However, things did not develop as Nalsis imagined. Of course, it was a bit incorrect to say that. To be precise, it was not developed as Nalsis hoped that he had already expected that Harold, the sly and cunning leader of Valangi, could not be impressed by this "1 small money".

"Bah! Let that bastard grab the gold coins into the grave by himself! Of course, after this, I don't mind playing a guest appearance as a tomb robber and want to buy us for our lives?! Charge again?! Can my subordinates be left with one third of them!" Harold spat on the messenger's face, and at the same time ordered his subordinates without hesitation: "Be alert! I see that we will be defeated in a while. Be prepared to retreat!"

"That damn barbarian! That rude and rude person! I want to report to His Majesty the King to chop his head!!!" Nalsis waited anxiously for a long time, but finally got such a reply. Because he was angry with Harold, the messenger added a lot of "products" to the words of Harold, who was not very good. So Nalsis was so angry that he blew his head. Then he sprayed the messenger with a spitting star.

Therefore, it is not good to be a messenger. In the Middle Ages, it was not as important as it is now. After a long period of time, the spitting stars in the mosquitoes often tasted bad breath even worse than the smell of the toilet. Even in unofficial investigations, the messengers feared such biological and chemical weapons. They were even more afraid of enemy, cavalry, and scrambled arrows that could kill people. Because they could find ways to avoid those things. The boss's spitting stars were not good.

In this way, after Harold refused to continue charging and even fought the stern storm. The Catholic coalition offensive was like a tide. The Norman heavy cavalry on both wings continued to charge, breaking down the heavy infantry array of one brigade on both wings. Egil also put all the last reserves into the gap. Seeing that the gap became larger and larger, the formation of the Eastern Roman army was torn apart bit by bit. Narcis gritted his teeth and led the last brigade of the 19th Legion to the front line, barely blocking the next attack of the Normans.

"It's still a little bit short of damn." Egil was also excited at this moment.

To be honest, this is also the first time he commands a battle of nearly 100,000 troops. Although he can command only 40,000 troops directly, the pressure is still high. The belief in thirsty for victory is extremely strong. At this moment, as the enemy's fronts continue to retreat, the heavy infantry formations were torn apart, and then they were divided and surrounded by the rushing and fanatical coalition soldiers, killed, dismembered, and chopped into meat sauce. Even the toughest Eastern Roman soldiers lost confidence in victory.

I haven't collapsed yet, but I'm still resisting. If this continues, even if I can win, I will pay a heavier price, that is to say...

Egil suddenly discovered that he was the most critical, the last reserve team.

But I have to wait a little longer.

Egil took out his pocket watch.

It is now 3:45 pm. In another half an hour, the opponent's barbarian commander will lose its effect when he is proficient in special stunts. At that time, the two Germanic legions will fall into greater wavering. Then, the last blow will be!

At this moment, Narcis had already been engaged in the battle on the front line. The combination of the small round shield and the long sword in his hand was quite threatening to use, and the move was extremely fast. Often, before the opponent could react, the weak part of the throat was pierced by the thin layer of chain armor, which could not stop Narcis from stabbing with all his strength. Seeing the enemies falling down weakly with their throats, Narcis finally found a little confidence. At the same time, the fear of failure was temporarily suppressed because of the pleasure of killing.

But, it's only a short while.

At this moment, the coalition forces have begun a full-scale attack. Even the Pope's army, which wants to preserve its strength the most, is trying its best to gain the greatest contribution to enhance prestige.

Fortunately, we will gain greater voice in the future coalition forces and will be able to dominate future European affairs after the war with Orthodox heresy ends.

I believe that most leaders of other countries think so.

However, the Eastern Roman army was indeed very strong and very strong. Even if we wanted to move forward, we had to pay a significant and heavy price that was almost unacceptable. The soldiers continued to attack and hit the heavy infantry in front of the Eastern Roman army.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up into mountains and blood flowed into rivers. The battle flags fluttered, and the shouts and kills shook the sky. The brave men were dazzled by it.

