"A group of useless cowards!" Seeing that the infantry in front were defeated by a few more than a dozen Latin knights, Sultan Kehoslu was furious and denounced the villagers from the Mount Crow who were so vulnerable. He then ordered the Gulam cavalry under his command to join the war to save the defeat.

"Kill all the Franks for me!" The angry Sultan Rom ordered, if even such a small group of Latin people could not be solved, what would his face be!

Under the order of the Sultan, hundreds of Gulams, who were guarding the Central Army camp, immediately flew on horseback, dressed in clothes and rushed towards the Latin knights.

Although Theodor Lascaris felt that it was inappropriate when he saw this scene, he looked at the Turkic Sultan on the side and decided to oppose anything.

When the Gulam cavalry guards of Rom Sultan joined the battlefield, the situation immediately changed. Under the orders of the Gulams, the fleeing soldiers finally stopped the chaos, because anyone who dared to retreat was killed. The Rom soldiers looked at these heavy cavalry tremblingly, the elite troops raised by the sultans and Emirs in the East, most of whom were slaves, and were strictly trained and cruelly screened since childhood, and each was an elite. The Rom infantry, who had already been in chaos, finally stabilized and no longer retreated. Seeing the Gulam riders in the harnesses rushing into the formation to fight with the Latin knights, the Rom infantry immediately became excited, as if they were honored.

Outside the Brown Valley, the Marquis of Prehis was leading his troops and troops to wait. He watched the Latin knights and the Guram cavalry crossed each other and fought each other with a complicated expression. If Baron Clavu had not been able to buy time for him, Brown Valley would not be able to withstand the little one in his hands.

"Marquis, everything is ready." His subordinates rushed to report.

"Immediately blow the trumpet and let the Normandy bring his men back." Although he was still prejudiced, at such a moment, Marquis Priscius would not have any ambiguity and would release the signal according to the agreement with Clevu.

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On the other hand, Klev and his Brittanian knights were still fighting with the Gulam cavalry. Both sides were very skilled in equestrianism, and their horses, including each other, were armed to their teeth, and it was difficult to decide the winner for a while.

Although facing enemies that were several times more numerous than their own side, the Brittanian knights were still very calm and showed no sign of panic. This is the excellence of the Brittanians. Unlike the knights in other noble territories in the Kingdom of France, the Brittanians have good self-discipline in addition to bravery and can better cooperate with each other on the battlefield without taking any unauthorized attacks or act recklessly.

The vassals who commanded these families, Baron Klewu, the little knights who formed a wedge formation were as good as his arm. The knights who formed a wedge formation were invincible in the Turkic crowd. On the contrary, the Gulam cavalry were exhausted from pursuing, but they could not do the trick. Often, several waves of people could not intercept Klewu and his subordinates at all.

"Shoot the arrow!"

The angry Gulam cavalry hung up their spear and took off their short bow from their waists and shot them at the Latin knights, trying to kill them in this way. However, when the sparse rain of arrows flew from behind, Baron Claywu immediately ordered his knights to turn back and fight with him. When the Gulam cavalry was still raising arrows to aim at the Latin knights, they suddenly realized something was wrong. The Brittanians who had been tangling with them were actually coming towards them.

The Gurams, who were yelling that they were not good, quickly put down their bows and arrows in their hands to fight against the enemy, but at this time the Latin knights had completed the acceleration and charged towards them.

Klewuping held up his spear and shouted, "Long live His Majesty Henry!" The Brittanian knights behind him also responded loudly. Baron Klewu and his subordinates gathered together stabbed into the Gulam cavalry of Rom Sultan like a sharp knife. The Turks, who were completely unprepared, could only draw out their waist swords or lion wands with round shields to protect them in front of their chests. But under the charge of the rifle, all living beings were equal.

When the extremely strong penetration force penetrated Klewu's long spear, the Turkic people who were pierced by a chain mail were directly lifted from the ground by Baron Klewu, but the gun rod was immediately broken. After several rushes, the long pole weapon in his hand finally couldn't hold on. Like Klewu, the Brittanian knights drew out their broad swords and continued to fight with the Roma people. The blood soaked the robe. In an instant, more than a dozen Gulam cavalry were caught and killed.

At this moment, at the Brown Valley Pass behind him, the long horn sounded suddenly at the Marquis of Prehis.

That was a signal that Baron Claywu had agreed with the other party! Without any hesitation, the young noble immediately ordered his knights not to fight and retreat to the rear.

Just as the tide receded, the Latins who were still as powerful as a storm just now retreated like this. The other Gurams were stunned. When they realized that they had escaped from the broken encirclement.

"You must never let them go!"

So many companions were killed and injured, but until now, there was no casualty in the Latin Knights. How could the Gulams, who suffered such shame, give up? They chased after them without hesitation.

This scene was seen by Rascaris, who was watching the game. He immediately suggested to Sultan Kehosru, who was beside him: "The Gulams should be withdrawn, Sultan, this may be a trap." The other party had the upper hand just now, but he suddenly retreated at this time, and Theodolton felt bad.

But what responded to him was the anger of the Sultan, "Are you questioning the strength of my Gazis?" Kehosru I said. The unfavorable battle situation in front just now made him lose face. Now he was only thinking about tearing the Latin people to pieces. Instead of adopting the opinions of Theodor Lascaris, the Sultan ordered his palace guards to supervise the battle, asking them to conquer the small valley in front of them in one go.

"Whoever takes this valley, I have a lot of reward. I will cut off a Frank Knight's head and I will reward him with one hundred acres of land and ten pounds of gold!"
Chapter completed!