At this time, it was clear that the garrison of Abydos had seen the attacking Roman fleet, and it was easy to tell from the number that it was not a pirate attack, but an attack by the enemy's main force.

Diognis's intelligence was accurate, and the Warden George was resolute, so the garrison of Zahaas in Abydos consisted of only a few hundred lightly armed soldiers, armed with bows and arrows, sticks, and swords, and it was difficult for them to defend the city of Abydos. But as soon as the Turkic and Saracen languages were heard, the garrison men burst into courage in desperation, and they flocked to the coastal city, and with the low walls of the coastal defenses, they began to shoot arrows at George's fleet.

"It's called St. George's Strait, and my name is George, and I will be blessed by the Holy Spirit and the saints in this battle." The Warden George really didn't miss a morale-boosting opportunity.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gawain and a group of comrades in heavy armor laboriously erected the anti-arrow shield woven with wicker and wooden strips, and then several other soldiers used a bracket to support it, and Gawain and the others resisted it with their hands, all of them shrank behind the anti-arrow shield, and the arrow feathers shot by the Turks were tied to the shield one by one. A series of dark shadows passed over Gawain's hat and helmet, and he squinted his eyes and looked up, but saw an extremely strange and shocking scene.

Because there were sailors on it, walking something similar to stilts, they took on the duty of storming the walls faster than they did.

The sailors, all from the city of Amalfi in southern Italy, had erected a large long pole perpendicular to it with ropes, based on the ship's main mast, and the length of the pole was unevenly distributed, with a long forehand, protruding twenty feet from the bow of the ship, and falling with an iron ingot; The rear end is shorter and falls with stones in a net pocket – so that the two ends are balanced.

The ship quickly followed the waves, rushed to the coastal defense wall of the city of Abydos, and the long pole surprised the defenders, reaching directly behind the wall, and then the time came for the Amalfi sailors, armed with light crossbows and small axes, and then, like jugglers, climbed the mast, and slid up the long pole to the battlements, and fought bravely with the Turkic soldiers defending the city.

This scene made Farov, who was holding the imperial flag but still on the deck, suddenly depressed, "Knock it down!" With this shout, the sunlight in front of Gawain sprinkled freely again, and with a boom, the great shield against arrows was lowered again, like a springboard, and smashed on the loose battlements of the coastal defense wall.

"Ahhhh The Red Guard warriors, wearing helmets and shields, stepped on this springboard, armed with battle axes and swords, and rushed to the battlements without fear of the raging and howling currents under their feet. Gawain was also among them, he was a comrade-in-arms in front and behind, the refraction of various weapons almost made him unable to open his eyes, he couldn't see the road under his feet clearly, he could only follow the pace of his teammates and rush over together, "Master, try to lean in the middle." Fethias's shout reminded him from behind.

Then, Gawain instantly felt that he was so wise, and deliberately took a shield from the royal armory to carry it, because the vibration behind him was almost incessant, most of them were crossbows and arrows fired by his own ships and archers, and fell and stuck on it, if he did not have this shield, he would have been hit by an arrow in his leg and fell into the sea and drowned alive.

There was another noise, and Gawain, along with his comrades on the left and right, jumped off the battlements, and in front of him were all the Turkic archers fleeing wildly, and the battle for the aisles and stairs of the walls had begun, and the stones thrown from the corner towers whirred over his head.

In a trance, there was a tall guy wearing thick armor on the opposite side, stepping on the stairs, raising his head and rushing towards him, with a sharp scream, Gao Wen subconsciously, the two-handed axe was volleyed down in the air, hitting the opponent's face, and the opponent rolled down on his back, and at the same time, Gao Wen let go of his hand in time, took off the iris shield and protected it in front of him, pulled out his scimitar, and rushed down the stairs.

Eventually, he followed the spiraling staircase and seized a tower, but before he could rush in, several of the Turkic soldiers guarding the tower jumped down in great terror, and Gawain looked down from the firing port, and there were two or three bodies that had fallen to their deaths, and then he swung his scimitar and cut the flags and ballistas on it, and then pulled out the flag and threw it down, and now he could see that the remnants of the Turks had abandoned the rest of the fortress in the city and ran haphazardly towards a cliff connected to the east of the wall.

By the end of the afternoon, the resistance of the Turkic garrison had been crushed, some of the remnants of the cliff had been killed, and all the others had jumped off the cliff and fallen into the rushing Ilion River, and few survived.

Greeted by the Greek inhabitants of the city, Gawain's party followed the road between the fortress and the block to the middle of the city, and then, having "strolled" the market, they were ordered to go out of the moat, "encamping in the suburbs, chasing down the enemy's defeated soldiers, and counting the spoils of war, without disturbing any good citizen." "This is the unquestionable order of the warden master.

Among them, Gawain also received an order to ride a horse along the river Ilion to find a place with rich meadows. The setting sun under the black mountains gives Gawain's scarlet cape a different color, and he rides the docile black mare "Sabina", a name that commemorates his lost love affair with a beautiful female athlete with black hair tied in a single ponytail.

Along the river, which had been filled with dead Turkic soldiers, and farther away, desolate hillsides, brown stones and gravel, and sparse trees, beside him, servants and soldiers were collecting all sorts of booty—mules and horses, weapons, shields, clothing, and so on.

Gawain had walked a full ten miles (i.e., Romari) in front of her, and finally saw a cluster of turquoise meadows in the valley, and Sabina took a few steps ahead cheerfully, nibbling on a few mouthfuls of delicious herbs—she had been half-dead from the manure of her friends in the cramped cabin on the way to the voyage, and Gawain dismounted and sat down in this picturesque place, ready to stretch the mood of the battle she had just fought.

Rising on his back, Gawain looked at the constantly flowing clouds, and at this time Sabina began to snort vigilantly, and took the initiative to walk towards him, until she began to run behind.

Gawain understood that it was his mount warning him, so he hurriedly pulled the reins, stepped on the stirrups, and stepped up, only to hear the dense sound of horses' hooves above the valley. A trumpet sounded, and Gawain turned his head and saw again the scene he had seen in the Nicaean wilderness, a row of cavalrymen in the black armor of slaves, feathered in the wind, holding horns and mustaches in their hands, slowly twisting from one end to the other, and soon the desolate and steady sound spread throughout the meadow.