"Waste!"

Randy snorted softly, making such an assessment of the King of France, whom he had always looked down on.

As soon as he finished speaking, Joan of Arc, who was standing beside him, gritted her teeth and tore off her nun's robe, revealing the full set of armor and battle robes underneath, and then turned around and ran down the lookout.

"Joan of Arc, what are you going to do?" Randy pulls Joan of Arc, but not so.

So he gritted his teeth and ran after Joan of Arc.

"Alpha, Bishop Peter!" As Randy ran, he called out to his two lieutenants, as well as the Knights of the Guard.

By the time the voter ran down from the lookout, Joan of Arc had already turned over and mounted her horse, and by the skillful movements, she knew that the life of a nun in the past few months had not dulled her skills.

"The French need me!"

"But they don't need you!"

"I'm very sorry, but please let me be willful."

After Joan of Arc finished speaking, she ran towards the battlefield without looking back......

"What do you see? Look at gouging out your eyeballs! Enraged, Randy turned around and yelled at the knights of the Guard who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and ran back to the watchtower.

"Cavalry, are you ready? Three hundred heavy cavalry were sent to aid the French, while the rest of the cavalry went around the flanks and crushed the two enemy garrisons. ”

Randy angrily ordered, so the 1,700 hoplites who had not fully recovered their physical strength did as Randy ordered, and divided 300 Norman cavalry to follow the French, and the remaining 1,400 hoplites divided into two teams and ran towards the two wings.

More than five hours have passed since the war, and the war has gradually entered a white-hot stage, the two sides have already put the vast majority of their forces into the battlefield, and there are not many reserves left, even such a small and insignificant reserve is unlikely to have much impact on the war situation.

Joan of Arc had already run into the French army at this moment, and after killing several Eastern Roman heavy infantry in a row, she moved to the front of the line and spread her French tricolor flag from her waist to the wind, instantly killing a short-eyed Eastern Roman lancer, snatching its spear as a flagpole and erecting her banner.

"That's General Joan of Arc's banner!"

"General Joan of Arc is here."

Upon hearing such news, the French soldiers were instantly inspired.

The name Joan of Arc is like a magic spell, which makes the French soldiers burst out with powerful combat power in an instant, and at the same time, Joan of Arc also performs her own stunts, shining with holy light, which greatly improves the defense and morale of the French soldiers.

The French army formation instantly became as solid as a rock, and the Eastern Roman lancers helplessly found that their own charge could no longer cause harm to these Frenchmen, and even these French peasants became extremely brave, and they would no longer panic in the face of cavalry, or even run away.

"Long live General Joan of Arc!"

Seeing that their own army once again had the upper hand, the French soldiers shouted excitedly, and Joan of Arc also unceremoniously regarded herself as the commander of this army, shouting loudly to boost their morale and give orders at the same time.

Behind all this glory, cheering, and fighting, a pair of eyes of extreme anger and jealousy were fixed on Joan of Arc.

King Philip II of France found all his efforts ridiculous to buy the hearts of the army as he did best, but it was not as effective as Joan of Arc's woman in a few minutes in front of the battlefield, and after a few months, Philip II thought he was able to fully control the army.

But the reality before him now told him that Joan of Arc was still the best commander in the hearts of the French people, and that they would obey Joan of Arc's orders more than he, the king of France.

Her great prestige in France weighed on Philip II like a boulder, and made her feel unusually uncomfortable, uncomfortable to death, so uncomfortable that she was almost crazy.

"This woman must die!"

Philip II silently made up his mind that Joan of Arc was a threat anyway, and originally thought that banishing her to Norman and getting rid of her under the pretense of the Norman king's hand would solve the problem, but who would have thought that this witch would use some method to charm the neurotic madman, Joan of Arc is indeed very beautiful, this Philip II does not deny it, but this is not the point, the point is that Philip II has made up his mind to kill this woman.

At this moment, two Norman heavy cavalry had circled the flanks of the battlefield, and with the assistance of the northern Italian city-states, they defeated the Eastern Roman lancers, who were already exhausted, and then charged the enemy flank garrison.

