Eagle Flag of Epirus - v8 Chapter 104.27

“Kill” Under the great reward of King Kehoslu I, the fighting Roma slain attacked again.

Outside the Brown Valley, the Latin soldiers were defending their positions, watching the Turkic people across the mountains and leaping towards them, and the fear in their hearts spontaneously emerged. At this time, Baron Clevouds encouragement sounded in their ears. The shout of fighting spirit.

“An army of heretics is coming towards us, and those greedy Turks want to encroach on our sacred land, but they are not afraid, they can only bluff, and my fellow robes take up your swords that belong to God and go. Defend our faith! Conquer these devil’s minions.”

The young Clemente took the lead. He once again urged the horse under his hips. Behind him, the Breton knights followed their young lord and launched a countercharge against the enemy.

That day, the young nobleman riding a white horse, with swords like shadows and blood-stained robe, went back and forth in the war with spears like forests, chased the wind with iron hoofs, stepped through the blood-soaked mud, surrounded by layers of Turkic people among the knights The front of the wedge is like withered grass. This scene greatly encouraged the morale of the Latin soldiers guarding the position, waving the flag and shouting, and the shouts resounded inside and outside the brown valley. While the Turkic array was chaotic, the Latin soldiers also launched a daring assault and took the initiative to launch an offensive against the enemy.

Such a change really exceeded the Roma’s expectations. The two armies collided with each other, like a hot red knife touching the shriveled cheese. The Latin sergeant’s assault group easily cut the Roma from the middle. Turkic’s horizontal formation, originally a huge infantry phalanx, was cut into several parts that couldn’t be seen from the beginning and the end, each fighting each other.

At this time, the individual combat qualities and well-equipped advantages of the Latin soldiers were immediately magnified. Sultan Roma saw his bloated and redundant infantry squares being cut like fat pieces on a chopping board. The knife slashed and shredded, but he had nothing to do.

“Archer, let go!” Regardless of the possibility that he might be injured by mistake, Kehoslu I, who was frightened and furious, directly ordered the archer to shoot towards the Latins in the distance, trying to kill as much as possible while being by his side, as The Hassan Guards, which used their own methods of pressing the bottom of the box, have also stepped on the armored war horses and are ready to go into battle.

Hassan warriors are the trump cards of the Sultan. They have excellent weapons. Compared with the Gurams, not only are they born noble, but they are also one of the best in martial arts. They can compete with the knights of Western Europe. Precisely because of this, Kehoslu I was unwilling to let them play until the last moment. But now, a mere brown valley could not be captured for a long time. In order to maintain his prestige, the Sultan decided to do whatever it takes.

Bows and arrows fell overwhelmingly, and the Latin soldiers raised their shields to block. In contrast, the Turkic people who did not have enough protection were accidentally injured by the falling arrows and fell into chaos. In the panic retreat, the trampling caused even greater casualties. Over time, the defeat of the Roma Sultan’s soldiers has been irreversible.

The Latin soldiers have become more and more courageous in their battles. Although they are enemies on three sides, under their heads, the situation of victory and defeat has begun to change clearly. They really have the possibility of victory!

The sergeants who were full of energy and fighting bravely charged forward and broke up the palace guards guarded by the Roma Sultan Army. The Turkic battle flag that was flying in the center was also close at hand.

Seeing everything, the Latins did not hesitate to attack in the direction of the Turkic battle flag. If they could cut off the flagpole and make their flag fall, it would greatly dampen the morale of the opponent. How could the Marquis of Presis, who knows this well, let it go. Great opportunity, decisively, he led a small team against the Turkic arrow rain and rushed forward. Just as the Marquis took the lead and was about to cut the rope on the flagpole, a voice of warning of danger suddenly came from behind.

“Be careful on the right!”

The Marquis subconsciously turned his head and looked at him. He only heard a “shoo” sound. The sound of the air being torn reverberated in his ears. When Plessis was still trying to figure out what happened, his eyes were full of scarlet. Obscured his vision.

“Your Excellency Marquis!”

Amidst the exclaim of everyone, the Marquis of Plessis was shot by a bow and arrow in the neck without armor protection.

When the guards behind him rushed forward, trying to rescue their Marquis-sama, they found that Plessis had already been silent. The arrow that was shot out came firmly and hard, and the Marquis of Plessis, who had barely struggled through the blood vessels and arteries, swallowed.

“Plessis-sama!”

The guards who could not accept this fact yelled, but this could not save the dead Marquis anyway, but attracted the attention of more Turkic people.

This is the head of a great Frankish nobleman. Even though he was defeated, some desperadoes still had a crooked mind, and I saw Turkic people approaching here constantly.

At this critical juncture, Baron Clavou led his knights to kill. The Bretons were invincible and soon defeated the invading Turks. He looked at the men holding the Marquis of Plessis. With the appearance of the guardian Liushen Wuzhu, UU reading www.uukanshu.com shouted impatiently:

“Cry and cry, when will I have to wait!”

“But Lord Marquis was killed!” The guards were the only ones who witnessed what happened just now. Everything was too fast and too fast. They didn’t know where the shout came from, and found that Lord Marquis was shot to death by Leng Jian. .

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“That’s why you are asked not to say anything. Are you trying to disrupt the military’s mind?” Clevu warned that when William I became the ruler of Britain, it was because Harold was accidentally shot and killed on the battlefield of Hastings, which led to the fighting spirit Disintegrated, compared to William, who was also accidentally sacked at the time, desperately wanted to let the armed forces know that he was safe. Now that the Marquis of Plessis is dead, if it spreads, it will inevitably shake morale, and Kleivu will never allow such a thing to happen.

“Stop wailing and crying, take up the weapons in your hands, take revenge, and become a sword that guards God!” Baron Clevoud picked up the helmet belonging to the Marquis of Plessis from the ground and put on him at the same time. The red cloak said: “Now I will take the place of Lord Marquis. We have no retreat in this battle. If we fail, Lord Plessis’ sacrifice will be in vain!”

The young men moved the guards under the marquis’s words in a straightforward manner. They all stood up and took up the weapons in their hands, yelling in a gentle voice: “We are willing to listen to your dispatch, Lord Clavou!”

Seeing that the situation settled down, taking advantage of the military’s strength, wearing the dead Marquis of Plessis draped, little Clavou immediately launched an offensive slogan, “Then become the sword in my hand, go and stab those heretics. !”