Eagle Byzantium

"Submitting to Bohemond means a death of slow humiliation, no doubt about it." Hercules' father waved his hand, his tone very sure, "We have followed Tancred to fight since Nicaea, and we have been at his side, but since his sword can kill Barak now, it is consistent with his usual logic to kill us. What is the third way? Join Gawain? No, no, no, my intuition tells me that there are only two outcomes to doing this. One is that he will sell us to Bohemond to slaughter us, and the other is that we will be slaughtered directly by Gawain... ”

“Father, and respected Commander Sir Fel, I now have a third way, although it is only temporary, but it is still feasible.” Beside the stone pillar, beside the burning bonfire, Hercules’ face slowly turned around, and under the light of the fire, he looked very resolute and decisive, “That is to unite the nobles of Marash and simply surrender to the chieftain of Danishmond, but before that, we must do it once and for all, and take the initiative to attack Richard’s camp before Tancred can do anything to us!”

What! A black exclamation exploded in the hearts of Parkard and Fel. This is simply a crazy act.

But the brave young man Hercules then walked to the wooden table, pulled out a dagger and carved the situation on it, "We regard Lord Defer as the new leader of the Ani warriors, commanding all forces in the areas of Tubercena, Lavodera and Marash. Then send three teams of messengers. One team will bring a letter of surrender to confuse Gawain. Whether Gawain agrees or not, it can create a rift between him and Bohemond and disrupt their deployment; one team will rush to Melitene with a letter of surrender, offer an oath of allegiance to Merick, and invite him to go to Marash to help; the last team of messengers will be led by you, Lord Fer, with 500 people to "welcome" Ostus's team, and then find the right time to either force him to cooperate with us or kill him directly. As for my father and I, we will select 800 of the most elite cavalry, and attack Richard's camp outside Lavodera at night, defeat and drive them away, and create a good first-hand condition for our uprising. "

After saying this, Parkard trembled with excitement, and then the bald hero strode to Fell's eyes, "What do you think? Anyway, I am determined to do a big thing. Reuben, the waste, has been eliminated, but our people must not sink into despair, but should fight more bravely against Gawain or the rule of the Normans. If you are still worried about us father and son, how about this, I will go to "welcome" Ostus, and you and Hercules will attack Richard. "

Fell's blood boiled, and he slapped the table hard and stood up, "Don't be suspicious, now is the time for us Ani warriors to unite. Just follow Do what Hercules said, without change or delay. "

In the canyon from Samosata to Marash, a group of cavalrymen were surrounded by archers coming out of the dense forests on both sides. The falling snow drew traces among the swaying torches. The Turkish mercenary Osdu pulled the reins and found that the roads in front and behind were blocked. His sister Tangwu was wearing a cloak, with a pitiful and terrifying look on her face, crying, "My husband is dead, brother, you must not abandon me, we will die together."

At this moment, the nobleman wrapped in a windproof cloak opposite Osdu stretched out his hand to persuade, "Join our team, don't work for the Norman bandits anymore. As long as you join us, Osdu, let alone a large sum of money in the future , you will get a strong and beautiful castle sooner or later, so that you can be with your woman forever. "

This person is Fer, the commander of Lavodela. He intercepted Osdu who came to join the battle. The trapped Turkish mercenary looked at his sister twice, then jumped off the horse without hesitation, slightly crooked his lame leg, handed the bow and quiver to Fer, and surrendered with all 300 Turkish cavalrymen under his command...

In the wilderness outside Lavodela, the lightning in the night sky continued to explode the dark clouds. Overshadowing their prestige were the galloping Armenian cavalry, a total of 800 people, divided into groups like a flood, and shouted into the Norman camp. All the cavalry were covered with dark cloaks of linen and fur, and the sabers and machetes in their hands were cold. The first to panic and collapse were the Norman vassal army, most of whom were Greeks and Kurds. After about two minutes, they gave up resistance and ran around in the snow without organization. Then the Norman knights and soldiers mounted their horses one by one in the chaos, escorting the cursing Richard to the mountain road of Samosata.

"You Ani thieves, I will definitely cut off your hands, dig out your eyes, and kill all your people in the future." In the cold wind, the drunk Richard held the reins with one hand and pointed the other hand in the direction of the camping site with blazing flames, cursing as he ran away.

The next evening, Tancred, who was gathering his troops in Edessa, was furious when he heard from the messenger cavalry that "Paqueda and Fela suddenly turned against us, Earl Richard's camp was attacked, and the whole camp was defeated." He immediately stood up with his body bent, then drew his sword and hacked at the pillars, "These people are all ambitious! They have blocked our great cause of attacking Melitene, and they must all die." After a while, Tancred suddenly froze his hand, took the bent and damaged sword blade off the scarred stone pillar, and turned around and asked the messenger, "On the other hand, where are Ostus's troops?"

The messenger shook his head and said that Orstus had been ordered to go to Lavodera to meet Count Richard, but now his whereabouts were unknown.

Although it was midwinter, the sweat on Tancred's cheeks kept flowing down, "Samosata, Samosata... Quick, prepare the horses for me, gather all the Apulian knights in the city, cross the Euphrates River, and rescue Samosata!"

He had no time to wait for news from his uncle, because his woman Messandre and almost all of his private vaults were in that castle. The anxious Tancred only took forty knights and raised the flag and rushed to Samosata.

But at this time, at the gate of Samosata, the bodies of the Norman garrison soldiers were thrown down from the sky and fell on the stone slabs. The enthusiastic citizens in the castle waved flags with lions of various colors, stood on the top of the stables, towers and churches, and welcomed the arrival of Fer and Osdu's troops. "Long live the union of Danishmond and Greater Armenia!" They shouted at the top of their lungs, just like when they welcomed the Normans and insulted the body of the original city lord Toros: After Osdu surrendered, he returned in the snowy night with the token and the pass, tricked the gate of the fortress open, and then Fer led the ambush troops to rush in and seize the city. (To be continued ~^~)