The captain saw all of Harold's previous performances and knew that this was a very tricky enemy, so he didn't spare his hand at all at the beginning, and swung his tomahawk with the same posture to fight back at Harold.

But it was completely useless, in Harold's hands, the heavy axe was as light as a straw, the chain mail on his body was thicker than that of other Varangian warriors, and as light as a silk shirt, and his speed was ten times faster than that of the captain of the Death Warrior, and his courage and will to fight were no different.

I saw Harold rush up without hesitation, and sideways flashed the battle axe cut by the captain of the Death Warrior, punched him in the face, and cut off his hands with a backhand axe.

The captain instantly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Tell me, boy, to whom does this army belong?" Harold stomped on his back, bent over, and asked in Danish with a thick local accent.

"I am a soldier of His Majesty Randy von Hoffmann, the great of the Norman Kingdom." Despite being badly wounded and knocked to the ground, Dan, the captain of the Death Warrior, roared loudly in response to Harold's questions.

"Hahaha, King Randy? It's good, I remember his name. Harold laughed and swung his axe to chop off the head of the Captain of the Death Warrior.

"Chief, something isn't quite right!" The Varangian mercenary on the side reminded in a slightly panicked tone.

"Something is wrong? What's wrong? Harold shouted discontentedly, and when he looked closely, he realized that something was wrong.

Of course, this kind of thing is not surprising!

The number of Death Warriors was 7,000, and all of them were equipped with plate chain composite armor, and the battle axes they held were even more sophisticated equipment produced by the system, and the training and discipline of the Death Warriors were very high, so the Death Warriors finally won the victory.

Despite the scars and heavy losses, victory is victory.

Harold looked at it and found that the Varangian Legion had actually fallen into disadvantage, and what the subordinate said just now was wrong, and this was also the source of this.

"Damn, it's so wicked! Tell the brothers to shrink the front, don't work too hard, it's only right to keep your life and make money. ”

With Harold giving such an order, the Varangian warriors, who had suffered 6,000 casualties and only 4,000 remained, quickly formed a group and assumed a defensive posture, not trying to attack.

At the same time, two Germanic barbarian legions came on both flanks of the Varangian legion.

The main force of the Norman army, professional Viking warriors, also rushed forward, and a large number of longbowmen in the back, under the command of Robin Hood, minimized the impact of the wind as much as possible, and carried out cover attacks for the friendly forces on the front line.

It's just that the ambitious predecessor of the Green Forest Good Khan, in any case, could not have imagined that the troops he led would actually drop the chain in such an important battle, and he thought that in the future, the bards would sing about this classic battle, and when they talked about others, they were extremely praised, but when they talked about themselves, they commented as follows......

Robin Hood, who came out of Sherwood Forest, has been playing soy sauce......

As soon as he thought of this, Robin Hood was in a hurry to die, but no matter how anxious Robin Hood was, he had no ability to change the direction of this battle.

However, with the experience of a good marksman, it was a very difficult task to keep the arrows as far as possible from the track, and Robin Hood was sweating profusely, half for the sake of future fame, and the other half because of the work, which was too draining.

Looking at the frontal battlefield, the two armies with insignificant wings are inseparable.

The two garrison legions of the Eastern Romans, although slightly inferior in equipment and slightly fewer in number, were well-trained, highly motivated,

And the rabble and the insignificant city-states of northern Italy, although they have the upper hand in numbers, are all bad breeds who dare not fight hard, and the rabble is the rabble.

On both flanks of the Norman army, four Roman legions have already clashed with their respective opponents, the Roman hoplite phalanx on the left flank VS the Swiss super-long spear phalanx, but the opponent will meet the good talent.

The two sides have their own characteristics, although the Swiss are indeed stronger in close combat, especially since they have captured a lot of Venetian plate chain composite armor before, and after simple modification, they equipped themselves, and among the 18,000 or so Swiss mercenaries, there were four or five thousand more hoplites in an instant, and the combat effectiveness was further increased.

When the Roman army confronted the Macedonian super-long lance phalanx, it was defeated by this kind of well-defended and impeccable offensive, and finally in the process of the opponent's pursuit, because of the loose formation, the defeat turned into victory, and this time when it met the more powerful Swiss super-long spear phalanx, the Roman army was a little confused.

On the other hand, the French army was a little inferior, although it had 4,000 elite soldiers trained by Joan of Arc herself.

These were professional troops that cost Philip II a lot of money and were equipped with a full set of chain mail, overcoats, helmets, swords, and shields.

