Eagle Byzantium

Gawain squinted his eyes, because this scene was more terrifying and exciting than the "fire meteor". Sabina was a spiritual horse. She quickly stretched her limbs and slightly tilted her body to adapt to the steep cliff. Stones kept flying and hitting Gawain's armor and face.

The whole scene in front of him was shaking rapidly, and his brain was about to explode.

The rest of the Roma soldiers were all stunned. They shouted and pointed at each other to remind each other, watching this Byzantine warrior wearing armor and riding a horse, sliding down the steep slope of the canyon as if flying. "Who is he!" Even the Roma vizier Ibn Mamun, who was supervising the battle on the ridge, couldn't help but stand up, staring, and asked the slave soldiers around him.

The answer they got was shaking their heads.

"Warrior!" Then Maimon stretched out his hand and shouted, "It's a pity that he is not a warrior of Allah. We should feel awe and mourn."

"The pagan warrior, his name is Akin!" All the slaves raised their scimitars and responded to each other, giving Gawain, who continued to fall in the wind and flames, a nickname that means "torrent" (Turkic), to describe his unstoppable momentum.

Boom, Sabina slid to the flat ground at the bottom of the canyon, like an emergency brake, swinging Gawain left and right like a small tree in a storm. If it weren't for the horns on the front and back of the saddle, Gawain would have been thrown out completely! At this time, Gawain couldn't bear it anymore, and he tilted his head and vomited from his mouth. He felt that the collision between his head and helmet had caused a slight concussion, "Asshole!" He quickly threw off the helmet so that he could think more clearly. Then Sabina didn't pity her master at all, carrying him and running fast, because the Roman Turks continued to push down stones and burning logs from above.

In front of the fire and arrows that kept falling behind him, Gawain, riding on a black warhorse, rushed directly along the plain between the canyons, toward the left wing of the rear guard army that was fighting endlessly.

The Roma soldiers on the ridge were all stunned, and the news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. In the end, almost everyone temporarily forgot to shoot, and stretched out their hands to Gawain with fluttering brown hair, shouting loudly in relay, "Akin, Akin! The true warrior of the Greek emperor!"

Under the red flag, Farof, holding the two-handed axe tightly, heard these shouts, turned his head and laughed, "My mother who sleeps in the black underground of Iceland will wake up when she sees this - Gawain. Russell, Gawain Russell is here, just like Saint Michael. Like that!"

At this moment, all the soldiers behind turned their heads and saw Gawain running wildly. They cheered and raised their battle flags and their weapons, "Lucer, Lucerne, evil spirits have returned from hell, let them suffer a little!"

Then, whether it was the Varangian warriors or the Italian soldiers, under Francesco's command of "shoot, advance and fight", they released their crossbows to their heart's content, and then rushed out of the opposing line in front of the camp, forming a real torrent, killing the Roman army that was forced to retreat again and again.

Under the crimson eagle of Rome, Giliki angrily beat his commanders with a tied whip, "You retreated in front of the enemy and discarded the military flag given by the Sultan. It is said that the general of the enemy on the opposite side is just a newly appointed earl. This is simply a shame for the descendants of Ashina!"

"Please let the Sultan's warriors advance!" The generals and tutors who endured the whip shouted loudly.

Giliki snorted, turned around and sat down, pulled out an arrow, "Send my eagle!"

Because Giliki couldn't wait, he led the main force to advance in the front, and Maimon supervised the encirclement and annihilation on the ridge. Only by destroying the rear guard team of the Greeks in front of him can the battle be won and the conquest of Asia Minor be successful.

In front of his own camp, Gawain rode his horse, swung twice in front of everyone, and then fell down.

Fithias rushed out of the barracks and hurriedly took off his master's chain mail with others, and then helped him to the stretcher, but seeing that Gawain's blue eyes had turned white, he cried anxiously and didn't know what to do. Farof was more alert. He swung his big palm and shot Gawain twice, then pinched his philtrum. Then the new earl commander tilted his head and vomited acid water everywhere.

"Give him some hot soup, give him some hot soup!" Such noises were heard everywhere.

In a daze, Gawain seemed to push open the door of the village club where he used to live, and saw a stove with warm flames burning inside. Many villagers gathered there, and when they saw him, they happily told him: Varangians without sheath swords, we can have hot food now.

Then, the fire suddenly burst out, instantly flooding the whole house, and everywhere was filled with the horrible sight and smell of burning. Ajeh walked over with burning hair, smiling, "Burn everything, Gawain. You are not a warm and tender river that makes people breathe freely, but a torrent of fire that destroys everything. You did the right thing. F**k the emperor."

"F**k!" At this time, Gawain screamed, and then Faroff took back the wine bag in his hand and said that your Earl Commander has woken up. Then Gawain really didn't know what Faroff had just poured into him, but he felt light all over, and had a strong desire to vent his impulse. The weapon in his hand was getting lighter, and his muscles and tendons were like bursting. Even if he had never experienced this symptom before, it was too easy for him to identify it - Gawain grabbed Faroff's collar, "What did you give me to drink?"

"Iceland's mysterious wine, we like to drink this stuff before boating, fighting and looting, and we feel absolutely first-class after drinking it." Farof answered intimately with his eyes squinted and his face full of scars.

"This is a hallucinogen!" Gawain couldn't help but swear.

Then, there was a commotion in front of the battle, Gawain stood up, and Farof took the opportunity to put on his helmet and ran to the position of the Red Hand Squadron at the high ground.

The "eagles" of Giliki flew out, about fifty masked, wearing golden helmets with tridents on top, red-bottomed black cloaks fluttering up and down, covered with finely forged armor (Turks have always been good at making light and strong armor), holding cold and shining scimitars, all riding horses, and breaking out of the battle amid the cheers of the crowd. Then the rest of the ordinary warriors of the Roman country followed closely behind.

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These are all carefully selected from the elite Turks. In the decisive battle, they are the warriors who charge into the front and step on the blades. They are the eyes of Giliki and the "eagles" that Giliki loves the most. Once they tear open a gap in the enemy's line, the army behind will rush in and completely defeat the enemy!

"Who wants to use crows as a guide?

The densely packed graves of the pagans who do not believe in the Bible are his lunch break"

With this slogan, Rom's Turkish army, under the guidance of the "eagles", launched an overwhelming assault on Gawain's first part.