The Norman knights and sergeants who galloped with spears in the saddle instantly felt the courage of their ancestors in Apulia, in Durazzo, and in Sicily, in the face of all kinds of powerful enemies, and this courage made their blood burn and boil, and the murderous spirit condensed on the sharp spear blade in front of the horse's head, and the speed became faster and faster, and the momentum became more and more rapid.

At that time, a large number of Turkic cavalry were standing on the edge of Asase, and some of them continued to frantically besiege the Jinat soldiers and horses of Orsin, who had already killed and wounded more than half of them, while the rest lined up in several horizontal formations and fired countless arrows at Gregor's troops, who had come to reinforce them by wading through the water.

Because the Gimagis Brigade had just arrived and set up camp here, and it was the closest part of the Grand Duke's army to the battlefield, Gregor saw that the friendly troops on the other side of the river had been ambushed, and even though most of his side were Syrians who had not been tested in battle, he still pulled up more than a thousand men and bravely waded into the Orontes River, and rushed down Asase towards the black flag of the "middle finger bone".

But what answered them was the sharp arrows that flew like locusts and hornets on the Turks' thunderbolt bowstrings, and the vanguard of the Gemagith brigade, which was riding with difficulty in the river, was immediately hit by the arrows and fell, and most of them were swept away by the river and died, and the blood stained the river. Nearly 200 casualties were inflicted in a short time, and the reinforcements of the Gemegis brigade were seriously frustrated, and Gregor retreated to the camp with many wounded soldiers, looking at the mighty river and the arrogant enemy on the opposite side.

However, immediately afterward, the Norman cavalry, inspired by the desperate unity of the three relatives of Bohemond, Tancred, and Richard, rode their horses and spears, and launched a powerful cavalry assault unstoppably and perfectly: the Turkic formation. It was cut through horizontally, like an earthen embankment that was vulnerable under a frantic countercurrent. The rout collapsed.

"Call you guys and see the Apulian warriors!" Bohemond under the nose guard. Although he was very tired, his eyes were blazing and angry, and the Turks were constantly being trampled under the tip of the spear.

"Now we have come from Italy to Asia Minor, and we will slaughter you all in another place." The spear blade of Tancred next to him was also stained with blood, and the souls of the Turks were scattered under the iron hooves.

"Kill as much as you want, sacrifice a hundred heads of unbelievers for Brad!" In the back, Richard, cloaked in a chain-turban, held the hilt of his sword high and slashed left and right. Screaming and fighting.

The defeated Turkic cavalry scattered and fled, in twos and threes, and from time to time returned to their horses to shoot arrows at the Norman cavalry that had broken through again, and all the Normans also bravely used their irises to shield the guard, and the horses were wounded and killed, so they jumped down and pulled the ownerless Turkic horses. Turning over and sitting up, he continued to charge with weapons in his hands, and he couldn't stop in the sea of corpses and blood.

On the other side of the river, Gawain also took seven hundred cavalry. Before arriving at the camp of the Gimagis Brigade under a flag, he immediately saw that it was on the side of the road on the north side. Diognis, dressed in a Saracen turban, also commanded a Plonian cavalry. Light-armed spearmen and archers with a long column galloped to help.

The other party saw him from afar. He stopped the horses, but did not hesitate for long, and cried out, "Give orders, Grand Duke!" ”

"Gregor, take care of your brigades, care for the wounded, protect the camp, and don't let everyone collapse. Then here, wait for Merlot's orders. Gawain took the reins and nodded to Diognis, giving Gregor and the entire new brigade the order.

"All Roman warriors, charge with my banner, your ancestors and even your descendants, may not see how the soldiers of the Lord today have rallied under one banner to achieve a divine and great victory over the infidels, who were invincible in the previous three hundred years, but the fate of the turning point is about to be fulfilled on the edge of our sword!" Gawain tugged at the reins and turned around and shouted to all the cavalry, and then a pimple stirred up on Quicksilver's back, and the white hair rose again, which was the reaction of its beautiful and vigorous horse's hooves stepping into the whirlpool of the river, although the water was shallow, but extremely eager and cold, Gawain's shin armor was also soaked in the cold to the bone, and he simply held on to the horse's neck that was constantly trembling, while constantly smoothing its hair, and his eyes looked at the constantly shaking vision, the water in front of him was constantly mixed with unmelted ice and snow, he had to keep driving Quicksilver, Slow it down and avoid the fine pieces of ice that can cut its perfect body, as they can hurt the horses a lot when washed by the current.

"Uh-oh!" When Bramson and Muzafiadin Din jumped into the river with the Grand Duke on their left and right, the Red Hand Cavalry and all the soldiers and horses of Diognis followed and killed on the opposite bank.

Adesonius withdrew all his cavalry in good time, and the Turks came in a whirlwind and went away, and soon took the tooth banners and dispersed in batches in the valleys facing Persia, leaving only a few elite soldiers who were still harassing and holding back the Christians' pursuers.

The banks of the entire narrow valley were full of dead bodies and wounded, the troops of the three lords and generals of Raymond, Bohemond and Orson were all killed and wounded, Raymond almost did not save his life, his mount died, and the corpses of his own soldiers were all on all sides, but the Marquis of Provence did not change his brave nature until the most critical moment, after the spear was broken, he changed his long sword and slashed, and he was injured in many places, until he saw the arrival of Bohemond and Gawain, he sat on the ground and gasped, and bent his left arm wrapped in chain mail, In his right hand, he held the blood-drenched blade of the sword, constantly pulling and wiping between them.

On the ridge where Adesonius had been commanding, among the thick bushes and grass, Gawain rode up, Diognis rode behind him, and Bohemond's uncle and nephew also ran up.

The two groups of people came out of the side by side just now, continued to keep their distance, and looked at each other vigilantly.

Gawain saw that Bohemond's cold, glassy eyes were staring at him, pointing to the rolling mountains on the opposite side, "Aggie's main force is still in formation not far from us, threatening the fortress of the estuary. Then the Duke of Apulia pointed to the gates of Antioch, where there was a fire and shouts of slaughter, and there was thick smoke, "and a frenzied battle broke out between the two gates, and looking at the three banners of the towers, it seems that Aggie has succeeded in taking away the most combat-ready of us—and now that we are here, we are neither retreating nor advancing." ”

Hearing this, Tanfred gritted his teeth, and he knew in his heart that the siege was under the onslaught of Yaggie at this time, and he had an unshirkable responsibility to draw his troops and horses to this place, and whether the Ademar Priesthood who was attacked survived the battle or not, he would face an angry wave of condemnation. (To be continued.) )