"It won't be you who raises the flag and rushes up the walls, knowing how seriously it will affect the entire legion and the country if you are injured or killed in such a position. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Emperor's tone became stern, but he finally obeyed his wife's advice and agreed to let Makjanias serve as a herald guard in the imperial camp, "Exercise your riding skills and eyesight, and you can also see what the real battlefield looks like." ”

As a young man, he could not afford to wear too large and heavy armor, so he could only wear the tight-fitting uniform of the archery army, covered with light iron nail armor, but his riding skills were still excellent, after all, he had the blood of the Oghuz Turks (although he had already subconsciously transformed himself into a so-called Roman).

There, Kukui and Zangi each saw their father, but without much greeting, they received their armor, flags, and horses, and rushed to their respective combat posts—Kukui went to the Red Hand Brigade Shooting Corps, while Zanji went to the Imperial Mounted Cavalry Regiment of the Omiya Forbidden Army.

Soon after, the two fronts planned by Gawain were operating at the same time, and the camps on the north and northeast sides of Dulazo were silent for about half a month before blazing fire and smoke reappeared.

The Red Hand Brigade laid siege to the Monastery of St. Mikhail, while the Gimagis Brigade began to construct a causeway along the river on its flank that would cut off the river. In short, the purpose of both battlefields was to cross the interception of the Ishmi River, extend the siege artillery and barracks, and directly reach the walls of Dulazo, and launch a face-to-face bombardment and attack.

The steep banks of the earthen embankment and the rapidity of the river were bound to be a very hard work, and in the wind-swaying jungle there were half-kneeling Guimegis shooters on one side and fifteen hundred Sicilian soldiers on the other, a third of whom were fierce pagan janissaries, their brown tents and log barracks striking out.

Today, Marcanias received a new order from Baselius and Baselisa to go to the position of the river and inform General Gregor of the change in his plan: under Agnes' design, twenty modified skua longships entered the Ishmi River, so for the time being, there was no need to brave the enemy's arrows to build a gabion embankment, and let the skua longship seize the "right to control the river" first, so that the construction of the embankment would be twice as effective with half the effort.

The young and handsome herald knight, carrying a small flag with a white horsetail, deftly descended the road of the imperial camp, and before he walked the emperor specially instructed him: "The protruding battalion of the brigade of the river is threatened by the flank of the enemy's bridgehead camp, and a fierce battle may break out at any moment, so if you go at the right time, stay by Gregor's side and see how we fight...... Well, I'll stay in the tent with Barcelissa and the Imperial Ink Officer to study the battle situation, and after you get out of the tent, tell the guards to change the new entrance and exit orders, hmm, because I don't want to be disturbed by idle people for an hour, and I have to concentrate on studying the deployment of the battle array. ”

"Your Majesty!" Prince Makyanias readily agreed, not feeling anything inside.

The platform where the emperor's imperial camp is located, the original natural hill has been flattened, and then the central position alone is used to build a tower-type earthen rampart with stones and earthwork, increasing the height, you can overlook the entire river until the battlefield of Dulazo City, the original flattened surrounding naturally formed a circular passage, the edge of the passage is full of wooden fences that are stabbed out of the back, and every other section there are soldiers of the forbidden army holding halberds and flags as sentry posts, and constantly saluting Prince Makyanias galloping by.

In the eyes of the prince, the castle of Durazzo was covered by heavy gunsmoke, but it still did not collapse, worthy of the strongest fortress and military port standing on the Adriatic Sea in the Middle Ages, which is the most fundamental reason why Gawain had to take it back, it is the gateway of the empire on this sea, with which ships can easily invade Italy and Canada, and without it, the enemy can easily step up to the Egnumdia Road, sweeping and destroying the entire Epirus, Macedonia and Thessaly.

The large and small artillery barracks along the road were constantly shelling the opposite bank, and the artillery on the side of the road, under the cover of the barricades, fired at the enemy bridgehead camp on the south side, and the prince's horse was trained and not afraid of the sound of guns, and soon reached the barracks of the Gimagis Brigade on the riverside.

When General Gregor understood what the Emperor meant, he took the young Makjanias out of the tent and pointed in the direction of the monastery of St. Mikhail, where the battle between the Red Hand Brigade and the Hungarians was fierce, and the enemy, who felt hopeless, broke out as if he were in a beastly spirit, and I am ready to reinforce a detachment of spearmen and three hundred marksmen, and two brigade guns. On that side in the wilderness the enemy seems to be about to carry out a massive counterattack, to seize our terraces and break the blockade, for they perceive that His Majesty the Emperor is increasing his offensive on the right flank, and that the left flank must be lacking in strength, and that the brigade promised by General Bramson on the northern front has not yet arrived, and the enemy will seize this opportunity first. ”

"Of course no problem!" Makjanias bravely agreed.

Gregor then sent twelve cavalry to the prince to guard him, but Markanias waited for the five horsemen to gather and galloped towards the monastery of St. Mikhail with reinforcements.

As he walked out of the camp of the Gimagis Brigade, the archers on the bank of the river were firing their guns in unison towards the opposite bank, and the rows of men wearing umbrella feathered pot helmets were lying behind the wool shield grille, raising the guns towards the sky, so that the rain of lead pellets could fall in an arc into the fortifications on the opposite bank, inflicting damage on the enemy.

On the other side of the river, many of the enemy soldiers were running around in the white smoke, and many of them were also lined up to shoot back with firearms (Venice and Sicily were equipped with firearms), and the water splashed by the projectiles as if rain had fallen on the river......

When he reached the bend of the Ishmi River from south to east, Makjanias saw that many mounted cavalrymen were not on horseback, but were stepping on the mud of the river bank with their private soldiers, and set up small pontoon bridges, "so that the Monastery of St. Mikhail could be reinforced at any time." ”

I saw that the battle over there had reached a critical point of white-hot heat.

In the crowd of people building the bridge, Makjanias met Zangi.

"Hey, Massoud!" Zangi, who was carrying the wood with others, shouted.

"It's Makyanias, Makyanias!" The prince took hold of the reins, spoke to him in a somewhat complaining tone, and then, very discreetly, fell into his saddle, and swam to the other side.

"Massoud, you have too few followers, and the other side is very dangerous." But Zangi saw that the prince did not look back, but was wet, but still holding the horsetail flag straight, and rode directly towards his destination.