It was just dawn, and when the Turkic light cavalry in Ankara came out to investigate, they were surprised to find that the Latin army camp, which was still heavily guarded yesterday, was now empty.

"It seems to be walking at night." Looking at the quiet camp gate, the Turkic soldiers speculated that when they came to peek last evening, they saw smoke rising.

"No, look at the pile of ashes, it was obviously just extinguished," another soldier jumped off the horse. He pushed open the unlocked wooden gate despite his companion's obstacles. As soon as he walked in, he saw a pile of embers, with uncooled Mars jumping on it.

"Can the Greeks who came from Trabizon say the truth?" Looking at this scene, several soldiers looked at each other. The purpose of their trip was to confirm the truth of the news. But I never thought that the Latin army, which was still aggressive a few days ago, actually retreated.

"Is there something weird? Don't be ambushing us!"

The suspicious investigation scout plucked up the courage to go to the camp without any garrisons, but saw that it was really empty inside and not even taken away the military tent. It seemed that the Latins were leaving in a hurry. At first, the alert Turkic cavalry suspected that it was a trap and shot a few arrows into it, but they did not respond. In this way, the information notified by the suspicious Greek last night was true!

In that case, several scouts looked at each other. If it was true, then the matter must be notified as soon as possible.

"You have to inform the Sultan of this matter as soon as possible!"

"Yes, don't let those Latins go away."

After discussion and conclusion, the excited Turkic soldiers immediately put down their work, and immediately rushed back to Ankara to inform their Sultan Kehosru I of the great news. If it was really as the information said, the Latins who retreated in large numbers must have no defense at this time. This was the excellent time for them to fight back. The Turkic people, who could not contain their revenge, dared not delay any delay.

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On the Anatolian Plateau, the winter in December makes the inland areas particularly cold. Although there has not yet been snow, the withered wasteland has long been empty, which has also made the dark and marching crowd the most eye-catching scenery.

It was the palace tent army of Roma and the Nicean army that were walking together. For the Turks of Roma, this was already commonplace. They were the best at traveling long distances, but they came like the wind. With this ability, they had defeated the Crusaders and eliminated other nomadic tribes, and even defeated the Roman emperor's siege army. But now they fought side by side with the Roman army to deal with the Latin people they hated very much. After all, both sides had deep

During the festival, there is no need to say much about the remnants of Nicea's Romans. Many of them escaped from Constantinople and were determined to restore their capital. The Sultan of Roma hated the Latins under the banner of the crusade. During the first expedition, they had to hand over the city of Nicea, which had already been obtained, and became a vassal of Alexei I. This time the Latins even fought to Ankara, and Kehosru I vowed to let the invaders go back and forth.

"Gazi, who was given to me in the name of the True God, defeated the invading enemy! Although the Franks were extremely vicious, the True God gave us strength to make us not afraid of the army of Kafir!" The Sultan of Kehoslu, who said this in front of the formation, encouraged the morale of his soldiers. After receiving reliable news and the report of scout investigation, the Sultan consciously won the victory and led the army out of Ankara.

After receiving the blessings of the Sultan, the Roma Turks became brave and accelerated their marching, and were determined to annihilate the enemy who invaded the territory, so that their corpses could feed the jackals in the wasteland.

"His Majesty Theodor, celebrate our upcoming victory! I believe that in a few days, these Franks will be driven back to the other side of the sea, and Nicea will return to your country." The Sultan said proudly to Emperor Theodor Lascaris, who was beside him. He sent someone to check the traces left by the Latin Empire army. The ruts and horse marks were very messy, and it seemed that the situation was really urgent. Moreover, the stove in the camp was also cold, and it was certain that the other party had no time to eat when retreating. Such a messy, hungry and cold army was undoubtedly the fish on their chopping board in the wasteland.

The co-governor of the emperor Rascaris also quickly praised: "If the Sultan had not supported him strongly, I would have been able to rebuild the country. After the matter was completed, I would definitely thank you and make friends with you."

"Haha, it's so good. I believe that His Majesty Alexei III should be coming soon." The proud Sultan of Kehoslu said with a smile, his attitude was casual and he did not give the tribute to the Theodor Lascaris of Nicea beside him.

Theodor Lascaris smiled very reluctantly. He knew that even if he agreed this time, he would be a wedding dress for others. He encountered a sudden attack in Nicea and the strong Nicea wall was broken without attacking. He could only choose to surrender to the Sultanate of Roma, but the price was to give way to his father-in-law Alexe III. Although he was unwilling to give way, he would not choose.

This time, Sultan Kehoslu made a lot of money. His palace tent alone dispatched three thousand cavalry and archers and six thousand warriors. In addition, several surrounding vassal tribes sent to support and the remnants of the Niceans, the vast 24,000 soldiers set out from Ankara to divide into two groups to prepare to launch a pursuit and encircle and suppress the retreating Latin Empire army.

Kehoslu and Theodor led 15,000 people to follow the Latin army along the Sariya River, and along the way, several small Latin troops that had fallen behind. The other nine thousand troops were the Armenian and Kurdish mercenaries led by Emperor Alexei III to be loyal to him, and were best at mountain warfare. Their goal was to cross the Corolu Valley and surround the way for the Latin retreat.

As expected, the two armies were about to enter, and they should be surrounded and retreating Latins at the junction of the wilderness and mountains not far ahead. The Sultan of Kehoslu, who was sure to win, held the golden scepter in his hand and directed his army forward, but he did not know that all their actions had been exposed to others' sight at this time.

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Chapter completed!