Eagle Byzantium

And when Gawain's leading soldiers, riding captured horses, dragged the Tecobo soldier with a rope and pulled it to Gawain's eyes, "I won't kill you, tell me how many troops there are in the imperial army ahead. Where is the goal?”

"There are 20,000 people, and the target is Little Antioch Fort!" The half-dead Tecopo man falsely exaggerated his own number.

"Our crossbow team is moving forward, and the infantry is arrayed with its back to the river. Let the scout cavalry continue to move forward and spy!" Gawain didn't believe this at all.

Soon, the emperor saw the commotion and confusion in the formation of the soldiers in front, "What? Gawain directly sent cavalry to engage in the battle, harassing and destroying our line." Alexios held the riding whip, and soon several The scout also hurriedly reported, "There was also a melee between the two wings of our army and the enemy's cavalry."

At this moment, in the eyes of the emperor and other staff and generals, the surrounding fog was full of shadows of men and horses shouting and fighting. Gawain sent out red-handed cavalry, in squadrons, to attack and harass the imperial army everywhere. formation, they are covered with armor He no longer held a spear, but held a saber and a hammer, dancing like flying, braving the enemy's arrows and taking turns to attack, taking advantage of the thick fog that the enemy could not shoot accurately, approaching to fight, or advancing to shoot heavy arrows through A, after the collision, retreat back to the formation, change horses and mount again.

Throughout the wilderness, the soldiers who had been killed and wounded on the emperor's front were lying and crawling everywhere, and it was difficult to organize their formations, while Gawain's cavalry galloped through the melee, like rolling fire, showing off their might.

"Your Majesty..." Several guards looked quite fearful.

"What are you afraid of!" the emperor shouted angrily, "the enemy forces us to fight indiscriminately, we must be calm - ask our army's wings to light all the torches, the infantry archers stand firm and refuse to fire, and the light cavalry forms behind, waiting for the enemy to retreat and drive them away. Don't worry about casualties in the forward positions, follow their respective team flags and set up their troops, and the imperial camp troops in the rear should stay indifferent and stick to their posts, otherwise it will play into the enemy's hands. "

When the emperor's team lit all the torches, the fog was penetrated, and the arrows began to shoot like water. The red-handed cavalry's several charges were no longer effective. They were all forced back by the crazy shooting and began to fire at the sound of the horn. Retreat and rest , and Gawain also figured out the approximate lineup of the enemy from the reports of various scouts, "About ten thousand people, with both wings composed of lightly armed archers and cavalry. Many cavalry in the formation were wearing scarlet robes, and there were also Cretans." Use the White Mountain Bow.”

"It seems that it is definitely His Majesty the Emperor's main force, and it is also coming towards Little Antioch." Gawain judged, and then he looked at the boundless fog blocking his eyes, "Pragit, Plagit!" The Armenian general quickly approached him, "Take all the cavalry who delivered the order, arrange all the red-handed cavalry in the center, and place large spear infantry on the two wings."

"Huh?" Praget was a little confused, because the formation order issued by the patron was really against the rules. How could there be any reason to line up the infantry on both wings?

"Go quickly! After asking the infantry to line up, approach the emperor's wings, and then launch a fierce attack at a suitable distance." Gawain's order was unquestionable.

The cavalry delivering orders were at the front of the formation, holding small red flags and running back and forth, constantly issuing instructions. The red-handed infantrymen stared at the flags of their respective units very skillfully. According to Banda's guarding and marching area, they densely held the spear platoon. After the formation was ready, short and rapid trumpets sounded one after another,

"All troops, advance silently!" Dugelius and the flag officers standing on the left side of the array waved their halberds or flags, and then all the red-handed infantry placed their large infantry spears on top of each other. On the back shoulders of the soldiers in front, rows of leggings were moved and feathers were swaying, and they were forced to go in the direction led by the first column and the elite Italian skirmishers.

"Choose the horse with the strongest strength to ride on it and accompany the infantry." After Gawain finished speaking, the black battle flag was raised. All the red-handed cavalry were closely packed together, neatly dressed, and the horses were all wearing armor. Hanging a clang, the cavalry in the forefront carry spears or long-handled iron caltrops on their backs on ropes, guarding various battle flags; those behind carry sabers, cavalry axes, and hammers and rush in to follow. All the cavalry formed a square formation, sandwiched between the infantry on both sides, and advanced like a wall.

In the fog that still persists, the heavily armored spearmen at the front of the empire also formed a dense horizontal formation, covering their kite shields and Greek round shields in front of their armor, and on their heads were the wide-brimmed iron hats that became popular during the Komnenos Dynasty. They were wearing helmets, and they were guarded by Cretans holding bows behind and on both sides, forming a solid line of defense. Amidst the beating of drums, they saw large numbers of enemy cavalry advancing towards them step by step. The sound of trotting horse hooves shook the dust and grass beneath their feet. Some soldiers couldn't help shouting nervously, only to be hit above their heads. Facing the flying whips and the scoldings of their respective officers, they turned their spear points diagonally forward with more effort.

"Your Majesty..." Among the shadowy figures, Breanus couldn't help but feel very nervous.

"Brenus, you have to believe that you are an excellent general and command my left wing; I will leave my right wing to General Marinus to command - this way, you don't have to face the most shocking and violent cavalry attack and defense. "You won't have any timid thoughts." The emperor downplayed it, and then several janitor warriors and internal guard cavalry "escorted" General Brennus to the left wing, partly by invitation and partly by force.

"Gawain, I am a holy apostle sent by God, so the fog should dissipate as soon as possible, and it should dissipate..." The emperor thought so, and his hand couldn't help but pinch the bow on his back. It was a masterpiece made by the best bowsmiths, leathersmiths and blacksmiths in the Imperial Capital Arsenal. "It would be best if my arrowhead could shoot into the chest of you, a rebellious beast, today. Yes, I will kill you like hunting a beast and solve everything."

Then a ray of bleak sunlight really shone straight in front of the emperor's helmet. He looked up happily. The fog above was quickly dissipating, and the outline of the entire battlefield began to become clear. The hideous faces of the killers on both sides were enough to see each other, but what shocked the frontier and the double-wing teams of the empire was that under the cover of the thick fog, Gawain's endless infantry and cavalry team had already reached a distance of only six or seven hundred feet away from them!

"Shoot!" The "head" of the imperial army, a team of Cretan archers began to move forward, pulling up their most terrifying White Mountain bows, which were made of the finest and most resilient wood on the island. The arrowheads were large and heavy, especially suitable for short-distance throwing, and their power was comparable to that of sharp javelins.

The Red Hand Cavalry team watched countless black dots shot out in the air. Those were the arrows of the Cretans reflecting the sunlight. They made a terrifying whistling sound while flying, and then fell rapidly. "Raid, Hallelujah!" Hundreds of Red Hand Cavalry in the front hurriedly lowered their bodies, and arrows still passed over their heads and shoulders. They did not care about the death and injury of their companions, and directly leveled their lances and rushed towards the heavy spear formation of the empire. (To be continued ~^~)