"Assault! Assault! "Grold. Morality. Umar shouted and led the charge, and the mountains seemed to be occupied by galloping Norman knights.

The Normans shouted "Fight in the name of God, we are not guilty." They have no fear.

Near, near, the Norman knight's lance was still down, the last of their two spears, so this charge was also their last assault, and if it didn't work, it would be a success.

At this moment, the Papal Guard, neither the knights nor the infantry, had not yet fully set up their formation, they were mixed, pushing, arguing, so much so that they lost precious time to react, and now they were simply powerless to resist the onslaught of the Norman knights.

"Steady, steady, knights and soldiers of the Papal Guard, you are holy warriors of God, and you must not have any fear in the face of the enemies of Christ.

Take up arms and face the enemy and fight them bravely, and God will lift your souls to heaven. Cardinal Schwyzwüff rode his horse and shouted in the middle of the array, but thanks to his prestige and the status of the Church in their hearts, the knights and soldiers of the Papal Guard finally lifted their spirits.

Cardinal Schwyzwüf, however, could not turn the tide, and his Papal Guard was not the Spartan warriors of the past, but they were full of fear of the Normans.

In the face of the surging Norman knights, the infantry of the Papal Guard could not hold on first, after all, no matter how well trained and equipped they were, they could not change the cowardly nature of the Italians.

The knights of the Papal Guard did not flee in all directions, not that they had more courage and were stronger than the infantry, but that they were already mixed with the infantry, and were simply unable to get out of the rolling torrent of infantry, let alone retreat calmly.

The sound of horses' hooves, the sound of crashing, the sound of broken guns, the sound of swords, the sound of cutting, countless sounds converge to play the music of death.

Perhaps the Papal Guard, with good equipment, training, and the encouragement of Cardinal Schwyzwof, could withstand the first wave of Norman onslaught, but then the Norman knights, led by Mephistopheles and Baron Richard, launched a second and third wave of onslaught, and the continuous onslaught made the soldiers of the Papal Guard despair, and finally the collapse was inevitable.

As if he had a heart, Caesar, who was standing in the command car, waved his hand and ordered: "Assault of the whole army!" ”

"Assault of the whole army! Assault of the whole army! ”

"Assault of the whole army! Assault of the whole army! Assault of the whole army! ”

Caesar's orders were repeated over and over again by the heralds and officers, and then carried out by his soldiers without reservation.

Accompanied by the sound of war drums and horns, the Norman heavy infantry of the Chinese army began to advance in an orderly manner, they moved their horses and crossed the trenches from the reserved passages, stepped over the mountains of corpses and blood, and stabbed their swords and guns into the vital points of the enemy soldiers.

To their right, right, and rear, light infantry and crossbowmen waited for the opportunity, harvesting the lives of their enemies with javelins, crossbows, longbows, and other weapons, and their well-arrayed phalanxes of heavy infantry were their walls, sufficient to keep them safe and secure in battle.

The Normans were menacing, and their strength made Zuckerberg, Count of Orvieto. Orsini had a profound impact, before he led an army of more than 15,000 people to attack the Norman array of only about 8,000 people, but no matter what he did, the Normans still stood still, and even caused huge casualties to his troops, so that the front of the Normans was a sea of corpses and blood, and thousands of people were killed or seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

Now Count Zuckerberg of Orvieto. Orsini had less than 10,000 troops at his disposal, and he was helpless in the face of a Norman phalanx of more than 7,000 men.

"Count Lord, retreat, there is no point in being slaughtered by the Normans in such a one-sided manner!" A noble officer beside Count Orvieto persuaded.

"I see, Sir Dylan Moore." Count Orvieto turned to the noble general beside him and commanded: "Gresim. Advance. Baron Tivoli, please retreat with me with all the knights and squires, and leave the rest of the affairs of the palace to the infantry, mercenaries and levies, this is the most important matter! Please. ”

The Count of Orvieto was no different from other noble lords, they only valued the knightly nobles who were subordinate to them, and treated mercenaries, levies and the like like a mustard, and perhaps in their eyes, the large number of infantry was a drag, not only to slow them down, but also to cause problems for the Normans, which was their last value.

"Yes, Lord Count Orvieto." Baron Tivoli had no objection and bowed in response.

Although many of the knights of the Middle Route Army were taken away by Randolph and them, there were still many knights of the Holy See's vassal states, most of whom were headed by Count Orvieto, and they were an indispensable force in his hands, which could never be lost.

Needless to say, the Starlight Mercenary Regiment, which was fighting on the right flank of the Normans, sensed the change in the tide of battle early on, and unknowingly moved to the edge of the battlefield, and after receiving orders from their Eduardo Commander, the Starlight Mercenary Regiment immediately abandoned their comrades and retreated.

Their retreat was so fast that even the battleground veteran Jeffrey Brown. Morality. Ottwell couldn't catch up, he wanted to perform well on the battlefield, but he didn't expect the limelight to be stolen by Caesar and several of his men.

At this time, he was furious, but he couldn't find a target to vent for a while, so he had to vent his anger on those Holy See troops.

Now the victory was decided, the balance of victory was completely in favor of the Normans, and the army of the Holy See had collapsed on all fronts, and they were running and chasing, as if it were not the Norman army but a terrible group of devils who were chasing them behind them.

"Wackerin. Morality. Winchester, you and the infantry continue to pursue the fleeing infantry, and I will lead the knights after the nobles, and I will not let them return to the papal states in peace. Caesar dismounted from his commanding car, turned on his horse, and gathered his knights of the Guard, facing Walklin. Morality. Winchester said.

"It's too dangerous, you can't take it." Wackerin. Morality. Winchester refused.

"Peace of mind, I'll talk to Grolle. Morality. The Umar converges, and with their protection, you can rest assured. Caesar waved his hand to Wackering. Morality. Winchester relaxed, smiling.