Although these troops were comparable to the hoplites of the Eastern Roman Empire, the remaining thousands of troops were only temporary conscripted peasant soldiers, although under the call of jihad, these conscripted peasants also tried to fight bravely, but it was like a shoemaker who could not repair car tires, how could it feel appropriate to pick up a murderous short spear with the hand of a hoe? Therefore, in addition to the task of being able to play a good role as a humanoid shield and consume the opponent's physical strength, the remaining role is only to wave the flag and shout and add chaos.

The allies were all kinds of unhelpful, and Randy snorted softly, knowing that he would have to rely on himself in the end.

At this moment, the sharpest spearhead of the other party, the Varangian troops, has lost the desire to attack, so the next thing to deal with is the two Germanic barbarian legions.

Randy's main elite hoplites, heavily armed professional Viking warriors, have rushed forward, and the professional Viking warriors in the front row weigh the axes in their hands and throw them at the front row of enemies.

The enemy was also very smart, and the mountain light infantry from the Balkans in the front row also held javelins and threw them.

Another round of flying props were given to each other, and the armies of both sides rushed towards each other.

It's just that the throwing axes destroy the enemy's formation very well, and the enemy's javelins have very limited lethality against well-defended professional Viking warriors, and the Norman army has the upper hand, and in the subsequent battle, the Balkan mountain infantry is also tragic in the battle against the Norman heavy infantry.

The combination of scimitars and shields of the mountain people is difficult to effectively damage professional Viking warriors wearing heavy chain mail.

In a crushing posture, Randy's hoplites completely gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the Eastern Roman Germanic barbarian legions, becoming the first army to overwhelm the opponent in the coalition army.

For geographical reasons, in fact, these barbarian mercenaries in the Balkans constituted the majority of the Germanic legions, and the rest were a small number of tomahawk-wielding soldiers recruited from Rus', and Seljuk soldiers with maces and axes recruited from the pagans of the faith* religion, which could inflict a little damage on the Normans, but only a little.

The war is now going in Randy's favor!

Sure enough, is it the way to use elite hoplites to defeat the weak with the strong? No, it's not that simple, seeing that his barbarian mercenaries suffered heavy losses against the enemy's main army, Narcisse snorted coldly and performed his stunt.

Barbarian Commander Mastery!

The entire attribute of the 20,000 barbarian army increased, and the scale of war was instantly brought back to the middle.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the battle situation had entered a stalemate again, Randy couldn't help but snort lightly, and asked without looking back, "Have the heavy cavalry rested?" ”

"If His Majesty gives the order, the cavalry is willing to charge again!"

"Well, then wait a little longer!"

At the same time, the Eastern Roman commander Narcisse also asked: "Lancers, can the lancers go to war?" ”

"I'm afraid not, general, the physical strength of the lancers has been exhausted in the previous battle, and it may take several hours to form combat effectiveness here, but ......"

"What is it?"

"It's those barbarian mercenaries, because they don't wear armor, so their physical strength recovers quickly, if the general ......"

"How can I entrust such a task to a group of barbarians? Let that group of lancers listen well, half an hour, I will only give them half an hour to rest, and then they must return to the battlefield, who does not want to be hanged on the charge of treason, do you hear? ”

The herald was half dead by the distorted face of Narciss, and ran away as if fleeing for his life......

Randy's two wings, the King of France and the Duke of Burgundy, the two did not seem to want to stalemate any longer, and the two sides successively performed their own stunts, decisive charges and French fox hunts, the Swiss gun array offensive was in full swing, and the French army also stabilized the front, and the situation further developed in the favorable direction of the coalition forces.

"Order the hussars, attack that gap!"

Randy, who scans around with a telescope, finally notices an obvious flaw in the other party.

In the previous battle, the Varangians had shrunk their formation, leaving a gap between a Germanic legion and another Roman legion.

As time went on, the Roman legions and Germanic legions were attrition in battle, and in order to further maintain their formation, the air became bigger and bigger, which was what Randy wanted to see the most of all.

Five hundred professional hussars and five hundred Finnish light cavalry launched a fierce attack on that gap, although the impact of the light cavalry was much smaller than that of the heavy cavalry, but the professional hussars and Finnish light cavalry, these are all barbarians who dare to play with their lives, and the impact force maintained in the integrated formation maintained in the gallop with all their strength is still considerable.

The gap was further widened after several consecutive charges in the band charge method, and at the same time, Randy's two professional Viking warriors with a team of 1,000 men also cut into the gap, intending to further divide and surround the enemy.

Under such circumstances, the Eastern Roman soldiers in some parts of the battlefield were shaken, and their morale began to decline.

