Dozens of pilgrims in this camp were so frightened that they did not even dare to run, men, women, and children all knelt down in a row, their eyes trembling at the blades of the masked cavalry, like a herd of cattle waiting to be slaughtered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The horseman was on horseback, nodded with great satisfaction, then slashed the knife in his hand, and knelt down The old man at the front of the ranks screamed, and his neck was cut off and he fell to the ground, blood spraying several pale faces all over his body.

Then the masked cavalry did not wipe the blood from the scimitar, but leisurely kicked the horse a few times, took two steps forward, swung the knife again, and the cold light flashed, and the neck of the next pilgrim, who was still in the prime of life, seemed to be about to retract, but it was not as fast as the cavalryman's sword, and his head rolled down to his knees with a slightly stunned expression.

The third one who was slain was a woman with a child, and the horseman shrugged his shoulders with excitement and cut off the woman who had begged for mercy at the horse's hoof, and the woman writhed and moaned on the ground like a dying snake, foaming at the mouth, begging for mercy as she confessed.

The horseman, who seemed a little irritated by this, turned his horse's head, threw the dying woman aside, and raised his sword again and again, and slashed many of the kneeling ranks, and blood was splattering everywhere.

Over there, Diognis and his squad of cavalry had fought bravely against the Sagitus who had pounced, and the iron flail of the captor was as nimble as a viper, and he smashed two enemy horsemen who tried to pinch him from both sides, and their brains flew out, and then the captor held the flail in his hand, and broke into the enemy line in a straight line, and before the Saggitus could draw their bows and shoot arrows, they were shot down one after another, and the formation of the fallen horses was in chaos - the Vadaritai cavalry behind Diognes also quickly spread out their formation, galloping and shooting, Unleashing his proud combat skills that are not inferior to any steppe barbarians.

On the side of the camp, Stephen, Count of Blois, who had heard the news, was followed by the lancers and light cavalry of the new army, braving arrows and intercepting them horizontally.

In a brief deathmatch, one of the chieftains of Sagetus turned his horse's hooves and tried to use his dexterity to turn back to the back of the captor, and then slashed at him with his sword—but Diognis skilfully swung the tail of the iron flail horizontally, and the chief was caught off guard, struck the bridge of his nose, threw his saber on his back, and fell backwards in blood.

More than 100 Sagitus cavalry suddenly encountered such a tricky and fierce opponent, the team was cut into several pieces, and hand-to-hand combat was no match for the cavalry of the new army.

At this moment, in the makeshift camp, the unscrupulous slaughter of the masked cavalry continued, and he had already slashed and killed most of the people in front of him, and this group of people did not dare to resist or flee, but could only be killed.

It wasn't until the masked cavalry saw the rout in front of him that he was a little panicked, and he held the reins with his scimitar and the other hand, apparently preparing to flee with his companions.

The two children lay down on the corpse of the woman who had finally died and wept, and the masked horseman's forehead twisted, and it seemed that he hated the cries of the two children, so he swung his knife at the child, and one of the bold children, with the courage of a newborn calf, glared at each other angrily - the child's world is simple, "You kill my mother", "You are only one man and one horse", "We have a dozen people alive here", the child could only think so much - so he roared and pounced on the masked horseman, The blade struck the child in the arm, but it was not fatal, and the child staggered, ripped off the scarf of the leaning cavalryman, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the pilgrim kneeling on the ground saw that the Sagitus cavalryman, without a scarf, had a fair face, slender eyes, long hair, no beard and no Adam's apple, and was "clearly a woman."

But Fang Cai, the woman of this barbarian nation, easily killed seventeen people without resistance.

"Kill her!" Then the pilgrims saw that there was only a woman in front of them, and they burst into courage, and they all stood up, and the woman of Sagetus, who had lost her face scarf, cried out in horror, just like an ordinary woman, "She is nothing remarkable!" The woman slashed the scimitar, but was grabbed by the arm of the pilgrim who came over, and the blade could not be swung, and then several people went up at the same time, dragged her directly off the horse, and slammed her to the ground.

The woman howled miserably, for the two pilgrims raised their sticks and struck her forehead and right hand several times, and the rest of the pilgrims straddled her, beating her with their fists, biting with their teeth, and trampling with their feet, and now it was the turn of the woman of Sagitus to cry out for mercy, in a Turkic dialect that no one understood, but no one paid any attention to her, and in the raindrops of beating, her eyes were bursting, the corners of her mouth were torn, the bones of her chest were shattered, blood was spitting from her mouth, and her eyes gradually became white, and she could only breathe.

Beside her, the rout of Sagitus rode over and over again, but no one bothered to help her.

The bold pilgrim handed the woman's cutlass into the hands of the mother's murdered child, and kept shouting in German, "Cut down, cut down, hack down this barbaric pagan ****." ”

The child held the scimitar and looked at the body of his mother, who had died tragically, and then at the nomadic woman with a bloody face and a swollen face beneath him, and the other looked at him with a straight look in his eyes, as if he were asking for mercy or provoking.

With a shout, the blade stabbed the woman's neck from the child's hand, and then the child fell, feeling that the other party's blood and flesh were still struggling to resist the blade, so he crossed his heart, poofed twice, twisted the handle of the knife, and cut the other person from the neck and chest......

The procession of pilgrims, who had recovered from the chaos, began to rely on the camp of the Tetitius army, but the situation remained tense, as Merrick's elite army was not far away, facing each other and could surprise at any moment.

"Cross my letter through the line of fire and deliver it to Gawain, and tell him to quickly lead his army here, and the two sides will cooperate to attack Merrick." In the commander's tent, Tetisius asked Conrad and Guillaume to sign the letter with their names and seals, and then handed it to the captor, and said in a earnest tone, "If nothing happens, Gawain's two brigades should be in the Valley of Cabbage, southeast of Anglas." ”

"Leave it to me!" Theognes carried the flail behind his back, and the garment hung from the armor of the bow and arrows, the sickle, the leather case, the saber and other miscellaneous Rausch, took the letter and hid it under the close-fitting robe, covered with two layers of armor, and then bowed to the people in the tent.

The Catcher took advantage of the night to avoid the enemy's light cavalry and hunt night patrols, and was as agile as a night owl, and he was all too familiar with the terrain and roads of the Sakarya River. In the evening of the next day, he rushed to the Valley of Cabbage, and sure enough, he saw the well-organized camp under the banner of the Red Hand.

"Diognis, how did you and Tetisius abandon me when you were under Antioch, have you forgotten?" In the scarlet tent, Gao Wen, who received the arresting officer, held the letter and said these words with a hesitant face. (To be continued.) )