"Despicable and shameless Greeks, villains who fight for power and profit on the verge of death!" Francisco shouted angrily, then turned and drew his sword, and Barromeo's own soldiers swarmed up, several blades striking at the same time, forcing Francisco to the edge of the battlement.

At this time, a small figure suddenly flashed beside him, with a small axe used by a military servant to cut wood, and directly cut the ears and cheeks of the famous soldier to the point of flesh and blood, and then Fethias bent on the waist and cut the axe on the crotch of a pro-soldier who was not protected.

"Master Francisco, run! Please save my master! The young man Fiteas shouted sharply, and then howled and danced his axe so vigorously that it kept Barromeo's men out, and the two slashed ones curled up on the ground. Franchisco gritted his teeth, threw his sword from the battlement behind him, turned over and jumped straight down, then landed on the stone slab of the city gate, and then dragged his broken leg in pain, limping towards the square.

At this moment, Gawain and the surviving Varangian warriors had come to the front of the moat, and at this time, the Turks and Paulineans still dared to follow from a distance, and Kabeamia's arrow team had not arrived in time and was still on the way to mobilize, which was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

"Open the door and let us in!" Gawain, who was in the saddle, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and with all his might, shouted loudly at the gates and towers, and then his eyes saw - on the battlements, his little servant Phithias was beaten and bloodied, and his arm was strangled by two beef-shaped soldiers, and then Barromeo was fierce, holding his sword, and pierced Fitias's chest, and the little servant writhed a few times in pain, and then looked sideways and watched Gawain under the city die.

Gawain was stunned.

Then, the body of Fityas was dragged upside down to the battlements, his hands and hair hanging down, dangling in the evening breeze, and his unclosed eyes seemed to be staring at Gawain.

A few seconds later, there was a muffled thud, and then the body of the little servant was thrown off the wall and smashed on the ground at the city gate.

Then Barromeo's hateful face appeared from behind the battlements, and several javelins were thrown out of the hole in the city wall and pierced in front of Gawain's horse, and the Varangian warriors behind Gawain were stunned, they did not expect that they had worked so hard to find a bloody way, but in front of the city of Nicaea that they had captured, they were denied entry, and they lost their way forward and retreat.

Despair and resentment surged into everyone's hearts, and Gawain's brown hair was about to burn, and he looked at the corpse of Fethias, and then at the gates of Nicaea, and blood burst from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose.

Over there, the ranks of Gilichi and Kabeamia were approaching, and many of the Turkic soldiers seemed to sense that the Greeks were fighting among themselves, and that the Akin warrior had been blocked out of the city gates by his own men, and that it was time to reap the benefits.

But they were still very cautious, and made their way slowly along the edge of the lake of Nicaea towards Gawain's position, with infantry armed with swords and shields in front, cavalry on the perimeter, and archers behind them.

And the helpless Gawain, sandwiched between the city gate and the enemy's army, by a small forest next to the lake, he was tired and wanted to die, and he was also angry to death.

A stone's throw away, all the Roma and Paulese soldiers came to a stop, all eyes fixed on the burly Gawain, and the terrible sword hanging from his waist - how magical was this sword? That is, although it doesn't even have a scabbard, this AKIN warrior has been crawling and rolling for so long, and he has never been cut by the blade of this sword!

From this, it can be seen that the status of the owner of this magic sword undoubtedly belongs to this akin warrior, to put it bluntly, although they are all creeds on weekdays, but everyone has never seen what Allah or the Lord is like, but this sword with a demonic curse is all witnessed by everyone today.

"Forward, kill that Varyag barbarian." This was the common order of Kabeamiya and Gilikhi, but it had been wandering for a long time, and no one had carried it out, especially Hajib, who was at the forefront, who was both afraid and admired by Gawain.

Eventually, it was the clever Archon of the Golden Hand who saw the change in the horses under Gawain's crotch, which had previously been the black mare, but now it was a suit, but it was also a female, and then Cabeamia quickly said a few words to her co-workers.

Soon there was a sudden whistle in the Turkic array, all shouted in Turkic vernacular, and then Gawain, whose eyes began to dim, suddenly felt that his mount was running - towards the camp of the Turks!

All the Varangian warriors who remained in place exclaimed, but no one could stop the mare.

Soon, Gawain was less than a hundred feet away from the enemy's formation, and then he gritted his teeth and stabbed the sword into the neck of the mount, blue fire gushed out, and the horse fell to the ground with a mournful scream, and he also fell to the ground, although he had the genes of horses, but he really had no way to use it anymore, and Gao Wen, who fell to Pingyang, could only hold the sword, wrapped the red hand flag around his body, and leaned against a tree trunk by the lake, facing the enemies who surrounded him.

"Don't shoot arrows, but catch them alive and give them to the Sultan." Hajib could only do so to save Gawain's life, and he then faced Gawain, who looked like a statue by the trunk of the tree, "The Turkic proverb says that man is not great because he is great, but great because he is great - how I wish my son Zangi could have the same bravery as you, the warrior of Akin." ”

But then, the Codex orders handed by the Sultan became more and more severe, and the crimson eagle banner and the banner of the Holy Flame were moving forward, and Hajib could not resist softly any longer, and finally he slowly raised his arms

The gentle waters of the lake whimpered behind Gawain, the golden of the setting sun, in front of him, dyed the shining swords and arrows of the Turks with beautiful colors, and the helmets were moving, "I didn't expect it, but Ajiehe didn't give me the privilege of avoiding death in the first place." At this moment, Gawain felt a pair of hands, reaching out from the left and right sides of the trunk, gently sliding over his shoulders and supporting his face and beard from behind.

"Gawain, Stephen. Gawain, what is it like to be near death and finally enter Hellfire? "I heard Jiehe's voice obviously.

"I still have an oath to fulfill, I have no revenge, I don't want to go into Hellfire, now is not the time." Gawain replied.

"But it's too late now, isn't it?"

At this moment, a young man in the Turkic queue suddenly threw down his helmet and headcloth, revealing his fiery red hair, and rushed towards Gawain, "Erikson? As for the person who followed him, Gawain saw in a daze that it was Diognis.

"Shoot the arrows." One of the Turkic officers at the front shouted the order when he saw Hajib cut his hand off.