The guide and scout trembled and knelt in front of the great patron, and Gawain pointed to the river in front of him, and said, "Little Antioch Fort has arrived, please blow your horn and enter, and have a good time." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So the crowd was half dead of fright, and they only cared about prostrating and raising their hands to beg.

"It's also a matter of the map...... next to Gawain, with Gregor and Pragit pleading separately.

"I'll go to the cartographer to settle the score, but will the guide just follow the map? Damn, this nameless river, should be a tributary of the Salarika River or the Great Salt Lake of Cappadocia. Gawain finished throwing the floor paper under the horse's hooves, "What's the use of this, a ball of waste paper and scum." ”

Several scouts with horses arrived at the river, observed the direction of the current, and shouted, "It is south-facing, it must be a branch of the Salarika River." ”

"You're not entirely right, because if it were to Cappadocia, it might have gone this way." Gawain, who was cloaked in black, said disapprovingly, "Maybe we will never be able to walk along this river, so we will cross the whole army and send scouts to search!" The fog should have cleared by noon. ”

Drums and trumpets sounded, and in the mist, the whole brigade and the Red Hand cavalry were divided into several groups and waded on foot from different directions, and the speed of the soldiers showed that they were highly trained, and after about an hour they crossed the river.

Gawain was the same, riding a black Sabina, and when he came to the soldiers who were regrouping and ready to advance, he waved his hand—about a dozen general-purpose cavalrymen with spears or quivers on their backs, separated from the front and back, forming a fan-shaped wide formation, and running forward—they were naturally the spearhead cavalry who were responsible for reconnaissance and the search for their targets. They were followed by the same number of light soldiers, who stared at the point where the horse's tail swayed in front of them, each holding a small shield and carrying three pikes on his back, and the cat's waist along the long grass and bushes.

About half a mile on, the well-masked Magyars in the front saw a dark cliff in front of him, and he whistled, stretched out his arms, and several horsemen to his right and left also broke their hands, grabbed the bow and took off the string on horseback—there seemed to be a fire on the cliff on that side, and there seemed to be a fire, and there were dense footsteps and faint trumpets.

The foot soldiers behind the cavalry, pulling a few hounds with their belts, began to bark wildly!

In the thick fog, several riders dressed in felt clothes and animal skins galloped out face to face, among which the selected one was carrying a yellow drum, which was very eye-catching, and more than ten cavalrymen on both sides were not ready to be prepared, and they encountered within a distance of only twenty or thirty feet in visibility.

"Hardy!" When he saw the momentary hesitation and dazed expression of the man carrying the drum, he let go directly, and shot the heavy horse arrow on the string like a meteor, hitting the opponent's shoulder socket, and even the hanging strap of the drum was broken, rolling to the ground on the horse's back.

The shouts of the battle exploded, and Gao Wenfang's scouts turned back to gallop back to their horses, constantly pulling their bows and shooting arrows backwards, and more and more cavalry poured out of the dense fog, some were dressed before, and some were wearing round caps and helmets and scarlet robes, it was obvious that they were all Komnens' imperial light cavalry, and the horse arrows were also whistling out, but most of them fell behind the general cavalry, and the two sides advanced and retreated, keeping each other in the fog with arrows at a distance.

Soon the alarm horn sounded along the whole mist-shrouded river plain and valley, first in one or two places, and soon everywhere: Gawain's scouts were horrified to see that the black "cliffs" they had seen before were now burning like a burning stream, full of black oppressed infantry and cavalry, and then fierce arrows flew far away, with a sharp and terrifying whistling sound, "It is the White Mountain Bow of the Cretans!" The scout cavalry was immediately shot through two, and the rest did not dare to fight, so they hurriedly stepped on the horse's hooves and hurried back in the direction of their own array.

"Take a prisoner." When the leading Magyars shouted this when they crossed the infantry lurking in the long grass, three or four of the sharpmen of the Red Hand Brigade nodded, and they took the hounds in their arms, held the oak seedlings and javelins, and crouched in front and rear.

When the unfortunate Imperial Tekopo cavalry came after him, the veteran at the front suddenly jumped up, holding a modified hook in his hand—a large iron fork, to be exact, and with a slight turn in his hand, he crossed the horseman's shoulders diagonally, and the horseman was knocked off his horse crookedly, and two of his companions rushed to the rescue, only to suddenly splatter sparks from the grass, and two red-handed spears with iron spears stood up: the sparks burst out of their spearheads. Because under the spearhead is a fast-lit Khitan fire paper tube.

"Bang bang!" Two loud explosions and smoke erupted, and two flames shot out from the spearheads of the two spearmen, and the two Tekopo cavalrymen who came to save their companions were instantly shot red in the face, screaming and falling from their horses, and then being stabbed to death by the spearmen who leaped to grab them.

The rest of the Emperor's cavalry was frightened by the other party's spear, which could make loud noises and fireworks, and hurriedly turned around and ran in the direction of their own team.

"There's a sharp battle ahead? And looking at his skills, he is definitely Gawain's main force. In the Emperor's army, which was rapidly arranged, Brenus heard the scout's report and spoke to Alexios beside him.

"Where are we now?" The Emperor took out his own blueprints, "According to the above and the guide's words, it's time to go to Little Antioch?" Then he looked around, and then at his subordinates, and cursed twice in the same embarrassment and exasperation, and threw the floor plan under the horse's hooves. It seems that the other party is also coming for little Antioch, and wants to cut off my subordinates with his backhand - hahahaha, it really looks like the behavior of this barbarian. The Emperor suddenly laughed after throwing the blueprints, and then he said, "It's not a lot of fun to fight a barbarian like Gawain. The whole army, convey my orders, and line up to resist the battle—one head, one tail, two wings, and three claws! ”

The Emperor in the fog discharged a cautious formation: at one end of the so-called one was eight teams of heavy shield-wielding spearmen of one hundred and fifty men each, staggered in formation, each with three hundred Cretan arrows in the middle, spread along the front of the position; At the end of the day, the emperor's imperial camp was stationed in the area two thousand feet behind, with the most elite Praetorian Guards and four hundred Plonian cavalry as reserves, and the two wings were all light cavalry and lightly armed archers recruited by the emperor from the steppes and plateaus, with the left wing facing right and the right wing facing left; However, slightly on either side between the head and tail, the emperor also set up three ambushes of three hundred men each, a hundred Varangian axe-wielding warriors, a hundred Anatolian light spearmen, and an equal number of Macedonian swordsmen, hidden behind the baggage wagons: in the event that the enemy broke through the front position, he would rise up and intercept them. (To be continued.) )