Chapter 33 The Battle of Bologna Part 5, A dead heresy is a good heresy
Book friends are so powerful! Today is still twenty votes, one plus one update! There are sixteen votes left now, and the sun has set in the west: it is about four o'clock in the afternoon. Egil has rotated Norman's front row twice, and the Eastern Roman Legion suppressed by the new forces has retreated step by step. It is just a little bit unpleasant. After wasting more than 200,000 feather arrows, the longbowers' energy and ammunition are all revealed. The Norman army lost the long-range support force. This also gave the already exhausted Eastern Roman Legion a little room for buffering.
So, if you just hold on for another two hours, it will be dark in two hours. Then you can retreat in the dark. You won’t lose too many people! Epirus, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Roman Legion, thought so, in fact, this guy has not put too much energy on the battlefield now. According to Epirus’s idea, if you lose now, you will not be able to recover anyway. Since that’s the case, it’s better to put your energy elsewhere.
For example, how to escape the blame from the emperor and the Imperial Senate.
Well... If I had led the 30,000 yuan, now it was more than 20,000 yuan. If the army of more than 20,000 yuan surrendered to the Normans, then the other party would have to give himself a duke title, right? Although the treatment of the barbarians was a little worse, it was better than lifelessness. After making this decision, he might have to convert to Catholicism himself. But this is even more not a problem. The Catholic Orthodox Gods don't have to care about the fact that the fighters believe in God: In this way, Epirus's heart flashed, but he had the idea of surrendering. But he didn't know: how much Egil was about the title or something.
Care: Since becoming king, the highest title of the Cecio is only an earl. This is mostly out of comfort and reward. That is, after splitting the Kingdom Fleet into four parts, General Carter, the original commander-in-chief of the fleet, was wrong one by one, and now Marshal Carter compensated one by one. In addition, those legion commanders, Anderson, Irvine, Hans, James, and John, are all viscounts, and the newly recruited three naval generals are also viscounts; then there are his bodyguard leader, Alpha, captain of the Black Knight, and the newly recruited Hussar General Qi Teng, who is also the baron.
In this way, after Egil became king, he only conferred one count, ten kilograms... viscount, two barons. In this way, the big cat and kitten thirteen nobles. There is no such great nobles as the throne of the duke, but no. Egil never thought of having it. At most, after the kingdom transforms into the empire, the Duke and Marquis and Bo Zinan will be divided into first, second and third grades. In this way, the nobles who want to be added to the aristocrats will be happy. That's all: In this way, is there only a few nobles under Egil, and there are no one else besides this? No, Northwest Britain is not counted for the time being, but Finland, which is more like a vassal state, is there actually a lot of nobles in the Norman Kingdom. However, they are all within the management of the kingdom, and in fact they don't have much impact on the kingdom's politics.
In Scandinavia, whether it was the Norwegian noble who surrendered Egil at the beginning or the Swedish noble whom Egil generously forgave, they were all transferred to the countryside of the remote inland areas specially prepared by Egil. The real rush was given to Egil. Most of these nobles were small nobles like the Egil. The land was not big. Rather than being a noble, it was more appropriate to say that it was a sect landlord.
In England, the English nobles were greatly damaged after being repeatedly cleaned by Egil. Almost all the big Duke nobles were cleaned, leaving only two or three kittens, and their situation was even worse than that of the Scandinavian nobles.
In Normandy, the French nobles were baptized by the Norman-France War: some were slashed by Lu Fuss, the commander of the then legion, and their heads were still slashed. However, many of them were slashed by the enemy, that is, France. In this way, the nobles in Normandy also suffered heavy losses and were slashed.
In Eastern Europe, the situation was even worse. Among the Teutonic Knights, the great knights in the land were basically cut off by the Bolan-Lithuanian United Kingdom. The remaining knights were incorporated into the Norman Royal Knights. They enjoyed the treatment of the Royal Knights, as well as the Knights' common knights, and received monthly salary. Therefore, there were basically no so-called nobles: therefore, Livornia and Prussia, these two territories were almost entirely composed of professional bureaucratic management workers, and the land was basically owned by the state. In addition to Egil's strong capital supply, they were later on, which was the fastest-developing territory in the entire Norman Kingdom.
