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In this way, both sides were secretly wary of each other, and the sentry posts worked in three shifts, constantly watching, and the people on the mountain were afraid that the other party would take advantage of the night to attack and serve them up. The people at the foot of the mountain are afraid that the other party will take advantage of the night to break through and let them work in vain......

In the end, however, neither of these things happened. At the end of the day, the soldiers on both sides were exhausted. After a day, I couldn't bear it. The condition of the coaches on both sides was actually not very good, Lilianu coughed up blood in the middle of the night, feeling that she was afraid that she had fallen into some kind of disease, and escaped from the mirror that she was wearing close to her, and felt self-pity like Egil. And Artoria was hit by two arrows, and if he didn't deal with it, it would be bad. So I asked a well-known gay guy for help. Let him help dig out the arrows behind him, and take the dagger that had been burned in the fire to cut off the carrion. Then burn the wound again......

With a "silk" sound, a puff of green smoke rose up, and a smell of burnt barbecue came out...... The wound is considered to have been treated.

"Will it leave a scar...... Damn it. Artoria muttered as she dug out the arrow in her calf, and then concocted it in the same way. That indifferent look makes people feel as if she has no heart and no lungs and doesn't feel pain. After the rebandaging is complete. Artoria stood up and stretched her legs, feeling less uncomfortable, and finally a little relieved. After that, he put out the fire with a few feet - although it would be a little colder, but in this densely forested place, if a gust of wind blew and led the fire to other plants and trees, it was no joke.

After checking the fire repeatedly and making sure it was completely extinguished, Artoria sighed and ate some more dry food and jerky. Then he said to the circle of soldiers around him: "Don't wake me up unless the enemy kills me." Then she leaned against a large tree and tilted her head, and after a few minutes she heard her even snoring.

"Really...... The heart is wide. A few Norman hussars were relatively speechless, and finally uttered such words that I don't know if they were compliments or derogatories. However, in short, Artoria's attitude also played a role in stabilizing the morale of the military to a certain extent. Everyone saw that Her Royal Highness the Coach and Queen were so not in a hurry, so they had nothing to worry about. Sleep and sleep, so in addition to the guards, all the Norman and Celtic soldiers fell asleep one after another, and for a time there was a shouting on the top of the mountain, occasionally mixed with a few muffled and faint moans of the wounded. It makes this place feel more like a battlefield.

And just like that, the night passed quietly. However, things were not as simple as Artoria had imagined, and a little sleep would have been fine with her physical fitness - perhaps because of an infected wound, or perhaps for some other reason. When she got up in the morning, the Norman queen felt that she had no strength in her body, and when she touched her forehead, it was hot, but her body felt very cold. My head hurts and I feel dizzy. I felt so bad that I barely ate some dry food, but I felt that it was difficult to swallow, and the inside of my throat seemed to be swollen......

"This state...... I thought I was better enough to go into battle and kill the enemy. Artoria snorted softly at self-deprecation. Shaking his head, he cheered up and shouted, "Soldiers, don't let up today!" and then the soldiers responded with a bang. Artoria was relentless, and with the help of a few soldiers, she put her cursed armor on her body. The cursed armor of the plate chain composite armor that originally weighed more than thirty pounds was almost insensitive to the weight of Artoria's body. However, at this moment, Artoria was sick, but she felt that her body was much heavier all of a sudden, and her armor was as heavy as a mountain, almost crushing her......

However, it still has to be held on.

Artoria gritted his teeth, drew the sword of victory and oath and raised it high: "Soldiers, this victory must belong to my generation!"

Having seen Artoria in full armor, what a fierce soldier the morale of the soldiers was instantly high. thinks that if you have such a brave general, the enemy will naturally be no problem, just like a chicken and a dog. But I don't know that this brave general of my own side is mixed with water......

So the soldiers took advantage of the rising sun to collect some stone bullets again to replenish their ammunition - after yesterday's battle, there were still three javelins left, and the archers had only four arrows on average. Most of the ammunition has been used. It looks like I'm going to fight for my life today......

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, the Eastern Romans also hurriedly ate a breakfast. Compared to the Normans and Celtic soldiers trapped in the mountains, these guys ate quite well. There is no fear of a fire, so you can eat a hot bite. The soldiers put together the wild vegetables, rye, and dried meat, and boiled them in a large pot until they were barely counted as a noodle broth. A soldier has a bowl that is not dry or thin. Barely half-full. Later, Lilianu frowned when she heard the soldiers complaining that they were not having enough to eat, and then looked at what was cooking in the pot.

