"Yes, Grand Duke!" Bramson did not dare to catch his breath, hurriedly put on his chain turban, turned on his horse, inserted his light crossbow into the saddle bag, and inserted the Swabian two-handed sword into the scabbard of the shoulder strap, and held the riding spear with the crimson flame tongue flag in his glove and raised it high.

Taking this as a signal, twenty-nine cavalry horseshoes "Gedagda" moved, including fourteen general-purpose cavalry from Cuman and Magyars, six cavalrymen of the Banner Guard, and nine honorary armored cavalrymen armed with spears, forming a loose formation and surrounding the brigade swordsmanship instructor. The clouds gradually became thicker and thicker, squeezing and piling up on the top of the mountains, as if they were slowly merging with the mountains. Over there, Bohemond's thirty horsemen were also selected by the Duke's brother-in-law, William. Commanded by Granmenil, a warlike and brave knight, accompanied by ten Armenian cavalrymen dressed in West Asian scale armor; The thirty horsemen of the Imperial army, led by Theognes himself, were now the deputy chief of the march, carrying a quiver and a shield, carrying the iron flail, and behind him were thirty heavily armored Pronian cavalrymen carrying battle axes and maces.

Ninety elite cavalrymen from various warlike peoples and legions then formed three close queues, and when the horn sounded, Bramson looked at the guards who were close to him, and nodded to each other, they had fought each other in the snow of Salabrea in Constantinople, and then Bramson had the conviction that if he did not succeed in taking the mountain, he would be whipped to death by the Grand Duke, and he did not have the savage and strong body of the giant Goliath.

"Bramson!" Behind him came the shouts of the Grand Duke, who looked back from the saddle. A sharp black speck swept through the air like lightning. Then I felt a violent flutter of wings overhead—the Saker, called "Captain," landed very delicately on the branch of the halberd he held the crimson battle flag. With a smug chirp - and over there, Gawain withdrew his arm and bowed his head at him, meaning to ask the Saker to lead the charge.

"Forward!" Bramson uttered the slogan in Aushoi and Greek, and the men and horses marched forward, their hooves moving rapidly, toward the lying ox-like hill about four hundred feet in front of them.

"One, two, thirty enemies, is it a scout squad of the Turks?" Galloping and jolting on horseback. Diognis's sharp eyes scanned and counted the number of Turkic cavalry standing on the hills, they were lined up and lightly armed, and they did not carry weapons suitable for combat, and they really looked like a simple observation team, "but I don't know if the enemy has a prepared team or an ambush behind the hillside." ”

"Keep up the speed, keep the speed, don't charge recklessly!" The other side. Bramson on horseback still didn't have the banner in his hand, so all the red-handed cavalrymen who had just witnessed the Grand Duke's whipping did not dare to go beyond the order of the swordsmanship instructor and continued to tighten the reins. Not letting the mount become too lively, he also maintained the formation and trot speed, and approached the steppe at the foot of the hill where the Turkic light riders stood.

Over there. The same is true of the thirty cavalry of the Empire, even more cautious. Twenty of them continued to follow the Catcher and Bramson, and the remaining ten deft their horses. Rounded up to the diagonal line, keeping an eye out for possible ambushes at the back of the hill.

The noise and the sound of horses sounded, and a sparse stream of arrows began to sweep over Bramsson's head, and the ten Turkic scouts began to turn their horses, twisting their horses' hooves slightly and pulling their bowstrings, and, having gained a good view, fired at the approaching pilgrim cavalry.

And on the other flank of the front, William. Granmenille suddenly shouted, and the Norman and Armenian cavalry around him threw away their reins, indulged the hooves and gallops of their horses, and covered their narrow irises from their feet to their chests, raised their spears and swords, and accelerated away from Bramson's line, and stabbed diagonally in the direction of the Red Hand cavalry, "Stop! Bramson shouted angrily, but in an instant five or six Norman horsemen, with mockery, beat their horses past him, and in an instant rushed up the hill halfway up, and the "captain" shouted, and flew away from the halberd branch of the battle flag with his paws, and all the red-handed cavalry could only tighten the reins, and stopped their formations in front of them, and circled and adjusted in place, including the impact of Theognes, and also cursed.

In the vast array of the entire rear, Bohemond and Tancred looked at this scene and both smiled smugly.

Under the fluttering Red Hand Qiling Banner, Gao Wen was expressionless.

William and the others quickly rushed up the hill, quickly dodging the flying arrows, and stabbed down two Turkic light horsemen with their spears, and the Normans then swung their swords and drove the remaining cavalry down the hillside.

But before Bramson and Theognes could follow, there was a roar of noise, and William and a few Norman horsemen quickly ran down the hill in disarray: on the other side, about thirty Turkic cavalry rushed up from the back of the hill, slashed and shot several of William's men, and reoccupied the hill.

"Sure enough, there is a backhand!" Bramson and Theognes, realigning the cavalry, "Go, Captain! Bramson shouted the order, then handed the battle flag to one of the flag guards beside him, and with a sharp cry of the falcon, it flapped its wings and flew high along the mountainside, avoiding the bushes and woods, guiding the Red Hand Cavalry and the Imperial Plonian cavalry, and then abruptly stopped flapping his wings and glided flat over the top of the hill - behind the shadow of the birds, dozens of cavalry swarmed up and engaged in a fierce circle-and-fierce struggle with the thirty Turkic cavalry rushing forward.

Bramson drew his crossbow and shot an arrow about thirty feet away from the slave soldiers, but the opponent was also a veteran of the killing array, raised his shield sideways, and the featherless crossbow arrow bounced off the edge of the opponent's bronze shield - then, Bramson quickly drew his sword, and the other party also bowed down on the saddle mountain, trying to avoid the blade that Bramson had chopped, and on the other hand, he wanted to use the speed of the horse to cut Bramson's waist with the blade.

Bramson endured the new wound that had just healed in Alarmanburg, threw the crossbow back into the saddle bag, and then pulled out the two-handed sword on the shoulder strap with both hands, and saw the slave soldier galloping relatively quickly, with the cold arc light of the scimitar in hand, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with a loud shout, and the thick blade stabbed forward! (To be continued.) )