Eagle Byzantium

Although the Patriarch of Antioch had been abused for such a long time, he was not mentally disturbed. He knew immediately what these people were doing: the leader ran very fast, holding the key in his hand, and the one behind said loudly He was speaking Turkic or Saracen and brandishing a machete in his hand, just to execute himself!

So the Patriarch howled and struggled immediately, like a goat in a pen waiting to be slaughtered. The chains on the wall were pulled straight, making violent noises together with the prison bars, "Kill, all orthodox believers. Come and save me, Lord, come and save me!” The Patriarch is here! They were jumping around nimbly within the radius that the chains could reach, but the masked executioners were very calm, standing in a row with their knives in hand, waiting outside the iron gate for the door to be opened, and the keys and locks to be heard. Gedageda's voice was like the whisper of death flying down quickly.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound, and a crossbow arrow was shot horizontally from the dungeon door, and penetrated into the temple of the executioner at the far end. Before the blood was splashed out, it flowed back along with the wound caused by the crossbow arrow. Once inside, the man grunted and fell to the ground.

As soon as the remaining executioners turned around in surprise, they were knocked down by more crossbow arrows. They either held their stomachs or raised their chests and fell down. The execution knives in their hands also clanged to the ground one by one. They were all shot dead within seconds.

There was only one unlocker left, his eyes were dull, the key in his hand was still in the lock, and he was shaking in place.

Footsteps sounded, and several soldiers wearing chainmail, cross-patterned blouses, and holding torches walked in to see the dead bodies on the ground, and then one of them dragged the one who unlocked the door over there. Under the wall, hold down He made him kneel down, then took out a dagger and cut his windpipe cleanly. Then there were several lock sounds, and accompanied by the gasp of the lockpicker before his death, the prison bars were opened with a roar, and then the Patriarch The iron ropes were also lifted. "My child, my child!" The Patriarch, who had survived the desperate situation, rushed forward and kissed the Christian soldiers who came to rescue him wildly, with tears streaming down his face.

Later, the extremely weak Patriarch was carried by several red-handed soldiers. The members of the Brotherhood were carrying pots and baskets beside him, and kept feeding him some wheat cakes and hot soup. Dragging on the ground, still chewing food on one side of his mouth, he first walked out of the prison, then down the winding staircases and corridors, and finally walked out. The patriarch covered his face in misery and shouted, "Oh my God, I'm here." He's been in the dungeon for too long, and it looks like his eyes have been damaged a lot."

"Your Majesty, your eyes are fine, it's dark outside." At this time, an officer wearing a blouse with complicated heraldic patterns and a monk's mushroom haircut came out kindly and said to him.

The patriarch blinked his eyes hard and finally returned to normal. Indeed, as the herald officer said, it was late at night and the sky was full of stars, but the black smoke had obscured their light a lot.

A four-legged bed was dragged over, and the soldiers placed him on it and covered him with a warm blanket. At the door of the prison house, the Patriarch finally leaned against the soft embroidered pillow again. He was inexplicably excited. With tears in his eyes, he smiled sadly and kept stroking the belts and scabbards of the soldiers around him to express his blessings to them. grateful.

"This is what we should do. His Royal Highness Gawain, the Grand Duke of the Empire, ordered us to come to rescue you as soon as the city was broken, and let you return to the palace immediately and serve as the head of the entire diocese." The coat of arms. The official knelt down, held the hand of John Oakshilt, who couldn't help nodding, and reminded him of the name of his real savior.

Soon, the Patriarch, who regained his vision, knew that he had escaped from hell, but the pagans in the entire Acropolis, whether they were civilians or soldiers, had entered a miserable hell - groups of pilgrim soldiers carrying bloody heads. Walking in groups along the streets Along the way, Crescent Cultists were constantly being searched out from the colonnades, pools, stables, and backyards. The victors first forced them to hand over their valuables, and then massacred them with swords or spears. The walls were densely packed with dead bodies lying upside down. corpse.

There were still cries at first, but later when the Crescent believers were searched and found, they were dragged to the execution ground by the soldiers with numb faces, and died in silence for a long time.

Later the Patriarch was horrified to see that the Pilgrim soldiers were no longer satisfied with killing people with swords, which would damage their precious weapons.

Several Provencal soldiers walked to the house across the street in front of him and shouted a few words to the red-handed soldiers on this side of the street. The red-handed soldiers threw a few iron rods and wooden sticks. The Provençal soldiers took them. They skillfully placed a small cavalry flag on the door, indicating that they had occupied this place, and then separated and sealed the front and back doors of the house. The others rushed in, and the miserable howls sounded, and the great animal husbandry First he knew that all the people hiding in the cellar had been killed.

But the Provençal people still grabbed a little girl who was wrapped in a robe and her face was covered with blood. She was about seven or eight years old. She was crying and twisting miserably. She kept looking back and shouting something into the house.

Then a few soldiers started a fierce but brief argument in front of the door, probably about whether they should take the girl in or get rid of her.

The bearded leader shook his hand to stop further arguments, probably because he thought the girl was too young. Then he raised the iron bar in his hand and hit the girl twice on the back of the head.

John Oakhilt saw that the girl's eyeballs were smashed out and her brain was flying high. He couldn't help but shudder and then felt his teeth chattering. But the Red Hand soldiers next to him watched all this silently, as if they were used to it.

At the west gate of the Acropolis, the Red Hand cavalrymen who were chasing them started to curse. There were so many dead bodies in front of their horses' hooves that the small and narrow streets of the Acropolis were blocked. The blood was stagnant and floating. There were also many Frankish soldiers who crossed the border, walking around there, bending down to pick up the spoils from the corpses, making the situation even worse.

At the gate, in front of the dim porch of a mansion, when Gawain came over with his guards, many Crescent Church women holding children knelt there, crying and wailing, their pale hands all stretched out to beg for mercy to Gawain, and gold jewelry was scattered all over the floor.

Most of them were either ladies or maids of ladies. "Put up the flag here." Gawain pointed to the porch, so Dim stepped forward and leaned the flag against the doorpost. A drunk Frank soldier, reeking of alcohol, came over with a bloody axe, causing the women to scream. They thought he was coming to slaughter them.

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Several members of the Brotherhood stepped forward and pushed the soldier back several times. The soldier muttered a few curse words, glared at Gawain, and then turned and left. (To be continued ~^~)