"You mean, Bohemond also wants to go north and occupy Mélitane?" The little sunfish was a little uneasy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gawain glanced at her and pointed to the drawings spread out on the table in front of him, his fingers tapping violently at the target, "Melitene is able to block the key points between Danishmund, Greater Armenia and Marash at the same time, if God favors me to take it, then my dominance will be half the success." But for Bohemond, he certainly wouldn't want Meritene to be a sword hanging over his head; And for Merrick, he didn't want Meritene to be a dagger against his soft belly. Then, the chair behind Gawain squeaked suddenly, and he kicked him backwards and slid half a step, and the huge body of the big brown bear stood up, and the shadow covered Agnes's gray eyes, which allowed the little sunfish to intuitively feel his nervousness and entanglement, which was rare to see in her previous years with the big brown bear, "Meritene North can use the river to drive directly to the central nuclear fortress of the Emirate of Danishmond Sivas; In the south, it is possible to follow a strip of plain pastures and attack the Marash region of the Normans; Further west could threaten Kaisia, the only source of water in the middle of the plateau. If I'm not mistaken, Bohemond will send his cavalry to attack Meritene to expand his power and keep my horse's hooves at bay, even if he won't turn against me directly. Little sunfish, here's the secret battle between me and him, and this gamble is going on under the table. ”

"Because honeymoons are always short-lived." The little sunfish frowned and made a philosophical statement.

On the Medensburg Pheasant Pier at the Syrian Gate, Bohemond twisted his red beard and breathed a long sigh of pleasure, looking at the blue waves below it and the black reefs dotted in between, "These thirty military towns, with their narrow access roads, are of much more strategic value than Raymond's Iron Bridge Fortress!" That's right, Tancred...... After Gawain captured Vanka City, he was probably really mobilizing and extracting all the elites and continuing to struggle to move north along the Sanus River, right? ”

"That's right, uncle, a figure like Gawain, his sword blade will never be retracted from its sheath until it pierces Mount Pontus and the Sea of Yukxing. We had to race against the clock, because our cavalry needed much less time to get from Marash to Melitene than Gawain's troops, and that was our advantage. Tank Red, who was wearing a cloak cross-body, stood behind him, his flaxen eyes were shining, "Please give a specific deployment as soon as possible, uncle!" Four thousand warlike Apulian troops are resting in the region of Ravodera, and if that is not enough, I can call on another three thousand soldiers from Edessa and Samosata at any time. ”

In the sea breeze, Bohemond raised the corners of his mouth, triumphantly raised his middle finger and index finger together, and said in a calm and calm tone: "Confidential officers, convey my order—Richard's four thousand men, together with the servant army of Parkaard and Ferra, will immediately march north from Marash!" Tancred, you also immediately return to Edessa, and organize a reserve army according to the number you said, as Richard's reject, and our target is Melitane. ”

"No problem, uncle!" The fierce and resolute Tancred, immediately carrying his sword, walked down the stone staircase of the fortress, when suddenly Bohemond summoned him, and added, "After the capture of Melitane, the Armenians, Greeks, or Turks must not be appointed to the possession of this fortress, and the commanders and municipal officials in it must be our Apulians, so let it be handed over to Richard - and, after the successful completion of the war, in the name of increasing the reward, the aliens such as Pacaad's father and son, Estus, and Fer, shall be relocated to the Syrian Gate, so that they may be supervised. Antioch, Marash, Samosata, Edessa, and Meritene are the real fortresses of the city, which should be the key to the gates and treasury of our own people, and we cannot pretend to others, and Barak is a lesson. ”

Hearing his uncle's advice, Tanfred looked thoughtfully at the sea and sky on the other side, then nodded in approval and continued to walk down the stone stairs.

Within a day, the mobilized army token reached the castles of Ravaudra and Tubesena, and the father and son of Park'ard urgently asked their subordinates to close the city gates, add garrisons on the towers, and then specially invited Fira at night, "What to do, Richard is camped in the countryside ten gul miles away...... It is said that the Turkic mercenary Ostu, with hundreds of cavalry, also rushed here from Samosata. ”

Then in the council chamber, Fell's fingers kept tapping on the oak table, as quickly as raindrops, and he looked very anxious, "That's right, we should only have one day to think about it." ”

"To obey or not to obey them?" Hercules rested his hand on his chin, "But on the leather paper attached to this military service token, the number of soldiers and horses recruited is equal to all we have......

"......That is to say," said the three of them in unison, "we followed Count Richard to attack Meritane, and perhaps as soon as the front foot left, the Normans took over our castle, and it must be Tancred who did this, and he was about to rush to Edessa to spy on us behind." ”

"Anyway, I don't want to go to Syria!" The bald Pak Ade's emotions were a little agitated, "There we are just a mule raised by Bohemond to pull goods, and we will only get farther and farther away from Greater Armenia, and sooner or later the plateau of the homeland will be divided between Gawain and Bohemond." These words aroused Fell's suspicion, and he said to the bald head in a trembling voice, "Do you have to stand on your own feet in the city?" But all our men and horses were gathered together, and it was about two thousand five hundred. What to rely on to fight the Normans, not to mention that Bohemond is likely to pull Gauvin to attack us, Pak Ade, do you ask yourself if the strength can surpass Prince Ruben? ”

"Beyond Reuben, even I have doubts; But the fate of Barak and Kousús is alive and well, there is no doubt about it. Parkade's answer left Fair speechless, and then paced the stone floor with his bald head in some pain, and Fell leaned over the chair without saying a word, obviously hesitating.

Hercules, on the other hand, leaned against the pillar, striking his forehead with his fist from time to time, and then made a concluding deduction, "How many roads are there before us now?" One was to obey the Norman envoys, surrender the two rich castles, and leave the fate into the hands of Bohemond; One is to rise up and resist and risk being wiped out at any time. Is there a third way? The Third Way, the Third Way ......"

Hercules' repeated incessant recitation of this word vividly proves that in this world, in all the countries and eras of the past and present, east, west, north and south, all the weak do not want to walk out of the "third way" in the gap between the confrontation between the strong, but there is no successful example at all. (To be continued.) )