Eagle Byzantium

Then, all the lords on the St. Paul's Gate front, and their infantry and cavalry teams, gathered in front of the church according to the flags of their respective families, and quietly waited for the decisive battle in the future. The monks wore cassocks, confessed and prayed tirelessly, and led the common people to sing hymns to Jesus until night fell and the stars were shining brightly.

Gawain, Baldwin, and Raymond also rode horses along the Orontes River, taking their respective flag guards to their respective camps to arrange the attack mission.

At that moment, Raymond pointed to the Turkic camp on the other side, "First of all, the hill that Robert and I were guarding was occupied by Kobuha. In the past few days, there have been about two thousand people going up and down. The Turkic cavalry, guard, guard where, at the moment of decisive battle, there must be the front line of Kobuha, the front line position. "

Gawain was also on horseback. He followed what Raymond pointed at and stared. Sure enough, on that hill, the enemy's camp was brightly lit with bonfires. "Behind that hill?"

"It is a cross-cutting valley that leads to Daphne Jungle and is also close to the front of Kobuha Camp."

"Baldwin, tomorrow you take your troops and form a formation to challenge the hill. I will bring a thousand Turkic soldiers who have recently surrendered (most of them were captured in San Simeon Port), carry bows and arrows, and join us. Your team. Mix them with all the Cilicia archers and hide them behind your front team."

Listening to Gawain's instructions, Baldwin nodded, "I will cover them all. When the Turks get close, I will order a volley."

"Yes, after catching him off guard, you ask everyone to attack the hill; I will lead three brigades and all the red-handed cavalry behind you, and Lord Raymond will support you on the flanks. , The three-pronged approach made it impossible for Kobuha to resist." Gawain clenched his fists, and then made a gesture, "All the war horses are concentrated on Lord Raymond. According to Bohemond's original plan. subordinates, act according to circumstances.”

"It's over, no problem at all!" Raymond said fiercely, with great determination and fighting spirit, "Tomorrow, just wait for me to raise the flag at Iron Bridge. Iron Bridge."

When Gawain returned to the camp, all the soldiers had a full dinner under the control of Mero, then removed and buried the stoves surrounded by their respective tents, and removed the horses and antlers blocking the exits of the camp. After being moved away to reveal a clear road, all the luggage was piled up in their respective tents and placed. Then the flag bearers stood at each passage. The soldiers carried infantry spears, swords and shields, bows and arrows, and other long and short weapons. A neat line was formed. After Gawain walked into the crimson tent, it was almost the first hour and a half in the morning. From Antioch to the Orontes River, there were faintly shining strange lights, but even Gawain could not tell clearly what they were. Is it the reflection of the weapons of both armies, the projection of the river under the starlight, or something else?

"Hetomia, get the pen and other stationery." Gawain walked over and sat on the chair. He had already put on his armor and sat down with the sword of phosphorous fire horizontally on his knees, trying to adjust his breathing.

The Orson girl stood up and saluted hurriedly but without any panic, then quickly took the requested stationery and sat down opposite Gawain.

"Okay, I'll write it myself. It's a personal letter to Anna." Gawain signaled that Hertomia didn't need to stay.

"I am a confidential document. For me, there is no distinction between private and public. The letters exchanged between you and Princess Ziyi are even less so." But the girl from the Ossen family is very stubborn. She is loyal to her duties and believes that This is entirely the obligation of a confidential officer. "You don't have to worry about confidentiality at all. Hertomia guarantees it with her own life and death."

"Okay..." Gawain could only succumb to this stubborn girl, "To make a long story short..." Then the Grand Duke turned his back and lay down on the hard chair back with some relaxation, "Just In a word...Dear Anna, I hope I can kiss your eyebrows well after the victory."

Then he looked at Hertomia who was holding the pen with some embarrassment, and said expressionlessly, "With all due respect, if you really want to express your nostalgia for Her Royal Highness, there are many other elegant words to replace it. No, my It means that there is no need to be so market-oriented, as if the princess’s virtues and advantages have been completely visualized and turned into a pair of eyebrows.”

Gawain held his forehead and waved his other hand twice. Hertomia also noticed her gaffe just now, so she stopped talking and faithfully followed the Grand Duke's original words and quickly wrote on the letter, and then He stood up and saluted, "The whole camp will be dispatched in an hour and rush to the battlefield. I will remind you outside the camp at that time, please rest well during this time." Then he left.

In the entire Fei tent, Gawain was left alone, lying there. He looked at the wooden beams across his eyes, and slowly took out the "captured Prince Reuben's" from the box beside him, wrapped in silk. "Seven Ridges Little Crown", savor it carefully there...

On the other side, in the entire Turkic camp, thousands of soldiers knelt before the muezzin, facing the direction of the Kaaba, and chanted words praising Allah and the Prophet. Among them, Kobha and Budakis knelt in the front. After finishing the homework, when all the Turks also began to prepare for battle and line up for battle, Kobuha returned to his tent and stared at the magical hourglass. Then he looked around and said to the astrologer who was crawling on the ground, "Today, I will use victory to verify your divination." After that, the prince of Mosul strode forward and pulled out the closed cork at once. Then, grains of fine sand began to fall rapidly in the hourglass, which made Kobuha feel very happy. Everyone in the tent shouted the slogan of "must win". "Behind me, there are countless Mosul subjects' support and prayers!" Kobuha walked out of the tent with high spirits. Looking back, the sky had already turned pale.

Then, he turned around and looked at his own formation standing in front of him like an ocean. On the hill facing the Iron Bridge Fortress, there were two black flags, each with a famous verse written in white,

"Every hoof print of the horses that the believers graze during Jihad carries the blessing of Allah."

"Oh Allah, how I wish to enter your city and become a glorious Jihad martyr."

The correct version in 16-9 Book and Bar!

The black night clouds were constantly dispersed by the turbulence of the wind. As always, it was a dry day in Antioch today, especially suitable for using weapons and fighting a life-and-death bloody battle in the vast wilderness. (To be continued ~^~)