‘Just, it’s just a little bit shorter, it’s just a little bit shorter!!!… Seeing the city gate that was finally closed, Egil was so despair that he was so angry that he just wanted to kill: “It’s just a little bit shorter!!!”

Of course, these words can only be said in my heart. As a king, he was scared... the commander of the coalition forces. What he needs to do now is to boost morale and cheer up the embarrassed and discouraged coalition soldiers.

so……

Egil ran around the battlefield wet and muddy with blood, and then shouted: "Today, we won us! Soldiers! Don't be upset! We ended up just a little, slightly flawed ending! But this did not damage our glory! We defeated the Roman Empire!!!"

Accompanied by Egil's high-spirited speech, the soldiers of the coalition cheered. Yes, it was just that they did not break through Naples in the end. We had already won a great victory in a field battle. We chased for more than ten kilometers in a row, and even if we did not take the city in the end, it was just a small flaw. The spoils and prisoners of war. We had already gained enough. The city of Naples would not run away: Can the Greeks who were already scared out of their courage still defend the city? We defeated them once and defeated them a second time. No one of us should be able to take it away.

After thinking through this, the morale of the coalition troops was slightly boosted, and at this moment, the sequelae of fighting for a day also attacked Cheng. Most of the soldiers were excited and almost fell down. They had no intention of fighting against Naples anymore. They supported each other, held weapons, and put the snatched trophy on the necks of the prisoners tied with their hands. They ordered them to carry it on their backs. Then they drove the prisoners to the north and headed to the direction of their own barracks.

In this way, the Battle of Naples was officially over.

Egil looked up at the sky and found that the sun had already set off without realizing it. Someone in the coalition had raised a torch and took out his pocket watch to take a look. It turned out that it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon and: Although there was less time to go to the battlefield, the physical strength consumed by the effort was no worse than that of the labor force. Egil was not careful, his body shook and almost fell off the horse's back. After barely stabilizing his body, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that he was too pampered a while ago.

"Aurora redeems for advanced physique again..."

So Egil immediately contacted his cheap sister and said.

"Oh? That's fine. There are not many points required to move from a high-level intermediate physique to a high-level physique. But if you continue to be pampered, it will probably drop again in a short while: although it's a good job of having a fixed income, I'll feel bored if I always exchange something."

"Be careful in the future and pay attention to work..." Egil chuckled twice in his heart. I don't know if he really listened or was perfunctory: the system quickly exchanged Egil for Egil. After the rapid improvement of physical fitness, Egil felt that his fatigue was slightly reduced and his spirit was slightly improved. Then he raised his whip and accelerated his speed a little.

The soldiers of the coalition forces returned to the camp, but the Roman soldiers gathered here felt like they had survived the disaster. Two nerves cheered twice. Looking at the silence around them, they also closed their mouths awkwardly. Some soldiers were extremely tired in their spirits and bodies. They directly raised their heads, and Li fell asleep on the ground. However, more soldiers seemed to have lost their hun, their eyes were silent, and they were walking aimlessly...

"What the hell is this...what's wrong? Is it over?"

Immediately afterwards, a Roman soldier who was lost like a hun floated down, but fell on the flat ground: suddenly hit his head and felt a little painful. He understood the terrifying coalition soldier on the battle formation: the hideous Norman Cavalry. The shameful defeat: killing each other like animals. The robe that died in his own hands. The biological brother who was unknown to life and death came from the young soldier. A "wow" cried.

Then it was like an infectious disease. Other Eastern Roman soldiers were infected by sad emotions and cried. The whole of Naples was shrouded in such a desolate atmosphere: "Hmph..."

Seeing this scene, the mercenary leader Harold snorted softly: he looked up at the dead eunuch who seemed to be twenty years old and looked so ugly. He rolled his eyes and glanced at his subordinates. He found that these barbaric mercenaries who were not afraid of the world seemed to be infected by this and sad emotions at this moment. He looked very ugly and couldn't help but spit.

