Today, I promised readers five more, but Sula's manuscript is limited, so please also actively collect it for the recommended votes! Not much to say, two shifts in the morning, and three shifts in the evening

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In this kind of situation, don't talk about the Turkic Ataberg, even Gao Wen, who is holding a halberd and supervising the battle command under the military flag, is also like a world away, he seems to be a director, and he is using a group of Chinese group performances to perform "war scenes", he used to think that the group performances were really leading the box lunch out of the strength of the box lunch, but he didn't expect that the ancient times of swords and swords were even more so.

Their own military servants, all holding shields, close to each other, the other party is also the same, you come and go, shuttle to the position, the sound of killing is everywhere, it is lively and vivid to see, but this group of people are all cunning and sophisticated peasant backgrounds, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that both sides are pretending, spears poke each other's shields, or directly hit with swords, anyway, it will be over after a sound to the commander.

In the end, Gawain, who was really nervous, put down his halberd and stood still, while the Turkic Atarberg was also in the rear of his own line, riding a horse and purring, looking at Gawain helplessly. After the two looked at each other for a while, they looked at this grand group dance in the middle of the camp in a daze.

Standing at dusk, after the respective infantry had withdrawn, Gawain was horrified when he had finished counting, except for seven servants who were slightly wounded, and none of them died.

In this generation, bloody battles only exist in the battle of the dead country, or between elite samurai? Gawain, who was sitting in the fortifications of the camp, was thinking to himself, when Francisco came up and handed him a jug of wine, "I'm sorry, I respect the creed of the prohibition of alcohol. "Actually, Gawain had just crossed over, and tried to collect the wine from the corpse of the slave soldier in the ice and snow, in order to keep warm, and he was really strict in the beginning, only smoking good cigars.

Seeing Gawain say this, Francisco no longer persuaded him, but put the wine jug in his mouth and drank it with taste, "Where are you from?" ”

"Norman, the Danish priest baptized me, pilgrim to the emperor's ranks after being captured in Minor." Gao Wen is already completely familiar with this set to the point that he can't add more.

Francisco nodded, then looked at the fiery sunset, "I am from Pasaleno, very close to Amalfi City, my family is a farmer, and I was born with wheat fields, fruit trees, and dirt, but I left my hometown and went to Amalfi City, because there are more novelties I have never seen before—Saracen watchtowers against pirates, salty waters, black-haired women, and drinks that are as bitter as the sea, and I sail to all corners of this ocean to fight, get paid, and then spend them all in one night." ”

"Then why don't you go into business?" Gawain seemed to have committed another latent occupational disease, and he gestured with both hands, "You can save a third of your remuneration and money at a time, nay, even a fifth, and then you can entrust a, yes, a shrewd Jewish merchant to earn interest." Yes, yes, I'll just say that, I know that the creed says that money is strictly forbidden to be recycled, but after accumulation, you can buy a property, such as a mill, a workshop, or an orchard, and wait for the business to be effective, and then attract richer partners to invest in long-distance trade. ”

"And then?" French Cisco nodded, took a sip of his wine, and continued to look at Gawain.

"And then it's easy to do, as you accumulate more assets, you can buy more boats, you can get taxes and land, and you have a lot of beautiful houses. At that time, you can do whatever you want, and you can do what you like in the sun without hindrance. ”

"But my favorite thing, isn't that what I'm doing right now?" Francisco laughed, shook the flask in his hand in the sun, and looked at Gawain, "Don't stay in the capital of the Roman emperor anymore, it's better to say that Italy is more comfortable!" With that, Franchisco tilted his head and leaned against the flagpole, "I would not have served in the Emperor's army if it weren't for the money, they Greeks like to see courage as recklessness and vitality as evil, they have only false faces and weak hands, and indulge in self-righteous intrigue and foolish obedience." So Gawain, after your expedition at the George Warden is over, come back to Amalfi with me, the Chamber of Commerce and the Benedictines in the city are preparing to hire me to serve as a guard at the Charity Hospital in a distant holy place, and the pay is not low, at least I can do something interesting, not like here, to kill the rout today, and tomorrow it may be the rout to be killed. ”

Gawain was surprised to see Francisco denigrate the Roman Empire in this way, but he still remembered Azjeh's reminder and did not react positively to Francisco's gracious invitation.

Finally, the next day, the most unbelievable thing happened—all the Turks who had come to attack in front of them withdrew.

Soon, a horseman who had commanded came from the side of the stone bridge and said to everyone, "The city of Prussa has fallen, and the warden has once again won a great victory over the infidels!" ”

In the cheers of the soldiers and servants, Gawain crossed his waist and frowned at the battlefield in front of him, the Turks did not seem to really defend the cities of Abydos and Prusa at all, and even felt that they would not defend Nicaea with all their strength soon, as if the power of Zahaas would soon be like a low tide, and would soon retreat far away from this plain and lake, far away.

After returning to the camp, while preparing the baggage wagons, Fiteas hung his hands and followed Gawain and kept saying, "It was His Excellency Theognes, the border guard, who, with fifty elites, climbed the corner of the wall of Prussia that had fallen into disrepair and brought down the city directly, and here he is the eyes of thousands of us." ”

Gawain tightened his luggage and weapons on his wagon, and said to Fethias without looking back, "That's because Zahas didn't have the heart to defend this fortress at all. ”

Then, without hearing the usual croaking of Fethias protest at him, he turned his head and found the servant retreating in astonishment and embarrassment—not far away, Theognes, carrying a wine bag, stood opposite him, staring at him, apparently hearing Gawain's comment on the battle.

"Are you despising my merits?" Diognis' eyes were red, and he was full of anger and wine.

Gawain looked at it, and then did not answer his question directly, "I'm just stating a fact, and it has nothing to do with merit. In the same way, I also think that my battle is in vain in the whole situation. ”

"I long every day, the banner of the emperor and the hooves of the army, to return to the plateau of Anatolia, to my hometown, where I grew up watching the fortresses and clouds on the top of the mountains, and now you say that what I do is meaningless!" Diognis was enraged, utterly enraged.