Harold's escape lasted for three days (During this escape, he gave up his dignity, honor, and the vast majority of the remaining Varanji mercenaries. Apart from raiding a farmhouse the next night, eating a little hard to swallow, without seasoning, and half-cooked barbecue. In three days, he and the only remaining Varanji mercenaries around him did not eat anything else.

Norman's Hussars whizzed past them. Harold had forgotten how many times he had escaped from the galloping cavalry. Every time it was just a little bit, almost the cavalry would find him. On several occasions, the other party noticed the existence of other Varanji mercenaries beside him and drove them out. They killed them like wild dogs. The lucky luck of those people did not reveal the existence of others when they died. The Hussars seemed to just treat them as ordinary defeated soldiers. They did not continue to search the surroundings.

"Sure enough, God is still favoring me. If I survive the disaster, I will have good fortune." If it were under normal circumstances, then the leader of the mercenary Walanji, who was very thoughtful, would have probably seen something wrong. But at this moment, Harold was as anxious as a dog and as anxious as a fish with a leak. His head was messy and he could not tell the truth. Therefore, he came to such a conclusion.

However, all this was about to end. Three days later, dozens of Walangi mercenaries who were tired and hungry, who were supporting each other like refugees, finally saw the towering city walls of Rome again at noon that day.

Although it was noon, it seemed that the Roman city gate was closed for safety reasons. There were many soldiers patrolling the city. However, the Varanji mercenaries could not care about so much at this moment. After a brief cheer, they surrounded Harold and ran towards the Roman city. While running, they shouted: "We are from the Holy See! General Harold is back! Open the city gate quickly and let us in!"

However, soon, the perceptions trained on the battlefield for a long time, and the group of soldiers who looked relaxed and joking at the head of the Roman city made Harold notice something was wrong. Just as he was about to shout and call his companions to pay attention, a large number of soldiers holding crossbows suddenly appeared on the head of the city. The group of soldiers were no longer concealed. They were wearing the white phoenix cloak of the Norman Empire and Norman-style armor. Harold would never forget the enemy who was dressed in this way in his life.

"Run!" Harold simply said this word, then turned around and ran wildly without looking back. At the same time, on the top of the city, surrounded by soldiers, Emperor Egil looked at Harold, who was in a mess and laughed maliciously. As the emperor spoke proudly, tens of thousands of arrows on the top of the city were shot at the dozens of Walange soldiers like locusts.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!" Harold's heart was in chaos at this moment. He really couldn't figure out how the other party was faster than himself and captured the city of Rome. The idea of ​​revenge on Emperor Egil also disappeared. The mercenary leader now only wanted to escape his life - he heard the screams of the mercenaries who were slow to react because of insufficient physical strength. He had no escape from the arrows at all. Harold's speed was a little faster - however, he still couldn't beat the sharp arrows.

Heart-shaking pain. An arrow hit Harold's left leg, causing him to fall to the ground with a "thump". A severe pain spread from the wound to his whole body. Harold tried to stand up, but he fell down immediately. However, the guy seemed to be scared crazy. After falling to the ground, he still tried his best to use his hands and the complete leg, dragging the injured leg forward. That way, it seemed as if there was something extremely terrifying behind him, chasing him.

"Tsk..." Egil smacked his lips easily. He stretched out his hand and stopped the soldiers who wanted to continue shooting. Ask him, "Are I scary?" The knights around him laughed intrigue. After that, the emperor measured the distance again and shook his head. He said, "It's a pity that my musket seems to be unable to hit this distance." Then someone immediately made fun of him and handed over the pulley crossbow that had been put on the string.

Egil aimed with great enthusiasm, and with the help of a crossbow centurion, he quickly learned to correct. So the emperor mischievously aimed at Harold's arm and pulled the trigger.

"Ah!!!" Harold, who was climbing forward desperately, his left arm was suddenly penetrated. The huge force of the pulley crossbow made the shot crossbow nail his arm to the ground. Harold trembled and used his other hand to pull out the crossbow-and then, another scream, Harold felt that he was about to die of pain. This time, the emperor aimed at his uninjured leg.