"What's the matter with a dead mother?! Why do you have a sad face?! I've cheered me up! No matter how big the wind and waves are, I've never seen them. I just lost for a while. What are you afraid of?! What's there to be afraid of?!" Harold cheered his subordinates like this. Then he ran up to the city wall and reached the face of Nazsis.

After the daytime defeat, Narcis had a good impression of the mercenary leader. Although he led the Valangi mercenaries to save the city of Naples at the last moment, it was not so much that they were loyal to the empire. It was better to say that they were self-protection: after all, once the city was destroyed and all the jades were burned, their mercenaries would definitely not be able to do so. Harold must have made such a move out of his own safety considerations, so he would have such a move. If he trusted him, he would be able to sell everyone to the barbarians in a blink of an eye and exchange for a good price. What Narcis must not forget was that Harold ran away with his men at the most critical moment, which led to a collapse of the entire line.

"I just saved the life of you, the little bastard, in Naples! That's how you talk to me?!" Harold did not take these two guards seriously at all. He regarded himself as a benefactor: he scolded his grandson, and scolded him.

"Okay." Narcis barely recovered a little and then waved his hand to let the two guards back: "What's your intention?"

Although Narcis was extremely disgusted with dealing with this guy: Narcis also understood that if he wanted to defend Naples now, he had to rely on the power of these damn, undecisive and unconventional Valangi mercenaries: at least, until the Eastern Roman army recovered its morale a little, Narcis must not rely on this group of unreliable mercenaries.

"Reward: "Harold didn't feel embarrassed at all. He directly stretched out his rough, furry hand and said to Nalsis: "I want to reward..."

"Reward?!" Although he vaguely guessed that the other party's intention was adopted, Narcis really didn't expect Bu Fang to be so shameless. He looked like he was justified in such a way: it seemed that he owed him.

"Yes, the reward is the reward, the master of Rome!" Harold was a little impatient: "We work hard, you pay the money. This made us Valangi people agree before joining the Roman army. Now, if we had not fought to the death, then Naples would be defeated: So, give some rewards to my little boys: Isn't this an exaggeration?"

"Your Huayiyi..."

After hearing Harold's shameless words, one of Nalsis's guards couldn't help it and wanted to go up and teach this bastard a lesson. But Nalsis stopped him: "I think this is up to you, His Majesty the Emperor has paid you a commission..." Nalsis said.

"Oh. It's true: but that's that, this is this. What I want now is to fight bravely and save the reward of the city of Naples." Harold argued.

"How much do you want?" Nalcis gritted his teeth and asked, "Hehe, I'll calculate..." Harold smiled: "A total of 100 people have been sold outside the city. I promised that their settlement fee would be 300 Florin gold coins. Also, in the previous battle, I had 1,652 subordinates, and they also wanted each of them a 100 Florin gold coins. The 184 people who were seriously injured and could not participate in the war in the future were the same.

There are 100 Florinians, injured, but still able to participate in the war, with 260 gold coins each. There are 300 brothers who followed me before, each of whom ten Florin rewards. Finally, it is myself, I want 5,000 bamboos and Florinian gold coins. In this way, there are 238,800 Florinian gold coins in total. If I don’t have that much money for a while, I can accept jewelry or Tianqi. But I have to pay 20% off..."

I have to say that Harold is indeed an excellent mercenary leader, and he is even very good at arithmetic.

"Why don't you go and grab it?" Nalcis blurted out.

"Why, do you really want me to grab it yourself? He said to me, that's a good idea: "Harold laughed and said, "Okay. I will give me some time with satisfaction..." In the end, Nalcis chose to compromise. The city of Naples really couldn't stand more storms: if they really angered these Valangi people, they might say that these people would really rob in Naples. Then they betrayed Nalcis and the Eastern Roman army to the Catholics.

"My patience is limited. After two days, I will get what I said: "After Harold finished speaking, he saw that Nalcis did not speak anymore, so he took his attitude as his default. Then he smiled proudly and ran down the city wall, and loudly announced the money he had obtained to his subordinates.
Chapter completed!