"That scum!"

Completely ignoring the fact that he was also a scumbag, Randy gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice, looking at the French legion's original gun array like an impregnable wall, which was instantly torn to pieces by these ugly, savage, and extremely powerful minotaurs, like rags, those cowardly French peasant soldiers, cowards, and even had no courage to resist, and fled in all directions.

Although he couldn't hear it, seeing Duke Charlie's angry appearance, Randy knew how angry this guy was now.

Of course, Randy was nearly ten miles away from the other party, so he could naturally say such cool words.

And the immersive Duke Charles saw thousands of terrifying monsters rushing over, and he was able to raise the courage to resist, which was worthy of his bold nickname, and Philip II next to him had already turned pale with fright, his eyes were dripping, and he had the idea of escaping, and the left wing of the coalition army was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

If the left flank collapsed, then the enemy could directly attack the Norman flank, the Eastern Roman lancers, the minotaurs, and several legions of Roman troops, plus the loss of morale due to the collapse of friendly forces, the battle would have been lost.

"Joan of Arc!"

Randy's eyes were red and he turned around and grabbed Joan of Arc's shoulders directly, shaking desperately, "Don't you want to be a hero?" Don't you have a heartache for those Frenchmen? Good! I now order you to come to the aid of the scrapwood, I only have 2,000 levies for you, and I will be able to stop the minotaurs and win. ”

"I understand! I can die. Joan of Arc kissed Randy on the lips before turning away without looking back.

Bishop Peter organized the vocabulary and persuaded: "Two thousand men seem to be a little less, and we still have a lot of reserves, and we can send more ......"

"Not necessarily!"

Randy directly interrupted him and said, "If it weren't for the elite troops, two thousand people and twenty thousand people, there would not be much difference between these monsters, what I really like is Joan of Arc, her ability to turn a French waste into a qualified warrior." ”

"Still, but ......"

"Yu is the supreme commander of the coalition forces, Yu gives orders, not you."

Rarely hit a nail at Randy's place, Peter stopped talking, sighed in his heart, and then turned his attention to the frontal battlefield like everyone else.

"But don't die, Joan of Arc."

Somewhat different from what others imagined, Randy was not as cold as steel as he seemed on the surface, and it can be said that he was entangled to the extreme in his heart, and even just now, Randy almost made the decision to escape, but Randy didn't leave!

Randy is still determined to make the best decision possible, even if it is very likely to cause Joan of Arc to be injured or even killed in battle.

The war is still going on, although on the left flank with the efforts of these bull-headed monsters, resulting in a clear advantage, but in the frontal battlefield, the Norman attacks are still very sharp, these blonde and blue-eyed Nordic men with tomahawks in their hands seem to have endless energy, fighting for many hours in a row without reducing their combat power, those decisive assault fighters who fell into the enemy camp because of the excessive charge, without the slightest fear, the tomahawks in their hands are crazy and slashing, looking like they don't want to die.

"The fierceness of those minotaur monsters comes from their confidence in their own strength. So what exactly are these barbarians for? Why are they so fearless? ”

Basil II could see very clearly what these Norse warriors would be shouting before they died, because the distance was so far and the battlefield was so noisy that it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

"Long live Your Majesty Randy!"

In fact, as the war goes on, the physical strength of these warriors is also passing rapidly, although they are wielding the tomahawk very hard, but in fact, the attack power has weakened a lot, although they are still advancing, but their legs are as heavy as lead, and each step takes the strength to eat.

But still winning!

Winning all the time!

After eight hours of continuous fighting, the Norman soldiers were still able to overwhelm the Eastern Roman heavy infantry, and the angry Basil II wanted to kill.

"It seems that after going back this time, it is time to completely reform the troops, and those who go to Varangian, the Eastern Roman Empire needs more such soldiers." Basil II thought so.

Left flank......

Joan of Arc arrived there as fast as he could, where the red, white and blue special flags fluttered on the battlefield again, and at the same time, Joan of Arc's stunt shone with holy light, enveloping the entire left battlefield, nearly 30,000 French troops were instantly inspired, their morale was greatly improved, and their physical strength was instantly replenished.

"Joan of Arc! It's Joan of Arc of France! The soldier shouted so loudly that he became excited again.

"Fight! Stand up, Frenchman, do not be discouraged, do not be afraid, be like a warrior. ”

Joan of Arc swung her sword of white glitter in both hands and charged at a minotaur who was about to crush the head with a French grin.

"Humph!"

The minotaur looked at the person rushing towards him, it was a little human girl who couldn't help herself, and couldn't help but snort coldly, and when she was about to solve the human in her hand, she suddenly felt that her hands were unconscious.

Looking down, the human who was originally holding it in his hand fell to the ground with a pop.

"What's going on?"

The bull-headed monster, who was originally arrogant, felt fear for the first time, and then he found that he was also unconscious in the lower half of his body, or more accurately, he lost all the sensation from the erection neck down, and now he only had a head left.

"Am I dead?"

At the end of his life, this question appeared in the minotaur's mind, and then his mountain-like body collapsed.

In just an instant, an invincible, even a minotaur that could rival a team of knights, was killed by Joan of Arc.

"The speed and reaction are very slow, it's just that the strength is relatively large, and it doesn't matter if the skin is rough and the flesh is thicker, it's not a big deal." After killing a minotaur, Joan of Arc made this judgment and shook off his wrist that had been bruised by the iron-hardened skin that had been forcibly cut off the other's head.

"Alright! Very hard! Joan of Arc quickly changed her judgment.

"Lady Joan of Arc, you're amazing."

