However, things did not go as Narsis had imagined. Of course, that's actually a little bit incorrect. To be precise, things didn't turn out the way Narcisse had hoped—he had already expected that Harold, the sinister and cunning leader of the Varangian mercenaries, would not be impressed by this "little money".

"Phew, let that bastard grab the gold and go to the grave by himself, of course, I don't mind making a cameo appearance as a tomb robber after this - 100,000 gold coins want to buy us for our lives? Charge again? Charge again, I don't know if my men can have a third left" Harold spat at the herald's face, and at the same time ordered his subordinates without hesitation: "Be vigilant, I see that in a while we will be defeated." Ready to retreat"

"That damned barbarian, that rude man, I will tell His Majesty the King to cut off his head," Narcisse waited anxiously for a long time. In the end, I got such a reply. Because he was angry with Harold, the herald added a lot of "seasoning" to Harold's words, which were not very good. So Narcisse was also angry to death. After that, he sprayed the herald with a foaming star on his face.

So, being a herald is not good for this. The Middle Ages, on the other hand, did not pay as much attention to oral hygiene as it does now. Therefore, after a long period of fermentation in the mouth, the spitting star often does not taste very good. Heralds often suffer from bad breath that is worse than the smell of the toilet. And even in the midst of unofficial investigations. The heralds' fear of such chemical and biological weapons. It is also necessary to defeat the ubiquitous enemy army, cavalry, stray arrows and other things that can kill people. Because they can find a way to dodge those things. And the boss's foaming star can't do it.

And so, after Harold refused to continue the charge, and even started to fight in the wind. The Catholic coalition is on the offensive. The Norman heavy cavalry on both flanks continued to charge, crushing the heavy infantry arrays of one battalion on each flank. Egil, on the other hand, threw all the last bit of reserve into that gap. I saw that the gap was getting bigger and bigger. The formation of the Eastern Roman army was also torn apart little by little. Narcis gritted his teeth and led the last battalion of the Nineteenth Army to the front, which was able to block the next attack of the Normans.

"One last point - damn it. Egil was also excited at this moment. Seriously, this is also the first time he has commanded a campaign of nearly 100,000 troops - although he can only directly command 40,000 troops. But the pressure is still high. And the belief in victory is also extremely strong. At this moment, seeing the enemy line retreating, the heavy infantry phalanx was torn apart, and then it was divided and surrounded by the swarming, fanatical coalition soldiers, one by one killed, dismembered, and chopped into meat sauce. Even the toughest Eastern Roman soldiers lost faith in victory - but.

It hasn't collapsed yet, it's still resisting. If this continues. Even if you can win, you will pay a much heavier price, that is......

Egil suddenly realized that he was the most critical, the last reserve.

But wait a little longer.

Egil pulled out his pocket watch.

It's afternoon... Hours. In another half hour, the opposing barbarian commander's mastery of the stunt will lose its effect. The two Germanic legions would then fall into even greater faltering. After that, it's the final blow

At this moment, Narcisse has already entered the front line of battle, and the combination of the small round shield and the long sword in his hand is quite threatening to use, and the speed of his moves is extremely fast. Often, before the opponent could react, the weak part of the throat had already been pierced - that thin layer of chain mail could not stop Narsis from thrusting with all his might. Seeing one enemy after another clutching his throat and falling weakly, Narcisse finally found a little confidence. At the same time, the fear of defeat was temporarily suppressed by the thrill of killing. ...,

However, it was only for a short time.

At this moment, the coalition forces have begun a full-scale offensive. Even the Papal States army, which wants to preserve its strength the most, is trying its best to get the most credit for increasing its prestige at this moment. It is good to strive for a greater voice in the future coalition forces. And after the end of the war against the Orthodox heresy, it was able to occupy a dominant position in the future European affairs.

Presumably, most of the leaders of other countries think so.

But the resistance of the Eastern Roman army was indeed very, very, very fierce. Even if you want to take a step forward, you have to pay a significant, almost unacceptable price. The soldiers went forward to attack one after another, and their heads were broken in front of the phalanx of Eastern Roman heavy infantry.

On the battlefield, there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. The battle flag fluttered, shouting to kill the heavens. The brave are dazzled.