But, it's time to end.

It's time to end such a long day.

Egil suddenly made a lot of money. Pinran was waiting for thirty minutes. It seemed that it had been as long as thirty years. But it was over.

The time for the skill mastered by the barbarian commanders has passed. The morale of more than 14,000 barbarian mercenaries has instantly dropped by two levels. At the same time, the Norman army that was fighting against them has also been significantly easier. The advancement speed has accelerated a lot.

"It's now." *2

Egil and Harold, who was also calculating time, said this together! The underworld roared across the entire battlefield, like the arrival of the Demon King of Fear. The morale of the entire Eastern Roman army was soaring, only one step away from collapse!

"Follow me!" Egil shouted loudly, ran down from the watchtower tower, and rushed to the battlefield with a horse and a whip. Behind him, the knights of the guards in kindness were silent and followed closely. Their own kings, Captain Death Knight, who was riding a black war horse, was fully armed, with a skull adorned with a skull, Norman articles, chants written on silk in Norman's common words, and Archbishop Peter, who was in the resurrection scroll of Jesus Christ, followed him next to Egil. Egil's brutality value of up to 17 points affected the Roman soldiers at the forefront of the array.

A small-scale escape incident began. Seeing this scene, Narcis also understood that the defeat tragedy was about to happen. The sharp eunuch who had tried to hide as much as possible, finally couldn't take care of it. He yelled in a tone that was much higher than a normal person: "Don't run! Don't run!! All those who escaped will hang themselves on the charge of treason!!" At the same time, he turned around and yelled: "Kill those escaping cowards! Kill them!!" After Narcis' order was issued, the Eastern Roman soldiers who were still able to grit their teeth to resist, aimed their weapons at their previous robes with cruel, blame, anger and hatred. Then he killed them.

The Eastern Roman army became further in chaos. Of course, Nalcis' iron-blooded methods were not without effect. Amidst coercion, fear and crazy roars, the trend of escape was suppressed. The soldiers who originally wanted to escape were afraid of being killed by their comrades around them, so they could only muster up the last bit of courage and stay on the battlefield with their teeth.

However, Narcis had not had time to wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead. Another thing that made him completely desperate was blamed.

"Retreat! Retreat!!" At the same time, Harold, who knew it was time to retreat, ordered this. Then the Valangi mercenaries immediately left their opponents, and while rudely pushing away the Roman soldiers from other legions behind him, fleeing towards the outer city of Naples. With the collapse of the Valangi mercenaries in the middle of the battlefield, there was no way to stop the chain reaction caused by the collapse of the entire Eastern Roman army. Of course, Harold did not want to bear the charge of failure entirely on himself. When he saw his eyes rolling, he thought of another idea.

"Narcis kills his subordinates! No more! We won't work hard for him! Narcis is a traitor!" Harold shouted, then looked at the Varangi mercenary who ran away with him.

"Scream! You shouted like that too!" Harold laughed: "The responsibility for defeat is Narcis, a mediocre person! He is not worthy of being the commander of this 100,000 army. You guys!" "Narcis is a traitor!!" After two seconds of stunnedness, the Valangi mercenaries also learned from their leader's words and started shouting like this.

After hearing this, the Eastern Roman soldiers, who were already dissatisfied with Narcis's iron-blooded skills, accelerated the collapse of the escaped Eastern Roman army faster.

"It's over... Harold!!! You bastard!!! I swear to kill you! Despicable villain!!!!" Narcis's face turned red and shouted at the direction of the group of Valangi people. At the same time, he waved his long sword and killed two defeated soldiers who happened to pass by: "Don't run! For the glory of Rome! For Emperor Basil! I order you to continue fighting!!!" Narcis couldn't help it and burst into tears.

The guards around him looked at each other and knew that it was time for them to appear. They immediately stepped forward, grabbed Nalcis' arms, and ran away with him.
Chapter completed!