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And the target of Aversa happened to be the plan proposed by Diognis, who did not have the slightest psychological burden to deal with the Norman bandits, and he was willing to slaughter all the Normans in order to repay the blood feud between his father and brother, and the poison that this group of fierce bandits had done to the empire over the years.

In the cold wind, Muzafiadin and two military servants set up a brand-new flagpole with rope hula, and the huge red hand cross sword flag fluttered proudly in the wind, "This kind of flag, as long as there is me Stephen. Gawain. Lusail is here, and the Archangel St. Michael's will forever bless our Dalian team. After saying that, after a full meal, Gawain raised the sword of phosphorus and fire, and reflected it under the military flag, the blue glow and the flame-like banner reflected each other, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Red Hand Brigade, I will leave part of the cavalry to General Tetisius and Franchisco to monitor the enemy who may come from Amalfi in the plains of fifteen hundred thousand miles outside the canyon. And I myself and Theognes, with three hundred light cavalry, and enough weapons and ammunition, broke through to Aversa first, and then the brigade followed my pace. Remember the order of the Grand Duke - not to kill the monks, but to take the sacred weapons of the monastery; Do not kill civilians, but loot warehouses and cellars; He did not commit adultery with women, but he could take away the noblewomen and women of Norman; Don't attack the castle, but you can wreak havoc on the rest of Aversa's buildings. ”

"I do what God wills, and I have no way forward! The spear of St. Mikhail, from the hands of the self. "All the blue-faced Turkopo and Cuman cavalry, as well as the Italian and Albanian armored infantrymen. They all raised their arms and shouted in response.

In the city of Aversa, surrounded by a cold sea and mountains, since the early morning. Shrouded in white mist, pale evergreen forests. As if draped in a veil, a Calabrian light infantryman, standing under a tree and roasting a fire, acted as a scout at the pass, constantly looking at the beautiful fortress that rose over the coastal cliffs, where twenty old knights were guarding. The infantryman wore an iron helmet with a slap hoop, tight armor, and a short spear resting on his shoulder, and watched the fire snooze slightly. About thirty feet away, two other scouts. One was carrying a light crossbow, the other was holding a sword and shield, stepping on the snow on the ground, talking and laughing about the traps hidden in the grass in the distance, not knowing what to gain today.

The mist and snow that poured in from the pass made the spear grin, but soon he leaned back against the tree, slowly raised the spear in his hand, and aimed the tip of the spear at the huge black shadow that appeared faintly on the opposite side. Towards him, getting closer and closer, with the sound of terrible breathing, and the sound of horses' hooves on the snow—there was no doubt that it was a war horse.

"Who is it?" The spearman mustered his courage. Drink asked.

"I'm from Amalfi, and I've come to find out if the Greek enemy has attacked this place, on the orders of the Marquis." White wind and snow in the midst of it. A standard knight dressed with a Norman-style mask helmet. Covered with a scarlet cape and embroidered with a black hawk's smock. Wrapped around the neck of a sealskin, riding a silver Lombard steed of the same color as snow, holding a spear in his hand, speaking a proficient Aui, and slowly pulling his bridle.

"Get out your guide and credentials." The spearman continued to demand.

Hearing the commotion, the two scouts who were farther away approached curiously.

The tip of the halberd swept straight from the bottom up, piercing the Calabrian spearman's jaw, his eyes and nostrils instantly exploded with black-red blood, and his entire body was lifted, and then the knight's hand was raised, and the spearman's body flew upside down for several feet, smashing into the trunk of the tree behind him, and the snow fell in a torrent.

"Shh As soon as the crossbowman raised his crossbow and before he could shoot the arrow, the flat spear and the silver horse turned into a bolt of lightning, and in an instant, the crossbowman's head was pierced with the momentum of thunder, and then his body was carried away by the tip of the spear, and pierced through the body of another tree, and the body was still hanging and swinging on it.

The shieldman stepped back and cried out in breakdown, watching as the knight's horse raised its front hooves and let out a long whistle, and the long sword raised in the other's hand fell

"Aversa, Grand Duke of the Calabrian Military District. Lusail bursts in! ”

"Whoa!" Soon, from the mountain passes and woods, many wolf-like horsemen and infantry rushed out, blowing horns, carrying scimitars, bows and arrows, and battle axes, and in an instant they raged like a storm under the castle of Avelsa.

More than a dozen Calabrian soldiers wailed, fleeing in the field with their backs to the surprise attack of the Red Hand Brigade, and arrows also accurately burrowed into their necks and backs in the mist, and fell to the ground one after another, which was the specialty of the Turkic soldiers, like shooting and hunting in the steppe.

Aversa was located in the castle of high rock by the sea, and there were originally twenty veteran knights with great experience, who came out to meet the battle after learning of the enemy's attack, but at the pass down the mountain, they were shot left and right by dozens of archers who had already been ambushed by Diognes, several knights were wounded and fell from their horses, and the subordinates of the captor laughed and dragged the chain mail chain with the hook of the Amalfi sailors, and the rest did not even dare to ask for their mounts, and ran back to the fortified fortress.

One of the knights covered his face with his hands and dragged him to the "wolves" by a hook, and the Turks surrounded him, pressed him, and with a sharp short blade, pierced his unprotected neck and lower yin, and blood was sprinkled all over the snow, and the knight struggled in pain for a while, and then died miserably.

The rest of the captives, even the Normans, were terrified, they did not expect that the Greeks, who were most despised on a daily basis, would be so ruthless in killing the invincible Norman knights after gaining the upper hand - Gawain had already given the order that the infantry would double the reward for killing the knights.

Then the brave Theognes gave the order, "Don't kill any more, and keep some alive for ransom." Then he lifted the flail and jumped off the rock of his command, allowing the Tekopo mercenaries to seal off the castle. At this time, the whole area of Aversa was occupied and burned, the monks of the monastery were driven away, the villagers who dared to resist were killed on the spot, the Turkic mercenaries galloped back and forth in the snow, and Caesar's private soldiers also used their expertise - searching houses and digging cellars, plundering Norman women and livestock.

By the time a force of Cuman light cavalry quickly captured the dock and the lighthouse, Avelsa's fate was sealed, and almost no one could escape, except for the remnants of the coastal fortress, which had not yet been taken.

Diognis raised the flail and kicked open a large house covered with corrugated and hay in the center of the grounds under the castle, which was a unique Norman building and a Viking-style "hall". Then he rushed in, and an old Norman slave pounced on him with an axe, and was struck by the guard officer, and then with a backhand, the old slave's jaw bone was cracked and fell to the ground.

"Give up resistance!" The captor leaped and stood on the long table of deliberations, and was answered by the cry of a woman. (To be continued......)