"Ahh One of the rebels beside Hector craned his neck, trembling and wailing, and an arrow from behind wedged his back, and the fellow shook his arm a few times before falling off his horse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info then mixed with the louder and louder scolding after the night, the sound of horses and arrows breaking through the air, on both sides of Hector's side became more and more dense and hideous, he bowed his body, gritted his teeth and looked at the swaying horse's head, the rapidly retreating grass, in addition to the black grass, or black grass, he looked back in horror, the pursuers were about a hundred feet behind him, probably all the general cavalry of the Red Hand Company, with bows and arrows to pursue him, symbolizing their glory of the colorful feathers and gold and silver epaulettes, flashing in the night.

No, they didn't want to catch themselves at all, but they wanted to shoot him with a horse arrow.

"Shhh There was a loud whistle behind him, and the mounts of two sympathetic companions beside Hector would turn around, only to be killed on the spot by several horse-arrows that were fired mercilessly, and the sound of the arrows piercing through the flesh of the man's chest was so clear that Hector was about to cry, but he believed that he was getting closer and closer to the pass for life: according to the rules of Gawain's army, the cavalry that came to pursue him would not go far into enemy territory.

So when the whistle sounded again, the bridle in Hector's hand shook and tore obviously, and the one under his crotch also became violent, and when he heard the familiar voice, he wanted to return to his companion in the barracks, "Ah! Hector pulled out his glittering dagger and stabbed the horse's buttocks twice, and the horse was drenched in blood and screamed a few times, but he could only continue to succumb to the stranger's control, and continue to run forward!

"Stop chasing." At this moment, a squadron flag officer of the Red Hand Cavalry strangled his horse and shouted, and his comrades who were holding torches around him also stopped their horses' hooves, and they looked up, and the mountain peaks stretched at the pass under the night seemed to be shaking and trembling, and the long and mournful howls were one after another, like the howl of a wolf, and the flag officer's sweat suddenly flowed, and he leaned over to watch the mount kick the ground uneasily, and the long grass around was shaking and undulating, "This is not a wolf pack, it should be a Turkic coming, a lot of ......" With that, he and all the cavalry turned and galloped back towards Ashlon, where they had started.

Soon Hector saw that in the fields around the pass, countless torches were as terrifying as a swarm of fireflies on a summer night, and thousands of felt-clad Turks swept in, about the beginning of the fort of Meritane, and the only three remaining rebels were even happier at this scene than they were at the sight of the Holy Apostles, who, ignoring Hector's persuasion, threw themselves on horseback and rushed towards the advance cavalry of the Turks, shouting loudly in Turkic language.

But the hundreds of Turkic avant-garde cavalry did not want to communicate with them, they made a wolf-like battle cry on horseback, and the arrows were fired like a storm, and soon the three rebels, even men and horses, were shot into hedgehogs, staggered, and fell to their deaths in the grass.

Frightened, Hector hurriedly turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground, tore off the leather saddle and blanket from the horse's back, beat it with a fire sickle, waved it in his hand, and shouted in Turkic, "I am from Ashlon, survivor, and the enemy has slaughtered everyone in the village." ”

Whirring, several arrows mixed with strong wind, flew down around Hector and the "torch" he waved, with the sound of fluttering and fluttering, the fire was also blown and danced everywhere, Hector closed his eyes tightly, knelt in the grass, and couldn't even care about the burning pain of the spark falling on the back of his neck, and in the midst of his rapid breathing, several Turks carried quivers and sabers on their backs, and wrapped him in the middle, "How many enemies are there?" It seems to have believed him.

"I am a loyal Arni and am absolutely on your side. Gawain captured Corquisson, destroyed everything I had (in fact, he was just a gentleman before, and Gawain never confiscated his property), and held me hostage to serve in the army. You take me to your General Artalberg, or any Marash nobleman, and I am willing to tell him all the inside story of the other contingent. Hector tossed the burning leather aside and thumped his chest as a sign of loyalty.

Finally he was taken to the rear of the queue, where he met the Turkic general Kudb. Oud. Ding, and indeed there was an Armenian nobleman named Firuz in Marash, "Is it true that Gawain's task force tried to cross the mountain pass and raid the fortress of Meritane?" How many people were there, what were the regulations of the camp, who was the commander, what was his flag? ”

"They had about three thousand five hundred men, most of them cavalry or men who could fight on horseback, and were now in the newly occupied Ashhembo battalion, and their commander was Wessat. Merlot, a Greek warrior from Italy, was familiar with the tactics of the Greek army, and although he was young, he had a high level of prestige and was able to command his subordinates to hold Ashlon's camp well. We must strike at the infantry guarding the village, and persuade the Armenians in the opposing ranks to defect, and if we defeat Merlot's infantry detachment, we will not have difficulty driving out the rest of the cavalry. ”

After hearing the traitor's statement, Kudb nodded, and Firuz rewarded him with ten gold coins, and verbally praised the "Hector" as "the flower of the Ani nation, a true hero", and then the two joint commanders began to deliberate, "We have 7,000 soldiers who are good at fighting, enough to recover Ashron and annihilate Gawain's task force." His Royal Highness Merrick was in charge of Meritane, commanding a full 20,000 soldiers, preparing to go south to support Samosata, and defeat the red-bearded Norman chief who had gone north. Our victory here will ensure that His Highness Merrick flanks without worry. ”

"In the south, there are more than 2,000 of Saliki's soldiers, who have been summoned by fast horses to join our attacking party. Also, send an urgent message to the fortress of Caesia, asking them to send troops to cut off the return route of Task Force Gawain. Firuz raised his hand and added.

In the early hours of the morning, the thirty horsemen, carrying banners and shouting, came to Ashlon, exhausted, and some of the soldiers on duty were digging trenches, others removing the barricades and putting in the group of cavalry, and then Merlot, who stood on the earthen wall to supervise the erection of the five cannons by the craftsmen, received the news that the enemy was at the bottom of the pass, and that they were ready to attack at any moment.

"Send scouts again, grasp the enemy's military strength and attack time at any time, and the rest of the people should not slack off, continue to arm and arm according to the established plan! We outperformed the group of Turkic bandits in both calm and tactics, and we did not need to be afraid at once, and we persevered in fighting to the end. Merlot raised his scepter and commanded loudly, and told his guards to raise the "Banner of the Fish of Christ", and when he saw the flag of the commander flying high, all the infantry in the village sped up, some of them dug for their lives, some of them sharpened their stakes with pedal saws to stop their horses, and there were hurried horns everywhere, which exaggerated the tension before the fierce battle. (To be continued.) )