"What's going on?!, you're withholding rations?" asked Lilianu, turning to one of the Roman generals who was now in charge of logistics.

"Withhold your sister! Even if Lao Tzu withdraws it, there is no caravan in this wilderness, who will Lao Tzu sell to?" The Roman general was aggrieved, but he couldn't say that his crown prince was an idiot. So he explained: "That's not the case, Your Royal Highness, I was forced to do this. We now have almost no rear, and there are not many herdsmen in the vicinity, and we have no source of military rations, and if we do not do this, we will not be able to hold on - in fact, even if such a rationing system is introduced, it will only last for about twenty days at most. ”

The last sentence was said by the temporary quartermaster in a voice that only the nearest Lilian slave could hear.

"What--you embezzled the rations!--Nothing did the palace trust you in!" the officer didn't expect, and Lilianu shouted, drawing the eyes of all the soldiers around her—and drew her sword, slashing off the stunned officer's head with a single blow.

"Soldiers, the traitors have been eliminated, and the rations will be borne by the palace itself! The palace will ensure that you will have enough to eat!" Lilianu shouted loudly, assuring the soldiers around her.

"Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" the simple-minded soldiers quickly believed Her Highness the Princess's words and cheered. So Her Royal Highness the princess immediately ordered, took out the military rations that had been rationed three times before, and stewed a sticky noodle porridge for the soldiers to eat. Soon the news spread throughout the barracks, and the morale of the soldiers immediately rose a lot.

Seeing the joyful soldiers, Lilianu smiled at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were cold. She knew she was gambling, putting all her chips on the top of the near-term breakdown and resurrection of Artoria. As long as this strategic goal can be achieved, it will be absolutely no problem for the Normans to take care of her food for a year and a half. And if you can't break through and let the enemy escape, then you can't stay here in Eastern Europe. Hurry back to Constantinople and lie dormant for a while. Anyway, the only one who doesn't die is a daughter like himself. Won't kill yourself anyway.

After Lilianu figured this out, the smile on her face grew brighter and brighter.

In this attack, the Eastern Roman army changed its previous tactics and concentrated the most elite heavy infantry, but they removed their armor and put down their shields and spears, and instead took leather armor, small shields and short swords from the light infantry. Modified into more powerful light infantry. Although some of the hoplites complained that this was not in keeping with the traditions of the Roman Empire - in fact, they complained that it did not look handsome. But Lilianu couldn't take care of it much. Even, if it weren't for the Guards' resolute opposition, she would even want to convert these Guards into such soldiers.

In the end, Her Royal Highness was almost halfway there, and her Praetorian Guard, the soldiers of Roman gladiator background, agreed to her request - but the regular Roman army refused without exception.

But this is nothing, even so, Her Royal Highness still gathered more than four hundred elite light infantry, together with a total of two hundred selected javelinmen, each with four javelins, to form today's offensive sequence.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is already a little impatient to taste the fruits of victory.

In this attack, the Eastern Roman army was still led by javelinmen - a total of more than 100 javelinmen, who began to climb according to yesterday's tactics - and then were shot by the Norman light archers, a small number of them were hit by stones, and a small number of them were lost, and only about 50 actually came up. Then, the Norman hussars learned the lesson of yesterday and, without waiting for the attack, rushed straight forward, and the Eastern Roman javelinmen fought and retreated. Immediately below, another group of javelinmen joined the battle, relying on the terrain to throw javelins. The Norman hussars then continued their advance down the hill and scattered the javelinmen. After that, continue to chase down.

Then, hundreds of the light infantry, which had been put together, met them and engaged in a fierce battle with the Norman hussars. The other two hundred, on both sides of the foothills, crawled upwards along the more difficult hills, with shields on their backs and daggers in their mouths—and then attacked the hussars from both flanks!

"Damn it!"

At such a distance, the bows and arrows on the mountain could not be supported, and the advantage of the terrain was not very obvious, and the opponent was more than three times more numerous than the hussars! The severely trained gladiator slaves were even better than the melee hussars in terms of individual combat! The Norman, Celtic army, and Artorian soldiers were in a difficult situation in an instant!