Eagle Flag of Epirus

"The Eagle Flag of Epirus (

Brown Valley, located at the junction of the coastal plains of Anatolia and the inland mountainous areas, was named for its rich iron ore in the past, but now the minerals here have been exhausted, so it has become a transit for the Latin army to hoard grain and grass. station. The Emperor Henry, who ordered to pull back to the division overnight, had no time to send heavy soldiers to guard the place, so the Marquis of Plessis, who was in charge of the break, led his troops and horses to transfer the luggage. Also with him was Baron Clevoud from Normandy. He only brought a dozen Breton knights with him. Although both sides were responsible for the same work, they had no desire to communicate.

As a vassal of the former Emperor Baldwin I, the Marquis of Plessis remained relatively loyal despite his discord with Emperor Henry, so he personally brought someone over to take charge of the command. A lot of military supplies have been hoarded in the Brown Valley, both provided by the Genoese and captured in the city of Nicaea. He didn't want to see it being abandoned for the enemy. Thinking of this, the Marquis glared fiercely at Baron Clavou, who was also here.

"Obviously, you can wipe out the remnants of the Greeks and the Turkic heretics once and for all, but your Majesty believed in a boy from Normandy, so that he fell short of Alexander's great achievements. It is really heartbreaking." The marquis was very dissatisfied and looked at the stacks of weapons and weapons. The food was loaded into a mule and wagon, and it was the most stupid decision to give up attacking Nicaea and the Sultanate of Roma. He knew that it was not only Emperor Henry himself who contributed to this decision, but also Clevoud, but after a night of private conversation, the emperor made up his mind to retreat, which would surely contribute to the flames. Because of this, the nobles had long hated this foreign boy.

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

"It's not good, my lord!"

"What happened, so panicked!" Watching the soldiers staggering to him, Plessis hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, and when the stammering soldier told what he saw outside the valley To the marquis.

Plessis also changed his face, "Turkic people? How did they catch up!"

They retreated from Ankara the night before. They did not expect that the Sultan of Roma would catch up here all the way. The Marquis of Plessis, who felt the seriousness of the problem, immediately ordered the sergeants who were still carrying food and supplies to put down their work.

"Retreat immediately and make peace with His Majesty Henry." The Marquis ordered that he only took a few hundred soldiers in the valley. He was isolated and helpless. He had to retreat immediately to avoid being surrounded by Turks who came after him, but his decision was immediately lost. The little Baron Clavou on the side denied it.

"No, at this time I found that the Turkic people showed that the enemy has cut off all our retreat. There are already few people. If you give up here, you will definitely be annihilated halfway. There is no time to reconcile with His Majesty Henry. What we should do now is to prepare for the enemy! "

The little Kleiwu made a decisive decision. It was simply not suitable for a commander of his age. It was different from the Marquis of Plessis and he went into chaos when he heard the enemy approaching. Clavou's composure, on the contrary, the panic-stricken Guinai Latin soldier was relieved a lot.

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On the other side, Sultan Kehoslu and his subordinate Gazi stationed troops to the south of the brown mountain. They surrounded them with many encirclements and pursued them all the way. He finally found an army alone. Determined to eat it, Roma Sultan did not follow the advice of Lascaris Caesar on the side to abandon it, and instead ordered the army to set up a battle.

"I think this place must be the place where the Latins are hoarding food. If it can be conquered, the loss the day before yesterday will certainly be able to make up. Moreover, if there are few enemies, what are the scruples, just take this opportunity to vent my hatred." , The guards of the palace tents one after another sounded the horns of attack, and the light infantry in the mountains lined up with a wooden shield and axe in their hands. These soldiers were born in the mountainous countryside outside Ankara. The battlefield is extremely eager to make contributions.

The commanded mountain infantry issued a battle cry, echoing inside and outside the brown valley. They slowly stepped into the valley and prepared to slaughter all the Latin Kaffir.

But to their surprise, the Latin army, which had only a few hundred men, did not wait to die. They saw the infantry holding kite shields overlapping each other and arranged in a horizontal formation at the mountain pass, followed by crossbowmen and swords. Shield hand. Obviously, the battle roar of the mountain people did not frighten these Latin soldiers. The sergeants who maintained their morale and formed a defensive formation also responded to the howls of enemies outside the Brown Valley by striking their shields with their weapons.

"Interesting." Seeing that the Latins dared to challenge with so few troops, Sultan Roma laughed with anger. "It seems that we are all being despised by the arrogant Latins." Kehoslu said to Lascaris.

Lascaris remained cautious, "Sultan, please don't underestimate the enemy, the Latins should not be underestimated." On the battlefields of Constantinople and later Nicaea, Theodor suffered a lot. , He must remind the other side that Sultan Roma's tactics are no different from Rome.

But how willing to listen, Kehuslu sneered: "My Gazi is not a coward!"

The drums are beaten to make a sound and prestige, the golden drums are staggered, and the sound is clank. The mountain infantry was ordered to be the forward, followed by the sword militia from the Nicaea Romans, and the coalition of Nicaea and Turkic forces pressed up into the brown valley.

The Sultan of Roma must have thought that he had a chance to win, but saw a dozen knights galloping out of the brown valley, headed by Baron Clevoud himself. Resolute knights surrounded their monarchs and formed a wedge-shaped formation towards the Turkic army. Seeing this scene, Roma Sultan laughed.

"Haha, is it that you have been so scared to go crazy, and you have come from looking for a dead end!"

As soon as Kehoslu's voice fell, the dozens of knights and Baron Klevu in the distance were all riding their horses and whip at the same time, their iron hooves trampled on the dust, and their momentum increased several times in an instant. Obviously there are only a dozen people, but the Latins are riding big horses with white horses. The gorgeous and towering cavalry spears in their hands are like halal towers rising into the sky~www.ltnovel.com~ is daunting.

Little Clavou galloped out of his knights. "Stable formation," he instructed. The cavalry charge of the wedge array turned into a spearhead, and he personally served as the tip of the spear. The enemies in front of him are mighty, but there are only a dozen of them, but the Marquis is still calm, "Don't panic," he said, "They are all mobs!"

"I would like to hear from you, Lord Clavou."

The knights born in Brittania were not passionate and surprisingly calm. They followed the young Kleivu’s uncle early in the fight. At that time, they were still knights' attendants and were loyal to the Kleiwu family. The enemy will not back down.

The knights rode very close, knees to their knees, holding the Romanian flag high, and rushing towards the mountain infantry of the Roma Sultanate. Those Turkic cannon fodder from the countryside, although fierce, but the formations are messy, even if they swarm up, there is no threat to the Latin knights. "The spear is ready," Clavou ordered, and he started sprinting.

The hoofs of the horses sounded like thunder. After the knights from the Crusades completed the roundabout, they launched a sprint before the Turks had time to complete the defense construction. The chaotic formation completely exposed the weakness of the Roma Sultanate's light infantry, and the mountain people hurriedly dealt with the sudden impact. But it was too late. Baron Clavou levelled his spear and shouted: "Long live your Majesty Henry!" The crowd responded loudly. The wedge-shaped formation is like a bow and arrow flying out of the string, rolling horseshoes and sharp lances into the Turkic crowd.

In an instant, the Sudanese infantry who was attacked from the side was crushed, like a slaughter knife separating the throat of the livestock, and blood was splashing. More than a dozen Latin cavalry broke into it, and there is no one to take, especially Baron Clevoud himself lives as a death messenger walking on the earth. Wherever his spear goes, he is full of flesh and blood.