The war has been in a change again. At this moment, it was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still two or three hours before dark. Both sides had already used their strength to defeat each other and used all the elite troops that could be used. Now, although there were still a large number of reserve troops left in both sides, they were all insignificant, temporary recruitment of peasant soldiers. There was no elite troops...

No, it is still a bit incorrect to say this. Speaking of elite troops, Egil does have another one, namely the fifty guard knights under his command. Of course, this is actually not of much use.

There are only fifty people. Moreover, these guys also use the sound of horns to convey Egil's orders. In this way, the effect they can achieve when entering the battlefield is not as big as those who stay with Egil. So it is the same as those who have and have not.

In other words, both sides have tried their best. On the front line, the number of troops on both sides has reached saturation. Now, even an Eastern Roman heavy infantry brigade or a Norman Thousand-man team cannot be inserted.

"That's it." Egil sighed softly: "Joan of Arc, look at you. Don't let me down..."

"What a strong enemy."

At the same time, Emperor Basil II on the opposite side also expressed this feeling: "I have been in war for many years. No matter what kind of army I have seen, I have never encountered such a strong opponent. If I hadn't dispatched the Minotaus United, I would have..."

Speaking of this, His Majesty the Emperor could not continue. At least he had to give his subordinates some face. Although the general with a little too many people was of little use, in a sense, it was really useless. There were even many times when it was not as real as a heavy infantryman...

At this moment, another messenger rushed forward to report that the two thousand-man teams of the Latin Legion on the front line had collapsed. Need support, Syl II was worried after hearing this.

In addition to the Greek Legion in Eastern Rome, Basil II also had two permanent mercenaries, a Latin Legion with strong combat effectiveness, and a Germanic Legion.

The battle situation has reached this point, and all the brigades of these two mercenary corps have basically been involved in the battle. There have been heavy casualties in such a terrifying battle.

And these soldiers and mercenaries of other ethnic groups naturally would not know what the glory of the Roman Empire was like the Greeks. They usually fought for money. When they encountered such a battle, they were stunned. Seeing that on the front line, a balkan mountaineering brigade had thrown a javelin, after throwing a javelin, overturned a vote of forest axe soldiers from the coast of the Bo Luo Sea. However, immediately afterwards, they were defeated by a team of more powerful assassination warriors, and then they were showered with the rain of longbows and arrows. The entire formation suddenly collapsed...

On the other side, a neighboring Latin legion - those pizza holding crossbows - the sergeants of the Renaya were not effective in such a melee. A small number of Latin sergeants equipped with chain mail were useless. However, when they were charged by Norman assault infantry, they also had different ways. The Arranoma two-handed swordsmen from Germany, holding Germanic-style two-handed swords, also launched a counter-charge towards the Norman army. Although the great sword's armor-breaking ability is not as good as a battle axe, it is more convenient and faster to chop human bodies.

A thousand-person team Aranoma swordsman quickly blocked the assault troops of two or three groups, more than 1,300 Nordic Sami Axe soldiers and Forest Axe soldiers. On the battlefield, the sword light and axe shadow flashed continuously. The soldiers on both sides roared and fought bravely!

"Longbow team, cover the shooting on that area!"

At this moment, the Viscount Robin Hood, who was commanding the longbow, also acted ruthlessly. After receiving Egil's hint, the former Green Forest hero also put aside his moral concepts, yin had a calm face and directly ordered the longbowers to attack directly without distinguishing between enemies and us.

Under the dense rain of arrows, both the Normans and the Germans screamed. Baptized by the rain of arrows that were as dense as dark clouds and could almost block the sun, these people did not have any good armor on them, especially those who were unwilling to wear helmets and suffered heavy casualties...

In this way, the Norman army successfully broke through the front of the two mercenary corps with its crazy and desperate fighting style. This is what the messenger said.

"Transfer two more reserve troops." Basil II frowned and said this. At this time of war, both sides invested tens of thousands of troops and lost tens of thousands of troops. After making such a heavy bet, no one can afford to lose. This putting in the army to fight war is actually very similar to stock trading, and the war is very similar to stock being trapped. If you want to rescue it, you need to invest more troops. This repeated and repeated... The evil cycle eventually leads to more losses, more and more...