However, the nomadic tribes that have gradually poured in in recent times have slightly changed this and the state: the chiefs and elders of the nomadic tribes have a large degree of autonomy, which has interfered with the management of the bureaucratic system of the Norman Kingdom to a certain extent. However, Egil also relied on them to provide his own Hussars. Therefore, Egil also turned a blind eye to these guys' domineering arrogance: In fact, what upset Egil the most was the large territory ceded by Novgorod before and was named as the Nova Scandinavian territory. Except for a small number of these territories outside the Arctic Circle, which also has development value, the rest of the places are bitter and cold. In addition, the nobles here are very small and well-behaved, or cowardly abide by Egil's laws. So Egil has no reason to deal with them.
And with the gradual invasion of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, perhaps these guys will take action. I wonder how many people will take the initiative to jump out and let Egil cut...
As for the Jutland Peninsula, the situation is even more complicated. There are three dukes, more than a dozen Counts and fifty viscounts barons on this small peninsula. This is a mess. Each family has many conflicts because of the previous melee. Although they were shocked by Egil's strict orders. The hot war is temporarily invisible, but various assassinations, poisoning, and so on are common. In short, as long as there is a little bit of fire, it can burn and ride.
But Egil didn't care. As I said before, the reason he wanted to control the peninsula was because he wanted to go south and attack North Germany. The Jutland Peninsula was just a springboard. Egil never thought that this would bring him any benefits to him, and he did not want to run the work here. This place was very simple: a typical noble construction system of the nobleman, the princess and men. Egil only occupied the largest and most fertile capital, Stedetin. As the capital of the province, other territories, ranging from a county town to a toilet. Dutt Meow had nothing to do with Egil. The first time I experienced the powerlessness of the feudal system, made Egil feel that his psychological pressure was so great that the newly occupied other lands in North Germany were the same.
This is the situation in the Norman Kingdom. Although the kingdom still exists in a large number of old nobles, in fact, the proportion of the monarchs directly under the Norman Kingdom can be said to be wrong in the entire continent. It should be said that it is one of the best in the world: the professional bureaucratic management of local civil affairs implemented by Egil to weaken the strength of the garrison army, strengthen the strength of the direct army, etc., have all been proved to be effective and a good way to strengthen the strength of the country.
In this case, I will give up the title of a surrendered general with a bad intention?! Isn't this a joke?! He can think of it well, isn't it? Is it quite a duke? Sères, Nicea, and Greece are all good and choose one by yourself, as long as you can grab it from the Eastern Roman Empire!
That's it. In fact, Epirus's halfway has not been implemented yet, but it can be declared failure.
"But if you think about it carefully, it is indeed too embarrassing to surrender to a barbarian. My family will definitely be humiliated because of this. I am a famous family after all... So... I need to find another reason, well, for the sake of battles, find another reason..."
In this way, Epirus missed an excellent opportunity to become a duke. He continued to think hard and deaf ears to the anxious shouts of the knights of the guards beside him. He sat and watched the front of the Eastern Roman Legion be torn apart little by little, and the army was divided and surrounded...
"So, what kind of reason should we find?" Epirus continued to think... and the war further developed. The shameless and cowardly Venetians of the right wing finally got beaten to pieces under the power of the Swiss spear phalanx. Little Dandoro didn't care much about it and ran away. The Venetian army collapsed.
"There's a reason! That's it! Venetian!!!"
Epirus felt that he was simply a bunker. He pushed the reason for his defeat on the Venetians. It was the collapse of these half-hearted guys, which made his flanks directly attacked by the other party. The stalemate also collapsed. Although he had tried hard to save it, he was unable to turn the world back. Yes, yes, yes, yes. That was the reason.
Thinking of this, Epirus couldn't help but smile, which made the guards around him feel very strange. Seeing that the Sifang army was about to be defeated, his commander could still laugh.
Indeed, why can you still laugh? When four arrow shafts suddenly appeared at your xiong mouth...
I am so happy that I am sad?! Can’t laugh anymore?!
Being assassinated?!
"The mission is completed, retreat."
In this way, the battlefield assassins fought back from the same path and passed through an increasingly chaotic Eastern Roman infantry array again. This assassination directly led to the annihilation of two battlefield assassin regiments, and one battlefield assassin regiment suffered most of the losses. The team that the spy director Nemulis finally pulled up was almost wiped out.
But it's worth it.
Epirus' death became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. Seeing his army retreating step by step, another enemy army appeared on his flank. His commander was shot several arrows and fell off his horse and fell to the ground. His life and death were unknown. The fighting spirit of the Eastern Roman soldiers finally disappeared. The entire team, ten people, and thousands... broke up.
Chapter completed!