"Really trash" Egil snorted and said such an evaluation to the King of France who had always disliked him. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Joan of Arc, who was standing next to her, gritted his teeth and reached out to tear off his nun's robe. He took out the full set of armor and battle robe below.

Then he turned around and ran down the watchtower.

"Joan of Arc! What are you doing?!" Egil wanted to hold Joan of Arc, but he didn't.

So he gritted his teeth and ran down with Joan of Arc.

"Alpha, Bishop Peter!" Egil ran and called out his two deputys, as well as the number of guards.

And when this group of people ran down from the watch tower, Joan of Arc had already turned over and looked at the level of skillful movements, he knew that the nun's life in the past few months had not made her skills dull.

"The Frenchman needs me." Joan of Arc said to Egil.

"But you don't need them! You are my nun now!" Egil shouted at Joan of Arc.

"…………………………I'm very sorry. But let me urge it for a moment?" Joan of Arc sighed softly, and then ignored Egil and ran towards the right-wing French army.

"...What are you looking at?! Look at it and take your eyes out!" Egil was furious and turned around and shouted at the group of guard knights who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. Then he ran back to the tower with anger: "Cavals! Are the cavalry ready?! Draw 300 heavy cavalry to assist the Frenchmen, and the rest of the cavalry took the flanks to defeat the two garrison troops of the enemy!"

Egil gave the order angrily. So, a total of more than 1,700 heavy cavalry whose physical strength had not been fully recovered, as Egil ordered, divided three hundred Norman heavy cavalry into aid to the French. The remaining 1,400 heavy cavalry were divided into two teams and ran towards the two wings.

At this moment, more than five hours have passed since the war began. The war has gradually entered a white-hot stage. Both sides have put most of their troops into the battlefield. There are not many reserve teams left. Even such a small and insignificant reserve team cannot have too much impact on the situation.

Joan of Arc had already run to the French army, and after killing several Eastern Roman heavy infantry in succession, he moved to the front of the front. Then, he opened her red, white and blue flag from his waist, like the wind. Then he instantly killed an Eastern Roman lancer who rushed towards her without eyes, grabbed his spear, and used it as a flagpole, and trenched her flag.

"That's it, it's Joan of Arc's flag!" The French soldier with good eyes shouted loudly after seeing the special flag: "General Joan of Arc is here!"

After learning about this news, the French soldiers were instantly inspired.

The name Joan of Arc was like a spell, causing the French soldiers to burst out with extremely powerful combat power in an instant. At the same time, Joan of Arc also used his own stunts to shine with holy light, which greatly increased the defense and morale of the French soldiers. The French army formation instantly became as solid as a rock, and the Eastern Roman lances were helpless to find that their charge could no longer cause major harm to these French people. Even these French peasants became extremely brave and would no longer panic when facing the cavalry or even escape.

"Long live General Joan of Arc!" Seeing that his army once again gained the upper hand, the French soldiers shouted loudly. And Joan of Arc was very unceremonious to regard himself as the commander of this army. He shouted loudly and encouraged their morale to issue orders at the same time.

And behind all this glory, cheers and fighting, a pair of extreme anger and extreme jealous eyes stared at Joan of Arc. King Philip II of France found that all his efforts had been so ridiculous and ridiculous. He tried his best to buy the morale of the army, but it was not as effective as the woman Joan of Arc standing in front of the battlefield for a few minutes. After several months, Philip II originally thought that he could fully control the army. But the reality in front of him now told him that Joan of Arc was still the best commander in the hearts of these French people. They would obey Joan of Arc's orders, even more so than him, the king of France.

Her great reputation among the French was like a huge rock pressing on Philip II, making him extremely uncomfortable. He was so uncomfortable that he was so uncomfortable that he was so uncomfortable that he was so crazy.

"This woman must die." After that, Philip II silently made up his mind. Joan of Arc was a threat no matter what. He originally thought that he would exil to Norman and kill her under the hands of King Norman. That would be fine. But who knew what method the witch used to actually mimic the neurotic madman in this way. OK, Joan of Arc was indeed a very beautiful woman. Philip II did not deny it, it was not the point. The point was that Philip II only made up his mind to kill this woman.