This kind of garrison legion, in fact, is a semi-professional soldier who is half peasant and half soldier, and its combat effectiveness is much worse than that of the professional Eastern Roman legions, and the equipment is not very good, although they are also under the Eastern Roman battle flag, and the soldiers of these sub-legions fight with the same high price, but the battle has not been able to turn into chain mail, cannot become a shield, cannot become a sharp spear and spear.

They only had thin leather armor, short swords, skinned wooden shields, and light javelins, so they died miserably.

With their frenzied, indomitable, and lethal charge, the Norman heavy cavalry shattered the last bit of hope, the last bit of pride, and the bravery of a soldier of the Eastern Roman Empire.

Looking at the cavalry that rushed over like a sea of mountains, wrapped in good armor and holding a cavalry with a steel spear head, like a monster that appeared from another world, the Eastern Roman infantry of the garrison corps were all frightened and turned pale, and the arms that had been trained countless times were also trembling, and a round of light javelin attacks almost failed to have any effect, and then the infantry of the Roman garrison legion in the front row was knocked over on their backs.

The horror of the hoplites was evident at this moment, shattered bones, pierced bodies, broken limbs, dying screams, and the wild laughter of the Norman hoplites.

A total of three band charges!

Thousands of Roman infantry were routed in one round, and the agitated Northern Italian coalition and the rabble, greatly encouraged, rushed up to attack the flank of the Eastern Roman army with a roar.

As a last resort, the Eastern Roman army contracted its formation, and the Eastern Roman array, which originally seemed to be a cone, now lost the arrows and wings of the cone, and looked more like a spherical circle.

Besieged!

Narcisse had sensed that something was wrong, that he had lost control of the battlefield, that he had no reserves, no cavalry, no other way to fill the line and break the enemy.

But Narsis was not reconciled, he knew that if he was defeated here, everything would be over, he wanted revenge, and revenge would never be possible, so no matter what, no matter what method was used, he had to try, even if someone told him that eating could save the battle, Narsis would not hesitate to be a wild dog.

It has to be said that as an excellent commander, Narciss's abilities are still there.

After some observation, he saw a point that turned the tide of battle.

The first group of troops to begin to shrink their formation, the Varangian mercenaries!

Narcis found out before that this group of cunning and rude barbarians did not do their best, but at the beginning of the war, after a slight setback, they shrank their formations and only defended but did not attack, which directly led to the failure of Narciss's cone and arrow charging tactics, and he had no choice but to change his tactics, broaden the battle line, and fight with the enemy.

Narcis resented this group of Varangian mercenaries very much in his heart, and Narsis also understood that the Valanji patriarch, as an important vassal of the Eastern Roman Emperor, was actually no less than him as a governor, although he was nominally his commander, but if Harold really listened to him, it was absolutely impossible, they were not Romans, they could not die for the benefit of Rome, because the army was their greatest capital.

But if they were willing to charge again, the Eastern Roman army could once again attract at least 10,000 soldiers in front of it, so that the Eastern Roman legions on both flanks could breathe a sigh of relief, the formation could be expanded again, the positions of the reserve brigades could be adjusted again, and the Eastern Roman army could hold out for a little longer.

Afterwards......

Afterwards...... At least you can get a chance to win!

"Tell the Varangians that if they are willing to continue the attack, I can give them a reward of 100,000 gold coins in their personal capacity." ”

"God forbid......" Narcis sighed as he watched the herald run into battle and disappear.

But things didn't go as Narcisse imagined, and the sinister and cunning Valanji mercenary leader Harold couldn't have been impressed by this little money.

"Phew! Let that bastard grab the gold and go to the grave himself! Charge again? One more charge, and I don't even want to know if I can get a third left. ”

Harold's spit spat on the herald's face, and he ordered his subordinates without hesitation: "Sober me up, and if we are defeated in the future, we will all retreat." ”

"That damned barbarian, that rude man, I will tell His Majesty to cut off his head." Narsis waited anxiously for a long time, but finally received such an answer.

Because he was angry with Harold, the herald said a lot of things that Harold hadn't said, and Narsis was so angry that he spat on the herald's face.

