According to eyewitness records, after the Roman Empire was evaluated by the Roman Empire as the "Flower of the Knight of the Agallen" (the empire always had great respect for this prince of foreign blood, and sometimes his evaluation even surpassed that of the first emperor of the dynasty, after all, the latter had killed too many people and had something to criticize the defenders) after assassinating the Hungarian general, although the tiger's mouth was almost cracked, he still followed the requirements of the code of conduct, and pulled out the blade of the white horsetail flag splattered with blood in time and beautifully. Then he stabbed left and right, shouting the princess's blessing and favor, tangled with several Hungarian gunners, and went on to kill one of the enemy soldiers, and then five brigade cavalry galloped to the ground, wielding maces and swords, chopping all the Hungarian gunners to pieces, and capturing three shotgun light guns. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"We've won!" Although he was tired and his face was stained with mud and blood, he shouted excitedly to his comrades.

For he saw that on that section of the embankment, Kuquay also bravely led his echelon of shooting troops, and rushed forward unstoppably, and many soldiers raised bursting fire with wooden handles, and threw them at the Hungarian camp behind the embankment, and the fire and black smoke rang out, and the enemy either died and wounded or fled, leaving many corpses behind. The red-handed spearmen on both sides took advantage of the situation to seize the high villages.

"I have important letters for General Merlot." At this moment, the prince remembered the real task, and waved to the soldiers on the grass, motioned for them to get out of the way, and guided himself to the general's camp.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a Saracen fork bell twitching, and the prince turned back alarmedly: in the forests and streams, multitudes of warriors in light armor wrapped in white turbans poured out, their bows and bows swaying with fierce steps, their skin dark, some barefoot!

"It's the Sicilian Brown Legion!" No sooner had one of the brigade cavalrymen uttered these words than he was shot by a flying arrow and tumbled off his horse.

It was all the Sicilian Crescent Forbidden Army, the vicious dogs bred by the Norman king of Palermo, the remnants of the Fatimid Shiites, who, upon learning of the storming of the monastery of St. Michael, rushed over several forests and hills against all odds to reinforce them, and the hapless prince happened to bear the brunt.

"Allah is greater!" The brown Praetorian soldiers howled like a tide, drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

"The Heretic Dog of Sicily!" The prince scolded angrily, and at this moment the arrows shot by the other party were like wild bees, and two more companions were shot off their horses, and the remaining two stabbed his mount's buttocks with their blades, "Hurry up Prince, here we will come to the palace." ”

The brown legions, which had infiltrated the battlefield, numbered in the hundreds, filled the forest, figures flailing, arrows flying, and Prince Mayanias galloped toward the meadows—as long as they reached Kuquay, who had just captured the embankment, it would be safe.

Three arrows struck his mount in the hips and hind legs, respectively, because the half-vest was hung beforehand, and the unprotected mount was soon wounded, and the horse that saw the blood went berserk and threw the prince down.

"Helena, don't abandon me......" Marcanias was young after all, his muscles were still a little weak, and the heavy armor made him unbearable, but he was still an enthusiastic and one-sided teenager, and even then struggled to grasp the horsetail flag, stood up again, thrust the speartail hammer into the ground beneath his feet, and turned bravely to face the brown legions that rushed at him.

Kukui, who was originally cheering for victory on the embankment, saw the prince standing on the edge of the forest over there, and his expression froze in shock, and his heart fell, "It's Makyanias, why is he here?" ”

Seeing the sharp heads of countless arrows, aimed at him from all directions, Majanianas closed his eyes deadly, and all he was thinking about at the moment was three women, "Mother, Helena, and Xiya!" ”

The neighing of violent war horses sounded, the Sicilian soldiers who had originally drawn their bows turned back en masse, and in the light mist between the trees, dead leaves flew, horses' hooves vibrate, and many black shadows like "bull heads" and "eagle people" monsters poured out, carrying all kinds of fierce and fierce weapons, long-handled tribulus hammers, chain hammers, long-handled hexagonal hammers, and broadswords, appeared behind them, and the collective silence was instantaneous without warning.

At this time, even the soldiers of the Sicilian Brown Army, who thought they had the blessing of Allah and the Prophet, were terrified.

It was none other than the Roman royal cavalry regiment, led by Zangi, who had just seen Marcanias hurrying across the river, and when he noticed that fierce battles had broken out in the forests and meadows here, he was worried, so he took twenty-five knights (who happened to be a flag team) with twenty-five knights (who happened to be a flag team) to put on the "horns" and "antlers" helmets made of bone plates and feathers on both sides, and wore life-size ring-shaped heavy armor with "flying wings" on the back body, and rode a war horse with the same armor to fight and respond. Who would have thought that it happened to be raided behind this brown army.

Several tribulus hammers struck like a whirlwind, and were thrown twenty or thirty feet away, smashing into the ranks of lightly armored and unarmored brown legionnaires, and then the mounted cavalry burst in, slashing and slashing like butchers chopping meat from a chopping board, and the sound of bones and limbs breaking everywhere.

In the end, only half of the soldiers of the Brown Army survived, throwing down their weapons and running into the depths of the jungle, fleeing without a trace.

The masked Zangi rode over the overlapping corpses and came to the stunned Makjanias, "Are you okay with Massoud?" ”

"I think someone's spirit blessed me, so I met you, brother."

Zangi shook his head helplessly, then lifted his visor and jumped off his mount, and then he held the hilt of his sword, and saw the brown soldier who was dying from the horse's hooves and broadsword, covered in blood, struggling to get up, and finally looked in the direction of the holy place and knelt down, his head hanging on the ground, muttering his breath.

Seeing this, Zangi fell silent.

And there Makjanias added "the remnant of the Sicilian Fatima", and after saying that, he brought a new horse and prepared to continue his duty.

"Massoud, this is the last time I'll call you by this Oghuz name."

"Well, that's good, remember that I'm Machaanias."

"Yes, but I would like to ask His Majesty the Emperor to leave the Imperial Capital after the war in Durazo and go to the court of Isfahan as a volunteer."

"What, what are you talking about, my brother, is there no glory for the Oghuz here? Your Majesty protects our bloodline, protects our mosques and faith. Makjanias held out his hands, stunned and incomprehensible.