Then all the five hundred defenders of the Holy Spring Stone Fortress, mostly Calabrians and Armenian mercenaries, heard the chanting of the mountains and valleys on the side, like the resonance of the wings of countless locusts, and rolled through their ears in dense fear—Hercules raised his body, supported himself with both hands, climbed to the top of the watchtower, leaned half of his body out, and in the morning sun he saw thousands of Turkic cavalrymen wrapped in turbans and helmets, all with huge arrows hanging from their saddles, and carrying dazzling scimitars on their shoulders. Three-edged machetes or sharp spears, neatly and neatly, came out of the valley at some point, covering the entire mountainous area as far as the eye could see, washing the originally green slopes into a black monstrous turbidity.

What was even more terrifying was that the cavalry was only a handful of horses closest to the fort of the Holy Spring: in the distance, thousands of Turks, Saracens, Armenians loyal to Yagisyan, and Syriac Greeks, all standing on four-hoofed horses, camels, and even mules, singing verses of praise to Allah and the Prophet, and the deafening cry of livestock, raising dust that almost obscured the entire sun.

"Father" Rao was a young, brave and well-informed Hercules, and he felt that the fortress under his feet was trembling, like a lonely boat in a sea of dangerous storms.

The other soldiers were also speechless in horror, "That crimson banner is the signal for the general attack of Aggie, and this group of men has been ambushed in the mountains north and east of Antioch about yesterday. The bald Parker sighed, and then he turned around, sweat running down his bald head. In an instant, a mournful shout was heard throughout the stone castle, "Light the bonfire." Call the police to all Christian camps! ”

"Call the police! Alarm! Several sergeants with torches hurried across the battle path behind the curtain wall of the stone fort. Soon orange-red flames and black smoke rose from the beacon on the high platform of the stone castle.

"Father!" At this moment, Hercules' cries became more tense, and Pacuard followed his son's gaze and looked down the mountain, but saw that the whole gables and valleys of Antioch were burning with a great fire, and everywhere there were angry red flowers. There is also smoke that obscures the sky and the sun, enveloping the small stone castle at the core.

Pak Ad covered his mouth, his eyes irritated by the billowing smoke, "Damn, the wind is coming towards us, the Turks and Saracens are still mixing pepper in the beacon fire, and Aggie has really paid for it. He sped up to the beacon, overlooking the Orontes River below and the barrage of Porta St. Paul's, but there were countless flying smokes. Quickly sprinting to the other side, Parkard couldn't even breathe, let alone discern the direction of things.

"Send fast horses to tell Tancred about the Stone Fort."

But the stone castle was engulfed in smoke. Also peeped by the Norman camp soldiers in front of St. Paul's Gate also provoked considerable confusion, and Tancred ascended the watchtower. The oncoming fireworks stimulated him to tears. He couldn't see the outline of the Holy Spring Mountain Fort clearly, let alone understand the real situation of the other side. "What's the matter, everywhere are Muhammad believers chanting sutras and shouting to kill, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves shaking, has the stone fort fallen?"

"What the hell is going on in the Holy Spring Stone Castle?" About half a minute later, Gawain, who had put on his armor, was in the middle of the camp, shouting and asking Dim who was tying his shin armor, but the other party was only half-kneeling there, grunting and shaking his head wildly, and the soldiers around him ran out of the camp and shouted, holding weapons to look for all kinds of flag officers and Dugelius, Muzafiadin kept switching between broken Greek and fluent Turkic in his mouth, and pulled the black Sabina and the silver-white Quicksilver out of the stable with the reins.

"The thunder of the morning is the sound of the hoofs of the approaching horse!" Gawain shouted as he inserted the sword of phosphorus into the ring of his belt.

The great movement of Gawain's camp soon spread to the two Tetisius camps outside the ancient mile, and in the noise of the soldiers, Diognis jumped up to the wooden watchtower in the corner of the camp with a few arrows, and raised his eyes to see the black smoke wafting from the city of Antioch, and then looked towards the "Iron Bridge Estuary Fortress" over there, and Bohemond, Raymond and Orson were still unaware of the situation in the rear, and the military horses of the latter two crossed the Asase of the Orontes River and joined the army of the Duke of Apulia. Continuing in a detour to the northwest, to the port of San Simon, to receive supplies, this is a narrow strip of land that happens to be sandwiched between the east bank of the Orontes River and the east side of the Persian mountains, and it is precisely in this state that the march can be made as soon as possible, and the three lords have lined up their ranks in a long serpent column with each other at the end: Raymond in the front, Bohemond in the center, and Orson in the rear.

"Send fast horses and tell the armies that the valley is very dangerous, and I don't know if the Turks have taken advantage of the cover of this smoke to approach them, and even the Normans, even the Normans, must be rescued now." Diognis hurriedly leaned down and summoned several Pecheneg cavalrymen who were eagerly waiting below.

"Something feels wrong!" Bohemond, who rushed to the front of the team with the guards, hurriedly said to Raymond.

"What, what?" Raymond looked back in confusion, but the Orontes River was roaring, and behind it was full of hats and horses' heads, and for a moment it was hard to see anything.

Suddenly, in the bushes of the valley above, the grass mustard fluttered and fluttered, and a thunderous noise swept by, from the front of the procession to the end of the long procession, and everyone turned their heads in horror: a column of fierce and strong Turkic and Saracen cavalry, their bodies covered with glittering iron armor, armed with all kinds of powerful weapons, pikes, spears, bows and arrows, etc., writhing in the wind like wild snakes, swarming down the hillside, the sound of horses' hooves startled countless birds, and then many were pierced by flying arrows in mid-air, and then flew into the cheeks and necks of the Calabrian soldiers on the far side, blood and feathers mixed and scattered in the air.

"There's an enemy attack!" Bred, the chief standard-bearer of the Norman Banner Cavalry, turned his horse's head and fearlessly faced the Turkic cavalry rushing towards him: the fierce light of his turbaned eyes and the clusters of hardened arrows came one after another.

"Woo!" Breed shouted rudely, drew his sword and slashed left and right, two Turkic cavalrymen who passed by, blood gushing like a spring, their heads and bodies had been separated, but the horses were still carrying them and galloping wildly, Breed raised the hilt of his sword and was ready to fight again, but an arrow pierced his armpit directly like a poisonous snake looking for a gap, the lock ring shattered, he spewed out a mouthful of blood mist from his beard, his painful arm fell, bent the arrow feathers, and the sword fell to the ground with a bang.

Another arrow struck Brad on the cheek, who was still on horseback, but had lost his mind, and threw the shuttle dart in his hand into his huge body armor one by one like a thunderous horseman, "I know you, you are the Norman bandit who robbed our homes and killed our children!" With these shouts, Brad's dart-covered body slowly drooped, and the figure of the centaur was quickly lost in the torrent of pagan cavalry raids. (To be continued.) )