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All the cavalry of the brigade jumped off their horses, protected the wounded Earl and the battle banner, folded their small shields, and resisted the combined bows and arrows that were fired from all directions like a mad bee.

"Rush, rush!" Hector swung his sword and took the lead, urging all his men to move forward to slash and cut Merlot's head.

Hector had no choice, he understood that Gawain could spare all the other Armenians, but not him, because he had defected during the previous surprise attack on the city of Meritene by task force Merlot, and had sold out his army deployment and plans. So now for him, "either you die or I live".

"Toot toot." Hector, who was bumping on horseback, could almost see the Grand Earl surrounded by the dismounted cavalry, his arm hanging down, looking wounded, at this moment a sharp horn sounded, but Hector could not tell whether it was his own or the enemy's, his sword blade was aimed directly at the target, and he was rapidly approaching with the gallop of his mount.

However, this group of horns was blown by the blue-clad shooting army on the hillside, and when they saw the melee in front of them, "Turn around!" Under the command of the flag officer of their respective ranks, the fifteen companies of the fifteen companies of the shooting corps turned around and faced the ambush troops of Hector's headquarters on the valley at the bottom of the hillside, with sixty soldiers on one wing and overlapping formations. The shooting corps leveled the long guns in their hands, knelt down half-way, clamped the tail of the long guns under their armpits, and held the front guns with their left hands on top of their knees -- according to the military discipline requirements of the shooting army, all soldiers must load a tube of ammunition with the dog-headed long torch in advance when they go into battle, and clamp the short fire rope between the dogs' heads, so that they can directly fire a round of volleys.

"Cast!" With this order, the soldiers on the wings of the firing army pulled the trigger, and the dog-head hooks on the long fire gun were taken down one after another, and the fire rope between them ignited the fire door, and hundreds of lead pellets whistled out from the mouth of the gun, and the ambush foot rider next to Hector's ear screamed and was hit. Hector's own helmet was also shattered by lead pellets, half of his ear was knocked away, and immediately he was bleeding profusely, and he looked sideways, and the whole field was full of dead and wounded soldiers, but he could not flinch, "Follow me, and leave the enemy on the hillside alone." Many brave Armenian soldiers, also dragging their wounded bodies, some with spears and swords, pursued Hector, limping in the direction of Merlot.

"All low, don't move." After the horses were scurrying around, Melo stretched out his still movable left hand and shouted to all the attached cavalry around him, he understood that the shooting army on the hillside over there had begun to fire a volley, and if he ran around, he would be shot indiscriminately.

After the smoke had dissipated, the firing corps of the first nine companies gathered up and began to draw their canes to clean the chambers, while some pulled the fire door to pull out the unburned paper tube crumbs, and the sound suddenly rained down; Then the firing corps of the last six companies stepped forward, passed through the gap, and approached the enemy about twenty paces, "Shoot straight!" This group of shooters directly put the tail against the ribs or abdomen, held the front end with one hand, and did not aim at all, so they aimed the hexagonal mouth of the black hole at the ambush soldiers who were still running.

Another thunderous salvo.

Hector and his horse, no more than fifty feet away from Merlot, were knocked over, screaming as their armor and bodies were shattered, along with dozens of soldiers around him, many coughing up blood and covering the horrific wounds of lead shots, covered in smoke and fire, lying on the ground, or kneeling on them. At this time, one of the cavalrymen attached to the brigade beside Count Merlot drew his sword and was about to rush out of the line to cut off the heads of the dying men, but was stopped by Merlot with one hand:

Among the corpses strewn all over the ground, there were several stumbling remnants, including Hector, whose armor was almost shattered, he swayed, clutched the wound on his severed ear, his eyes were smoked with blood and tears, and then he turned his head to look at the group of "fire-bellied soldiers" standing densely on the hillside, holding smoking iron rods, the kind of "fire-gunned soldiers" who had previously been despised by the brave Armenian warriors.

With the fluttering of banners and the beating of drums, the group of musket shooters, clad in blue robes and lined with leather armor or half-chain mail, lined up in a horizontal formation, continued to march towards his position, seemingly about to fire a third salvo......

The rows of archers who were closest to Hector, after blowing the ashes off the arquebus, re-clamped them on the nose, Hector could almost see their squinted eyes, the arquebus that was red and lit again, and the mouth of the black hole, which was close at hand.

In fact, this is only a distance of more than ten steps, and aiming is no longer necessary, and the soldiers of the shooting army only need to point the gun at the target and just pinch the trigger.

After a cloud of gunfire and a loud bang, Hector's body was almost smashed into a sieve, and there were holes gushing blood everywhere, and one leg was broken, and soon he fell to his knees on the ground, and then fell to death in the dense mass of corpses.

The hundreds of Marash ambushers who had ambushed the Earl were completely routed by the firing corps, which they had not paid any attention to, from the hillside with three rounds of long fire salvos......

Soon, a large number of spearmen from the rear detachment also rushed forward, and the ambushes of the Armenian army attacking from the castle of Ravodra collapsed on all fronts, leaving only the commander-in-chief, General Saliki, with more than three or four hundred remnants of horses, and fled back to the fort to defend it.

Almost at the same time in the direction of the castle of Thubesena, Gawain's detachment from the direction of the city of Meritene appeared: it was also a cross-border attack, led by Walter. Sanzaval, and the herdsman Ryanstein also came, and a total of 2,000 border soldiers from the Caesarea Frontier District, namely 400 border cavalry from the Cilician Gate, 400 Oghuz volunteer cavalry from the county of Iconium, and more than 1,000 migrant coachmen drove and drove more than 80 converted caravans, with 20 light perfume bottles and 4 long perfume bottle cannons, which came from the northeast road of Maras, and suddenly appeared in the rear area of the Fort of Tubersena.

In front of the castle stables, the bald head Pak Ade, who was carrying a saber, was full of surprise.

Because his son Hercules half-knelt in front of him, his words were very calm, "It makes no sense for my father to fight against Gawain again, we are surrounded by Gawain's territory on three sides, and the opponent's military and national strength are absolutely superior - therefore, I have decided to surrender the castle." ”