"Don't worry, we just need to guard this place and wait for the opportunity to take the city of Nicaea first." Bohemond showed no mercy.

Tancred's eyes were full of fire as he looked at the sight of the heathen on horseback, using bows, spears, and machetes at will, slaughtering the followers of Christ, and he couldn't agree with Bohemond in his heart, even if his uncle was for the kingdom of the Normans, but this behavior was too bad.

At this time, Wesat. Merlot commanded a hundred Brotherhood soldiers, with two or three hundred Lombard legions, and Biller and Bramson as his lieutenants, and had already come to a high ground with a cliff on the east side of the entire meadow, and could also overlook the bloody battle of the entire forest and meadows below, no, strictly a massacre. "What to do, marching master?" Bramson tugged at the reins and asked a thoughtful Merlot.

Merlot turned to see that on the side of the high ground here was the ruins of an abandoned fortress, who knows what age it was, the Archaic era? Roman times? Or was it constructed by previous emperors? So Mellot asked Dorus. Lambert, "You came here from Civet, what is this fortress called?" ”

"It seems that the local farmers call it the Axero High Gully." The so-called "high ditch" refers to the fact that in front of the ruins of this fort, there is a ditch that has been dug by hand, and has become deeper and steeper after being washed away by natural wind and rain.

"Biller, hold the team here, don't move around at will." After Merlot finished speaking, he and Bramson rode their horses and galloped to the fortress of Axero, which could still be vaguely seen in its original layout. But the stone walls were full of crumbling openings, and there were no gates at all. The surroundings are bare, with only a few shrubs surviving. "This is the only place to go."

Bramson looked to the other side of the heights, which happened to hold the passage to Civet, which meant that if they couldn't defend it, the Roma army would not only be able to break through Forsie's camp, but also drive long to Civet, slaughtering all the civilian pilgrims.

"Act and arm." With this slogan, all the soldiers of the Dalian Brigade rushed to the fortress of Axero, and they raised the banner of the red hand cross sword. The soldiers folded their shields as a gate against the enemy, and took up their positions in front of the deep ditch, blocking the left and right paths with several baggage and light carts.

At this moment, the corpses of the defeated pilgrims are full of hemp. Many people ran towards this side without a clue, "Don't mess around! "Bramson, Biller, and Dorus, who is familiar with the pilgrims. Lambert, all with the soldiers in formation. He waved and shouted at them, but to no avail, as louder screams rang out. The people at the front fell into the high ditch one after another. The fall was heavy and there were many casualties. The rest of the people did not pay attention to the instructions of the Red Hand Dalian team, and turned back. He ran headlessly in the direction of the Forzer camp, but in the middle of the way, he was intercepted by the galloping Roma light horsemen, and the saber was brandished, and the heads were rolling, and all of them were killed on the spot, and none of them were spared.

The soldiers' hands holding their weapons trembled almost as they did not know whether they were angry or afraid.

"All men, guard the military rules and posts, and do not cross this high ditch and all the flags and signs planted by the battalion officer beforehand. Wait for the arrival of the Grand Duke, and then make a calculation, the position of the head of my march is to supervise everyone and hold the high ditch of Exero. Seeing this sign, Merlot rode a horse and gave stern reprimands back and forth in front of the battle to stabilize the morale of the army.

By dusk, the Roma army had swept through all of the surrounding three guries, killing nearly 10,000 pilgrims, and besieging the camps of Folche and Rainold. In the vast twilight, the field was filled with the screams of the dying and the undead, and the vultures and crows flying in the sky, and the pungent smell of blood poured down the forest and into the high ditch of Exero.

Many of the soldiers could not hold it anymore and began to bend down and vomit.

Melo personally dismounted, sword in hand, and supervised the entire formation.

"Look at the torches of the Sultan of Konya" Bramsson walked back and forth in front of the procession, feeling that his heart was about to burst, and he saw the torches of the Turkic army, like a giant python, surrounding the camp of the pilgrims below, and then a group of "departed" torches, lined up in two columns, about the infantry, swaggering along the pass between Axero and Civet, very fast.

"Bramson, take your men down and kill them, or the entire camp of Chivet will collapse completely out of fear." Melo didn't expect the Roma soldiers to be so arrogant, so she said angrily.

Soon the battle unfolded in the pass below the mountain, and the rampant Roma soldiers did not expect that the fortress of Axero above, and a team of pilgrims who could fight, perhaps it was the daytime battle that made them completely relax their vigilance, so they were in the light with the pine light, and the bramson who were quietly attacking were in the dark, and the long swords and daggers of the soldiers of the large army were cold and light in the dark night, and the Roma soldiers covered their wounds, and fell down with short and passive casualties, and the torches were also thrown indiscriminately on the ground, flickering and swaying everywhere.

The remnants of the Turks fled, and Bramson captured a soldier alive and brought him to Merlot, "Call someone who speaks Turkic." The warden raised his hands and shouted, "Pagan dogs who do not believe in Allah, our army under the command of the Sultan will be able to break through this place tomorrow when the camp on the west side has been broken, and then all the intestines of your dogs will be wrangled out with knives, just as they did against your fellow believers in the daytime!" The captive shouted loudly, and kept shouting in Turkic, and Mellot did not bother to argue with him, so she raised her hand and gave Bramson a look.

Bramson and another fraternity knocked the captive to the ground, then pulled out his dagger, and the one next to him slammed it with the iron rod he carried with him, shattering all the captive's teeth, and then in a mixed scolding, the tongue was pulled out, "Cut off your dog's tongue first, then cut off your dog's head, and throw it into the horse manure." Bramson's dagger staggered back and forth, dripping with blood, and he lifted half of his tongue and stabbed it into the broken wall of the fortress

Then the body of the captive, whose head had been cut off, was dragged by Bramson with a torch to the edge of the ravine, and then kicked down, "Go to your lord!" Bramson threw the torch down, with a snort.

As a result, in the light that flashed in an instant, Bramson saw that at the bottom of the entire deep ditch, there were Roma soldiers wrapped in turbans and wearing helmets, densely packed, like ghosts crawling out of hell, silently climbing towards his side.

"Enemy attack!" Bramson's shouts suddenly resounded in the night sky.

"Allah is greater!" When the Roma soldiers saw that the enemy was aware of their movements, they shouted in unison with thunder and scrambled to attack them. (To be continued.) )