The brother who was recruited by the Greeks into the Vadarel Archer, saw the brother who was dependent on the coalition and joined the Hungarian Rangers. The news of the brother being separated for more than a year, but he didn't expect that he would meet in this situation. Both sides were speechless. Seeing his brother crying in anger, his heart softened. He thought, "Forget it, this head is good for my third brother. He is also a captain, and most of them can be used as military meritorious..." Then, with a "click", the scimitar in his hand fell to the ground, his eyes closed and waiting for death.

The older brother showed this. When he was the younger brother, he could see it. He felt his heart was as if he was shattered. Originally, his parents died early, and the older brother took him to live with him. His elder brother was well-known in several nearby tribes, and his swordsmanship was taught by his elder brother. He naturally knew that he was no match for him. He rushed up just now and had the intention to die. However, he didn't expect that this would be the result in the end.

"Come on! Cut me! Cut it down on your neck! Just like what I taught you!" The brother waited for a few seconds, and felt that his brother had no movement, so he started shouting.

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Then he fooled him, another Vadaril archer passed by him, but the man did not get along with him. His subordinates were merciless and cut off the head of the Ranger who was his younger brother with the help of horsepower. He lacked training, but his impact, fierceness, and attack power were very considerable. He was gathered by Egil and had a total of more than 10,000 people, and was loosely divided into small troops of more than 20,500 people. This was used as a counterattack force.

At the same time, in the nameless highland on the far left, the battle has entered a white-hot stage ahead of schedule. Now in mid-August, when the grass and trees are lush, although it is not as good as the autumn when the water disappears. However, when encountering a fierce object such as Greek fire, it can burn even if it is attached to a stone, let alone the grass and trees?

Trabison archers hold powerful composite bows. Their lethality is no different from the longbow.

However, it uses not triangular arrows, but a lighter and thinner and more aerodynamic "flying arrows" whose range is better than longbows. However, the lethality is not higher than that of the first. Of course, the opponent does not expect these to kill the enemy. Instead, the Greek fire is painted on it and burns to injure the enemy.

In this way, although the Norman army on the nameless high ground was condescending, the opponent could still shoot up because of the special arrows. Among the 170,000 Eastern Rome army, there were more than 8,000 Trabisson archers, and more than 5,000 scattered on the front of the army. As projectiles, the Eastern Rome heavy infantrymen were aided on the front, while the remaining 3,000 were all concentrated around the nameless high ground, and they shot seven consecutive rounds of volleys at the top of the mountain, and then more than 20,000 rockets were small.

Half of the Eastern Roman army rocket stocks were used up.

And the Gemu on the nameless highland was also affected by the disaster... The flames soared into the sky! The Chen family of the Eastern Roman army covered the killing, and the Norman army could no longer resist it, so they retreated!

However, because of such a fire, the Greek soldiers could not stay here for too long. Seeing the grass and trees all over the mountains were ignited. The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of leather and hair burning. It was filled with poisonous smoke. It seemed that the highland had lost its useful value.

At this time, the three thousand Hungarian rangers had already come around and aimed at the panicked Trabisson archers!

At this time, the two Eastern Roman legions had just attacked the nameless highland, and there were not enough heavy infantry guards beside the archers. Seeing the rangers rushing over after a round of bows and arrows, they were about to suffer a catastrophe. At this time, the Eastern Roman lancers, who were originally going to attack the French army, had no choice but to rush over, stop the Hungarian cavalry and start a bloody battle with them. The Trabison archers took advantage of the situation to retreat...

At this time, the anxious state of the front battlefield was gradually broken. As Egil commanded the assault infantry to attack the opponent's defense again and again, the line of the Eastern Roman army retreated step by step. At the same time, the morale also decreased little by little. Liao fought for six or seven hours, and the soldiers on the front line of Eastern Roman were basically lost. With the losses of one squadron after another.

Basil II was extremely anxious and wanted to let Minotaus United play again, but he was a little worried.