The herald is not good at this, the Middle Ages did not pay as much attention to oral hygiene as it is now, after a long period of oral fermentation, the taste of the spit star is not very good, the herald often has to suffer from bad breath that is worse than the taste of the toilet, and even in unofficial investigations, the herald's fear of such biological and chemical weapons is better than the enemy army everywhere on the battlefield, cavalry, stray arrows and other things that cost people's lives, because those things they can find a way to dodge, but the boss's spitting star can't.

Harold refused to continue the charge, and even had the idea of pulling the wind, the Catholic coalition army was attacking, the Norman cavalry on both flanks continued to charge, and Randy even threw the last bit of reserve into the gap, seeing that the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and the formation of the Eastern Roman army was also torn apart little by little, Narsis gritted his teeth and led the last brigade of the Nineteenth Army to the front line, which was able to block the next attack of the Normans.

"One last point!" Randy was also excited at the moment.

To be honest, it was also the first time that he had commanded a campaign of nearly 100,000 troops, and although he could directly command only 40,000 troops, the pressure was still enormous, and the belief in victory was extremely strong.

Seeing the enemy lines retreating, the heavy infantry phalanxes being torn apart, and then divided and surrounded by the swarming fanatical coalition forces, one by one killed, dismembered, and chopped into meat sauce, even the toughest Eastern Roman soldiers lost confidence in victory.

It hasn't collapsed yet, it's still resisting, and even if it can win like this, it will pay a heavier price.

Randy suddenly realizes that he is the most critical, the last reserve.

But it will have to wait a little longer......

Randy pulled out his pocket watch, it was 3:45 p.m., and in another half an hour, the opposing barbarian commander's mastery of the stunt would lose its effect, and then the two Germanic legions would be in even greater faltering, and then the final blow.

At this moment, Narsis has been put into the front line of battle, the combination of the round shield and the long sword in his hand is quite threatening, the speed of the move is extremely fast, the opponent often has no time to react, the thin layer of chain mail in the weak part of the throat can not resist Narcis's full thrust at all, seeing the enemy fall weakly with his throat clutched, Narsis finally found a little self-confidence, and at the same time, the fear of defeat was temporarily suppressed because of the pleasure of killing.

But it's only for a short time......

The coalition forces had already begun an all-out offensive, and even the Papal States troops, who were most eager to preserve their strength, were doing their best to gain the most credit for their prestige, so that they could gain a greater voice in the future coalition forces and be able to dominate the future affairs of Europe after the war against the Orthodox heresy was over.

Compared to the leaders of other countries, most of them think the same way.

But the resistance of the Eastern Roman army was indeed very fierce, very, very fierce, and even if you wanted to take a step forward, you had to pay a huge price, a price that was unacceptable!

The soldiers attacked one after another, and their heads were broken in front of the phalanx of Eastern Roman hoplites.

On the battlefield, the corpses are piled up, the blood flows like a river, the battle flag flutters, and the brave are dazzled by the shouts of killing and shaking the sky.

But such a long day should also come to an end.

Randy suddenly became relieved, and in the 30 minutes of waiting, it seemed like 30 years had passed, but it was finally coming to an end.

The time for the barbarian commander to master the skills had passed, and the morale of the 14,000 barbarian mercenaries had dropped by two levels in an instant, and at the same time, the Norman army that was fighting against them was also significantly easier, and the speed of advancement had increased even more.

"It's now!"

Randy and Harold, who was also counting the time, said such words together, and the screams of Hades swept across the battlefield, like the arrival of the Dreaded Demon King, and the morale of the entire Eastern Roman army plummeted, and it was only one step away from collapse!

"Come with me!"

Randy shouted loudly, ran down from the watchtower, and rode his horse and whipped into the battlefield, behind him, the well-armored knight of the guard was silent, closely following his king, and at the same time, the captain of the death knight who had ridden the black god steed, and the heavily armed skull, the Norman article, the Norman chant written on silk in the Norman common script, the Norman archbishop Peter with the shawl of the resurrection scroll of Jesus Christ, followed closely by Randy's side, and Randy's brutality up to seventeen points, Instantly affects the Roman soldiers at the front of the array.

(End of chapter)