It's a good day.

The sky is clear.

Turiados was dressed in a refined scale armor glittering with gold, and behind his back, an orange cloak fluttered in the wind.

At this time, he was wearing a long sword at his waist, standing on the hillside, overlooking the crusader camp below.

Behind him, nearly four hundred light and heavy cavalry, lined up in a loose line.

Most of them wore silk robes with a layer of chain mail, scales, and armor on the outside, and wore a covered chain mail helmet.

In the shadow of the hillside, more than 2,000 light and heavy infantry gathered were already ready for battle.

Time was short, and he was able to recruit so many people to help in such a short period of time, thanks to Isaac's great achievements in riding the black dragon and defeating the Imperial fleet.

This was a huge shock to the wallgrass.

The captain of the guard muttered in a low voice, "My lord, they should have already eaten, why do they seem to have no movement?" ”

The hill was still too far from the crusader camp, and it was so far away that it was hard to see what was going on inside the camp.

If it was close enough to the hill, it would not have been possible for Lothar to set up camp here.

Because this is likely to cause the enemy to come down and attack.

Turiados pondered for a moment, and then commanded, "Send a scout to the camp opposite, and probe the Franks." ”

"I see."

The captain of the guard immediately picked one of the cavalrymen who was the most difficult to deal with with him on weekdays.

The cavalryman's face changed slightly, and he did not dare to disobey the order, and urged his mount to gallop towards the Crusader camp.

"I am the messenger of Lord Turriados."

When he got a little closer, he reined in his mount and cried out, "Please don't let go of the arrows, I have important military affairs to discuss with your Earl." ”

Whoosh –

The voice just fell.

A sharp arrow pierced through his eye socket.

The cavalry fell on horseback.

Turiados on the hillside was not surprised, he clenched his fists and waved it with excitement on his face: "They eat, even if they eat breakfast in three shifts, the enemy will at least thirty percent of the soldiers will not be able to fight!" ”

The logic is simple.

Shooting the "messengers" he sent out meant that the Crusaders had discovered their poisoning.

Turiados is not a poison, but a laxative that works slowly, but once attacked, it will catapult for thousands of miles.

The taste is very light, and it is not harmful to the body, and it can even be said to be a good medicine for constipation.

Except for a few local herbalists in Cyprus, it is almost impossible to tell.

"The whole army is ready!"

Turiados shouted at the top of his voice.

The drums beat up.

The desolate sound of the bull's horn made the soldiers, who were originally hidden in the shadow of the hillside, come to the hillside one after another, revealing their figures.

They formed a formation and slowly approached the enemy camp down the hillside.

There's so much movement here.

The crusader camp was as silent as if everyone had died, which gave Turiados a hint of foreboding.

"The enemy can't run away, right?"

The captain of the guard hurriedly said: "Impossible, the scouts I sent have been keeping an eye on them, unless they can burrow into the ground like rats!" ”

Turiados was suspicious, but no matter how he calculated, his side had the advantage.

"March!"

The infantry phalanx slowly began to advance.

The archers under the command of Turiados, along with the light infantry of the group, came to the front of the line, lit their flaming arrows, and prepared to fire at the Crusader camp.

On the wooden wall of the crusader camp, twenty woodland archers suddenly jumped out.

Blessed by the group of bloodfalls, they easily drew their hundred-pound heavy bows and aimed at the archers who were rushing at the front of the enemy.

Bang –

The bowstring popped.

The powerful heavy arrow easily pierced through the armor of the enemy's scale armor.

Some of the arrows even pierced through the horse's belly, piercing the wooden saddle one after another, and shooting into the knight's body.

People neighed and horses chirped.

These 20 arrows are almost uncommon.

It is conceivable that if the woodland archers were already fully loaded, the light infantry phalanx would reach one hundred and twenty-five men.

In this round, the enemy's charging momentum was about to be crushed.

Boom –

The wooden wall was crushed by the Crusaders behind them with ropes, revealing the Crusader cavalry in a neat line behind them.

They wear over-covered chain mail helmets.

Dressed in a black cross robe on a white background.

The mount is equipped with Saracen-style horse armor.

The equipment of men and horses is like a torrent of steel ready to go.

The flag of the double-headed eagle with a black cross on a white background flutters.

Every Greek soldier who saw this scene couldn't help but chuckle in their hearts.

The Crusader knights fought side by side with their squires, and their formations were so tight that the knees of the two men could even touch each other.

Instead of the wedge-shaped formation that Lothar was accustomed to, it was arranged in two columns.

Of course, this has the advantage of having a stronger impact and a more effective killing effect on the enemy.

The downside is that your losses are likely to be huge.

"Heads held high, knights favored by the Virgin Mary and St. Lazarus."

Dressed in a black cloak depicting a dragon's head, the Earl came to the front of the procession, holding a knight's sword aloft in his hand.

