Eagle Byzantium

"Hey, hey, wake up, my brother Masoud!" Zengi on the other horse reached out and shook Markianius's shoulder. The noble prince who served in the army finally realized that everything before was just a dream.

Kukui behind him couldn't help but sneered.

Markianius shook his head fiercely, grabbed the reins and shyly led his mount one horse head ahead of the two to avoid their secret ridicule.

A few days later, the honor guard came to the beautiful Ohrid Lake. Everyone rested for a while, but everyone knew that the roar of the siege cannon on the battlefield of Durazzo not far away was already audible, and the early spring rain continued to fall in the jungle between the peaks, giving off the smell of rotting leaves. On both sides of the avenue, many local people who came to serve and help were pulling heavy gun barrels with strings of ropes. Markianius saw several injured soldiers lying beside a mule cart. Among them, doctors were taking care of them, but some needed to have their injured limbs amputated, and the mortality rate of doing so was more than half, and no one was exempt.

A team of Oghuz cavalry soldiers wearing high felt hats and carrying long and short muskets and ox-horn bows rode across the center of the avenue. The sound of horse hooves and the clanging of various weapons collided together. At the end of this team of cavalry soldiers, two donkeys were dragging a light shrimp-whisker cannon with a door and wooden wheels. It stumbled and jumped on the gravel road, making Markianius, who had some obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel very uncomfortable, as if it would flip over in the next second.

In any case, Markianius knew that he had arrived at the battlefield.

Unlike his previous rhapsody, the battlefield of Durazzo was completely without the romance of chivalry.

All the emperor's military camps were set up on the five hills surrounding Durazzo. New temporary dirt roads were dug around the Egnandia Avenue. Many soldiers and servants wearing straw raincoats and cloaks stood there with shovels and leather bags to clean up the accumulated water, because once it freezes in the cold, it will inevitably damage traffic and barriers. The artillery forts were constantly spewing out shooting smoke, and the black shells were like crows, making a whirring sound, flying towards the Durazzo walls that Maxianius could not see with his naked eyes.

Small teams of messenger guards rode on horses, shaking exaggerated feathers, holding spears with small flags tied to them, and shuttled between the terraced camps, shouting various emperor's orders loudly, which could be heard from afar.

Maxianius was unfamiliar with such a scene, but Basilisa in the sedan chair was very calm. She was used to it. Amid the cheers and salutes of large groups of soldiers beside the wooden fence, the sedan chair with the royal emblem was carried into the imperial camp of the Central Terrace Emperor. Basilisa and Basilius were both on the front line of the battlefield in Durazzo, bringing great encouragement to all the soldiers.

The scene inside the imperial camp was also different from what Maxianius had imagined: there were messy wooden stakes and tools lying everywhere, and most of the slaves in the imperial camp went to the front line to do what they were supposed to do. Stephen Gawain was wearing a cloak and holding a candle. He had a full beard and bloodshot eyes. He stared at the table without looking up, and kept giving orders to the messenger around him: "Advance to the north of Durazzo, cross the valley and dense forest where the enemy has fortified, and as long as we occupy the St. Michael's Monastery there, we can get a ready-made artillery fortification site, and we can bombard the walls of Durazzo from the side without crossing the river." "At the same time, we have to build two to three bridges and earthen embankments in the river branch area of ​​the target, and set up simple sluices to introduce ten to twenty jaeger longboats to seize positions on the opposite bank, transport stones, ammunition, hay and wood, and build a deep Enter the enemy's camp. Once the St. Michael's Monastery is successfully occupied, the camp here can echo there across the river, and can correct the position of the cannons in the monastery's artillery. "

"You two, go and give orders. Then go to the northern terrace, the task of attacking the St. Michael's Monastery will be given to the Red Hand Brigade, the task of building the bridge will be given to the Gimges Brigade, and Bramson on the northern line will be asked to send a brigade to reinforce here as soon as possible. Finally, the training of the surrendered soldiers in Mosia and Serbia will be completed as soon as possible. After the city of Durazzo is conquered, the two newly built large brigades will be used in the use of troops against Epirus and Moria..."

Finally, the emperor, who felt strange, raised his forehead and saw his wife standing in front of him smiling at him, as well as the gray-haired imperial ink officer Agnes, and three heroic young warriors.

The emperor placed the candlestick on the four-legged table covered with drawings, sand tables and documents, and then walked over and hugged Anna tightly. After all, the couple had been separated for more than a year. During this period, the emperor was always fighting outside, and the two could only communicate through letters. They had longed for each other.

Balsalisa finally became more rational. She broke away and told the emperor that you must give priority to arranging positions in the army for these three young people.

Gawain took a breath, patted Kukui and Zangi warmly, turned around and pointed at the map table, "The two battlefields will soon become the focus of the war."

So the two immediately came over, and Maxianius was left to one side. He whispered and wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a word in. He could only touch the hilt of his sword and lean against the door of the tent. The emperor quickly reached a consensus with the two: Kukui went to the shooting army of the Red Hand Brigade as a trainee centurion, and Zangi stayed in the royal armored cavalry regiment brought by Balsalisa, and served as a trainee cavalry commander under the commander General Goti.

The camp of the Armored Cavalry Regiment happened to be located on the second terrace, close to the river. Their mission was to serve as a reserve force and to support the two battlefields at any time. The Emperor had high expectations for them.

"The enemy has fled a lot now, and only about 12,000 of them are still fighting. They are roughly divided into three camps, one in the city, one in the flank position of St. Michael's Monastery, and another Guarding the pontoon bridge on the river. Also, the Hungarian side. I have learned the above news, so I will try my best to use a secret diplomatic offensive against the Hungarian troops remaining in the city to win over their weapons and camps and surrender to my camp. I can ensure their safe return to their hometowns." After the emperor finished his duties. , cheer you two up.

When Kukui and Zanji opened the curtain and left to rush to their posts, the emperor saw Markianias on the side, but the emperor was obviously not satisfied either. He teased the young man and said, "You should stay near the imperial capital. A Centurion..."

"No, I want to serve the empire on the battlefield as soon as possible, and also meet various heroes." The young man's tone was very stubborn.

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"Is the battlefield here the same as you imagined?" The emperor spread his hands and warned gently. "There are flames, stone shells, wounded and mud everywhere. The hard work of building forts and digging trenches is repeated. The enemy is stubborn to the end. They say they want to The false pope of Tuscany who died in exile is true. What I said before about their demoralization is true, but they are not so weak that they cannot kill people.”

"I want to plant the flag with a horsetail on the ruins of the gap in the city wall of Durazzo." But Macianias was still extremely stubborn.