The next day, while the morning star was still there, Ode rode on horseback, clinging to the banner of his family and his domain, and behind him about a thousand infantrymen, about three hundred of whom were his guards, armed to varying degrees with helmets and chain mail, as well as shields, spears, and swords, and the rest of the seven hundred pilgrims, many with iron forks and flails in their hands, left the field beneath the castle of Gangara, and went into the winding valley in search of the hope of food. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Then the pilgrims besieging Gangara set up camp in a valley several miles southwest of the city, surrounded by mountains and forests, and their tents were as numerous as dust. Then Raymond, Miles, Alban, Guillaume and the rest of the lords selected about 15,000 of the able-bodied men who were still fighting and continued to storm Fort Gangara from all sides.

But the 800 Turkic defenders in this fortress were still very tenacious, throwing countless stones and arrows, and the strength seemed to be endless, plus the fortress was built on raised stone hills everywhere, which was very steep and difficult to attack, the water source was a separate deep well in the city, and the warehouse was also stocked with enough food. So the pilgrims fought for a whole morning, paying a terrible price, and the corpses were strewn across the steep slopes and moats, but there was no progress.

Restless, Raymond sent a small team of light horsemen to the valley to inquire about the progress of Count Ode.

The cavalry of this squad marched through a narrow and long valley for about ten guli, and slowly the road became clear, and at last they saw a group of armed pilgrims left behind in a trumpet-shaped valley, all of them kneeling in a few unripe wheat fields, and were struggling to beat the grain with their flails, and some of them were making fires to roast the grain before eating—after all, they were half hungry to death a few days ago, and now they will not let go of anything that can be put in their mouths.

"Where is His Excellency Count Oude?" The leader of the cavalry squad shouted with the reins.

The answer was that, because there were more fields ahead, Count Oude had already gone on with his men and horses to investigate.

"Don't start a fire as you like, for it will expose our presence." The leading scout looked at the gloomy and barren ridges on either side, full of clear gravel rocks, mixed with some dense low bushes, and a few traces of the path that the shepherds and herds had long trodden, and reminded him uneasily, and then turned back to report to Raymond the slightly encouraging news: even if the wheat fields were not yet ripe, as long as there was something to eat, it was better than anything else, and many women and children in the camp had begun to eat bark and grass.

At this moment, the leader of the scouts was twisting his horse's head, and suddenly he saw a pile of small trees on the barren ridge on his left that seemed to be shaking suddenly, and he thought it was an illusion, but soon he heard the sound of an arrow passing over the top of his helmet, and the sound of the buzzing sound of the arrow feathers rubbing against the air vibrating.

Then the humming sound grew louder and denser, and the leader of the scouts raised his face in fear: between the narrow mountains, the shadows of arrows flying, tore through the faint sun-hillside and stones overhead, and suddenly appeared countless hideous-looking pagan soldiers, all of whom held bows made of poplar wood, which were extremely resilient on the plateau, and affixed with layers of delicate horns or tendons of animals, which were extremely powerful and objective recurve bows, and shot two feet of arrows, and were endless.

The arrows continued to fall or slide, shooting the poles and leaves in the wheat fields to a thousand holes, and the bloodstained wheat leaves were rolling and flying in all directions, and the pilgrims covered their necks or abdomen, and the tail feathers of the arrows that were shot into them fell headfirst into the ground, and the timid ones simply fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. The whole team panicked, and the people kicked over the campfire, and the uncooked wheat grains were scattered all over the ground, and there were fleeing figures and screaming for help.

At the same time, in the woods, suddenly there were flames, and it was Danishmund's ambush soldiers who pierced the ropes with logs, bales of straw, and flammable materials, lit them with fire, and pulled them down the hillside and then pushed them down, and soon dozens of such flaming logs ran down the entire canyon, and the sound shook the earth, like the end of the world, rolling down from both sides, crushing everything, and everything that stood in their way was rolled flat and burned, and several pilgrims who tried to climb the hillside were instantly hit by these logs, and then rolled over, Reduced to piles of burning carrion.

The scout's horses let out an ominous cry, his eyes were filled with fire, the way back from the valley to Gangara was cut off by rolling logs, the forests on both sides were burning, and the flames were raging, and he looked back at the other side, countless Turkic soldiers raised their banners and shot down an overwhelming array of fire, and it seemed that the front team of Count Oude was about to be destroyed.

This is an ambush preset by the Danishmonds!

"Rush over and report to Lord Raymond." The scouts scrambled to utter a desperate cry to rush out, drew their swords, and ran toward the burning woods—where the Danishmund's soldiers who had rushed down from the ridge let out a terrible cry, straddled over the raging flames, and then lined up to block the exit passage, and then shot one arrow after another at the string.

The scout cavalry was shot one after another, some of them were covered with arrows, dead but their mounts were still galloping, it was a desperate and tragic scene - when the billowing smoke came out and drifted straight over Gangara, and from the exit of the valley, several horses full of arrows and blood ran out, and rushed to the pilgrim camp besieging the city, many people saw the continuous flashing fire of the valley, and the shouts of killing from far and near, and they couldn't help but tremble, "Lord Oude is finished, we are finished" In front of a noble and splendid tent, the Duke of Guillaume hurriedly stepped on his horse and threw down all the treasures and treasures, and he cursed that "Raymond's stupidity and greed have ruined the whole Pilgrimage, and the holy spear in his hand is a fake, a mockery and deception of the devil!" With that, the duke, under the protection of dozens of loyal Aquitaine knights, mingled with the huge flow of defeated and fleeing people, abandoned the siege position northwest of Gangara, and hurried to the position of Mikhail's army in the rear.

"What, all the centaurs in the west have run away?" Under the front gate of Gangara, Count Miles of Bray was surprised, "The Turks have killed from the other side of the valley?" Report to Lord Raymond and ask for his decision as soon as possible. ”

Because there were too many camps besieging the city, and it took about half an hour in the chaos for the news to reach Raymond's ears, and the one-eyed lord was even more shocked and stuttered, "Gather, concentrate, concentrate, in, in front of the valley, array, carry it, it is victory." (To be continued.) )