There weren't many impassioned sermons.

Lothar swept in front of the formation, and the knight's sword in his hand collided with the knight's and squire's spears, making a sonorous sound.

This is a tradition of this era.

Encountering the boss's weapons meant that he could get the good fortune of Lothar, the legendary man favored by the gods.

After a lap, he stopped.

He took the spear from Pranya's hand, and pointed the tip of the sword far ahead.

"In the name of the Father."

"Crush them!"

The shouts rang out.

"Crush them."

In the tsunami-like shouts of the mountains, the knights, who were originally stationary, began to slowly control their mounts and trot forward in a relaxed and freehand attitude.

This is to accumulate horsepower.

Lothar, Prajna and Jeanne rushed to the front of the line.

The closer they got to the enemy, the faster the knights became, and the closed armor made it impossible for them to see the rain of arrows in front of them, as well as the spears like a forest.

All I could hear was the crackling of stones, the sound of arrows.

Fast!

Faster!

Fight into the enemy's ranks!

Crush these perfidious Greeks!

The knights were breathing rapidly, and the speed of their horses under their crotches was getting faster and faster.

When they could clearly see the panicked faces of the enemy in front of them.

Hmmm-

They leveled their cavalry spears, their irises fluttered in the air, and the whole cavalry, like a turbulent torrent, smashed into the enemy's formation.

Screams.

The sound of metal clashing.

The neighing of war horses.

And so on.

The army of Turiados felt like they were caught up in a storm.

As far as the eye can see, there are knights who are fully armed and look like little giants.

They raged, wielding flails, maces, and war hammers, trampling their own positions and slashing at the infantrymen who were hiding in disarray.

I don't know how long it took.

When the enemy cut through their own formations in this way, these Greeks just had a sense of happiness for the rest of their lives.

What caught my eye was the neatness of the army, and with the whistle of the knights of the imperial decree, it looked like an infantry phalanx advancing as a whole.

They were dressed in black robes, and the backs and fronts were painted with double-headed eagle emblems.

The wall-like shield array, and the sharp spearheads that extended from the gaps in the shields, made the Greeks, who had long since been torn apart, almost heart-to-heart.

Renault clenched his shield in his hand and followed the whistle with some nervousness.

He felt that he was not a living person at all, but a small part of this vast war machine, and he didn't even need to think, he just held the shield in his hand, obeyed the orders of the knights, and kept going.

Through the gap in the visor, he could see that the enemy position was almost in shambles.

Afar.

There was the sound of horses' hooves.

"That's the enemy's cavalry?"

Renault became even more nervous: "Where will they rush up, it can't be behind it?" ”

There are many thoughts.

But after a long period of training, he still keeps his mission in mind.

It's forward, forward, forward!

Ned, who stayed at the back of the team, showed a playful expression: "Sure enough, as expected, the enemy's cavalry is coming, and the Eagle Banner Brigade is ready to meet the enemy!" ”

The remaining veterans, lined up on both flanks of the line, placed their shields on the ground, took out a heavy javelin, and held it in their backhands.

In the blink of an eye, it was already a forest of javelins.

If they attack from behind, they will run headlong into the murderous Varangian guards with two-handed axes.

Perhaps placing them behind the cavalry and charging with the Crusader knights would have made it easier to tear apart the enemy's formation and achieve more impressive results.

But Lothar never regarded Turiados as his archenemy.

This battle is more of a battle of military training.

Only after a series of victories can these peasants and soldiers truly transform into an elite army!

There was a hint of trepidation on Turiados' face.

He clearly saw that his soldiers were being swallowed up by the crusader phalanx that was advancing like a wall.

It's like a giant hedgehog.

When your own soldiers are approaching.

Sharp spears would immediately reach out from behind the shield wall, knocking the poor Greeks to the ground.

Blood stained the earth.

The morale of their own side has long fallen to the bottom.

He could even see that the Crusader knights who had led the team to trample their formation into a mess had regrouped in the rear of their own ranks.

"I still have cavalry!"

"I still have cavalry!"

He muttered to himself as if he were grasping at a life-saving straw.

Then he saw his own cavalry, as they approached the enemy's flanks, and were smashed to the ground by the heavy javelins.

The Greek cavalry rushed to the front, and when they realized that the enemy had been prepared, they did not dare to approach again, and many of them simply broke away from the ranks and fled in all directions.

"Bastard!"

"How dare you do this!"

"You damn cowards!"

"This is how the martial virtues of the imperial people were defeated by you."

Turiados, who remained on the hillside, cursed in despair.

Then.

A cold touch came from the neck.

The cloaked girl crossed the blade of her sword in front of his neck.

"Seeing that you are so impassioned, why don't you die just now, with all loyalty?"

The female voice was cold.

Cellinina looked at Turiados, who was trembling, with a blank face.