More than twenty days ago, the use of Minotaus United in the battle with the Italian army made an exception, Sil II, had aroused dissatisfaction among many Eastern Roman nobles. Especially those representatives of the Senate forces who had always opposed the use of Minotaus. They even threatened to convene the Senate meeting after returning to China to remove Basil II.

Even though such a threat is basically just a threat, Syl II is not afraid.

But if the Senate really uses this matter to attack its prestige, its status and power will definitely be shaken. By that time...

Basil II shook his head and felt cruel in his heart: "When the time comes, I will kill them all!" However, in the end, the Minotaus United did not let the Minotaus United come forward. He just let his subordinates go out.

There were less than 2,000 imperial guards in total, forming small square formations of about three people in units of brigades, interspersed into their own fronts and filled the gaps. These soldiers wearing gorgeous silver-white scale armor and bright red cloaks held high battle flags and shouted loudly, cheering for the frontline morale.

"Look! It's the Imperial Guards!" The Roman soldiers shouted, pointing at the conspicuous warriors. Seeing the strongest legions in these empires fighting side by side with them, even the weakest Greeks felt their courage doubled. The Greek soldiers fought bravely, and Egil had also heard of these colorful guys. Knowing that it was unlikely to win with the infantry line, they urged their cavalry to come...

Immediately afterwards, the headless corpse trembled twice and threw it off the horse's back with a "kutong" sound............

"Brother!!!!" The Vadaril archer heard something wrong and opened his eyes suddenly, and saw his brother's head, looking at him with his eyes open. He fell off his horse's back, and cried loudly while holding his brother's head, and was cut off by another Ranger...

The fierce light cavalry battle continued. However, Egil's attention had shifted to another place. The frontal battlefield. As the opponent's two legions joined the two squadrons of the East Roman heavy infantry, they formed a formation under the aid of projecting light infantry, and began to encircle the Norman infantry cluster that seemed somewhat prominent on both sides. Egil had no choice but to press the Norman troops of four thousand-man teams up again.

In this way, on the front battlefield, Egil had dispatched more than half of the professional troops, but the Eastern Roman army still had at least 60% of the professional troops not used. After counting this way, Egil felt a little worried.

"Have the heavy cavalry assembled? How long will it take?!" Egil couldn't help but ask, looking at the heavy cavalrymen who had not yet entered the battlefield on the far right, who were still in disarray.

"Sorry, Lord, our Norman heavy cavalry and royal knights are very fast in preparation. But the speed of the feudal knights who were temporarily mobilized was a little slower. I'll urge you again." The captain of a guard knight replied.

"Then go!" Egil shouted without looking back, so the guard knight ran down immediately.

There are not many more than 40,000 regular troops under Egir's command, and many of them are cavalry and projectile troops.

However, Egil, who was the backbone of the battlefield, had less than 20,000 people under his command. Even with the final assault warriors, it was only about 24,000 to 5,000. Compared with the six reorganized corps on the opposite side, two and a half-full corps, and two total 50,000 or 60,000 regular heavy infantry with only empty shells left. At this moment, the front battlefield was stretched again, and a few loopholes appeared in the Norman army's front. Egil thought for a moment, and mixed the regular army and temporary recruiting troops under his command to fill it.

Although Norman's temporary recruitment troops were not stricter than the peasant soldiers of other countries, they were even stronger than the general level of professional troops in some kingdoms. However, they were still not good enough to face the well-equipped heavy infantry in Eastern Rome. In this way, the front battlefield was in a stalemate.

Egil thought for a moment and wanted to replace some of the Death Assault Warriors and replace them with other troops to fill the gap, so that the Death Assault Warriors can find local weaknesses to attack.

However, all of these big men holding long-handled axes charge too much without exception. Most of them fell into the enemy group in groups and continued to fight forward desperately. It was a bit unrealistic to get them back.
Chapter completed!