It's just that it's time to end.

It's time for such a long day to end.

Egir suddenly felt lighter. Although in these thirty minutes of waiting, it seemed as long as thirty years had passed. But it's over.

The time for the Barbarian Commander's mastery of skills has passed. In total, the morale of more than 14,000 barbarian mercenaries dropped by two levels in an instant. At the same time, the Norman army against them was also significantly easier. The speed of advancement has been much faster.

"It's now. ”×2

Egil and Harold, who were also counting the time, said these words, and the screams of Hades swept through the battlefield, like the arrival of the Dreadlord, and the morale of the entire Eastern Roman army plummeted, and it was only one step away from collapse

"Come with me," Egil shouted, running down from the watchtower. Riding his horse and rushing to the battlefield. Behind him, the knights of the Guard, who were well-armored and good-armoured, were silent and followed closely. The king of his own family. At the same time, the captain of the Death Knight, riding a black steed, and the Norman Archbishop Peter, who was heavily armed and hung with a skull, a Norman essay, a chant written on silk in the Norman script, and a shawl of the resurrection scroll of Jesus Christ, followed closely beside Egil. Egil's brutality rating of up to seventeen points affected the Roman soldiers at the front of the array.

Small-scale routs began. Seeing this, Narsis also knew that defeat was about to happen. The sharp voice of the eunuch that was originally hidden as much as possible finally couldn't be taken care of this time. He shouted in a tone that was many decibels higher than normal: "Don't run, don't run, all those who run away will be hanged for treason" and turned around and roared: "Kill the cowards who ran away, kill them"

With Narciss' order given, the Eastern Roman soldiers, who were still able to resist through gritted teeth, with cruelty, blame, anger and hatred, aimed their weapons at their former robes. After that, the killer was killed.

The Eastern Roman army was further disorganized. Of course, Narsis's iron-blooded methods were not without effect. In the midst of coercion, fear and the roar of madness. The tendency to flee was suppressed. The soldiers who originally wanted to flee were afraid of being killed by their comrades, so they could only muster up the last bit of courage and stay on the battlefield.

However, Narcisse had not had time to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead. Something else happened that made him completely hopeless.

"Retreat, retreat," and at the same time, Harold, who knew it was time to retreat, ordered. Immediately after that, the Varangian mercenaries abandoned their opponents, and while rudely pushing away the Roman soldiers of the other legions behind them, they fled in the direction of the outer city of Naples. With the collapse of the Varangian mercenaries in the middle of the battlefield, there was no way to stop the chain reaction that had been brought about - the collapse of the entire Eastern Roman army. And Harold, of course, didn't want to take the blame for the failure entirely on himself. Seeing that his eyes rolled, he thought of an idea again. ...,

"Narciss, we won't sell him for his life, Narcisse is a traitor," Harold shouted, and then glanced at the Varangian mercenaries who had fled with him.

"Shout you too," Harold laughed, "The responsibility for the defeat lies with Narsis, a mediocre man, who is not worthy of being the commander of this 100,000-strong army - shout to you"

"Narcisse is a traitor" After being stunned for two seconds, the Varangian mercenaries shouted as they followed the words of their leader.

After hearing this, the Eastern Roman soldiers, who were already dissatisfied with the iron hand of Narciss, hastened the collapse of the fleeing Eastern Roman army even faster.

"It's over...... Harold, you bastard, I swear I'm going to kill you despicable villain," Narsis shouted in the direction of the Varangians, his face flushed. At the same time, he brandished his long sword and killed two routers who happened to pass by: "Don't run, for the glory of Rome, for the sake of Emperor Basil, I order you to continue to fight, continue to fight."

Narcissus couldn't hold back, and burst into tears. The guards around him glanced at each other, and knowing that it was time for them to play, they immediately stepped forward, grabbed Narsis's arms, and dragged him into flight.

Narciss, whose arms were restrained and astonished, turned his face to the silent guards and shouted, "What are you going to do? Are you going to rebel too?Let me go, let me go, I'm going to fight to the death with the Normans, I'm going to cut off the heads of all of you, my God...... Why did you treat me like this?Kill me—let me die, let me die, God......" Narsis kicked and beaten, crying and shouting, and was led away by his own men............ ，