——Finally, all the property, deposits, bank loans, public funds, wives, children, houses, place names, cars, villas, si people, yachts were pressed up with all the special codes!

Come on! Open!!!

That's it. On the front, both sides threw in the legions, brigades, and thousands, and the entire battlefield was like a meat grinder. Egil and Basil were like two cold-blooded butchers, constantly, without hesitation, cold-blooded and ruthlessly poured large quantities of fresh and lively creatures into the machine that could never fill their appetites, and stirred the soldiers, together with their armor and weapons into minced meat.

The war continues.

Now, the front battlefield is basically indiscriminate. Both sides turn their attention to the left again, and regard it as the key to victory.

Inspired by Joan of Arc, the French soldiers gathered again. They began to siege a Minotaur with a few, dozens, or even dozens of people. Although the weapons in their hands seemed very ridiculous to the three-meter-high Minotaur monsters. Even if the Minotaurs did not use their door-board battle axe and simply used their hands to sway, they could kill the fragile human soldiers. However, they were too many and cooperated well, but the Minotaurs had no idea why the so-called formation and tactics were all fighting on their own. Therefore, they were in trouble all at once.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. Although the French mustered up the courage to start attacking, their attacks were only to hurt the Minotaurs. Injured - that's all. As long as you huā a little longer, wait until Joan of Arc's skill time-saving disappears and attack harder, you can defeat it.

It was indeed the case.

However, after this, the Norman crossbow team under Egil moved to the left-wing battlefield. In the previous battle in the Unknown Highlands, the group of crossbow soldiers suffered a slight casualties, but they were not serious. Therefore, they could still organize very effective volleys.

"Attack their heads! Ten people were in groups, aiming at one shot!" The crossbow soldiers commanders took their soldiers and shouted like this, pulling their bows and turning their bows at the bull monsters and shooting desperately.

The situation on the left wing was instantly stabilized, and even after seeing the powerful crossbow again, this kind of nearly nemesis-like army, the Minotaurs began to become afraid. The French people on the left wing even began to gradually gain the upper hand...

"Damn it! You idiots! Keep attacking!" Minotaurus saw his tribe stop charging and even began to retreat, and he couldn't help but yell, and then he angrily cut over a Minotaur that rushed to him with an axe.

"Then let's do it again!" After making up this determination, the Minotaur and his personal guards started again and charged towards the position of the crossbowmen's array.

At this moment, new changes appeared again. With the Eastern Roman Lancers, and the two Eastern Roman regular legions that had lost a small number of soldiers, after solving the last bit of Hungarian Rangers, they also joined the battle with the Franks.

"...Send three thousand-man teams to help those wastes." Although he said that he would not send more reinforcements. But in fact, it was just a matter of saying that he had just said that he had added strength to the East Romans again, Egil snorted coldly and sent the super-spillar militia from the Scottish Highlands from the three thousand-man teams to the Scottish Highlands.

They didn't need any help, just don't make any trouble for me. Egil was silent like this, and at the same time felt something was wrong. He raised his head and stretched out his hand, feeling the ticking water dripping on his palm.

“It’s raining?”

At this moment, when the left wing and Joan of Arc were merciless when facing these man-eating monsters, they stabbed the long sword in their hands continuously, killing twenty-three Minotaus. Behind her, Philip II's face was getting worse and worse.

"It's this woman again...Damn it, why is this woman always!? God, if she is really your angel, please let her go back soon. If you can't..."

Philip II's eyes stared at a powerful crossbow that he had thrown on the ground by unknown crossbowmen...

Joan of Arc showed off in the front battlefield and killed a large number of Minotaus warriors in succession with a human body. Such a record was also seen by the opponent's leader. The Minotaur looked at the human soldiers around him and understood it somewhat. These fragile human cubs dared to resist, most of the encouragement of this little girl...

"Kill her."
Chapter completed!