Thanks to today's struggle, Tanfred had previously found a Saracen embroiderer from Sicily and tattooed a majestic lion on his scarlet cloak, but now he was robbed of the starting position by the disgraced Gawain cavalry company.

Three companies, about 500 cavalrymen in horse coats and stalls, with spears in two wide columns, galloped down the hillside, followed by several columns of light cavalry, followed not only by the Cumans under Gawain, but also by the light cavalry of Calabria, all carrying Byzantine cavalry axes, axes, maces, and even special iron rods. And in this battle, the tactics arranged by the commander of the march in Asia were different from the previous ones: the heavy cavalry charged in front with all their might, and the light cavalry tiptoed behind to harvest.

The shouts of slaughter shook the earth, and the horse's hooves made the whole valley tremble.

"You are responsible for following the spears and plowing the battlefield thoroughly, where the axes and iron rods are directed, and there is no need for mercy." This was Gawain's clear instruction in advance, and the reason for using these weapons was to "leave no room alive".

What's more, behind all the cavalry were three companies of Italian veterans, and a Lombard infantry team.

The first to collapse were the Roma detachments, which had been tasked with arming the search and elimination of the ambushes, whose cavalry was the first to run, and then the poor infantrymen abandoned their weapons and flags, and ran in all directions, but one by one the neck and back were struck by the light cavalry that was hurrying after them with axes and iron rods, and one after another, like crops cut down in a field, tumbling under the hooves of horses, in pools of blood.

The Romani soldiers who were still on their right flank, fighting with the Byzantine infantry in front of them, turned their heads to look at their right side in a thunderous sound—the feathers fluttering on the heads of countless angry horses came to them, and the spear tips pierced the flesh and blood of their comrades, and then they were crushed and collapsed by the people on the side. The collision was shattered, like the sea water hitting the reef, and everywhere there were "foams" made of blood, and some people were immediately pierced by spears, others were trampled by horses' hooves, and some were crushed by their companions. Pieces fell down in pieces, and the howls were endless.

Gilligi. More than 10,000 people who attacked the valley plains were stabbed with a sword from the "waist" and collapsed in an instant.

"All march!" On the frontal front, Tetisius and Mikhail under the purple royal flag, including Branas, who commanded the right flank, and Theognes on the left flank, almost at the same time, could not contain their excitement and raised their batons and sabers. "Crush and slaughter everyone!"

On two fronts, the Roman army, the Normans, and the Red Hand Brigade formed an iron hoop-like "L" shape, regardless of the foot and cavalry, all of them used spears, swords, and maces to attack wildly against the large number of Roma soldiers trapped in the middle, like two flesh millstones, "creaking" to cut down and kill the recalcitrant Turks.

"The right flank of our army is crushed!"

"The left flank of our army began to rout!"

"The infantry and archers of our army in reserve began to flee down the river valley!"

On the hill. Under the banner of the crimson eagle, Gilligi. Arslan's eyes were bloodshot. Listening to the slave soldiers who supervised the battle, they reported the battle situation in the same miserable tone, their faces were pale, and the hand holding the whip was trembling, watching the smoke and dust billowing on the entire battlefield below, and his elite soldiers were trampled and killed one by one, and the infidels did not cut off their heads at all. There were no prisoners, but swift executions with light horses, tomahawks, and clubs, and the corpses soon lay half the valley, and the bloodied and mentally broken standard-bearers stumbled in the dust and mist stirred up by the horses' hooves. Wandering and wailing until he was cut down by his enemy, Lisso.

"Prepare the horses, prepare the horses! I'm going to rush down and fight the enemy! Gilligi cried out, and he lost his mind, and his eyes began to darken, but the slaves led their horses in reverse, and knelt before him, begging the Sultan to abandon this place and withdraw to safety as soon as possible, lest the whole army and the head of the kingdom be killed here.

At this time, the Vizier ibn on the walls of the New Gate of Nicaea. Mai Meng was also stunned when he saw the battle under the city, and several warriors of the "Vizier" seemed to be asking him for instructions on whether to go out of the city to fight the Red Hand Brigade, but they were blocked by Mai Meng raising his hand, and he clearly saw that behind the wooden fence of the enemy camp facing the new gate, many soldiers were waiting for them, and they were also equipped with stone shooters and archers, aimed at the city gate, and if he commanded the soldiers to rush out, they could only be sniped more fiercely.

"We are blocked, not to mention, the battlefield on the other side of the valley, the victory or defeat has been decided. For all the warriors of Nicaea, it is the right way to go. ”

Then Maimun pursed his lower lips, his white beard fluttering in the wind, and looked sadly at the waters of the lake of Nicaea, without saying a word, and his heart was as dead as ashes.

After an hour of fighting, the crimson eagle banner of Gilici disappeared into the hill as far as the eye could see in the city, and Nicene was filled with mourning: everyone knew that their sultan's army had been defeated, and that it had been annihilated by the infidels of cavalry before everyone's eyes.

As the sun set, several heralds entered Gawain's tent and reported to Anna, who was sitting at the table, "There is no hope for the city of Nicaea. Under the joint command of General Lusail and General Tetisius, under the protection of the Holy Apostle Emperor, the Three Sages, and the Patron, they completely defeated the forces of the Sultan of Konya. ”

"Very good, the resentment of Qiu Yun a few years ago has finally snowed at this moment." Anna replied aloud, and then she took the reed pen and cartridge from the hands of Ander Odat and Agnes, who were standing beside her, and wrote carefully on the scroll of paper, and after a moment she raised her eyebrows and asked one of the heralds, "What are the results?" ”

"The enemy has lost a great number of dead, and from the northern side of the valley to the shores of Lake Nicaea, the two generals are bravely pursuing the remnants of the enemy, pursuing the enemy Sultan, and sweeping away the entire battlefield." The herald bowed down.

Anna nodded, and then happily continued to write on the scroll, "The Romans and their auxiliaries have set up a clever ambush, and have chosen the most favorable time for themselves, and have launched a thunderous assault, even if the Sultan of Konya is so cunning, and there are so many warriors under his command, but in front of Gawain's wrist, they are all in vain, and they are all scattered dust and blood rust, for the Lord Almighty tells us that the wicked are destined to pay the price for their evil deeds."

At this moment, in a bush and puddle by the lake, Diognis was directing the pursuing party, trapping dozens of Roma soldiers who had fled here.

"Shoot the arrows!" The commander shouted, and then the rain of arrows whizzed away, and the Roma soldiers, who had no way to escape, were shot down in one piece, and all the bodies fell into the water, and the blood quickly drifted away, reflecting the setting sun. (To be continued.) )