"Damn! Plug that gap! Narcis soon discovered the flaw, and immediately ordered the 1st Brigade of the 19th Legion, 2,500 hoplites, and the 3rd Brigade of the 18th Army, which was under attack, to send in 2,500 hoplites to plug the gap.

"Send two more thousand men over, and let the longbowmen concentrate and attack that place."

Seeing that his army was about to make a contribution, Randy was filled with a group of hoplites on the other side to block his attack, so he immediately decided to throw in two thousand soldiers and ordered longbowmen to focus on attacking the area.

"What? This kind of wind direction, this kind of climate, don't give such almost impossible orders, okay? Robin Hood, who was the commander of the Longbowmen, almost fainted after hearing the order, and just wanted to run to Randy and complain loudly.

Gap in the front line......

The reserves of both sides fought fiercely, because they were too fast to maintain their previous formation, and they were attacked by a round of Norman axes as they approached, so the Eastern Roman hoplites were in a bitter battle at the beginning.

At the same time, on Randy's left flank, the 1st Legion of the Eastern Roman Legion collapsed due to continuous blows and the fierce attacks of the Swiss, and their 3rd Brigade turned to fill the gap, so that the 18th Legion was left with only the 2nd Brigade, but 2,500 hoplites were fighting, so that as long as the Burgundians broke through this phalanx, they could completely defeat the Eastern Roman line.

"Attack! Offensive! Soldiers, the first credit for this holy war is ours, as long as we break through an array of opponents, we can achieve victory, give me an attack, think about how rich those Greeks are, defeat them, take everything from them, and each of you can become a rich man. ”

With such encouragement from Duke Charles, the Swiss were in high spirits and attacked fiercely.

The spears were like a forest, the guns were like a mountain, and the second brigade of hoplites instantly fell into a bitter battle again.

"The 2nd Brigade of the 19th Army Corps went to the rescue,"

Seeing that the situation did not improve, but developed in a worse direction, Narsis could only put another brigade of reserves into it, so that he only had the third brigade of the Nineteenth Army Corps left, a reserve of 2,500 men, even if the other legions could still draw some troops, it would only be to tear down the east wall and make up for the west wall, and the final result would inevitably be like the Eighteenth Army Corps, because the excessive transfer of troops led to a weak front, so that the enemy had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Damn it!"

Narcisse almost gritted his teeth: "What about the lancers? If they don't go to war, it's over, but before that, I'm going to cut them all. ”

Eventually, under the strict orders of Narciss, more than 1,500 Eastern Roman cavalry were regrouped and divided into three parts according to Narciss's orders.

Some of them charged towards the gap in the middle, some of them bypassed the main battlefield and charged at Bologna and Venice at the very edge of the right flank, and some of them charged towards the French army on the right flank of the coalition army.

Although in terms of physical strength, the Eastern Roman lancers have not actually completely rested, these Narcisses angrily called the spear masters, they are also pampered noble children on weekdays, and their physical strength is indeed quite bad.

Generally, after going to the battlefield, they only fight for half an hour, and after a charge, they go back to the camp to sleep.

The commanders of each legion were quite helpless about this matter, but they didn't want to offend the children of the nobles too much, so they just turned a blind eye.

But this will cause Narsis to burn his eyebrows, so he can no longer care so much, under the butcher's knife of the overseer, the second generation of the rich second generation of the lancers dare not speak, so he has to get on his horse again, muttering something revenge.

"What?"

The opponent's heavy cavalry actually finished resting one step ahead of his own, and Randy was a little surprised, so he had to let the heavy cavalry and knights return to the battlefield, but in the end it was still a step too late.

The Bolognese and Venetian armies, which had Italian heavy cavalry, barely resisted the charge of the Eastern Roman lancers, and in the gap between the two sides, the infantry on both sides was densely packed, and there was no room for cavalry to charge.

The key is still the French army......

The French army is not as strong as several other countries in terms of quantity, equipment, and training, and the six thousand heavily armed spearmen under the command of Philip II are just barely qualified warriors in Randy's eyes, not elite at all, and they were able to draw in the battle with Eastern Rome before, thanks to the fox hunting skills of King Philip II of France, the attack frequency, movement speed and morale of the French soldiers increased, which was comparable to the opponent's hand.

But at this time, the Eastern Roman five hundred lancers joined the battlefield, Philip II was even more unable to hold on, those temporarily conscripted peasant soldiers were stunned and overwhelmed in the face of the cavalry charge, and they couldn't even do decent resistance, Philip II finally assembled the array, and suddenly became chaotic, after the cavalry really charged, those peasants only resisted for a few seconds, and then dropped their weapons and shouted: "The Virgin Mary ......"

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