"Lord Earl, it is enough for my Italian mercenary regiment to have the power to freely interweave the battlefield, our army is not a regular army, and it is not good at frontal combat, and only in sports can it exert its real strength." Maurice, the leader of the Italian mercenary group. Welf stepped out of the ranks, bowed and said.

"My Norman knights have suffered great losses, and every force we have in our hands now is very valuable, and if the left wing loses your support, I am afraid that Richard alone. Morality. Sir Hengu may not be able to effectively resist the attack of the Holy See army. Caesar said sincerely:

"Baron Mephistopheles, I think you'll agree with me, won't you?"

As William's aristocratic general in the Italian mercenary group, Baron Mephisgoth had a rival to Maurice in the Italian mercenary group. Welf's immense influence, the affairs of the mercenary group would not have been possible without the permission of Baron Mephistopheles.

"You're right, and we'll comply." Baron Mephistopheles nodded in response.

Before he came, William had already explained to him that he would do his best to help Caesar, so Baron Mephistopheles would not go against his will.

"I am also willing to accept your orders." Now that Baron Mephistopheles has agreed, Maurice. Welf didn't force it, it was just a little less credit and loot.

Caesar discussed with the nobles for a long time, and agreed on a plan for tomorrow's battle before leaving the camp, but he still did not rest, because this battle was related to his success or failure and the rise and fall of the Outville family, and he must not be careful.

On the second day, the Norman camp.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Distribute all the weapons, what about the shields? There are still thirty shields missing. ”

"Assemble these big guys, I'm going to give them a big surprise later."

"Isn't the bread good yet? We need meat and wine, and my soldiers can't go hungry! ”

"Eh, come on, baguettes, beef broth, bacon and salted fish, and a delicious beetroot soup, plus rye beer."

......

The camp was full of busy figures, everyone had their own things to do, whether it was knights, infantry, even baggage soldiers, cooks, shepherd boys, veterinarians, etc., it was not a simple matter for an army of up to 15,000 people to pull out the camp and attack.

And the camp of the Holy See army a few miles away was also full of busy figures, and countless people were also preparing to pull out the camp and go to battle.

This camp is obviously much larger than the Norman barracks, with at least 20,000 soldiers, and the materials stored in it are also more than those ordered by the Normans.

"Baron Randolph, this is the last battle, God bless us, and we will finally be victorious, Amen." Cardinal Schwyzwüf drew a cross on his chest and looked at Landorf. Advance. Capua said.

"It is only natural that Venerable Cardinal Schwyzwüf, the guide of the enemy, Duke of Apulia 'Iron Arm' William, has been captured by us and is still seriously wounded.

The Normans wanted to fight us in a decisive battle on the plain ahead, but they were carried away by a moment of hatred, and when they realized the reality, they would know how big the difference in power was between them and the Holy See.

When the time comes, these proud Normans will not bow their heads and show their loyalty to the Holy See. Baron Randolph said confidently.

"Indeed, we have a scale of 25,000 men, while the other side only has 15,000, the gap in strength is obvious, and our side is well-equipped and well-trained, these gaps cannot be bridged by a moment of blood and bravery." Cardinal Schwyzwüff also nodded in agreement with Baron Randolph's point of view, but the next moment he shook his head and persuaded:

"But Baron Randolph, don't underestimate the prowess of the Normans, they are the most powerful warriors in the world, they can be seen in almost all of Europa, Byzantium, Naples, Sicily, Rome, Iberia, France, Britain, everywhere there are Normans, they are like never-ending explorers, they can fight any enemy for wealth and land."

"I'll be careful, Cardinal Schwyzwof, don't worry at all, I'll lead the knights to destroy these Normans in one fell swoop." Randolph raised his right hand into a fist and said in an excited tone.

"I look forward to your performance, Baron Randolph, and I hope that the next time I see you, you will be Count Benevento Randolph. Advance. Capua. Cardinal Schwyzwüf nodded with a smile.

"I promise you." Baron Randolph smiled and waved goodbye to Cardinal Schwyzwüf, and turned away.

After Randolph left, the smile on Cardinal Schwyzwuf's face disappeared and was replaced by a look of worry, and he had an inexplicable feeling of panic in his heart, perhaps a premonition at this time.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the morning, and the armies of the Normans and the Holy See had already set out, and they each marched towards the agreed battlefield, and the battle seemed endless among the hills and peaks, and countless soldiers with stubborn armor filled the sky.

"The enemy is two kilometers away, with twenty-five thousand men and three thousand cavalry." A reconnaissance light cavalryman with a small red flag on his back turned over and dismounted, reporting the situation on the front line to Caesar and others.

"Probe!" With a wave of his right hand, Caesar ordered: "Order the whole army, advance another five hundred meters, and the whole army will form a formation, build a horse repulsion fortification, and prepare for battle." ”

Under Caesar's command, the whole army of more than 15,000 men advanced again to a distance of about 500 meters, and built fortifications here relying on the surrounding woods and small hills.

Since Caesar's direct army had the experience of defensive operations that William had summed up, they had already prepared prefabricated wooden platoons and horses, etc., and they only needed to build them to build a strong horse, fence, and defensive tower.

Caesar's direct army was familiar with defensive warfare, and was familiar with it, but the Norman aristocratic army, which was not properly trained, did not like this kind of shrinking formation, and preferred to charge and break through the formation, and break all the courage of the enemy.

Fortunately, Caesar had already placed these restless fellows in the two wings, and they were led by Jeffrey. Morality. Outwell, Richard. Morality. Hengu, Morris. Welf and Mephistopheles. Led by Sauron, they will cooperate with the rock-like formation of the Chinese army, and fight the enemy as two sharp blades to protect the safety of the Chinese army.