"Kill--" Under the heavy reward of Kehosru I, the fighting spirit of Roma Dead Soldiers launched an attack again.

Outside the Brown Valley, the Latin soldiers defended their positions, watching the Turks rushing towards them, fear arose in their hearts. At this moment, Baron Clav's inspiring fighting spirit sounded in their ears.

"The army of pagans is coming towards us, and the greedy Turks want to touch our sacred land, but they are not afraid of it, and they can only bluff, and my comrades take up your sword of God and defend our faith! Fight against these devils' minions."

The young Claywu led the way, and once again urged the war horse under his crotch, and the knights of Brittania behind him also followed their young lord to launch a counterattack on the enemy.

That day, the young nobles riding a white horse, with sword light like shadows and blood stained their robes, and they repeatedly fought in the war with spears like forests. The iron hooves chased the wind, and stepped through the blood and soaked the mud. The layers of Turks surrounded were like dead grass withering in front of the knights' wedge formation. This scene increased the morale of the Latin soldiers guarding the position, shook flags and shouted, and shouted loudly inside and outside the Brown Valley. While the Turkic array was in chaos, the Latin soldiers also launched a death attack and took the initiative to attack the enemy.

Such an accident was really beyond the expectations of the Roma people. The two armies collided with each other, just like a red-hot table knife touching the shriveled cheese. The Latin sergeant's assault array easily cut the Roma Turkic horizontal formation from the middle. The originally huge infantry phalanx was cut into several components that could not be taken into consideration from the head and tail, and each fought for himself.

Now, the combat quality of the Latin soldiers and their well-equipped advantages were immediately magnified. Rom Sultan saw his bloated and redundant infantry array being cut and crushed by several sharp "meat-cutting knives" like fat pieces on the chopping board, but he had no choice.

"Arrower, shoot the arrow!" Despite his own accidental injury, Kehosru I directly ordered the shooter to shoot at the Latin people in the distance, hoping to kill as much as possible. At the same time, by his side, the Hasan Guard, who was the bottom of his box, had already stepped on the armored war horses and prepared to join the battle.

The Hasan warriors are the trump card under the Sultan. They are well-equipped with the Gurams, not only of noble origins, but also have one of the martial arts skills, which is enough to compete with Western European knights. Because of this, Kehosru I was unwilling to let them fight until the last moment. But now, a mere brown valley cannot be conquered for a long time. In order to maintain its prestige, the Sultan also decided to spare no expense.

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The bows and arrows fell overwhelmed, and the Latin soldiers raised their shields to block them. In comparison, the Turks, who were not protected enough, fell into chaos due to the falling arrow rain. They retreated in panic and caused greater casualties. For a time, the situation of the defeat of the Rom Sultan soldiers was irreversible.

The Latin soldiers also became more and more brave as they fought. Although they were enemies on all sides, the situation of victory and defeat had begun to change clearly under their head-on attacks. They really had the possibility of victory!

Just as the soldiers who were working hard to fight bravely charged forward, they killed the palace guards guarded by the central army of Rom Sultan, and the Turkic battle flags that were erected in the center were already close.

Witnessing everything, the Latins launched an attack in the direction of the Turkic battle flag without hesitation. If the flagpole could be cut off and the military flag landed, it would be greatly damaged by the morale of the other party. How could Marquis Pleis, who was well aware of this, missed such a great opportunity? He made a quick decision and led a small team to rush forward against the Turkic rain of arrows. Just as the Marquis was taking the lead and was about to cut off the ropes on the flagpole, a warning and danger suddenly came from behind.

"Be careful on the right!"

The Marquis turned his head subconsciously and heard a "swoosh" sound, and the sound of the air being torn echoed in his ears. When Priscius wanted to figure out what was going on, his eyes were filled with scarlet red, which had already covered his vision.

"His Marquis!"

Amid the screams of everyone, Marquis Prehis was shot by a bow and arrow and fell off his horse without armor protection.

When the guards behind him rushed forward and wanted to rescue them, they found that Priscis had no sound. The arrow shot out came from a steady and accurate manner, and the Marquis Priscis, who had almost no struggle, was shot through the blood vessel artery and swallowed.

"Mr. Priscius!"

The guards who could not accept such facts shouted, but they could not save the dead marquis in any case, but instead attracted more attention from the Turks.

This was the head of a Frank nobleman. Although he was defeated, some desperate people still had bad thoughts and saw Turkic people approaching here.

At this critical moment, Baron Clavu led his knights to the scene. The Britannians were invincible and quickly defeated the invading Turks. He looked at the look of several guards holding the Marquis of Priscius and shouted impatiently:

"Cry, what time will you have to wait!"

"But the Marquis was killed!" Several guards were the only ones who witnessed the scene just now. Everything was too fast and too fast. They didn't know where the shout came from, and they found that their Marquis were shot to death by a cold arrow.

"That's why you are not going to speak out. You want to make the morale of the army confusing, right?" Claywu warned that William I entered Britain because Harold was accidentally shot and killed on the battlefield of Hasting, causing the army's fighting spirit to collapse. Compared with William, who was also accidentally dismissed at the time, he was desperate to let the three armies know that they were safe. Now that Marquis Priscius is dead, if it spreads, it will inevitably shake morale. Claywu will never allow such a thing to happen.

"Don't weep anymore, pick up the weapons in your hands, take revenge, and become the sword guarding God!" Baron Clavu picked up the helmet belonging to Marquis Priscis from the ground, and put on the other party's red cloak, saying, "Now I will replace the identity of Lord Marquis. We will advance and not retreat in this battle. If we fail, Lord Priscis' sacrifice will be in vain!"

The young man's words moved the guards under the Marquis. They stood up and picked up the weapons in their hands, shouting loudly: "We are willing to listen to your order, Lord Claywu!"
Chapter completed!