyes.

Then the prince of Mosul personally mounted his horse and galloped to the front line, and together with many loyal slaves, he slashed and slashed the fleeing rebels, and reprimanded everyone to move forward bravely and fight to the death. Under the fierce prince personally supervising the battle, tens of thousands of Mosul soldiers could only grit their teeth, regroup, and continue to line up on both lines.

"The enemy's military rations have all been burned by our surprise attack, and the Red Hand Brigade has all raised their spears and rushed forward!" When he saw the front, just a little gap, the Turkic battle line was cut open by Baldwin's foot knights, Merlot seized the opportunity and waved his baton loudly: the drum beat violently, and all the infantry of the Red Hand Brigade straightened their straight spears in their hands at a slight angle, roared and ran, and entered the decisive stage of the decisive duel with the posture of a new force.

Wherever the spear blade went, the Mosul front, which had just been about to gain a foothold, was stabbed to pieces, the gap was torn even wider, and along with the Red Hand infantry who bravely raised their spears to stab the flat push, many Baldwin's heavily armored foot knight sergeants also burned their last strength and fought together. Under the terrible summer sun, the lives of countless Turkic soldiers who stood in the way of the spear forest charge fell like hail falling from the sky, and the corpses were spread layer by layer on the wilderness facing the Kobha camp.

Soon in front of the stream, Kobha's men and horses could no longer hold back the courage to fight: some Turkic soldiers fled to the other side with horses and splashes, but many more were stuck on the bank, unable to advance or retreat, and were subjected to the terrible unilateral massacre of the pilgrims who surrounded them, and the corpses fell into the stream, and the water was suddenly red, but Baldwin's men did not mind, they took off their helmets, jumped into the polluted stream, and frantically picked up the blood-red water with their helmets and drank it. Then he wiped his mouth, raised his sword, and ran after Kobuha's defeated soldiers.

In front of St. Paul's Gate, Ademar also shouted excitedly, and the holy spear in his hand was raised higher and more conspicuously, and the five phalanxes of Christian soldiers, under the orders of their respective leaders, carried out a decisive attack on the camp of Kobha: a great multitude of nobles and knights, some on horseback, some on mules, and some on camels, like Lord Hartmann, rode on a little donkey with a thunderous head, and it roared with a loud roar, and slashed and slashed with its master with a cavalry axe. Many of the Turkic soldiers, seeing the golden spears in the opposing formation, knew that this must be a special sacred and secret heavenly weapon, and they were immediately frightened, and no longer ignored the shouts of the princes, emirs, or beys, abandoned the battle line, and began to flee for their lives along all the paths they could find.

In the midst of the fire and screams, Kobuha's eyes began to become bloodshot and his mind began to dizzy, "Budakis, Budakis!" The prince looked around, but in front of him was an avalanche of defeated troops, and behind him was a large camp that collapsed like a withering and decaying army, and he hoped to find his beloved, but beside him were only the most loyal thousands of foot soldiers, all of whom had followed Kobha's long campaign, and that Budakis had long since disappeared, and most of them had fled in the crowd.

"Alright, let's turn the tide of battle!" Kobuha still did not lose confidence, he still had the most elite forces, and Karaghdi also rushed back with many cavalry, and joined the prince's guild, "Good comrade-in-arms Karaghdi, with your courage and mine, turn around and rush again, and rush again." If I failed, it was not me, but the cowards like Ridwan and Dukak, who had insulted the honor of the Oghuz warriors, and I had never been defeated by the enemy, but at the hands of my own people. With that, both Kobuha and Karaghdi drew their swords, and the two banners behind them were waving, "Jihad, be proud to be a martyr in the city of Allah!" "The last warriors of Mosul formed a phalanx and fearlessly counterattacked the pilgrims, who had already occupied the absolute advantage of the battlefield.

The shrill sound of the horn interrupted Kobha's thoughts: on the hillside on the north side of his procession, there were suddenly countless majestic men and horses, banners and weapons standing in the clouds and the sun, and the most current one was a general on a silver war horse, and behind him were cavalrymen like clouds, and in their ranks stood three striking battle flags, one embroidered with the portrait of St. Mikhail with a dragon, one with a shield in hand, and the other with a bow and arrow. It's like an army of gods descending from the sky, which is terrifying.

But in fact, it was caused by Gawain and Raymond's horses, after breaking through Daphne's camp, and then detouring back to the northern flank of Kobha. Far away, the pilgrims, who were continuing their attack with their spears, shouted with tears of joy and tears in their eyes as Gawain troops, and many of the monks even shouted, "It is the army of St. George, made up of 100,000 angels, and the hand of God will be stained with the blood of filthy unbelievers today!" ”

The last of the courage of Kobha's troops was shattered: the cavalry of Gawain and Raymond rushed down, breaking his phalanx into several pieces, and the armies of Baldwin, Branas, and Gregor on the northern front and Godfrey, Bohemond, Robert, and Hugh on the southwestern front fought for it, but Kobha and Karagdi abandoned their troops and fled to the large camp that was about to fall.

In the big tent, the prostitutes who were still there hugged each other and wailed when they saw the curtain lifted and the untidy and terrible-looking prince rushed in.

"My hourglass, my hourglass." Kobuha was in a trance, and he muttered to himself that he was looking for something, and then he saw the hourglass bottle on the ground, and the sand never fell again, "So that's it, so it's like this, no wonder I failed, no wonder." Kobha laughed wryly, and now the sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing outside was getting closer and closer.

The hourglass bottle lay there quietly, black ribbons wrapped around its ends, as if wearing two black borders in Kobuha's eyes, and after the two ends of the hourglass bottle, it seemed to transform into the eyes of a wise old man who was not shocked, staring at himself, with regret, but also with mockery, as if to say, "You, you are still too young"

Kobha looked up in mourning, and the Karaghdi general and several slaves next to him rushed to pull him and push him onto his horse, "Soon the group of pilgrims will attack here." ”

Before leaving, Karaghdi pointed to the prostitute with a full tent and asked His Royal Highness what to do with it, and the empty-eyed Kobuha said, "Pay the sword but not the cute boy"

So when the prince rode away, a group of slaves who had been left behind raised their butcher's knives in the face of the trembling prostitutes, and soon screams broke out in the tent. (To be continued.) )