Three limbs were injured. They were bleeding a lot and extremely tired. Harold's face was terrible. In front of him, he turned black due to the heavy blood loss. He felt that he was about to die. However, he still wanted to try and move. Even if it was just a little bit. Even if it was just a millimeter, as long as he could get farther away from that person, that madman, that demon...

"Tsk, it's amazing, it's still moving." Egil did not hesitate to evaluate his opponent with the greatest malicious intention. At the same time, he handed over the pulley crossbow and asked his guard knight to help him turn the strings and load the crossbow arrows. He handed it back respectfully again.

But Egil did not take it. He shook his head and walked down the wall. After a while, the gate of Rome opened. Emperor Norman rode his war horse and walked out under the protection of a group of guard knights. He walked all the way to Harold, who was still in vain and wanted to climb forward. He jumped off the horse and then walked to Harold to squat down.

"Hey. You're about to die. Do you have any feelings? For example, if you regret going against me?" Egil asked Harold, who was in a dying state. However, he didn't expect that Harold, who was already twitching and could hardly move, suddenly opened his eyes again after hearing his voice. Fear and extreme fear made the body, which had no strength, move again. Harold's face twisted, grabbed the soil with his right hand deeply, and tried his best to climb forward. He even pulled the flesh of his left hand nailed to the ground in a distorted way. He murmured in his mouth. The sound was very small, making Egil unable to hear clearly.

"Huh?" Egil was a little curious, approached a little, trying to hear what he was saying clearly - however, at this moment, Sonia, the personal guard beside him, saw something was wrong and shouted, "Danger!" Then he saw Harold, who was originally like a dead dog on the ground, suddenly turned around and "Click" and "Click" two times, which actually broke the wooden poles that nailed him to the ground. Egil received the warning in advance. He immediately stood up and jumped backwards. However, a handful of things that Harold dug out hit the chest, making a muffled sound.

"Dirt?" Looking at the dirty piece of armor, Egil frowned and muttered in a low voice. Thinking of Harold's performance before his death, he felt that he understood him a little. And on the other side, Harold was proud to see Egil like this, and he laughed in the end. Then, the only intact right arm drooped weakly. His eyes rolled. He died...

"Damn it!" Seeing that such a thing happened under the escort of his own group of people, the guards were furious. They drew their swords and pulled their battle axe, and slashed Harold's corpse. When Egil said he could stop it, the corpse was already divided and there was no human form.

"...Let's be buried well, it's also a character..." Egil shook his head, feeling a little sad for no reason. After saying this, he turned around, stepped onto the horse and ran back towards the city of Rome.

Behind Egil, a group of guard knights also rode on horseback and returned to the city. After a while, some ordinary soldiers and the priests who followed the army walked out of the city. Harold's body was restrained and placed in a coffin, digged a pit on the side of the road, erected a monument, and buried it.

In this way, the wheel of history continued to roll forward, crushing all the people who opposed the truth. No matter how glorious it was before his death, it was only a three-foot square territory... As Egil thought so, his will was a little depressed. However, it quickly returned to normal and seemed happy.

Rome has successfully occupied it. The Pope is now in his own control. He pinched flat and rubbed circles according to his own wishes. The whole of Europe, Europa, now he has the final say! Create a great country comparable to the Roman Empire and create a golden age of its own! This is his own victory!!!

While thinking this, Egil went to the hall with his armor and swords. He walked into the residence of the Vatican Pope with his soldiers.

...Time retreated four days ago. After a few days of rest and recuperation, the Norman Union and the Roman Catholic Army were preparing to fight tomorrow. The Roman city was shrouded in a tense atmosphere. The Holy See was anxiously waiting for news from the front line. At this moment, the Norman Offshore Fleet, which had been waiting and watching in this war, was dispatched in full swing and suddenly appeared on the coast of the Pope's State near the Western Mediterranean.

At the most empty time of the Holy See, tens of thousands of Norman sailors took over the territory of the Holy See. Although they were not opponents of the professional army, the combat effectiveness of these Viking pirates was still worth looking forward to. They organized an array and advanced towards Rome with simple siege equipment. The leader was the highest commander of the Norman Offshore Fleet, Marshal Carter!
Chapter completed!