Brown Valley is located at the junction of the coastal plains of Anatolia and the inland mountainous areas. It was named after the abundant iron ore. However, the minerals here have long been exhausted, so it has become a transit station for the Latin army to hoard food and grass. Emperor Henry, who ordered the army to be sent back overnight, had no time to send heavy troops to guard the place, so the Marquis of Priscius, who was responsible for the cut off the rear, led his troops to transfer the baggage. He also came with Baron Clevu from Normandy, who only brought more than a dozen Brittanian knights around him. Although both sides were responsible for the same work, they did not have a slight desire to communicate.

As a vassal of the former emperor Baldwin I, Marquis Priscius remained relatively loyal despite the conflicts between him and Emperor Henry, so he personally brought people to take charge of the command. A lot of military supplies were stockpiled in the Brown Valley, including both Genoese and captured in the city of Nicea. He did not want to see it being abandoned for investment in the enemy. Thinking of this, the Marquis glared fiercely, and Baron Clavu, who was also here.

"It is obvious that the remnants of the Greeks and the Turkic pagans can be eliminated once and for all, but His Majesty is a little convinced of a boy from Normandy, which has caused the great achievements comparable to Alexander to fail. It is really heartbreaking." The Marquis, who was very dissatisfied, felt heartbroken. Seeing the piles of weapons and food being loaded onto mules and carriages, he felt that it was the stupidest decision to give up the attack on Nicea and the Sultanate of Roma. He knew that it was not only Emperor Henry himself, but also Klev. However, after a secret talk, the emperor made up his mind to withdraw his troops, and he would inevitably add fuel to it. Because of this, the nobles had long hated this foreign boy.

Suddenly, outside the valley, panic soldiers ran in from outside, their faces filled with panic.

"Not good, sir!"

"What happened, so panicked!" Seeing the soldier staggeringly running to him, Priscis had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and when the stuttering soldier told the marquis what he saw outside the valley.

Priscis also changed his face, "Turkish people? Why did they catch up!"

They set out to retreat from Ankara the night before, but they didn't expect that the Sultan of Rom had chased him all the way. Marquis Pleis, who suddenly felt the seriousness of the problem, immediately ordered the sergeant who was still carrying food and supplies to put down his work.

"Retreat immediately and get along with His Majesty Henry." The Marquis ordered that he only brought a few hundred soldiers in the valley, and was isolated and helpless. He had to retreat immediately to avoid being surrounded by the Turks who had chased him, but his decision was immediately denied by the little Baron Claywu on the side.

"No, when we discovered the Turks at this time, it means that the enemy has cut off all our retreat. There are few people at first, and if we give up, we will definitely be annihilated halfway. We don't have time to get along with His Majesty Henry. What we should do now is prepare to go out of the valley to fight the enemy!"

Little Clever made a quick decision, which was simply not in line with the commander of his age. Unlike the Marquis of Priscius who heard the enemy approaching, he was distracted. Clever's calmness made the Latin soldiers in the valley feel much more at ease.

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On the other hand, Sultan Kehoslu and his subordinates stationed troops south of the Brown Mountain, surrounded several times and pursued them all the way. He finally found a lonely army. Sultan Rom, who was determined to eat them, did not obey the advice of Rascaris Caesar on the side, but ordered the army to set up their formations.

"I think this place must be a place where Latin people can accumulate food and fodder. If it can be conquered, the losses the day before yesterday will definitely be compensated. Moreover, the enemy is small and we are so crowded, so what are the concerns? I just take this opportunity to vent my hatred in my heart." The Turkic Sultan shouted with a bullet knife, and the guards of the palace tents under his command sounded the horn of attack. The mountain light infantry held wooden shields and short axes in their hands, and they were lined up in front of them. These soldiers were born in the countryside of the mountainous areas outside Ankara City. The people were brave and humble, so they were extremely eager to make achievements on the battlefield.

The mountain infantry who received the order issued a battle cry, echoing inside and outside the Brown Valley. They slowly marched into the valley to slaughter all Latin Kaffir.

But to their surprise, the Latin army, which had only a few hundred men, did not sit and wait for death. The infantry holding kite shields overlapped with each other and arranged horizontally at the mountain pass, followed by crossbowmen and sword and shieldmen. Obviously, the battle cry of the mountain people did not scare these Latin soldiers, and the soldiers who maintained their morale and formed a defensive formation also knocked on their shields to respond to the howling of the enemy outside the Brown Valley.

"Interesting." Rom Sultan also laughed furiously when he saw the Latins dare to challenge the valley with such a small amount of troops. "It seems that we are all despised by the arrogant Latins." Kehosru said to Lascaris.

Lascaris remained cautious, "Sultan, please don't be careless and underestimate the enemy. The Latins should not be underestimated." On the battlefield of Constantinople and Nicea afterwards, Theodor suffered a lot. He must remind the other party that the tactics of Roma's sultan's life are no different from those of Rome.

However, how willing Kaihosru listened, he sneered: "My Gazi is not a coward!"

The drums were beating to make their voices powerful, with golden drums intertwined and roaring. The mountain infantry was ordered to be the vanguard, and behind them were sword-holding militias from the Romans of the Nicea, and the coalition forces of the Nicea and Turks pressed towards the Brown Valley.

The Sultan Roma must have thought he was sure to win, but saw a dozen knights riding horses out of the Brown Valley, and the leader was Baron Klewu himself. The knights wearing strong and sharp legs surrounded their monarchs and formed a wedge formation towards the Turkic army. Looking at this scene, the Sultan Roma laughed out loud.

"Haha, have you been scared to death and actually been seeking death!"

As soon as Kehoslu finished speaking, the dozen knights and Baron Klev in the distance were whipping at the same time, and their iron hooves trampled on the dust. The momentum became several times larger in an instant. There were only a dozen people, but the Latins rode high-headed horses and white horse suits. The gorgeous and towering cavalry spears were like halal towers soaring into the sky in their hands, which was daunting.

Little Klewu rode out from his knights. "Stable formation," he instructed. The cavalry of the wedge formation charge turned into a spearhead, and he personally took the spearhead. The enemy in front of him was mighty, but they were only a dozen people, but the Marquis was still calm, "Don't panic," he said, "It's all a mob!"

"I wish to listen to your order, Lord Clavu."

The knights from Brittania were not as excited as they were surprisingly calm. They followed the uncle of Little Klewu very early. They were still knight attendants at that time and were loyal to the Klewu family. Even though they faced a million enemies, they would not retreat.

The knights rode very close, kneeling to their knees, holding up the Romanian flag, and rushed towards the mountain infantry of the Sultanate of Roma. The Turkic cannon fodder from the countryside were fierce, but the formation was chaotic, and even if they swarmed up, they did not pose any threat to the Latin knights. "Prepare for the spear," Klev ordered, and began to sprint at the same time.

The sound of the horse's hooves was like thunder. After the knights from the crusaders completed the detour, they launched a sprint before the Turks could complete the defensive construction. The chaotic formation completely exposed the weakness of the light infantry of the Roma Sultanate. The mountain people hurriedly dealt with the sudden impact. But it was too late. Baron Klewu put the spear in his hand flat and shouted: "Long live His Majesty Henry!" Everyone responded loudly. The wedge formation was like a bow and arrow flying out of the string, and the rolling horse's hooves and sharp cavalry spear pierced into the Turkic crowd.
Chapter completed!