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"Who's in front of you!" Gawain staggered under the purple flag, whistling in front of the wind and smoke, and asked, one hand constantly pinching the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if struggling to suppress his emotions.

"Barromeo, the commander of the detachment, he was also in charge of the formation just now." The answer was so, and then Gawain looked at it, and the entire department was divided into two armies in the front and rear according to the traditional Byzantine defense model, and the last elite soldiers and red hand detachments formed a reserve on top of the Gaofu in the back.

At this time, fifty elite Turkic cavalry had spread out like a fan to avoid the arrows fired by the Byzantine army.

"This will not be able to withstand the enemy's surprise attack, merge the second formation into the first formation, and the military servants will all carry their weapons!" Gawain shouted, and then Fityas, beside him, waved the purple and white-edged battle flag, and the drums rang out.

"Gawain, go up with peace of mind, the red-hand detachment is guarding your rear and serving as a reserve at any time." At this time, Farov, who was lined up at the foot of the mountain high behind, stood under the red hand banner and cheered for Gawain loudly.

The second group of Byzantine soldiers, who had been the elite from all over the Adriatic, stood up, and now saw the Count Commander riding down the cliff alone, and fighting side by side with him, and suddenly soared into the sky with great courage, and then they were in full armor, their flags were flying, and they roared in the direction of Gawain's finger on the horseback on the right, holding spears, swords, and sabers, and soon staggered together with the light soldiers of the first formation and the Benevento crossbowmen.

"Shoot the infidel horse!" Francisco shouted in front of the formation, and then all the crossbowmen lined up in a row, and the crossbow arrows swept overwhelmingly, and the first dozen Turkic eagle riders immediately turned to the ground, and the rest did not know how to retreat, and continued to fly with their horses' hooves, regrouped into the formation of sharp arrows, and then on the back of the galloping horse, drew the bow and pulled the string, and threw a wave upward.

Sharp arrows fell in clusters, and many Byzantine unarmored light soldiers in front of them wailed and fell back and forth. "Back off, back off!" Barromeo, the commander of the detachment at the front, waved his command staff, but the hoplites in the second formation behind him had already pressed closely, and the light troops had no way to retreat, so they could only be caught between their gaps, acting as a "stuff" to defend against the Turkic cavalry.

In an instant, the Turkic eagle horsemen lifted their horses one after another, crossed the horse barrier in front of the Byzantine team, and then waved their scimitars, and the heads and stumps flew around, but the Byzantine Greek soldiers were also dead and dead one after another, and there were human faces everywhere, terrifying, numb, wounded, hesitant, excited, and the weapons in their hands, no one knew whether they had stabbed and hit the enemy, but they were just holding each other down in this way, and they struggled forward.

Eagle riders continued to fall, and they were greeted by the trampling of countless boots, and the treatment of a man being cut down by a dozen swords—the dense formation of Byzantium, even if the casualties were enormous, remained like a towering reef by the sea, unbroken and shattered. The Roma soldiers in the back saw that the horses under the hips of the eagle riders kept fleeing in front of them, while the Greek front in front was still standing still, and many purple and blue flags were still standing, and many people's hearts began to drum.

In fact, the courage of the Turks was not much stronger than that of the Greek soldiers, and even less than that of the Norman and Frankish knights, so to win on the battlefield, the Turks mainly relied on the courageous actions of the elite, and the rapid combat raids, as well as the religious fanaticism that could show magical effects from time to time.

But if these methods don't work, then they will be killed and injured just like ordinary people, and they will flee in fear.

What is certain is that after ten minutes, almost none of the fifty Rhôm Sultan's favorite eagle horsemen survived, and a few scarred corpses were lifted up and thrown into the wasteland outside the Byzantine army's foot. "The strongest one bless us!" Many front-line soldiers and servants, shouted excitedly.

Over there, Gawain, who was holding the entire military flag, began to flutter in his eyes, the damn Icelandic poisoned wine worked, his heart was full of desire to vent, the idea of killing, he saw that the Roma Turkic brigade was still hesitating and preparing to use bows and arrows outside the arrow, so he raised his horse's hooves, and then Gawain held the military flag high, and galloped up quickly, and actually rushed out of his own formation, and came directly to the opposite line of thousands of men and horses of the two armies.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell silent, and everyone, whether they were friends or enemies, stared under the iron helmet, looking at Gao Wen, who was carrying the battle flag, and the bows and arrows in their hands were in a state of full readiness. It's Stephen. Gawain looked like he had a beard under the excitement of the poisonous wine, and then he pulled out the sword of phosphorus fire on his belt, "No one can escape the fear of the battlefield, the way now is to burn your fear, give the enemy greater fear, overwhelm them, we will rush directly to the city of Nicaea!" ”

Then, under the raised dark blue sword, the soldiers on both sides shouted in unison, and the arrows frantically intertwined and collided above Gawain's head, "Follow Lusail, let's go to Nicaea City together!" Many of the people in the front team rushed at the Roma army with weapons and flags in their arms, after the arrows of their left and right companions fell.

Then, in the narrow valley, the frontal fronts of the two armies all collided together, man to man, war horse to war horse, banner to flag, weapons wrestling with each other - Gawain howled like a wolf in the chaotic crowd, clashed left and right, straightened his ankles, cooperated with the stirrups to clamp the horse's belly, rode like a Norman knight, wielded the sword of phosphorus fire, he had completely forgotten Peter's admonition, and kept slashing blue flames, and let out a violent laugh, which was simply invincible.

"What kind of brave man is the enemy, or what kind of devil is there?" Crimson Hawk's Gilligi. Arslan, frightened and angry, stood up, bent the whip in his hand and rattled.

At this moment, at the other end of the canyon cut off by rolling logs and fireballs, the battle situation in Byzantine Rome can be described as bleak, especially in front of the pass, Tetisius reluctantly ordered to hand over the Constantine imperial flag to the fourth part behind, and then all the soldiers held the Greek round shield above their heads, like a moving duckweed, and the mules and horses overlapped with the unarmored military servants and craftsmen, filling the valley floor. Emperor Isaac. Komnenos hid pathetically under these shields, slowly moving out of the pass. The Turkic warriors above can easily hit their targets with bows and arrows and falling rocks without aiming at all, and this place is like hell, no matter who is alive or not, the dead and wounded are lying together.