Theognes grabbed the sac, took a few sips, wiped his mouth and beard, and then he saw the soldiers with bows and arrows looking at him—in the blood-soaked puddle, there were several more Turkic soldiers in tattered armor, struggling to cover their wounds, holding on to the trunks of the trees in the water, and standing up, the arrow wounds had not yet been fatal.

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha!" Diognis laughed happily, laughing more fiercely than the other, and then clutched his chest and gasped in pain: Back then, by the lake in front of Constantinetim, he, Gawain, and Erickson were cornered by the Turks, and finally all of them were shot into the water as live targets, and for so long, this nightmare has always haunted and tormented themselves, and now it is finally our turn to take revenge, finally

"Look at what, then string and shoot them all." The former guard, whose eyes were bloodshot from the effects of alcohol and poisoned ginseng, kept shouting orders at the archers who were in front of his horse's head to shoot all the remnants to death, but everyone hesitated - when they fought desperately on the battlefield before, when they cut down the enemy, they would not hesitate to stab the deadly blades, but now looking at this group of desperate guys, they couldn't do it ruthlessly.

"Shoot them, bastards!" Soon, Diognis lost control of his emotions, he waved his horsewhip, constantly whipped the soldiers around him, and then took out his bow and arrow from the saddle, "I'll come myself." ”

"Stop, Diognes." Amid the neighing of the horses, Gawain rode Quicksilver, paced behind him, and said in a deep voice.

"Gawain Gawain. We have finally won, we have finally won! He looked back at his captor. I was so excited that tears and snot flowed down my nose, and I kept glaring at myself. "So now it's our turn to represent the Roman Empire, to wield the power of the victors, who are doomed to be targeted, shot to death in the waters, doomed!" This is what happens to the loser! Diognis kept pointing his right hand in the direction of several remnants and roared.

"Yes, we won, but you don't have to slaughter any more, I'll repeat it. Now that the killing is over, go back to your post, gather the queues, and count the gains and captures. Gawain took the reins and approached Diognis.

"Delusional!" Theognes yelled, and Gawain flicked his horse, knocking his bow and arrows to the ground, "Take the prisoner's wine bag and take him back to the camp for treatment." Gawain saw it clearly. Diognis had a wound in his chest, blood seeping out, apparently cut by the blade of a spear, and his emotions continued to rise. will drive this wound to tear.

The soldiers rushed up and, despite Diognis's shouting, pressed him onto a stretcher. He was carried back to the camp for ambulance.

Gawain was facing the red lake at the moment, squinting at the place where he was still standing. The remnants of the Roma soldiers said to Muzafiadin, who was leading the horse beside him. "Don't you see this, pull Quicksilver's head and walk fifty steps forward."

Muzafiadin turned his head, led his master and the war horse, and galloped forward, "Even if you are willing to forgive, they won't survive, right?" ”

"Well, give them some glory before they die." As he spoke, Gawain gestured to the soldiers who remained there, and then lowered his chin with his fingers.

So the last remnants of the soldiers were pulled ashore, knelt in the direction of the Kaaba, and after a short prayer, all had their heads cut off.

Gawain wandered through the wilderness in front of the valley, full of corpses, and looked up to see that the battle banner of the red-handed cross sword had been erected on the hill, and the drumbeat of victory was carried one after another, and it was carried to the long gorge of Aures, where it zigzagged and led to Konya.

The Sultan's offensive had been crushed, and in the short but fierce battles of the day, 4,500 Roma soldiers had lost their lives, and there were almost no prisoners or survivors, which was his predetermined rule.

His Red Hand Brigade lost more than 300 men, Tetisius's Byzantine Roman army lost more than 500 men, and Tancred's Holy Banner Company lost eleven knights of a hundred battles.

At this time, the flaxen-haired Norman general, with several soldiers who had cleared the battlefield, stepped on the blood-fertile grass and walked towards him.

"Can the books be clearly divided?" Gawain asked, on horseback, a few steps away from Tancrad.

"Three hundred horses have been seized, and the accounts shall be divided evenly, and you, I, and Tetisius shall each have a hundred horses."

"It's much easier to do business with you than your uncle." Then Gawain sent a letter from his own hand, "Now I will read the battle record, of the four thousand five hundred and fifty-six men that the Sultan of Konya was killed, of whom one thousand one hundred and forty wore chains, turbans, and helmets; There are more than 2,500 of them in my Dalian team."

"Don't dream about it, Gawain, without the assault of my Holy Banner Company, you won't have any achievements!" Tanfred flatly refused to read Gawain, "In the annals of history, our race will be the number one hero and warrior in this battle. ”

Gawain raised his hand, threw the letter upside down in the herald's hand, and told him to put it away, "Okay, let's not talk about that, it's time to talk about doing dirty work." ”

"Tell that armed regiment of yours to do it." With that, Tanfred turned and stepped on his horse, and left.

Gawain, whose armor and white robes were stained with the blood of the enemy, did not accept the cheers of the soldiers, and walked into a tent next to the scarlet tent, where several battalion soldiers, under the command of Wright, took off their cloaks, holy armor and helmets, and then undershirts, and then Wright lifted the jar full of lake water, and dragged it with a rope to the beams of the tent, and then the water continued to tumble down the hole that had been poked in advance, "Pancreas." So Wright sent the pancreas from Iberia to the commander of the march in Asia.

After taking a clean bath and changing into casual clothes, Gawain walked into the tent where Anna was, and he was afraid that the form just now would frighten her.

"The Great Barbarian congratulates you on your great victory, can you tell me about this brilliant victory? Or did I personally go and ask Tetisius? Anna was there, biting the barrel of her pen and smiling—Gawain thought she looked so cute.

Before Gawain could answer, the voices of people outside and the sound of sparkling wheels came, Gawain's face changed slightly, and he pulled down the curtain at the door, and then said to the Turkic servants beside him, "Use flags to enclose this place, and take a detour with heavy and light carts and two-wheeled vehicles." ”

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Anna stood up and asked in surprise, and Agnes stood in front of her, blocking Gawain.

"Nothing, there are some horrible sights that neither you nor Agnes can see, listen to me—from this day until tomorrow evening, you two and Starurachos will be in the tent, which is equivalent to confinement, and you are not allowed to go out, let alone move around at will." Gawain said this, and then hurriedly saluted Anna and walked out. (To be continued.) )