The severed spear tips, accompanied by the heads and intestines of the Futuis soldiers, the hands of the German soldiers mechanically swayed back and forth in small motions, like peasants mowing on the pasture with scythes, they were severely reprimanded by the Grand Duke and General Temachi beforehand, and they were to abide by the requirements of the code of conduct, and in the face of arrows and flames, they were not allowed to leave the line without permission, and advance and retreat at will.

In such a situation, the more decisive the Futuis soldiers marched in formation, and the more headless or mutilated bodies in the front ranks, with rushing blood, fluttered and half-knelt on the ground, and the more they fell to the ground. Many of them were still holding their spears, and their lower bodies were still walking, and their heads rolled forward to the edge of the trench with shocked expressions.

The garrison at the head of the city looked at it kindly, and alarmed in alarm, and when the commanders of the Turks, Bey and Ghazi, felt that something was wrong and called for the collection of troops, the mutilated bodies of the Futuis soldiers on the front line in front of the bridgehead wall had been overlapped into a river of flesh mixed with broken poles, limbs, organs, and pools of blood, and lay in front of the German line, most of the people's cloaks and armor were stained with the blood of the enemy's fanatical religious warriors, and the swords could no longer refract the light. Both feet were in a pool of hot bubbling blood, and the smell of fish rushed into the air.

But on another front, the camp of the Priesthood of Ademar collapsed after a period of stubborn resistance: many pilgrims, servants, and monks who had been united around the Priesthood, carrying their luggage and carrying flags and weapons, were constantly shot down in the back in front of the arrows that the Turks were frantically firing. Abandoned the position and the Bishop of Le Mans, the screams were earth-shattering.

Several Turks held hooks. Wrapped in thick armor, he took advantage of the chaos to climb onto the earthen walls and wooden fences of the camp. As they were about to pull over and cut down the fortifications, several firing canisters were thrown from behind and smashed on them, and then they fell into the trench with a muffled grunt, and were clumsily staggered back and forth by the thistles, and then slowly turned into flesh torches, and the muffled hum turned into a howl, but more lightly armed Futuis soldiers with wicker baskets. Rushing under the unprotected wall and throwing more flare cans into it, many of the guards who were engulfed by the flames ran past Ademar, and over the wall behind the camp, towards the river.

Adalbello rescued a noblewoman from fire and chaos, and the noblewoman presented him with a mule and horse, and the young priest desperately brought him the reins into the hands of the priesthood of Ademar. Half-forcedly lifted him up, he rushed out of the back door of the barracks, behind which the Turks and Futuis soldiers who had climbed over the wall shouted as they entered. Keep shooting arrows at them, "Sigmar, come and protect Your Excellency!" "When Adel Bello saw a knight in chain mail. Riding with a sword, he slew two Futois on the edge of the wall as they prepared to climb the tower to capture the banner of Christ. And he cried out.

This knight, named Sigma, was previously involved in an affair with a Greek prostitute. And the fellow who was brutally whipped by the Council of Cardinals, now separated by the iron bar of his helmet nose guard, and his eyes with whip marks, looked indifferently at Ademar, who was staring at him, and then snorted coldly, and turned his horse and left on his own.

"Bastards, these wild boars and male goats in armor, without any sense of common sense and unity, I am really fed up, even if I die here" The hateful priest of the priesthood, while breaking away from the pursuit of the Turks, complained and angrily rebuked all the lords and knights.

In fact, at this time, Baldwin and Godfrey's camp were also operating wildly, but the brothers were interfered with by Turkic spies. The Greeks who were secretly bribed by Siyan, the Greeks who were interested in profit, and the Saracens who pretended to do business or surrender, were usually close to the lords or commoners from the West, but as soon as they saw Aggie hoisting the signal flag at the head of the city, they fanned the flames everywhere, lied about the military situation, and alarmed all kinds of people in the camp - Godfrey received information that the enemy would launch a general attack south of the city, and that the camp of the Romanian Imperial Army in the rear had been captured by Agghi's surprise cavalry.

Chaos of battle and smoke on all sides caused the Bouillon brothers to be confused for a long time before they could figure out the situation, but by this time, the two gates had lost their defenses.

Godfrey ignored his old wounds, tightened the wound given to him by the "Lord of the Forest" with his belt, and stepped on the horse's back with some trembling, Baldwin carried the mace with concern, and accompanied Brother Auden, and the generals such as Count Warner and Count Hartmann gathered around him, gathered six hundred Frankish cavalry, and galloped towards the priesthood not far away.

Under Godfrey's influence, in less than three minutes (forty minutes), Stephen of Blois also came out of the camp with one hundred and fifty cavalry, followed by two counts of Robert, among whom the lord of Flanders also brought three hundred Flemish mercenary halberdiers, opened the camp gate, and rushed to the battlefield near the dog gate.

At this time, the whole battlefield was a blur of bloody corpses, crumbling fortifications, and mules, horses, and goats, and Sansadonias began to command all his dead men, regardless of the large reinforcements of the Pilgrims from the flanks, and squeezed the last nails of the Branas and the Guardian Brigade on three sides, surrounded by a bridgehead between the inconspicuous horseback wall and the water trench.

Behind the bridgehead were straight wooden bridges, and crooked boat bridges, and the rivers were littered with dead bodies of men and horses, and behind them were huge fields, where huge instruments were erected that had not had time to be dragged away, and the pilgrims, craftsmen, and soldiers were also running into the distance

On the tower, Yagi. Xi Yang nervously shook the age spots on his face, his eyes did not move, and under the escort of several loyal slave soldiers, he followed the wide shooting window and watched the most focused and anxious battle situation here.

"Transfer the rest of the city gates and towers to the vital soldiers, yes, that's right. Pilgrims from other camps can't do any damage to my walls, just take this wooden bridge, or the boat bridge over there, and we'll burn the enemy's siege engines, and we'll be able to level here, here! Then the Lord of Antioch screamed nervously again, and with his ring-wearing hand, he pointed to the bridgehead surrounded by the mad crowd and full of fierce and brutal offensive and defensive battles.

"Hey, Patriarch my father." In Yaji. At the moment when Siyan kept shouting, the Armenian soldier Prajit on the city road below was anxious, and he kept calling out the name of the patriarch, because he saw that Patriarch Antioch, who was hanging from the tower wall with iron cables and flying three signal flags, looked at the bloody battlefield below, and began to hold back, laughing insolently, laughing, louder and louder, as if facing Yagi who was stepping on his head. Siyan's mockery! (To be continued.) )