The heads of the two horses were intertwined, and the arc of the slave's sharp scimitar slipped on Bramson's waist, and grazed like a comet, with a few pieces of severing locks, and then the slave's forehead was pressed against the sword of the swabian two-handed sword that had pierced it, and the reins flew apart, and the helmet cracked into several petals from behind, and the body flew upside down from the saddle. A wisp of blood sprayed on Brahms's cheek, causing his eyes to shrink sharply, and a bloody stench poured into his nose, and the slight scratch on his side and back was exposed to the cold wind, painful and painful.

The two banner guards beside him didn't say a word, and directly wielded a long-handled iron thistle hammer to smash several Turkic cavalrymen who were pulling strings and raising knives into blood spraying, and fell off their horses, "Work harder, break through, and you can see the lineup on the enemy's side!" Bramson saw several Turkic slaves on the top of the hill turn and leave, and loosened his reins, and the standard-bearer beside him clutched the battle flag and followed the other cavalry.

Suddenly, the "captain" spun in the sky, swooped down, and crashed into the bushes in front of Bramson, and in the midst of the flying grass clippings, a Turkic soldier with a bow and arrow, pecked and scratched by this fierce falcon, and jumped out screaming, and in the blink of an eye Theognes came on horseback, and shot an arrow, and the ambushed soldier was shot on the spot, and his feet were raised and swung twice, and he fell to the ground and never moved again.

But in the long grass behind, frightened "vipers", a group of other Turkic soldiers with animal skin cloaks and bare heads, some holding long hooks, some throwing lassoes, and some holding scimitars with arrows on their backs. They rushed out, preemptively after their thirty cavalry had recaptured the hill. Keep up with the ambush waiting for the opportunity to intercept and kill.

A hook stabbed at the galloping Bramson, and Rao was a swordsmanship instructor with good riding skills and mounts in their own right. After running a little sideways for two steps, he avoided it, and the standard-bearer behind followed, and stabbed the battle flag with the halberd branch upside down into the neck of the little soldier, and blood sprayed half of the flag.

At this moment, with the sound of a Turkic curse, another Turk dodged Bramson's slash and slanted towards the right of the horse's head, the hook just touching his horse's neck. The horses screamed suddenly, their hooves slipped wildly, and the Turk's face was twisted, and he shouted with his mouth open, and he could see that Bramson was the leader of the scouts, holding a hook in his hand, desperately resisting the already frantic warhorse, Bramson was turned up and down on the horse's back, and the bridge of his nose and nose guard squeaked violently. The scene in front of him has turned into several layers of afterimages, constantly sifting, raising the long sword in his hand to chop this one to death, but swinging. Unexpectedly, the hilt of the sword came out of his hand, and the long sword fell to the ground suddenly!

"Damn!" Bramson almost shouted, at this time from all directions. Several Turks shouted, wielding swords and spears. and put him to death. The red-handed general cavalry behind him fired arrows from Diognis one after another. Whizzing past Bramsson's back, all three of them who tried to get close to Bramson were shot through the vital point, and they tumbled to the ground while maintaining a running stance, and another arrow pierced the waist of the guy holding the hook, and the corners of the man's mouth began to vomit blood, but he still gritted his bloody teeth, and refused to let go, Bramson's war horse also lost his mind, and went crazy with the pain, and it was impossible to control it to change direction, and now he was just rushing with brute force, and was resisted by the hook, Men and horses wrestled desperately in stillness, and the scars were constantly bleeding.

Over there, the dozen or so Turkic horsemen who had been withdrawn turned around again, shot down several red-handed cavalrymen, and began to re-string and face Bramson.

Bramson gritted his teeth, his hand trembled, he pulled out the crossbow from the hanging bag, and softly shouted to the Holy Lord and the Holy Son Holy Spirit and the Holy Apostle to bless him, the crossbow machine sounded, although the Turkic soldier was short in life, but his mind was still very bright, his head shrank down, and the crossbow arrow pierced into his hat, and it was broken off, and the hook was still strong.

"It's over." This was Bramson's last thought, but he didn't expect that at the moment of life and death, people's memory capacity would expand so much at once: Damn, the Grand Duke sent me a castle! Anderodart, Lambert and so on, I, a nobleman with excellent swordsmanship, upright and noble, and outstanding appearance and demeanor (although it is broken), have not yet been treated like this, but I am going to die on the nameless hill of Antioch in battle?

Why, why is this happening? Whether it's in the army or joining the brocade brotherhood, it's obvious that I came first, why Dorus. Lambert will be the latecomer, not convinced!

Bramson craned his neck with sorrow, and looked at the unobstructed and rotating sky, where there was no sunlight or blue at all, and the black, half-black, and gray-white clouds completely gathered and obscured the sky, like a great bleak whirlpool, and became more and more low, "Meet the arrows of death!" ”

With a "bang", the hook snapped, and the Turkic soldier swayed, with powerful arrows piercing through his neck and arms, and then was knocked to the ground by Bramson's bloody and angry war horse, whose bones and torso were trampled and made a crackling sound.

Here, staring at the thick clouds in the sky, and fighting back and forth with the hillock, Gawain wrapped the sundial board with a small gold chain around it twice, and put it into the hanging bag on his saddle, and then owed a debt on Quicksilver's back, raised his horsewhip and whipped Sabina who came over to bite Quicksilver, "Hey, you lady is reserved and generous, stay away from the horse that the owner is going to ride, Quicksilver is afraid of being bitten by you." ”

Then, Gawain bent his arm and pulled it back, and the Muzafi Adin next to him understood, so he waved the small red hand flag: at the sound of the horn, all the other eight squadrons of the Baptized Cavalry Company formed a formation of fish scales, and under the guidance of Muzafi Adin, they headed in the direction of the hill.

Then, Gawain turned around again and waved his lower arms at the dense Red Hand Brigade infantry spearmen who stood still behind him:

"All the soldiers, it is almost certain that the enemy's main force is behind the hill ahead, and in that case, let us not let them go back to Antioch. The pagans have already had the audacity, so why should they be hidden from our sight? Let's go ahead and look for their bad luck. Look at the red feathers on my helmet, follow it, and do not allow any slack, in addition, the two infantry bandar detachments commanded by Decius must complete the specified tactics after getting the signal, otherwise it will not be as simple as flogging! ”

Giovanni, who was standing at the head of the formation, took over the Ichthyosaurus Battle Flag, and the wind rushing from his back poured into the mouth of the gilded and heavy ichthyosaur full of "sharp teeth", pulling the cloth bag behind him and dancing strongly, "Piper!" (To be continued.) )