"Is this necessary?" Gawain pulled his bridle and said.

"Of course it is, I'm your boss." Bohemond didn't let up.

"This kind of boss, please don't take it seriously." As soon as Gawain finished speaking, the Calabrian crossbowmen behind the wooden fence stepped forward one after another, raised their crossbow machines, and faced the priest who was riding on top of Sabina.

And the guards and servants around Gawain also surrounded him with weapons and shooting gear.

The two sides confronted each other across the wooden fence and the trench, and it was about to break out.

Gawain looked left and right, and then said to Bohemond, "Duke of Apulia, I think that although I am from the land of Varyag, I am still a little different from you, no matter where the Normans go, bandits are bandits, and their habits seem to be unchangeable. ”

Then, the curtain on the shoulder was lifted by half of the corner, and Agnes. Plani's delicate and cold face appeared, and then he turned his head in a mechanical tone and said to Gawain, "Ah, dear, didn't you say you were going to take me to the Holy Land?" Is this coming? Ahh

"It's only time to get to Bithynia." Gawain raised an eyebrow and didn't look at Agnes.

"Ah, dear, I see, there must be at least one or two hundred ancient miles." After speaking, Agnes finished with a blank face, and mechanically lowered the curtain again.

"The woman on the island of Respos, I found her from Civet, and after spending a hundred gold coins, I abducted her from the family, don't mind what she says, the girls of that island are so stupid." Gawain then straightened up on his horse and pointed to his shoulder.

Shoulder-to-shoulder. If it weren't for Anna's protection, Angry Agnes would have rushed out to fight this brute.

Bohemond glared fiercely. Then he waved his head in the direction of the north, "Go with Godfrey to camp on both sides of the city." Far away from us, most of the loot and exploits after the city is broken will belong to us. ”

"We'll see, my boss." Gawain, without dismounting, turned and followed the wooden fence of the Norman camp toward the north side of the city of Nicaea, and raised his middle finger at Bohemond

In the swaying shoulders, through the gauze curtains and cloth curtains. Anna was relieved to see the Norman camp slowly moving away, but then she saw that on the left side of the procession stood the ruins of the abbey, with the marks of smoke and fire, and the great brute stood there, looking here and there. Nestled in Nicaea by the Norman tents and wooden fences, Constantine Tim Gate, "The great barbarian, actually shed tears" Anna's heart tightened and the curtain was lifted. Said to himself.

She obviously saw from a distance that Gawain's eyes were shining with tears, but she turned around in the blink of an eye. Riding a horse past the procession, he ran away

One day. Gawain's 6,000 armed men, and Godfrey and Baldwin's 8,000 horsemen. They arrived on the east and north sides of the city of Nicaea: the three of them rode out of range of the towers of the city walls, looking at the marvellous city.

"How many towers does the city really have?" Baldwin grinned and couldn't help but ask.

"I called my Turkic servant, and he rode along the city wall on horseback to count - but he has not yet returned, and will not return until tomorrow morning, and if he misses one, he will be driven to death by some symptom." Gawain said, Godfrey laughed and shook his head, "It's so difficult to capture such a city, we need reinforcements and help from that Greek emperor." Taking advantage of these words, all three of them turned their eyes to the mighty lake over there, "This lake is so huge that it also connects the road to Konya and the whole of Anatolia, that is"

"As long as the lake is there, it will be difficult for us to completely besiege the city, and the heretics can use it and ships to get supplies from the outside. And we have no way to fence this lake or fill it in. Baldwin concluded.

"Not necessarily." Gawain groaned, looking at the northeast of the lake, the same rolling mountains and hills.

So the two brothers set their eyes on Gawain, "There is a tactic called 'besieging the city and sending reinforcements', have you heard of it?" ”

The two brothers hurriedly shook their heads, indicating that the term had not been heard of since we were born.

Gawain cleared his throat, "Well, this is a subtle tactic of the Roman Empire (in fact, he is nonsense). Then he raised his horsewhip and pointed to the city of Nicaea, saying, "For this city with extremely strong fortifications, if you rely on a hard attack alone, even if you succeed, you will suffer huge losses. And besieging the city for reinforcements, that is, we will surround it first, because Nicaea is the heart of the capital of the Surelman Kingdom, and he will definitely send all the troops and horses of the whole country to rescue it, and here we are-" Gawain turned and pointed to the mountains and roads to the northeast, "This is the place where any Konya pagan army that comes to rescue must pass, set up an ambush, first lure them to attack with a frontal position, and then use the ambush force to crush them with horizontal guns!" Gawain made a stabbing gesture with his horsewhip.

This tactic is very novel, but it is also very subtle, "as long as the main army of Surelman comes to the rescue is completely defeated" Godfrey's eyes lit up.

"Then not only will Nicaea return to us sooner or later, and then pass through the whole Anatolian road, but this pagan sultan will not have the strength to cause me great trouble, and if he is still in the city, we will bind him and send him to the city of Rome to be presented to the Holy See." Sure enough, Gawain gave such an answer.

"It's worth a try."

"But I don't need Frankish knights for this battle." Gawain's following words made Godfrey, who had just become excited, quite angry, and clenched the hilt of his sword, "What are you talking about, Gawain!" ”

"Because the group of knights under your command fought in a disorderly and uncontrolled manner, once the ambush is discovered, then it may be us who will be defeated, but the topography of this city, if it is defeated by the Turks, where is there to retreat? It will be annihilated. Gao Wen's tone is very serious and serious, he understands that in any battlefield in his life, he must plan and act, otherwise he will lose even more, and the magic of use is the fundamental difference between good generals and mediocre generals, heroes and laymen.

Godfrey also lost his temper when he said this, but he couldn't run to restrain military discipline now, it was already too late, so he was still a little angry, "Then Gawain, what should I do?" ”

"I need a squad of Norman knights, and the Emperor's troops." Unexpectedly, what Gawain said later was even more astonishing, "Bohemond, please ask the prince to negotiate; As for the emperor's troops, leave it to me. ”

"Very good, then it will be decided, leave it to you, do a good job of Gawain, we are going to the Holy Sepulchre together." After Godfrey finished speaking, he glanced at Gawain twice, and then he and Baldwin turned their horses' heads and headed towards the Frankish camp north of the city.

Gawain let out a long breath, and then immediately stood still, looking at the rushing and fading lake, and the grass and trees at the water's edge, Sabina also raised her head, and accompanied her master in silence, all the scenery around her was very familiar to her. (To be continued.) )