The horseman in the lead withdrew his spear, rode close to me, and shouted:

"Lord Earl, we were specially ordered by Lord Duke to stay in the camp before leaving, and to ensure your personal safety if necessary, now that you are our master, please issue an order, and we will go with you to the soup."

After speaking, the cavalry tapped his shield with a spear, causing his partners behind him to also tap the shield in response, and the resonance effect was very shocking.

It turned out that after playing the trick of the golden cicada to get out of the shell, the Duke of Normandy really saw the wind and rudder, maybe now hide somewhere to see the excitement, leaving us to die in the middle of this sword and sword, and in my heart to take turns to greet his ancestors for eighteen generations, I decided to hurry up and ask something useful: "How many of you are here?" ”

"One hundred heavy cavalry, we are the personal guards of the Duke, and we admire your knightly demeanor in rescuing Princess Serena, so everyone basically voluntarily applied to stay, hoping to continue the glory of the knight with you."

The cavalry followed me, and his eyes flashed like a little fan of chasing Han Xing in later generations, and the earl, who had a chivalrous demeanor in his eyes, was so frightened on the battlefield that he was sweating profusely, and his waist couldn't stand up.

The battlefield is not big or small, in the blink of an eye the position of Saxony has been far away, I looked back at the cavalry that followed me, and there were many defeated soldiers who gathered along the way and automatically followed, the size of the army was faintly a bit of a crab rampant momentum, and when I met the sporadic Saracens, everyone greeted and flocked up, and it was easy to call it a day, so in view of this, I confidently straightened my body, fluttering and fluttering.

The group approached the position, and when I fixed my eyes, I was scared into a cold sweat, and the flags of all parties were strangled together, but I did not see the handsome banner of His Majesty the Emperor, I waved my hand and led the cavalry around the back of the battlefield, which had not yet been attacked by the enemy, and many of the routs were holding their heads and screaming and fleeing.

Judging from their clothing, they are basically infantry recruited from some territories, and at this time, the noble knights with heads and faces are all rushing up to their deaths, for fear that they will be slow to fall behind the ranks of the martyrs in the future, so I waved my hand and ordered the cavalry to get out of the way and let the rout flee, so as not to be overwhelmed by them, and spread the mood of decadence and gloom, and I stretched my neck anxiously looking for a knight who could provide accurate information, even if it was a squire who had fought hard for the rest of his life.

Sometimes it's really like stepping on iron shoes and finding nowhere to go, so you can come whatever you want.

A few friendly soldiers on horseback dragged their battle flags and fled towards us in disarray, unlike the usual knights' chain mail inlaid with iron plates to indicate the identity of the comer, and their ragged appearance did not have the arrogant expression of the shepherdess who should have been thrown at herdss on a daily basis.

When the cavalry led by the leader saw the formed cavalry in front of them, they were still slightly surprised, and they were stunned for a long time before they recognized the Earl who was guarded by everyone in the middle, and immediately screamed at the top of their throats: "Oh no, His Majesty the Emperor is dead!" His Majesty the Emperor is dead! ”

It's not that I have a deep personal friendship with His Majesty the Emperor, and I can't control my unbelievable feelings when I hear the news of his death, but with the death of His Majesty Otto, my only hope of taking advantage of the chaos is completely lost, and only a hundred heavy cavalry can run away in an ambush on all sides, and I can be cut into squirrel Guiyu in minutes.

Thinking of this, my sword fell, stabbing the emperor's Praetorian Guards cavalry in front of him, he still had a frightened expression on his face, and the words that were not finished were blocked in his throat and couldn't come out, but the pain from the wound was real, so that he couldn't speak in his throat, and he could only stare in vain and stretch out his hands to grab my arm, and his fingers were deeply buckled into the ring of the chain mail, as if he wanted to ask for an explanation.

I impatiently drew my long sword, kicked away his still twitching corpse, and pointed at the remaining Praetorian Cavalry viciously with my sword: "Who dares to spread this kind of false news that disturbs the morale of the army again, don't blame me for being ruthless and sending you to God first, do you hear clearly!" ”

The Praetorian Cavalry, who had long been frightened, had never seen the fierce look of the Count of Nijmegen, who often smiled and greeted people, and nodded hurriedly like garlic when his life was at stake, and he didn't dare to breathe, the Normandy knights who had experienced the world had long been accustomed to this kind of bloody scene, and even had some faint admiration for the Earl who was not shocked and resolute.

The assembled infantry was far away from the scene of the incident, and did not notice what was happening here, but took advantage of this short stay to quickly organize their equipment and stand by in a simple queue with their comrades from different regions.

