"O St. George!" Peter turned his head and shouted in an instant.

"Throw the sword!" The sword of phosphorus fire in Gawain's hand, with a small half circle of firelight, flew out directly, this is indeed the melee skills of the Norman knights, this is what they learned from the enemy Franks when they were pirates in their early years as pirates besieging the Frankish Empire, but what flew out was a sword, not a battle axe commonly used by the Franks.

The sword of phosphorus fire, impartially, and the eagle of Zahath, above Peter's head, collided together, with great momentum of the sword of phosphorus fire, and even knocked the eagle upside down several feet, and then a small blue-green sun exploded, and the eagle's feathers with fire floated all over the forest, and the flesh of this noble bird was destroyed in an instant, and many branches trembled in fear, as if countless ghosts were wailing and screaming at the same time, and even the stars of the snowy night dissipated their light.

At last, the devil's sword, falling straight down into the snow, surrounded by fire, and the leaves and branches burned in the phosphorus fire, emitting a faint light, and Gawain came over, drew the sword again, and looked at Bohemond.

The three Norman knights behind him, who didn't even have the courage to think about it, fled in spite of all worldly adversaries and beasts, except demons.

"Bohemond, I'm here to send you to hell where you feel fearless." Gawain raised his sword and walked over.

Bohemond stumbled under his feet in fright, and smashed the Maza below, he lost his composure just now, and grabbed his sword, "What a legend tonight, O Varyag with an unsheathed sword, I will live and tell the world of your evil done to God and believers." After saying that, the man in black in the cloak hurriedly brought two horses, Bohemond jumped up, the man in black stepped on the other one, and several other knights raised their swords and shields to protect them, and then Bohemond waved his hand and gave the order, "Crossbowman, shoot Peter." ”

Gawain's ears twitched, and although he himself couldn't believe it, he did hear a small voice in the distant woods beside him, "Could it be that the falcon's genes have also been plundered by me?" His eyes followed the sound, and he saw three figures, two with short clubs, one full of the Danish recurve bow in his hand, and then three arrows tore through the air, spun in different directions, and flew towards Peter.

"Don't call St. George, I'm your protector!" Gawain sprang and knocked Peter down, three arrows flying over his head and side, and a Norman knight who was running with his back to them was hit twice in the back, grunted, and fell to the ground without moving.

The horses' hooves sounded, and then three archers screamed and rolled down from the woods where they were in ambush - and a warrior shouted in Greek, "Bohemond, you can't escape this time!" "Stepping on the corpses of the archers, and taking a few other riders, he flew out halfway and chased in the direction of Bohemond's escape.

Bohemond looked back and laughed wildly, "It turned out to be a vicious dog raised by Emperor Komnenos, and after three months, it still caught up with me!" ”

The knights immediately turned back to fight, trying to block the "vicious dog samurai" for their master, and one of the knights fell half-kneeling, raised a small crossbow, and flew an arrow at the rushing samurai.

The warrior turned the horse's head and attached his body, and the long Norman-style irises shield he was carrying just hung down, and the crossbow arrow was blocked with a "bell", and then on the galloping horse's back, the warrior got up again, and unknowingly pulled the horse bow in his hand, and returned an arrow, and the crossbow knight screamed, and was hit by an arrow in the face, and fell on his back to die.

"I am the Emperor's border guard, Diognis. Atrilas, Norman bandits descend! The warrior shouted, and then he dismounted, drew a club-like weapon from his saddle, and fought with the three Norman knights who rushed at him.

Gawain could scarcely see the skill of the Byzantine captive, for he was not at all like the Normans who won with brute force and courage, but more akin to the lightness of the Turks and the cunning of the Greeks, and the peculiar long stick in his hand, nay, was in fact a very difficult iron-headed flail, dancing like a sea serpent, first slashing the shin of a Norman knight and causing him to fall to the ground unable to move—and then Theognes turned the movable iron head at the front of the flail like a windmill, and repelled the enemy attacking from the flank, and stepped forward in a few steps, Approached the famous Norman knight who was blocking in front of him.

The knight instinctively raised his shield to protect his body, but Diognis quickly stretched out the flail, and the iron head spun, bypassing the protection of the shield, and smashed on the top of the opponent's head with an arc, with a crisp sound, the other party didn't even shout, his head was bloody, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, and then fell.

Then, with a backhand, the catcher knocked the one on the side to the ground.

On the hill opposite Bohemond, a few of Theognes' men, armed with spears and bows, drove Bohemond and the man in black back, and there the captor was waiting for him with a flail!

"Today is really the day of Satan's apparitions, and the evil dogs and the devil are haunted by me." At this time, Bohemond did not forget to joke, and then he shouted and urged his horse, and with his sword in hand, he pounced on Diognes in an attempt to break the net.

As soon as Theognes bent down, Bohemond's blade brushed against the shield he was carrying, and then Theognes threw the flail out of his hand, and the iron-headed flail spun and flew for some distance, and smashed firmly into the leg of the man in black's mount who tried to escape from the other way, and the horse broke and threw the man in black off his horse.

Several of the riders of the oncoming guards forced Bohemond's horses to stop with swords and spears, and Bohemond held his long sword and slashed at them on the opposite side over and over again, but the other party dodged and did not have any effect at all, and could only roar to vent his dissatisfaction.

Diognis played a noose with great agility, like a shepherd's lasso, and swished around Bohemond's neck, and then with a pull, the Norman leader was dragged upside down to the ground, "Bastard Diognes, how dare you do this to me!" He cried out, and got up, but Diognis took two steps back, and pulled and pulled, and Bohemond was dragged to the ground again, and the rope was so strong that it was cut with his sword, and it looked like an animal, and several times in a row, Bohemond could only gasp for breath, and cried out, threw his sword aside, and lay down on the ground, and struggled no more—and the officers of the captor rushed up, and put a wooden pole on his back, and tied him firmly with a rope.

"I will give you a ransom, my clerk will give you a large sum of money in two months, you must not mutilate me with such a noble status, you must keep me safe in the meantime." Bohemond was brought before the captor.