I am Da Song

Chapter 560

Four thousand elite musketeers poured firepower on the Frankish cavalry who were blocked in the middle of the battlefield like dead pigs.

The battlefield was like a massacre, and the Frankish nobles almost stood there waiting to be shot.

The Ross barbarians who watched this scene took a breath, fighting against the red tide always challenged the bottom line of human nerves.

The dense thunder and gunshots continued to ring out, and the Franks deeply felt the despair in the face of the tactics that spanned the era.

They didn't even have a chance to desperately, they could only walk towards death in despair and wailing.

This kind of fear quickly overwhelmed the will of some people. The nobles and knights from the Duchy of Aquitaine fled first. They fled desperately, intending to escape through the narrow passage in the middle of the red tide phalanx.

The Duke of Aquitaine was Queen Eleanor, and the Duchy of Aquitaine was also incorporated into the royal family's territory as the queen's dowry.

But obviously the queen's interests are sometimes different from those of the King of France. Especially when faced with such a predicament, the people of Aquitaine immediately thought of relying on the King of France's people to block the red tide, and they took the opportunity to escape for their lives.

As the queen's natal family, shouldn't she enjoy this privilege?
The retreat of the Aquitaines greatly affected the faith of all the Frankish knights. When densely packed routs passed by them, it was meaningless for them to rush forward to the continuous musket phalanx like a lonely hero.

Four thousand muskets fired continuously, and the rain of bullets quickly turned the battlefield in front of them into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Thousands of knights and war horses fell in a pool of blood, dead bodies piled up like a mountain, and deserters climbed out of the mountain of corpses in a mental breakdown.

At this moment, the most majestic drums finally sounded in the Song army formation.

Even the barbarians know exactly what the order of the drum is!
The whole army is attacking!

The banner that covered the sky and the sun was flying high above the entire army in an instant, and all the troops under King Qin waved their spears and giant axes excitedly, roaring and launched the most violent offensive.

Tens of thousands of barbarians rushed out of the position like a tide, rushing all over the mountains and plains to the astonished Constantinople defenders.

At the same time, the cavalry on the two wings of the Song Army began to outflank and encircle a large area, and the dense rain of arrows shot into the coalition formation at any cost.

Seeing this scene that seemed to be falling apart, Byzantine Emperor Manuel said in despair: "The Frankish cavalry has been wiped out, and this raging red tide can no longer be stopped."

Countless Constantinople soldiers stopped in their tracks, opened their mouths, and looked into the distance dull and tired.

The crowd covered the distant sky, and the black mass of people couldn't see the end at a glance. The barbarians roared wildly, and the violent impact came.

The captain of the Varangian guard said to the emperor in despair: "Your Majesty, the Franks are defeated, and the red tide is raging and unstoppable. I will lead the Varangian guards to form a steel barrier to defend you here to cover your return to Constantinople. "

Manuel glanced at the thin Varangian defense line. After fighting for so long, they also suffered heavy casualties.

If they had a scale of 2 people, they might be able to form a silver steel barrier, as immovable as a mountain, and block the violent red tide on the Thracian plain.

But they are too thin, the front line is only a few miles wide, and the thickness is as if it can be pierced through.

Tens of thousands of red tides can drown them in an instant.

Manuel tightly clenched his fists. At this moment, he finally recalled his father, the old emperor who was known as a handsome man because of his gentle temper.

Before he died, he could not make a sound on the bed, his throat was blocked by thick phlegm, he held his right hand with tears in his eyes, his face flushed with excitement, and he was staring at the crown on his head.

The old emperor, who worked so hard, only uttered half a sentence of last words: "Give up... ba"

Everyone didn't know whether the emperor meant to give up, or to give up on something.

Facing the overwhelming red tide at this moment, Manuel seemed to understand his father's thoughts in an instant, gave up the throne, and handed over the title of emperor to the emperor in the east who sat high in the nine heavens.

The old emperor was very opposed to fighting the red tide from the beginning to the end.

During his tenure, he resolutely resisted the crossing of the Crusaders, and even cut off the Cilician Corridor, the back road of the Crusaders countries.

Compared with other emperors who were more adept at war, the old emperor paid more attention to diplomacy, and would rather surrender to Red Tide than get involved in the war between the Crusades and Red Tide.

Manuel once fiercely opposed his father's idea of ​​surrender at a key meeting of the empire. As a young and energetic prince, he looked down on his father, thinking that he was too cowardly and weak.

Repeatedly retreated to the Crusaders, to the Red Tide, and even to the Puritans.

Therefore, after Manuel came to the throne, he changed the style of the empire not participating in the war, and actively participated in this large-scale battle involving the entire world.He wants to take advantage of this opportunity to revive the glory of the Roman Empire and expand its territory from a corner of Greece to the East, Africa, and the entire Mediterranean coast.

But it turns out that his grand dream is so unattainable.

The population of 1000 million in the empire is simply not enough to meet his ambitions and needs.

So once involved in this dispute, sandwiched between the two giants of the East and the West, the Byzantine Empire was the most ravaged. The most tragic battle took place on the east and west sides of the empire, and finally the soldiers surrounded Constantinople. .

Even the Puritans, who had always been robbed, were not so tragically affected by Byzantium.

At this moment, Manuel finally recognized his father's once outstanding vision.The strength of the Red Tide is far from what Byzantium can currently fight against.

The most important thing for the Byzantines to do is to surrender in time and, like most Puritan countries, integrate into the Eastern tributary system.

Obviously, the Byzantines had already sent envoys to pay tribute to the silk country in the east decades ago, asking the emperor in the east to send troops to help Byzantium defeat the Turks and retake Asia Minor.

There is nothing embarrassing about surrendering again.

But because of his own ambition and delusion, he dragged the entire empire into the chaos of war.

They went on crusade, and the Byzantines were paying the price!
Seeing that their emperor had been staring into the distance in a daze, the Varangian guards anxiously persuaded: "Your Majesty, let's go! If we don't go, the Red Tide cavalry will cut off our retreat back to Constantinople."

Countless people anxiously turned their heads to look at the high ground behind. In fact, the nomadic cavalry of Red Tide had already circled behind.

Frank's cavalry was completely annihilated. They lost their biggest constraint and became extremely bold and aggressive, fully demonstrating the mobility of the cavalry.

Byzantine armored cavalry are fighting fiercely with them, defending the road to prevent them from completing the encirclement.

(End of this chapter)