"Where is Your Majesty's body, and has it been taken by the Saracens?" I asked, pointing casually to one of the Praetorian Guards, praying to Brother Su, who didn't greet him often, that the worst would not happen.

"There are several of His Majesty's personal attendants protecting the body, and it should still be inside and has not come out, but the Saracens have already surrounded us, and we have to escape......

The more the Praetorian Cavalry spoke, the more confident he became, and in the end, his voice was as small as a mosquito humming, and after calming down, an unspeakable sense of humiliation came to his heart, making him grit his teeth and unable to raise his head.

"God forbid!"

For a while, the blood rushed straight to my head for no reason, and the idea of running away at the beginning disappeared, and the courage that came out of nowhere inspired me to clench my long sword, turn around and give a loud order:

"For the sake of the faith of freedom and the glory of the warriors of God, warriors of Christ, charge with me!"

In front of me are all terrified and panicked fleeing soldiers, and the Saracens with hideous faces who are busy chopping melons and vegetables, and occasionally I can see some German soldiers who still insist on resisting, but they are just a small wave in the vast sea, besieged by infidels who are several times their size, and then give their lives in despair, becoming a small footnote under the horse's hooves.

The majesty of a hundred heavy cavalry charges is unstoppable, not to mention the best samurai Normans in the whole of Europe, the swarming deserters are very conscious of dodging the way, for fear of bumping into the plague god, and the fierce Saracens do not dare to come forward to challenge, most of them are gray and slippery and ride far away, so that our group of people did not suffer any resistance, and they easily entered the position, and the soldiers gathered behind them gradually stabilized the collapsed position.

"Where is Your Majesty?"

I asked the Praetorian Cavalry who was following behind me, and the latter, who was pale and was pulled on his horse by a Norman heavy cavalryman, and seemed to be very frightened, and trembled for a long time, before he pointed to a group of people who were struggling together not far away and replied:

"Right there!"

Looking in the direction of his finger, I found that His Majesty's flag had been thrown on the ground, soiled by the crowd of people coming and going, the flag keeper had fallen to the ground, and the blood was flowing in a big pool, and a dozen Saracens were fighting on horseback or on foot, around the same number of German soldiers, and from time to time there were soldiers who fell to the ground with their chests clutched, and our situation was not so optimistic.

"Outflank the past, leave no one behind!"

Although I tried my best not to tremble with the majesty of my voice, I shrank back and wanted to retreat, and my legs and stomachs began to turn, but fortunately the Normans were belligerent rectums, and before I could finish speaking, they roared and rushed out like a wild beast at the sight of its prey.

In a blink of an eye......

In the blink of an eye, the Saracens were hunted down, and the few German soldiers who were rescued still did not let their guard down, even if they were tired and collapsed, they supported their bodies with long swords, panting heavily.

"I'm Randy, Earl of Nijmegen, and I'm here to save you out."

Seeing that there was no danger, I rode over and found a few familiar faces in the crowd, thus confirming the identity of the other emperor's guard.

"I want to meet Your Majesty!"

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, the perennial inseparable tacit understanding, so that each other can communicate through eye contact, mutual vision is silently communicating, they may be weighing me, is not a person who can be trusted.

After a few moments, they turned their bodies to the side, revealing the secret that they had given their lives to protect the core, and the two Praetorian guards walked out carrying the body of His Majesty Otto.

Although I had already guessed such a result, I was still a little shocked at the moment I saw His Majesty's body, and a tingling sensation rose from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and the sweat on my body was instantly dried up.

My hard swallow foamed and moistened my dry throat, and I was inexplicably dizzy, that Emperor Otto III, who was always energetic and had an infinite thirst for the unknown world, was really dead!

His Majesty the Emperor lay peacefully in the arms of the guards, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a smile of relief, but the tightly knit brows showed that when he was dying, His Majesty was still paying attention to the development of the battle situation, looking for opportunities to win, and was unwilling to accept his defeat.

The young emperor was only twenty years old, and most of his extraordinary life was rugged, like a young eagle that had just spread its wings and was ready to soar, and died in the place where his dream took off before he could see the world.

His Majesty's unhappy childhood was shrouded in the indifference of the principalities after the death of his father, who were busy fighting for power, and the long boyhood was always struggling with his grandmother, mother and aunt, and three powerful women under the control of the government, and finally survived until the age of sixteen.

He did it, and in just four years, not only did he clean up those unruly principalities, but also did something that many of his Frankish ancestors had never done, and put a Germanic pope on the throne of the Vatican, truly realizing the supremacy of imperial power!

(End of chapter)