On the eastern front, the brigades of Gregor and Gemaggis had driven more than a thousand unarmed Crescentists to a distance of less than fifty feet in front of the third battalion. The garrison behind the wooden fence shouted in panic, and stretched out the bowstring in his hand to the messenger beneath it, only separated by a trench.

"For the sake of the scriptures and the prophets, open the gates and gates." Their faces were full of horror and despair, and an hour ago, when they passed through the gates of Orontes' stronghold, they secretly spied on the mystery and felt that "everything was under the control of the believers of the Scriptures", but they secretly rejoiced in the intelligence of themselves and Allah, but in an instant, the butcher's knife of the infidels behind them was mercilessly slashed on the top of their heads.

"Don't let anyone in, get out of the trench, or you'll shoot arrows." Bey, who was covered in battle clothes on the tower of the Qimen Gate, waved his arms and shouted.

At this moment, after the crowd in front of the trench, Gregor drew his sword and slashed several of his followers with a heart and heart, and roared, "What mercy, for the sake of your lord, rush straight with me!" The rest of the congregation screamed, their hands bound with ropes, and they had lost their strength from the fright and trek of the previous two days of hunger, but with the re-raising of Gregor's butcher's knife, all the soldiers of Gimageis who followed the crowd lost the slightest pity and raised their tomahawks and scimitars and went on a killing spree.

Many screamed, and were immediately cut down in the trench, and the corpses were stacked, while the others, like frightened herds of cattle, instinctively raised their hands, frantically pulled others, trampled the wounded and killed, and rushed towards the wooden fence of the camp, and soon the wooden fence of the Turks was squeezed and shook wildly, and there were arms for help everywhere.

"Shoot arrows, stab them to death with spears, the enemy will rush in the back!" Nabeyi was ruthless, and the Turkic soldiers behind the wooden fence also shouted, and shot the arrows on the bowstring one after another, and many of the believers trembled, holding the blood flowing from the wound of the arrow, with an expression of disbelief on their faces, and with tears on their faces, lying on the edge of the wooden fence, dying in pain and despair. And the people who followed, precisely because of this great despair, became even more crazy, and in the moment before they died, many people actually shouted and cursed Allah, and rushed even harder against the crumbling wooden fence, and many people held bloody hands, regardless of the damage of tribulus, and stared at their eyes, like evil spirits in hell, making all kinds of terrible cries, all climbing upwards.

Soon after the ranks of the Turkic archers in Mosul, many strong soldiers, armed with spears and axes, rushed forward to assassinate and kill all the people who continued to charge at Muzha.

At this moment, several Gemagis soldiers, who were mixed with the crowd, took the opportunity to grasp the ignited fire jar and smashed it through the high wooden fence, and the hay field in the wall burst into flames, and then the group took off their robes, and slashed several Crescentists who were climbing with axes, using the dead bodies as their own barriers, and began to use axes and scythes to slash the ropes tied to the forked wood or wooden fences. A loud sound sounded - the wooden fence was crushed several times by the dead and the Crescentists who cried out for help, and then Gregor carried his bridle and shouted and swung his sword, cutting down all those who stood in his way, stepping on the corpses and the firelight, and the other Ghimageis soldiers rushed forward and captured the third camp.

Subsequently, the Mosul soldiers from the first, second, fourth, and fifth camps poured out one after another, and launched a counterattack against Gregor's headquarters along the road in front of the camp.

"Turn your horses around, and we're going to kill all the Turks on the east side again." In front of the gate of the central camp, Gawain, Hartmann, and Werner, each carrying bloody swords, led all the cavalry to the right and collectively turned the horse's head and horse's hooves, and left the central camp of the Mosul side in a grand manner, leaving it without attacking, but all rushed to the east side, and the ranks of Mosul soldiers who came out of the first, second, fourth, and fifth camps were slashed and ravaged.

In such a situation, the Mosul soldiers (the fourth and fifth) who came out of the camps in different positions, and were just about to rush to the aid of their third camp in the middle, were cut off from the back by the fierce pilgrim cavalry, and the regiments and groups were pierced by spears and decapitated by swords and axes, and were wiped out. Then all the pilgrim cavalry rushed to the Mosul soldiers who had come out of the first and second battalions, dispersed them, and then pursued them and slashed them at will.

At the same time, the 4,000 infantry commanded by Merlot on the west side also launched a fierce attack on the camp in front of him, and Merlot, who was hung with the "Christ Fish" ornament in front of his breastplate, waved his baton and asked his soldiers to adopt the strategy of "attacking one after another", and soon captured the seventh, ninth, eleventh and thirteenth battalions that were leaderless and overwhelmed, and the defenders in the remaining battalions also lost the confidence to hold on, and rushed to abandon the camp and fled noisily in the direction of Atta City. The number of people who trampled on each other along the way and died cannot be counted.

Godfrey of the West Castle and Raymond of the Iron Bridge Estuary also ruthlessly uprooted the Turkic camp in front of them, and Godfrey also encouraged the soldiers to march towards the port of St. Simon.

The entire west bank of the Orontes River was filled with smoke and slaughter, and all the camps of Amasa were on fire, like a giant python burned and twisted in pain, and the blood of the soldiers of the Mosul side stained the earth, their heads fell with their swords, and the ground was covered with zombies.

And on the other side of the camp, watching this one-sided massacre, the prince of Mosul Kobha, was dumbfounded, his hands and feet trembled, and for a long time he looked at the beautiful summer scenery of the Daphne jungle over there, which was almost completely obscured by the burning smoke, with a full of resentment, "What the hell is Ridwan, this bastard, doing, he just watching, watching my army suffer such a miserable destruction?" ”

Then, without saying a word, Kobha staggered to the huge richly decorated tent, walked to the miraculous and closed hourglass, and then, trembling with his hands, tried to pull the plug inside, and himself rode his horse and spear, and led the army to reverse the defeat in the West Bank, "There are countless people who have added a grain of sand to our victory, and I will never lose." ”

Budakis rushed out next to him, stopped the prince whose mind was already burned, and persuaded him bitterly, "General Boesas has already taken five thousand elite soldiers to clean up and stabilize the situation, as long as we still control the city of Atta and the port of San Simon, we will not lose." Please calm down, Your Highness, besides, Durak of Damascus has already arrived here with a large army. (To be continued.) )