In the end, Egil chose his target, Frandonfu, gave up fighting with the Holy Roman Empire troops in Munich, went directly north and fought with Frederick!

The reason why Egil made such a decision was obvious: although the Frankfurt generation in the north was Frederick's regular army and main force, his actual combat power was weaker than the mobs gathered in Munich.

The number was only 40,000, which was 10,000 less than the Munich army. Moreover, morale was depressed due to many factors such as the large number of deserters, Swabian's occupation, and Frederick's wrong decisions. Egil even felt that his army could completely defeat the other side with one charge.

The Munich army seemed to be slightly more resistant to the attack. Although it was more or less affected by the pessimism of defeatism. But if you analyze it carefully: the army from Austria and Bo Simea were directly loyal to Albrecht, the army from Bavaria regarded the Lion Henry as the commander, while the mercenaries from all directions gathered here because of the veteran general Tilly... Therefore, this army can at least ensure the morale of fighting. If you fight with it, you will be more or less damaged.

In addition, as long as this army is defeated, Katelis, or captured, it is meaningless to have the army gathered in Munich, and the emperor is defeated or even killed in battle. In a politically chaotic country like the Holy Roman Empire, it is the most violent political movement. The princes who are entangled in the throne and want to occupy a better position in the future empire will be impatient to give him what Egil wants, and then close the door and fight....... Before deciding to create a new emperor, there will be no more actions.

In this way, the threat of the Holy Roman Empire will be lifted. This war between the Empire and the Holy and the Holy will also end with the complete victory of Egier, Scadra Grimson, and the sacred Norman Empire in the North.

"So go north! Soldiers go north! Go to defeat, capture, and kill the arrogant German emperor's emperor!" So Egil told his soldiers in this way. The Norman army cheered loudly, waving the weapons in his hands excitedly, and his morale was obviously inversely proportional to Frederick's army. In the case of the army, with all-round dominance, Egil could not think of what kind of reason he would fail.

At the same time, when Egil issued an order to advance north to destroy Frankfurt.

Frederick finally made up his mind. After a series of failures and betrayals, the emperor was not defeated by these failures in the end. On the contrary, after shedding her arrogance and stubbornness, the emperor who had coexisted with cunning and cruelty for decades across the continent seemed to be back all of a sudden. The physical injuries and illnesses seemed to be suppressed by some inexplicable force.

His Majesty Frederick is no longer discouraged, no longer exhausted or cracked in the head. He is healthy and energetic, and can work fourteen hours a day without having to rest.

He could eat a whole roast chicken every meal. He kept boosting morale and writing letters to the Pope, hoping that the Holy See could mediate the war and restore his religion: writing letters to Egil, hoping that Egil could forgive his recklessness and live in peace with him: writing letters to his subordinate princes hope that they could unite without grudges in this critical survival and death, and go to the national crisis together: writing letters to every continental country, France, Burgundy, Northern Italy, Iberia, Lithuania, Hungary, all possible and impossible, hoping that they could unite with themselves and resist the tyrannical Normans.

"The Norman barbarians in the north are shooting wolfs, and they eat excessive meals. If the British are not full, they eat bolans, and if the bolans are not full, they eat Germany. If the Germans are buried in a wolf, please think twice, who is the one who is under them?"

In this way, Frederick tried every possible way to improve his strength. But the army was still fleeing, and other countries responded coldly, or they didn't even reply.

The Holy See also tired of the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire and began to actively seek new emperors. As for Egil, he replied directly: "Idiot, die." Afterwards, he still unswervingly moved towards Frankfurt.

"It's totally unsuccessful." There are more and more bad news in all aspects. Frederick finally made his enlightenment. His previous efforts seemed to be more like a return than a rejuvenation. Holding another count's report on refusing to send troops, Keditre collapsed on his seat and expressed his feelings: "It seems that my deadline has come...hehe, hehe, hehehehahahahaha..."

"Father, don't be discouraged... We still have hope, the city of Frankfurt and the 30,000 elite troops. As long as we can defend for a period of time, the situation will change. Father! After hearing the father's words, Crown Prince Henry couldn't help but kneel down next to him and shouted loudly.

"Okay, my child." Frederick, who had always been strict, looked at his eldest son lovingly: "There are only two of us father and son here...who are you lying to?"

"Father, Father?" Henry seemed to be a little at a loss because of Frederick's unusual state.

"I originally wanted to hand over a complete and powerful Holy Roman Empire into your hands.

But it seems unlikely now." Frederick sighed: "You go and ask their valuation for their valuation. Those priests will keep you safe... After all, Egil's snorkeling."

"But, but Father, why don't we be together...

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"If you walk together, no one will be able to leave." Frederick said: "This failed war should end. For example, the life of an emperor..." At this point, Frederick sighed: "In the future, the glory of the Hohenstaufen family depends on you."

"Father" may be because of what my father said, or perhaps he thought of the miserable ending in the future. The crown prince lay beside Frederick and cried.

"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!" Frederick suddenly became furious, and directly shook his hand and slapped Prince Henry: "The best destination for the knight and the emperor is to die on the battlefield! I've lived for eighty years and I've lived enough! I've lost several sons, only you and my youngest son. Once your brother is now killed by Egil! You are the only male in the Hohenstaufen family! Do you want me to be safe after death??"

Seeing that his father was so angry and his hair was wide open, Prince Henry, who was already middle-aged, was frightened like a good-looking child. He kept nodding. Finally, he was pulled up by the angry Mittelie, and then pushed the pistol hard towards the door.

"Get out! Go to Rome as I told you! No matter what method you use, in short, I want you to continue the Hohenstaufen family! And I, I will take my army and fight to the death with the pseudo emperor Egil! Don't appear by my side again and look at it annoying!!!"

"I, I understand Father. I will obey your orders." Prince Henry shook his tears hard, bowed to Frederick, then withdrew from the camp, found the group of knights who were most loyal to him, and then left the army and ran towards southern Italy.

"Then in this way, I will have no worries anymore and can let go and fight the pseudo-emperor." After receiving the news that his son had left, Frederick finally smiled. He then ordered: The whole army advances south! Take the initiative to attack! Fight to the death with the Normans!!

The war, the last war belonging to the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick, is about to begin.

February 21, 1004 AD. Although very surprised, after carefully exploring the surrounding terrain by spies and reconnaissance, it was confirmed that the other party did not arrange an ambush. So Egil camped Frederick's war requirements. The two sides would fight in a composite terrain of forests and plains thirty kilometers south of Frankfurt. With Norman's 80,000 regular troops, more than 10,000 mercenaries, and thousands of noble troops of the Holy Roman Empire, against Frederick's 23,000 depressed army.

"It's true that this is the time, and I'm still going to hold on. Does he think that after he goes to hell, he can still be the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire?"

Seeing Frederick opposite him wearing gorgeous clothes, he was surrounded by a large group of knights and walked into the battlefield under the performance of the palace band. The Norman Royal Knight in the front row mocked loudly, and then, the other knights and heavy cavalrymen also laughed out loud.

At this moment, because the opponent he was facing was too weak, Egil did not arrange a defensive counterattack formation as cautiously as usual. Instead, he placed his heavy cavalry, knight, and hired heavy cavalry on the front line. He placed the light cavalry on both wings.

The infantry was placed in the second line and even the reserve team.

As Egil said before: it takes only one charge to completely defeat the opponent. And the Norman army did the same.

Standing on the watchtower built yesterday, Egil looked at the opposite side with a monocular lens.

Looking at Frederick's calm and generous look, he seemed to understand what the old emperor was thinking.
Chapter completed!