Raul looked up and saw the shadow of the black death, whistling down in the dim light of the setting sun, he stretched out his hand, and before he could shout a warning, a young Norman knight holding the flag beside him was stunned by a crossbow arrow with extremely penetrating power, and the knight shook violently on the horse's back, and then fell off the horse.

"Raise your shield." Then Raul shouted.

Then, many crossbow arrows continued to fall, and the mournful roar of men and horses was everywhere.

The crossbowmen of Benevento's detachment, dressed in light leather armor and iron helmets, spread out behind the high slopes and rocks that stood on the edge of the mountain pass, and constantly pulled the levers of the crossbow machine, pouring them on the Norman ranks that passed through the narrow area - Raul had miscalculated, and he was full of the belief that even if he would encounter the enemy in the mountain pass on the road to the small city of Lepanto, it would still be the Greek militia that had no armor or strong bows and crossbows yesterday, but Gawain's fleet had already docked, after forcing its way through a sheltered area of swamps and forests, Under the perfect guidance of Diognis, we arrived at the ambush site of this mountain pass. This was the inspiration that Gawain learned from the descendants of the Varangian Guard, a group of Vikings, who attacked by ship and attacked them by surprise.

A crossbow bolt pierced Raul's other knight and stabbed him directly into the cheek, this knight was an old backbone with twenty years of combat experience, and the two had also assaulted side by side in the Battle of Durazo, and now his eyeballs were falling, his face was covered with blood, and he touched his face in severe pain, but the eyeballs were pulled directly down, with a heart-rending cry. The lightly armed soldiers of Calabria were all carrying shields to protect them, and as soon as the Benevento crossbowmen stopped pulling the strings, the Tekopo mercenaries followed one by one, and from both sides of the mountain pass, they shot a storm of arrows, this time they were carrying huge quivers, each of which could carry sixty arrows, to ensure the uninterrupted firepower of the archery.

There were more and more light infantry and light cavalry wounded and fell to the ground, and the miscellaneous servants who helped Tancred carry the stretcher were also shot to the ground.

The brave Norman knights, even though many were wounded by arrows, some on horseback or some on foot, broke through the pass one after another, and the trumpets sounded - and the cavalry of Tetisius turned around and shot arrows and swords, slashing the wounded and infantry who were left behind.

"Damn Greek coward!" Raul roared at the top of the hill, and he saw the enemy commander, who happened to be the same one who had fought at the foot of Kademia that day, a tall Varyag-looking fellow, dressed in splendid and sturdy holy armor, standing under the banner of the Red Hand, holding a horse's head scepter, and staring at their chaotic procession.

Then the commander used his scepter to point at Tanfred, who had made the trek ahead, and then about twenty Benevento crossbowmen, with small flags and waves, raised their crossbows in unison and fired a volley in the direction Gawain pointed.

The knights and light infantry on all sides of Tanfred wailed, and immediately fell to the ground, and Tanfred's horse also twitched, and the head and flank were hit by crossbow arrows, and he directly threw Tancred down in pain, before kneeling on the ground and dying in agony.

Raul rode his horse quickly, braving the flying arrows, rushed to Tancred, who was struggling on the ground, and then jumped down and helped him up—in front of the pass, a swamp and bush with a patch of paths, and the armoured Italian infantry of the Greek army, mixed with the rest of the crossbowmen, were outflanking him.

"Raul!" Tancred, who was carrying it on horseback, stretched out his left hand and kept shouting, but Raul ignored him, and quickly tied him to the saddle with a rope, "Young man, I won't go to the Holy Sepulchre, and I won't be able to wait for you for ten years." After saying this, Raul said goodbye to him with a smile, "Your ten years are much more precious than mine!" ”

With that, Raul kicked his mount with his spurs, and the horse, in pain, with the shaking Tancraed, crossed a few bushes and galloped directly in the direction of Lepanto, followed by several Norman knights, but more often accompanied by Raul, turned around and drew his sword, and fought to the death with the Byzantine army that came from all directions.

But they were answered by the constant flow of arrows, and the humiliating death of endless wounds and bloodshed. The Italian armoured soldiers simply guarded the passes and muddy places, and used their swords to harvest the wounded or exhausted Norman knights, and some of the brave were let go, but those who showed the slightest cowardice were mercilessly assassinated and hacked to death. This group of Italian soldiers were all infantry, hired, and there was no constant land fiefdom, let alone much personal belief, and there was no psychological burden to kill a knight on horseback.

In the bloody battle, Raul rushed left and right, even if there was no war horse, he still held a spear, leading everyone to open up the way, and finally a Benevento archer hiding behind the bushes suddenly turned out, facing him, Raul's lower abdomen was hit by an arrow, kneeling on the ground, the rest of the Norman knights could no longer bear it, and the stars scattered. At this moment, Gawain nodded, and rode Sabina down the hillside, trampling the corpses of the pillow's enemies, and stopped behind Raul.

"You deserve to be admired, you shouldn't have died under a stumbling bolt." The Earl Commander jumped off his horse and said with the sword of phosphorus fire in his hand that this was his last "salute" to the veteran of the enemy army.

Surrounded by banner-raising Turkic soldiers and Turks, "You've used a weird, viking-and-Turkic stick hybrid tactic to crush us vilely. Raul, with a weakened voice, continued to kneel with his back to Gawain.

"Because I'm not a legalistic person, but a person who loves to learn." Gawain swung the sword of phosphorus fire horizontally.

"You're going to be a terrible enemy of the Normans, but unfortunately I can't fight you any longer."

"Yes, I understand."

"Ahh Raul was in pain, pulled out the crossbow arrow in his abdomen, and then splashed out a stream of blood, turned around with his sword, and slashed at Gawain - everyone around him was taken aback, this was simply the most terrible dying throes, jade burning tricks.

With a flash of fire, Gawain's blade pressed Raul's, and then sparks rushed up Raul's sword with a grinding sound, followed by a buzz, and it was all over: Raul's chainmail gauntlet was slashed along with his neck, and even the sword was slashed off, swaying on his back, and then with a few streams of blue flames, he fell under Gawain's sword.

"My spear charge still needs to be refined to deal with Bohemond." Gawain muttered, which was also the meaning of his admiration for Raul, and put away the demon-cursed sword of phosphorus fire again, "Let's go to Lepanto and continue the pursuit!" ”