Eagle Byzantium

All the barbarian archers on the light line, with their front feet stuck deep into the mud, dragged their back feet sideways and backwards, the bowstrings suddenly popped out like a heavy rain, the bows swung rapidly like grass passing by the wind, and a dark cloud of arrows suddenly rose up, and then covered the sky and earth towards the Gao Wen chariot.

Countless arrows, one after another, densely shot into the rows of carriage boards, the brackets of the towers, the mud and mud behind the chariots, and the shields hanging on the brackets, like a thunderstorm and heavy rain. After just a few seconds, the Gao Wen chariots opposite the emperor's entire light line were covered with layers of frost and snow. "Felt", they were actually all formed by the white arrow feathers of arrows standing on it. And in the carriages behind, all the enemy soldiers seemed to be shot or collapsed and hidden, losing all their breath.

"Deflect and shoot!"

Then, the flags of the arrow teams on the light infantry line waved, and waves of powerful arrows, whistling like waterfalls, smashed into the "convex" chariot fort on the side. Soon, the 400 immortal army members on the emperor's left wing began to march forward in unison. On the shoulder straps of their armor, various ox horns and small wooden barrels filled with Khitan snow were hung, strung together with ropes. They held imitation fire gun arrows in their left hands and long pole halberd hooks in their right hands. They lined up in three rows and marched proudly towards the suppressed target chariot fort.

Several perfume bottles suddenly shot out fireworks from the shooting holes of the wooden tower of the opponent's chariot fort. Several immortal army soldiers in the front fell down before they could shout for warning. They were shot and killed, but General Celilaruus, who was a former emperor's guard, bravely dismounted, drew his sword and led everyone to shout, and continued to run towards the wooden fence trench in front of the chariot fort. "Go forward and shoot." The general shouted so loudly.

The Varangian outer palace guards and the imperial spearmen and swordmen soldiers behind them, totaling nearly 3,000 people, also quickly set out, in groups, holding flags and shouting, following General Celilarus, and also rushed towards the target without hesitation.

According to the regulations given to the emperor by the little sunfish who was previously held hostage to the island of Lesbos: fire guns and arrows should be fired within 100 feet of the enemy line to have a killing effect; and if the enemy has lightweight fortifications to cover, it should be pushed to 60 feet away.

At this time, the wooden towers at the four corners of the chariot were almost completely covered by the arrows. The emperor's light soldiers stopped shooting arrows with a bang in the sound of several horns and retreated rigorously. Then, the six consecutive phalanxes of Pronian dismounted cavalry, folded their shields, raised swords and battle axes, and began to raise flags and approach the central line of Gawain's chariot.

"Your Majesty, the left wing and the assault line are in motion, and the attack is very morale and orderly." Brennus praised the emperor with some joy under the imperial flag.

And Alexius nodded slightly with satisfaction, "As long as I personally supervise the battle, these generals and dukes should unite wholeheartedly, so that Gawain will not be able to defeat me!" The emperor thought in his heart.

Suddenly, two messengers on horseback came from the south side of Philomelon. They were exhausted to death and passed through rows of soldiers, seeming to bring ominous news.

Seeing this scene, Atretis and the soldiers next to him whispered to each other, and worries surged in their hearts.

When stopped by the emperor's guards, the messenger's horse twitched and the man rolled off the saddle directly, "Your Majesty, we were defeated in Seleucia!"

"What?" The emperor was shocked.

Brennus, Raymond, and Ceces also immediately showed complicated expressions on their faces.

The fleets and soldiers of Zahas, Apsomatus, and Asacidus were all defeated?

They are just a bunch of human waste!

"Detain these two men and don't say anything else!" In a flash, the emperor didn't say anything else, and directly pointed at the messenger with his whip.

So several guards held the two men's heads and dragged them away.

"Don't worry about Seleucia. No matter what, Gawain was delayed by my actions. Just move forward and capture his camp in Philomelon, and everything will be fine." The emperor shouted decisively. He was afraid that the situation in Seleucia would affect the morale here.

Before he finished speaking, two messengers with bent arrows on their armor rode in from the north, bringing news from Angrasburg, "Your Majesty, the enemy's other troops have completely given up the siege on General Diogenes, and they should be moving south quickly to a place not far from here!"

"Drag them down!" The emperor whipped his horse, and everything remained the same, "I have General Maxiu's other camp guards over there, and the enemy's reinforcements can't get here at all, and they can't pose any threat to me."

Finally, Alexius in the imperial camp drove his horse forward He took a few steps, then waved the "Holy Sea" sword, pointing the blade directly at Gawain's camp and chariots in the distance, and turned back to shout to all the generals, "Gawain has been completely pinned down by my strategy. If he captures this place, he will definitely fail. So from now on, no behavior that can deceive the army is allowed."

At this time, Brennus stared at the emperor's sword, and then his eye sockets and pupils suddenly expanded in his frightened breathing, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Almost at the same moment, Raymond and Ceceus also trembled and said such words.

Alexius, who had a premonition of something, quickly turned his eyes back and followed the direction of his sword.

Before the sharp sword, over the layers of soldiers' formations like the tide and the rising smoke and dust, a black falcon flew between the rain of arrows and the ripped stones. It flapped its wings and circled until it reached the corner tower of the Gimages camp. A burly man suddenly climbed up there, raised his arm, and the falcon landed on it.

Even though they were very far apart, the emperor could still recognize the owner of the falcon at first sight, Stephen Gawain Russell!

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Didn't he leave at all?

He stood high on the earthen platform, overlooking the fierce battle between the two lines of chariots, with the bright sun on his back, one hand tightly holding the hilt of the phosphorus sword, and the other holding the slender horse-head scepter.

The same exquisite and solid holy armor wrapped around his bear-like strong body, and his wrists and shins were protected by silver-shining fine steel armor plates. The red hand feathers on his helmet swayed high, and his brown beard and light blue eyes were full of murderous intent, just like the sculpture of the god of war Mars standing under the clouds.

"It's Lucel, it's the great traitor Lucel!" Soon, in the emperor's forward army, the light soldiers and the dismounted infantry of Pronia stopped their steps temporarily, looking up at Gawain who suddenly appeared in fear and awe, and kept shouting loudly.

Such shouts passed through one team after another like lightning, and soon Atretis and the others on the rear line also raised their heads and looked at the brutal enemy chieftain standing under the red hand flag.

The soldiers watching on Posta suddenly raised their heads and kept making gestures, telling some urgent new situation.

"Shoot the signal arrow, Muzafiadin." Gawain extended his scepter and baton and gave a deep command to the enemy army under his feet. (To be continued ~^~)