Dozens of soldiers of the Gemagith Brigade rushed forward again, shielded themselves with skinned Greek oval shields or Norman iris shields, and slaughtered into the gate tower, where the "slaughter pit" (i.e., the urn city) inside the north gate of Marash Fort on the opposite side had been shocked beyond recognition by the explosion just now, and many of the defenders on it were deafened or torn down, and even the lion battle banner that had been originally planted on it did not know where it had been washed away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The officers of the garrison turned their heads and shouted for their regents—they had just fought on the passage of the hen moats that connected to each other, and they had not realized when the Regent of Fell had left.

In the brutal castle attack and defense battle, the loss of the Supreme Commander's seat is the most terrible, even if the commander is not able to calmly arrange troops in this mode of war, but all soldiers can see him as a source of their morale and fighting spirit.

At this time, the defenders began to flee silently from their posts, and the Armenians, who still insisted on resisting, stood on the walls of the slaughter pits on three sides, drew their bows and crossbows, and kept shooting arrows, smashing stones, and throwing fire hammers downwards—on the ground of the entire slaughter pit, the soldiers of the Jimegis Brigade who poured in were close together, overlapping and raising their shields on top of each other, and the intricate coat of arms facing up against the city wall, under which they stepped on embers and corpses, separated several "passages", and let the soldiers carrying soft ladders and ladders bow down through them. The weapons were pushed into the wall and lined up, and then there were soldiers bravely rising with sharp spears and shields on the ladders, and there were screams and figures of battle everywhere.

At the gap in the wall, the scuffle began to turn in favor of the Gimagis brigade. The decline of the Armenian soldiers there became more and more evident as the sun set in the west, and they suffered heavy casualties, barely able to maintain the blockage. The auxiliary support at the head of the city was also suppressed by the Gawain shooting army under the wall, and I don't know who is spreading the news at this moment, "The regent has fled with the widow through the secret door of the east wall!" The mood of the army quickly became chaotic, and Marash could no longer hold on, and this feeling became clear in the hearts of all the soldiers on both sides, so that the attacking side began to go crazy and excited, while the defenders gradually lost and retreated.

When Dorus. Lambert happily followed the siege brigade and came again under the walls with his sword, and saw that in the shadows cast by the buildings and stone walls in various gaps, the defenders had begun to flee in all directions, and there were cheers of "Romana" and "Hallelujah" everywhere.

"Rush in, Dorus I will be the first to capture Marash Hill Fort!" Dorus shouted, and then, surrounded by several close border soldiers, quickly ran to the large gap where the breakthrough had been made (there was still fierce resistance at the slaughter pit and the gate tower, which was not yet fully in his hands), "Where is the flag, where is the flag?" ”

When the others went to pass the battle flag, Dorus stood triumphantly outside the gap, continuing to direct the soldiers to charge inside.

Suddenly, he saw the "corpse" of a young Armenian soldier struggling to move a few times by the rubble, and Dorus, alert, instinctively raised his sword.

It seemed that the soldier was wounded in the abdomen, so he fell to the ground, as if his intestines were flowing out, it was a fatal wound, but he would not die quickly, and he had to be tortured slowly, and then he moved twice and stiffened, he should be dead.

Dorus. Lambert breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked back to see that the border people had come with their banners and cheering, "Quick, get ready to rush up the wall and take the gate tower, and plant it at the head of the Arni." ”

Before Dorus could finish speaking, he heard an exclamation "Be careful, General".

Dorus turned his head back in astonishment—the young Armenian soldier, who had been "dead," had somehow stood up, and in his arm was a smoking handcuff with his blood and intestines on it, and a short arrow for firing was stuck in it.

The soldier was only seven or eight feet away from the military chief of the Vankabiansai district.

The handcuffs were supposed to have been obtained from the body of the soldier of the shooting army, and how to operate the shooting, the other side was already familiar with it just now, and he had to use his last strength and life to tell the military chief of Vanka the indomitable side of the Armenians.

As several border men rushed past Dorus with spears in hand, ready to kill the dying soldier with the handcuff raised, a cloud of fireworks exploded, and the handcuffs rang out - Dorus staggered backwards with his arms outstretched, and fell to the ground.

Several spears pierced the soldier's body, and he was completely dead.

Under the banner of battle, Dorus. Lambert groaned, and his henchmen lifted him up, the arrow into his shoulder, "Sometimes the encouragement of his wife is a fatal burden, forgive me Hetomia, forgive me Your Highness Caesar." He lay there mockingly and muttered that though it wasn't really a fatal wound, he could no longer wield his sword to lead everyone forward.

At this moment, in the vast twilight, a shout came from the south wall of the city, "The Ani Gatetower has been taken by me, Bramson!" ”

Hapless Dorus. After Lambert's accidental injury, Bramson. Wolfgang made the god the first commander: after several offensive and defensive battles, he took advantage of the chaos, crouched in the shadows to observe the enemy's retreat route on the outer wall, found the location of the secret door, and then captured the secret door with several soldiers under his command, and led the siege detachments of the Philippo Mellon Brigade and the Red Hand Brigade to attack one after another, sweeping and capturing the entire lower city area of Marash.

"The bounty is still Lao Tzu!"

Two moments later, the Defender Brigade to the west of the city and the Kemeggis Brigade to the north of the city also broke through victoriously. At nightfall, the castle was illuminated by starry torches held by soldiers, and the sparks of blade combat flickered in the dark corners.

The commander of the North Gate, General Firuz, was clinging to the fence of the gatetower, his cheek without an arrow, blood running down his arm, trembling all over, and corpses at his feet.

At the entrance to the gate tower opposite, two Oghuz Volunteers were half-kneeling with their bowstrings drawn and aimed at him, three brigade soldiers standing, one with a cat with a shield at his waist, and the other two with axes and swords, surrounding Firuz and shouting to the general in Greek, "Surrender, or jump through the shooting hole beside you." ”

"Long live the god of war Babu, long live the Great Armenian Empire!" After the general in desperation shouted this, he held his injured arm and prepared to jump from the shot hole to martyrdom.

The two half-kneeling Oghuz Volunteers' bowstrings flicked at the same time, and one arrow struck Firuz in the waist, and he instinctively crouched down in pain, while the other pierced the back of his neck, nailing it to the wooden wall behind him.

"Damn, humiliation......" shouted the general, who was pinned by an arrow and could not jump.

The axe-wielding soldier leapt forward and slashed at Firuz's nailed, shaky neck, blood spraying on the blackened walls in a crimson rainbow shape.