Eagle Byzantium

As soon as he finished speaking, Decius and Brumson's figures swayed slightly, and it was obvious that they were in a mood of falling from the top of a mountain - the Grand Duke had clearly awarded the fiefdom of Syria Gate to us, but now he was immediately going to cede it to Bohemond, which was simply "losing power and humiliating the country"!

But Gawain told them personally that they must overcome "fiefdom-centeredness" and that after destroying the Kingdom of Reuben in the future, I will grant you double the fiefdom and land, and I will never break my promise.

"What if you cede it to someone else one day?" Decius, who suddenly became more upright, questioned the Grand Duke with his neck erect.

But Gawain was not angry. He smiled and said to them, "Why do I have to take Vanka? Because it is the pass between the Taurus Mountains and Armenia, and controls two rivers that penetrate into the Danishmond Emirate. As long as we take this place, my army can go one step further and capture the real key fortress, Melitene. Yes, Melitene (also known as Malatya by the Franks and Normans) has always been the most important bridgehead of the Roman Empire for several centuries. If Samosata can control the Euphrates River and half of Mesopotamia, then Melitene is the key point to control Samosata. If we get it, we can go north to attack Darius. Nismond can also go south to suppress the Normans, and the river waterways it controls can completely solve the drinking water difficulties of our army, and can also use small boats to transport a large number of siege equipment, which is very cheap and effective! If we confront Danishmond for a long time in the north of Cappadocia, the other side can't attack, and we can't attack either, and it's just a waste of time and money. As long as we capture Fanka and Melitene, the large pastures and fields there are not enough for you and Decius to occupy? You are the pioneers of the future war against Danishmond, how can you grant your land and fiefdoms to others? "

"Sign a contract!" Although Decius was very excited, he was more straightforward.

"Okay."

At this moment, Branas raised his hand and asked the Grand Duke in a low voice with a face full of caution and confusion, "Where is your conquest and where will it stop?" Melo never asked this question, and people like Bramson and Decius didn't care about it at all.

"I will seize the Anatolian Plateau, and then... I will lead you to a more adventurous but more glorious cause..." Gawain smiled like a Varyag pirate, and pressed his hand on the candlestick. The remaining wax kept dripping and crackling on the table. The wind and rain outside were howling fiercely.

"But, but, you should not challenge the emperor's authority and learn from George the stablemaster." Branas' voice trembled.

"The only damnable thing about rebellion is that it didn't succeed." Gawain stared at the other party, pulled out the dagger stuck in the blueprint, and said slowly and confidently, "My lover and partner is Anna Ducas. I have the military strength of the Three Wings Brigade. I can firmly occupy the plateau. In the future, all the warriors here, including you, the Turks, Turkmen and Armenians, will gather under my command. I never have unrealistic fantasies. I am kind and cold, caring and decisive. I love all talents and make all enemies afraid, so don't confuse me with George, that impetuous fool. There is no reason for the world of this empire to belong to the Komnenos family. I will inherit everything that Anna and I deserve from my father-in-law, and then give you some incredible gifts separately. So follow me, Komnenos gave many people a reason to rebel against the empire, and I will never give you a reason to rebel against me, and neither will the empire of Anna and I in the future." After speaking, Gawain stretched his hand to the center of the table and the blueprint, which was an invitation gesture for partnership.

Melo shook hands without hesitation, and then the blade flashed, and Gawain used the dagger to cut his palm and his palm, and the blood mixed with each other. Gawain's fingers on the other hand smeared the mixed blood on the bridge of his nose and beard one by one to express his oath.

Then came the excited Bramson and Decius. As mercenaries who came from Germany and Sicily to make a living, they were of course overjoyed about Gawain's promise and the future prospects.

Branas gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while, and then he saw Gawain's enthusiastic face, and his bloody hand was still stretched out to him, and his heart was warm, "Then let's give it a try!" He also exchanged the blood covenant ceremony with Gawain.

"The first question from Branas just now was whether Reuben would hide in the Fanka Mountain Castle and not come out? This is how I solved this problem..." After the blood covenant ceremony, Gawain stood in front of the table and continued to point to the map and said, the sound of wind and rain outside was getting louder and louder, covering up the words of everyone.

In Antioch's original palace, Lord Bohemond had just woken up from the exquisite silk bed, yawning, carefully trimming his beard in front of the mirror, patting his cheeks, and applying light and elegant... Perfume, smile twice, make today better Feeling full of energy, he gave himself a high score, and then put on a loose silk robe of Saracen style, which was particularly breathable to escape the heat. He stepped on the crystal stone floor and walked slowly to the bathroom. He loved "Li" to death now. "Fante's life", "who wants to occupy the After settling in Antioch, why should I go to that holy city to suffer conquests? Perhaps only the Lord himself can continue to call me to leave here and embark on a new and arduous journey." Bohemond thought in his heart, and after finishing washing, he came. Go to the main hall with small gardens on all sides. A group of Saracen doctors, musicians and poets there bowed to pay tribute to him. Bohemond breathed a sigh of relief and lay on a luxurious silk couch in the middle. He didn't think about anything and listened to this group of people. Performing art in front of themselves one after another.

"Reward." Bohemond said with pleasure at first.

"Reward." After a while, Bohemond's face became dull.

"Reward," he repeated.

The shouts of "reward" came one after another until the end of half a day.

When the group of people dispersed, Bohemond raised his head, the white pillars behind him reflected in his eyes, bored.

It turns out that this is the life of a king. Thanks to that dead ghost Yagi for being able to endure it for more than ten years, Bohemond's mood has changed from being happy when he woke up in the morning to being full of irritation now: Bohemond recalled his youth, On the battlefield in Thessaly On the road, I braved the rain of arrows from the army of the Greek emperor Alexios and charged on horseback; I also thought of all the battles of wits and courage with Gawain in Italy; I also thought of Antioch, with the enemy and with the friendly forces. The turbulent years of fighting and fighting.

Overall, this kind of time is still exciting. Thinking of this, Bohemond's eye circles actually became a little moist.

At this moment, a messenger stood on the opposite porch and told him softly, "His Excellency Gawain, the Grand Duke of Anatolia, has a very important military formation document to send to you, my lord."

Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!

"What, there's a letter from Gawain!" Bohemond jumped up. (To be continued ~^~)