Half an hour later, on the field under the Imperial Camp Mountain, the two teams in front of the coalition attack team had been defeated, and the corpses were stacked and scattered, and the remnants of the soldiers abandoned the battle flag and retreated; And many deserters began to appear in the middle of the procession, busily swimming into the river, hoping to get out of here and return to the city of Durazo sooner, "it is better than here"; The ranks in the back struggled to maintain the integrity of the basic queue under the bombardment of the artillery regiments on the two terraces. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

All the fighting zones on the east side of the Ishmi River have been turned into a terrible purgatory.

Gawain's gunners and artillery continued to fire in a blazing row, and the guns and muzzles of the guns shot out clusters or clouds of dense white smoke and rain of fire in all directions and distances, indicating the excellence of the New Roman Empire's gunpowder manufacturing technology. On the other hand, the spearmen of the Gimagis Brigade and the Epshkin Brigade, totaling 6,000 men, were also squeezed from the east and north flanks, constantly compressing the positions of the central army and the left flank crossing the river, and the stragglers of the brigade were constantly advancing and retreating in small columns, aiming at the nobles of the commander of the city soldiers, or cutting off the captured battle flags that symbolized the glory of the various ranks of the city soldiers.

"I order, the whole army attacked!" At the foot of the Imperial Camp Mountain, Emperor Gawain issued a general attack order with great momentum.

Two regiments of red hand cavalry and five hundred royal mounted cavalry also rushed in sideways, and the five hundred Norman knights under the command of Count Duane showed their bravest momentum, armed with spears and swords, and fierce battles broke out with the enemy's elite cavalry, countless horse heads wrapped in armor clashed together, and the sound of weapons clashing and armor shattering was mixed.

"Justice is in Constantinople, long live the Emperor!" Soon after the shooting corps had ceased the battle and made way for their spearmen to advance, all the Hungarian soldiers, seeing the wind, raised their weapons and turned angrily to attack the rear, which consisted mainly of Venetians.

Anna looked down on her toy, a heavily armored cavalry procession, galloping.

And there Marcanias was also staring - the spear formation of the Guardian Brigade had completely crushed the Scottish spearmen under the command of General Wallace, as if the collapse had occurred in an instant, the spearmen in the front of the brigade were after all extremely well armored and helmeted, and even if they were scarred by the other party's spear blades, many of them were not seriously injured, while the Scottish and Irish spearmen were stabbed, and most of them were killed or lost their combat effectiveness - many of the brave brigade soldiers grabbed half the tip of their spears after their spears were brokenWhen a certain point came, the Scots and Irishmen could not do it, and they threw down their spears like a breach of a, and the ghosts and wolves howled like a flood overflowing everywhere, and rushed towards the other side of the river.

A brigade soldier stepped on the enemy's heavy corpse and raised the captured flag of St. Andrew, which was a sign of victory.

"Hooray! Long live Rome! Even Majanianis, who was watching the battle from afar, couldn't contain his excitement, clenched his fists and cheered in a low voice.

They were followed by the brigade firing corps, which climbed up the hill on the edge of the river to face the wide and mighty estuary of the Ishmi River, where the water and the middle of the river were filled with stray Scottish and Irish soldiers fleeing and floating, constantly firing their firearms, and the blood and corpses of the river in front of the city of Durazzo.

The brigade's spearmen turned around and continued to flank the enemy's center and left flank.

The city's raid became a veritable disaster, and the Ishmi River they crossed turned into a final burial ground. Duane, Gomletto, and Giosophat were unable to control their armies, and the hired soldiers, dishonored and loyal, jumped into the river and fled, leaving only the die-hard Sicilian Brown Army and the Norman knights who chose not to retreat, only to be brutally besieged and slaughtered, and constantly wiped out.

Count Duane held his battle flag aloft and gathered the defeated soldiers, only to be met by a group of Guimegis shooting soldiers, about twenty of them, in a two-winged formation, constantly shooting at Duane and his mount, and one of the ten lead pellets always had good luck: Duane was shot in the leg and fell under his horse, and was dragged by the hook and taken prisoner.

Giosofat, the eldest son of the old Venetian consul Feraille, who did not tarnish his honor, fought to the end with his sword and did not flinch from his sword, and the last skirmisher of the Gimegiss Brigade smashed his sword with a barb, and the other took the opportunity to swing a Saracen machete into Geosorfat's right shoulder, cutting off his sword-fighting arm - Geosophat, half covered in blood, fell to the ground unyieldingly, shouting "Long live St. Mark", and finally died heroically. The body of Giosopat was alongside the interlaced pillows of more than thirty Venetian aristocratic citizens, and it took a long time to identify them after the war.

All the cannons that Gomletto was carrying were captured by the enemy who rushed to him, but he himself cleverly jumped into the Ishmi River and ran towards the opposite bank among the defeated troops.

As luck had he ashore, however, a cannonball flew and struck him in half of his body, which had come out of the chamber of his own artillery—the Gauven marksmen, who had captured the Venetian artillery, quickly turned their muzzles and fired a blow at the camp on the opposite bank—one of which was so lucky that it struck the Overseer Commander of the "Razor Brigade", Gonletto.

Several of the soldiers of the Dalian Brigade saw that their commander seemed to have been overwhelmed by a great force, and turned into the trench, and when they rushed over, they found Goreto lying at the bottom, with no blood coming out of his body, but it looked like his bones were broken, his armor was deflated in a large piece, his face was terribly pale, his face was covered with filthy dirt, and the cannonballs from the Venetian GI's workshop were still rolling down the slope of the ditch.

"I died like this, Lord forgive me for my life's slewing......" Gounletto glared at him, and after scrambling to utter the words with the last of his strength, he died miserably.

In the afternoon on the left flank, the cavalry of the Defender Brigade and the Oghuz cavalry pursued the enemy's defeated army in a whirlwind, and occupied the vital bridge in front of the castle, and all the remnants of the city fled into the fortress, and the outer fortifications and barracks were all captured by the Roman army, and everywhere were captured, captured and sacked.

In the messy city of Durazo, only General Wallace escaped, but only half of his soldiers survived, and Wallace, who had not yet removed his indigo makeup, said to the crying Tafour, "Your brother should have died in battle, the other generals rebelled, the captured were captured, and the ranks collapsed completely, and we should consider the final fate of this fortress." ”

Followed by Gray. General Wallace turned his face to look miserably at the setting sun over the ocean on the other side of the Round Tower, and added, "We have done our best to surrender with dignity and accept the mediation of a third party." ”