Seeing that the situation was stalemate, one side suddenly had another new force, rushing the Holy See's army to death (the ghost blows the lights up afterwards. The morale of the coalition was suddenly high. Under the command of a group of European monarchs, they fought harder. In contrast, although the Holy See's army was still fighting bravely, its morale dropped by a few hundred percent. It was originally tied with a lot of blood and courage to fight against the enemy that was several times higher than it, but at this moment it could not hold on. The attack was despaired by several assault troops of the coalition forces, and the gap in the front continued to increase (read the full text of Mr. Key.

In the end, with the cheers of the Norman Union and the wail of the Holy See, the other party's front was finally torn apart, and the outermost tens of thousands of Holy See soldiers were divided into several pieces, and they could not take care of each other. The soldiers of the Holy See soldiers looked around them, with less than a thousand people, and fewer than a few hundred. Looking around them, the enemies were all over the mountains and fields, and they could not count them clearly. Morale fell again. Some soldiers threw down their weapons, cried bitterly, and kneeled down to surrender. Such actions were like chain reactions. In a flash, the Holy See soldiers burst into tears. Thousands of soldiers handed over their weapons and surrendered to the coalition.

The Holy See lost for a while, and Harold's troops were less than 20,000. He was also depressed. Or he would be defeated after a while. He looked at his side, the Walanji mercenaries who had been with him for more than ten or twenty years, all of them looked grim and nervous.

Harold thought about it and felt helpless. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet and pointed his sword at the sky, but he said this: "...break through."

Hearing that his leader was not in trouble, he thought of dying on the battlefield. The Walanji mercenaries finally breathed a sigh of relief. They held their axes tightly and prepared to protect Harold to run away. However, Harold was still thinking carefully. Now Norman's 200,000 coalition forces and more than ten times the strength of the troops have surrounded him less than 20,000 troops in the middle. It is definitely not possible to resist, and if it breaks through, it is very difficult. Now it is around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Although it is already setting, it seems that our side cannot support it. It is not a solution to run away while it is dark and chaos. So this is the only way to do it...

"Heavy Cavalry! Now is the time to take a gamble! Heavy Cavalry charge!!" Harold roared like this, taking out the last complete and attacking heavy cavalry team in his hand, and gathered all the archers and crossbowmen, and fought desperately to launch an attack on the east side of the encirclement.

Originally, Harold had a thought. He was preparing to lead his army to break through and then return to Rome, relying on the city of high and deep, and dealing with people. Although he had told the Pope before that it was better to fight in the field than to defend the city, he didn't care about so much at this moment. Since that's the case, the direction of the breakthrough is naturally the south, the city of Rome, and the Holy See is the best place.

However, at this moment, the Norman United Army guarded the south was a tough strait. It had just completely broken the elite troops of the Holy See's garrison, the Centaur Legion (the latest chapter of the Blood-Crying Demon Infant. Although the number of these Centaurs was only 5,000, they fought against ten. They were extremely brave. Harold felt that breaking through this direction was not a good idea.

Harold observed for a long time, and the first thousand armored centaurs that were put into the battlefield, after fighting for a long time, none of them died in the battle. The human knight was trapped in the chaos. He was easily pulled off the horse's back and ravaged by people's thighs. However, the centaurs didn't care at all. They were wearing four millimeter-thick plate armor, which was invulnerable to swords and guns. Even if the Swiss guards fought for their lives, they used all their strength and slashed the opponent's chest with a fierce halberd, which was only a few steps back. Then there was a roar. The wheel and battle axe could cut the opponent's armor twice.

Harold was so powerful that he couldn't breathe in his breath. Naturally, he didn't dare to send troops to pass by here. On the east side were the troops of the Norman Union, Brandenburg, Austria and Venice. In addition, Norman's heavy cavalry and Hussars, although the troops of several countries were quite strong, the troops of several countries seemed a little messy. Therefore, they were selected by Harold.

Harold's order was heard. His confidant Walanji sent a commander and immediately ran over to greet the heavy cavalry troops. The heavy cavalry team, which had been waiting for a long time, immediately rectified the formation and ran to the east side with no chance. A powerful cavalry joining the battlefield was not a drop in the bucket, but it was not a timely help. The situation in the right wing of the Holy See improved slightly. But it was unlikely to break the Norman Union's defense line.