The French soldier, who had been saved by Joan of Arc, shouted excitedly: "As long as Lady Joan of Arc is here, we can win, long live Joan of Arc!" ”

Once again, the French soldiers were encouraged to stop their rout and muster up the courage to charge at the Minotaur.

After Joan of Arc left the watchtower, the Governor of Venice, Witt, stepped forward and said to Randy: "Great King, you don't have to be so nervous, these minotaurs are powerful, but they are not invincible, I have led an army to fight them, as long as you have a strong enough crossbowmen, aim at the head as a weak point, and shoot intensively, you can kill these monsters!" ”

"Why didn't you say it earlier? You bastard! Randy suddenly turned around and stared at Werther, staring at the Venetian governor to the point that he almost blurted out, but Randy kept himself in check.

"Very good, you provided a very useful piece of information." Randy nodded and turned away, glaring at his intelligence director, Nemulis.

"Order the troops retreating from the Nameless Heights to join the left flank and support the French in shooting those bastards in the head."

Randy almost yelled at the end, such a complex command was not as simple as moving forward and backward, and it could not be accurately conveyed with a horn, so the knights of the Guards used the horn to blow out the information that could be transmitted, and on the other hand, urgently sent a herald to the left flank.

During this time, Joan of Arc changed her tactics, her body fluttering like a butterfly, jumping up and aiming at the minotaur monsters in the eyes and piercing them directly through the weak link.

The war was once again in a state of flux......

At this moment, it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, two or three hours before dark, and both sides had already used their strength to defeat each other, and used all the elites that could be used.

Both sides had done their best, and the front-line infantry line had reached saturation with the number of armies on both sides, and now not even a single Eastern Roman heavy infantry brigade, or a Norman thousand-man brigade, could fit in.

"Joan of Arc, it's up to you, don't let me down!"

"What a rival!"

At the same time, Emperor Basil II on the opposite side also expressed this emotion: "I have been fighting horses for many years, no matter what kind of army I have seen, but I have never encountered such a strong opponent, if it is not for the Minotaur United, I am afraid it will be ......."

Basil II did not say any more at this point, but he also wanted to give his subordinates a little face, although those large generals were not of much use in a sense, and in many cases were not even as useful as a heavy infantry.

At this moment, another herald rushed to the front, reporting to the Latin Legion on the front, and the two thousand-strong troops collapsed and were in urgent need of reinforcements. Basil II was further distressed when he heard this.

In addition to the Eastern Roman Greek legions, Basil II also had two standing mercenary legions, a Latin legion with strong combat effectiveness, and a Germanic legion.

The battle situation has reached this point, and the various brigades of the two mercenary regiments are basically engaged in the battle, and they have suffered heavy casualties in such a chilling battle, and the soldiers and mercenaries of other nationalities will naturally not know what is called the glory of the Roman Empire like the Greeks, and they only fight for money in peacetime, and they are directly stupid when they encounter such a battle. But then it was crushed by a team of decisive assault fighters with a stronger impact, and then it was showered by a rain of longbows and arrows, and the entire formation collapsed at once.

On the other side, a Latin legion adjacent to it, the Genoese sergeants armed with strong crossbows, were of no use in such a melee, a small number of them were equipped with chain mail, and some of the Latin sergeants were even more useless, and they had a different way of withstanding the charge of the Norman assault infantry.

The Aranoma two-handed swordsmen from Germany, armed with Germanic-style two-handed broadswords, also launched a counter-charge against the Norman army, although the greatsword was not as capable of breaking defenses as the battle axe, but it was more convenient and faster to slash the human body.

A thousand-strong team of Aranoma swordsmen quickly blocked the assault force of more than 1,300 Nordic Sami axemen and forest axe men, and the sword light and axe shadows flashed on the battlefield, and the soldiers on both sides roared to the sky and fought hard.

"Longbow team, cover fire at that area!"

At this moment, Viscount Robin Hood, who commanded the longbow troops, was also ruthless, and after receiving Randy's hint, these former Green Forest Good Khans also put aside their moral values, and ordered the longbowmen to attack directly regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies.

Under the dense rain of arrows, both the Normans and the Germans let out a terrible scream, baptized by the rain of arrows as dense as dark clouds, which could almost block the sun, and these guys who did not have much armor on their bodies, especially those who did not want to wear helmets, suddenly suffered heavy casualties.

The Norman army, with its frantic fighting style, managed to break through the front lines of these two mercenary regiments.

"Two more reserve legions!"

At such a time when the war is fought, both sides have invested tens of thousands of troops and lost tens of thousands of troops, and no one can afford to lose such a heavy bet.

This kind of war invested in the army is actually very similar to speculating in stocks, and the stalemate in the war is very similar to the stock being trapped, and if you want to save it, you must invest more troops, and so on and so on, and in the end, you will lose more and more.

On the front, both sides threw legions, brigades, and thousand-man teams into it, and the whole battlefield was like a meat grinder, and Randy and Basil II, like two cold-blooded and ruthless butchers, constantly, without hesitation, poured large batches of fresh and lively creatures into that machine that could never fill their appetites, and churned those soldiers into minced meat along with their armor and weapons.

The war continues......

Now that the frontal battlefield is basically evenly divided, both sides have invariably turned their attention to the left flank again, and see it as the key to victory.

On the left flank of the coalition army, encouraged by Joan of Arc, the French soldiers gathered again and began to besiege a minotaur with several, dozens, or even dozens of people, although the weapons in their hands seemed very ridiculous to the three-meter-tall minotaur, and the minotaurs could kill the fragile human soldiers with just two hands without using their battle axes the size of their door panels, but there were too many of them, and they cooperated well, but the minotaur had no idea what the so-called formation and tactics were, All of them are fighting on their own, so they are in trouble all of a sudden.

(End of chapter)