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On the Cadmea Fortress, the frightened soldiers of La Zhong swallowed their saliva, endured the burning and pain in their throats, licked their dry lips, and looked at the wilderness below. About twelve fully armed Norman knights, holding lances, stood beside the spring as the rear guard. The rest of the people rode on horseback, removed their tents and luggage, and followed the passage to the ancient Delphi Temple, which was now full of gravel and weeds, and went away.

Tancred was on a stretcher, surrounded by cavalrymen to prevent the Greek enemy from discovering that he was seriously injured. This young warrior, who suffered a great loss in his first battle, stared at the blue sky in a daze. The scorching and unrestrained sunlight in the Greek mountains in late summer and early autumn pierced his face. The wound was extremely painful, but his mood was as gloomy and agitated as the Ionian Sea under the storm. "I met the warrior with red hand feathers this time, and I never even drew my sword from beginning to end." He stroked his right shoulder, his heart tangled.

"Sir, the road below may be easier." At this time, Raul rode past him, pressed his fingers on the edge of the helmet, and saluted.

At this time, in the Cadmea Castle, Metzjos, wearing a sword in disbelief, accompanied by several other fallen nobles, passed through the corridors and stables full of the impatience of the militia soldiers, climbed up the battlements, and held the battlements. "The group of Normans really retreated!" This man, still with a complicated expression, asked the bellman next to him who also had an expression of uneasy, until the people around him, one by one, looked from the battlements, and finally made a unified judgment: the Norman soldiers really retreated.

The flying ashes raised by the horses' hooves of the twelve Norman knights in the last palace formation gradually dissipated at the top of the mountain pass. Cadmea Castle was suddenly shrouded in the feeling of resurrection from the dead. The ragged soldiers hurriedly knelt in front of the holy statues of St. Dimitri and St. Theodore, and then rushed out of the castle gate and rushed to the spring at the foot of the mountain to scoop water to drink.

As a result, when Metzjos just walked out, he saw the soldiers in chaos and noise. Many people were pulled by their companions, fell to the ground, tore their clothes, rolled on the ground in pain, and many people vomited continuously - the spring water was poisoned by the Normans before they left.

Metzjos's face was tense, and he had already ripped open the cunning and vicious Normans more than a dozen times in his heart, but then he was happy again. Cadmea was saved, which meant that Athens and Corinth would be protected. No, even Thessalonica, the throat leading from the Greek region to the imperial capital, was saved by him, right?

In that case, he could really get the favor of His Majesty the Emperor in an instant, be awarded the title of court noble, be granted the army and land, marry the beautiful Ingrina, and finally be at the top of the "Official Chart" and reach the peak of life. Just thinking about it is really a little exciting!

Finally, the rest of the militia saw that the spring water had been poisoned, so they could only walk to the nearest Orthodox church to find a well to quench their thirst, but they found that it was also blocked by stones by the Normans. So a group of people worked hard to remove the rubble. Fortunately, the Normans at least believed in the Lord and had not abandoned their last shame to poison the Lord's temple, which really brought more than 300 people back to life.

Soon, a soldier on the lookout hurriedly rang the bell on the church's bell tower. Everyone panicked and came out one after another, but saw a small cavalry team galloping towards them on the road from the direction of Corinth. All the soldiers were dressed in scarlet clothes and had the appearance of Turks. The nobles who knew understood that this was the internal guard of His Majesty the Emperor.

So Metzjos, along with several nobles, stood by the road in fear and trepidation, bowing to the leading cavalryman carrying a horn and a trumpet, "Have the Normans retreated?"

"Yes."

The cavalryman nodded, and then handed a sealed document to Metzjos, "Now, the supreme commander of this war zone, Commander Count Stephen Gawain, is organizing a pursuit of the Normans. I hereby order the leader of the militia, Metzjos, to immediately arrange personnel to open up a passage for the army, escort baggage, and prepare fodder. Please do not make any mistakes."

Then, regardless of Metzjos's mood, the sealed document was thrown into his arms, and the cavalryman took out the horn and blew it, and then led the cavalry squad behind him, holding the flag, and ran towards Delphi, obviously to follow the retreating Normans.

"Chase the Normans, chase the Normans? This guy with a weird name called Gawain, whom I have never heard of in the imperial capital, is so stupid. He can report the victory to the imperial court after the Normans leave here by boat. Why bother?" Metzjos almost laughed at the earl commander who came out of nowhere.

But soon, on the road over there, shouts came like an overwhelming storm. Five hundred lightly armed cavalrymen and five hundred lightly armed infantrymen were sweating profusely. The leading general's cloak fluttered and he quickly left the team and came to Metzjos like a whirlwind. The beautifully embroidered quiver swayed slightly beside his boots. "Since you have received the military order, why don't you follow it!"

Metzjos thought to himself, who are you?

The next second, the general untied his cloak, revealing his two nostrils, which frightened Metzjos and his group and made them take two steps back. "I know you want to ask who I am. I am just a private slave of the Imperial Caesar. Do you know what's going on?" After that, the general pulled out a whip with a knot, "In that case, I will lead the army first. The military situation is urgent."

Looking at the back of Taitsius, Metzjos's brain has not yet come back to the road. Then he looked at the small nobles behind him, most of whom were from the countryside, staring at him, and waved his arms in discouragement, "We can't afford to offend the Imperial Caesar, so let's do what the noseless officer said just now!"

The Cuman and Turkmen cavalry passed by like thunder, and Metzjos and his group choked on the dust they left behind, carrying bundles of grass and firewood, and followed closely behind. The dream of Qi Se, a little ruined noble, could only be suppressed in his heart for the time being.

Near sunset, the Calabrian light cavalry, who were the last of the Norman troops marching in the wilderness with small flags, looked back and saw: on the hillside where they were walking, suddenly appeared the light cavalry in striking red uniforms, riding slightly shorter war horses, moving parallel and leisurely, and seemed to be tracking them.

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"Oh my, the Greek cavalry actually had the courage to catch up." Raul said to Tancred lying on the stretcher with a smile.