Of course, Harold didn't expect them to do anything. After transferring the heavy cavalry, he transferred the last three thousand-man teams of Pope Guards to the right wing in turn. Seeing that the situation on the right wing completely improved, the troops on both sides were attacking and defending again, and the other fronts on the other side were in a vague danger of collapse. Harold shouted inwardly: "When will we stay if we don't leave at this time?" Then he left the army and, under the escort of the close friends, Varanji mercenaries, swung the axe desperately and killed that side.

Harold may have a little less ability, but his ability to run away is absolutely first-class. Seeing the fight coming to the front, he immediately threw away all the golden helmets on his head, silver armor on his body, and cloaks behind him. He casually wiped a handful of dead blood on his face. Then he pulled out his battle axe and fought with a group of Walanji mercenaries.

He left the army for a while. The Holy See lost command, and soon someone shouted: "The commander ran away (the full text of the novice god! Leave us away!!" The Holy See army, which was still struggling to support, looked over again, but did not see Harold again. He also had a group of Varanji mercenaries under his command. The front was destroyed by the Norman army at that time. The remaining nearly 20,000 Holy See soldiers were immediately divided and surrounded. They were disintegrated.

At this moment, the Norman United Army also heard about this and tried their best to kill in the middle of the encirclement. In addition, the sun had completely set and the light was not good, so Harold actually broke through!

"We won! The coalition forces won! The Norman Empire won! The great Egil, Scadra Grimson, the Great Emperor, won!!!" Seeing the desolate scattered, the coalition forces - especially the Norman Empire's army, shouted loudly. The voice reached more than ten miles away and was fleeing in a panic. Harold, who was struggling with a dog, made the mercenary leader who was beaten back to his original form tremble. It also made the defeated generals who followed him frightened.

"General, what should I do now?" Originally, when he was the leader of a mercenary, Harold all called him the boss or the captain. But when he defected to the Holy See, the Pope made him the commander-in-chief of the new Holy See. Harold's market was bullish, so he asked his subordinates to call him the general.

Of course, at this moment, both the general and the captain were just calling it nicely. Harold looked at him. After a fight, the Walanji mercenaries who followed him had only one hundred, and most of them were injured and exhausted. And he fought like this all day. The group of people had no meals. When the evening breeze in spring blew, he felt hungry, tired and cold. He was so miserable.

"Go away quickly. I guess the Normans will soon send cavalry to search for the defeated army. If they are a little later, they will not be able to leave!" Harold lowered his voice and spoke, while his pace accelerated a lot again.

The Walanji mercenaries complained, and some of them were seriously injured, or tired or hungry. As they walked, they thumped and fell to the ground and fainted.

"Let's go! I'm wrong in this battle today! Only by saving my life can you take revenge! Go quickly!"

Seeing him, some of the Walanji mercenaries hesitated and wanted to reach out to support his robes (the full text of Gao Lao Zhuang from another world. Harold's heart was like a stone. He opened the man's hand and stared at him viciously and said such words.

"But, but we are brothers--" the mercenary was stunned for a moment, and then defended.

"If you help him, you can only die together! If you leave, you can live one more!" Harold continued to say viciously.

After hearing Harold say this, the mercenary Walanji, who was still walking, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and stopped looking at the eyes of his companions who were lying on the ground, and accelerated his progress. After walking for a while, the mercenaries around Harold had only more than fifty left.

"Egil Scadragrimson!!!" Harold thought as he walked, and the more he thought about it, he became more angry, and finally he roared in anger, and then he vomited blood. Before the Walange mercenaries could be surprised, he heard a sound of horse hooves from afar.

"Hide quickly! It's the Norman cavalry!" Harold reacted the fastest, regardless of the disgust of his chest, and immediately ran to the grass next to the path, lying on the ground without moving. The other mercenaries followed suit and hid. After a while, he saw a group of hussars with no less than a hundred men, pulling the reins with one hand and holding a torch with the other hand, galloping past them, sprinkling the dust covered with these defeated generals.

After the cavalry had passed, the Varanji mercenaries got up after a while. They carefully identified the road and continued to flee towards the Roman Catholic Church.

"When you go back to Rome, you will be safe." The dozens of defeated soldiers were all thinking like this. But they didn't know that their every move was found by Norman's spies and sent to Egil. Now, there were more than a dozen Norman spies following them. It was easy to kill all these defeated soldiers.

However, Egil, a guy who is cruel and likes to play tricks, did not issue such an order.

"If they want to go, let them go. When they arrive in Rome, they will see that scene. It must be very interesting...ahhahahaha..."
Chapter completed!