Well, at least wait until the battle is over.

At this moment, the two Norman heavy cavalry had already gone around the wings of the battlefield. With the assistance of the northern Italian city-state army, they defeated the Eastern Roman Lancers who were already exhausted. Then they charged against the garrison army on the flank of the enemy.

It has been said before that this kind of garrison legion is actually a half-professional soldier of half-agricultural and half-soldiers.

The combat power is much worse than that of the professional Eastern Roman Legion soldiers. Moreover, the equipment is not very good. Although they are also under the Eastern Roman battle flag, the soldiers of these secondary legions are also very strong in combat. However, the combat will cannot be turned into chain armor, cannot be turned into large shields, sharp spears, or super spears.

They only have thin leather armor, daggers, méng leather wooden shields and light javelins.

So, they died miserably.

The Norman heavy cavalry charged with crazy, unyielding and lethality to break the last bit of expectations in the hearts of these so-called professional peasant soldiers. The most proud, and the courage that they should have as a soldier of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Looking at the rushing waves of people rushing over, they were covered with good armor and holding a cavalry with a steel spearhead, like a cavalry that appeared from another world.

All the Eastern Roman infantry of the garrison army were frightened and their faces were pale. The arms, which had been trained countless times, were trembling. A round of light javelin attacks had almost no effect. Immediately afterwards, the infantry of the Roman garrison army in the front row was hit and turned over. The horror of the heavy cavalry was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. The broken bones, pierced bodies, broken limbs, and dying screams. And the crazy laughter of the Norman heavy cavalry.

A total of three Bo sections of charges defeated thousands of Roman infantry in just one round. The excited and crazy Northern Italian city-state army and the mobs were also greatly inspired, and rushed up with a roar and launched a mob attack on the flanks of the Eastern Roman army.

As a last resort, the Eastern Roman army shrank its formation. The Eastern Roman array, which originally seemed to be a cone arrow, now has lost the arrow of the cone arrow and its wings, but it looks more like a spherical circular array.

That is to say, surrounded.

At this moment, Narcis felt something was wrong. He had lost control of the battlefield. He had no reserves, no cavalry, no other ways to fill the front or defeat the enemy.

However, Nalsis was unwilling to give up. He knew that if he was defeated here, everything would be over. If he wanted to take revenge, the matter of revenge would never be realized. Therefore, no matter what method he had to try, even if someone could tell him that eating shit could save the current situation, Nalsis would sit on the wild dog without hesitation.

I have to say that as an excellent commander, Nalcis still has eyesight.

After some observation, he saw a "point" that turned the situation around

The group of contraction formations were also the first army to start contracting formations. The group of Valangi mercenaries and Narcis had discovered before that the group of cunning and rude barbarians did not try their best. Instead, at the beginning of the war, they contracted the formation and only defended without attacking. This directly led to the failure of Narcis' cone arrow-rushing tactics. They could not change the tactics, broaden the front line, and compete with the enemy.

Narcis hated these Valangi mercenaries and eunuchs so much that his mind was generally very small. However, Narcis also understood that as an important vassal of the Eastern Roman emperor, the chief of the Varcis was actually not smaller than that of him, the governor. Although it is now in the level of his own combat sequence, it is absolutely impossible for Harold to listen to him sincerely.

They were not Romans. They could not fight to the interests of Rome. Because the army was their greatest fear of capital.

However, if they were willing to charge again, the Eastern Roman army could attract at least 10,000 enemies' soldiers on the front. In this way, the Eastern Roman legion on both wings could breathe a sigh of relief. The formation could be expanded a little more. The positions of each reserve brigade were adjusted. The Eastern Roman army could support for a period of time, and then...

I won't know after that.

So, Narcis made a quick decision and said to the messenger: "Tell the group of Valangi people. If they can continue to attack, I am willing to pay them a reward of 100,000 gold coins as the si people."
Chapter completed!