Victory. A great victory to boast of in front of anyone! A total of 100,000 elite heretics collapsed under the attack of this whole group of believers of God, and more than 30,000 were killed on the spot! More than 30,000 were killed and captured on the way to collapse! In total, the battle of Naples wiped out nearly 70,000 heretics, while its own casualties were less than 15,000. This is truly an unimaginable victory!

After such a victory. The last of the coalition's fears about King Egil were gone. Sure enough, there was no false man under the fame - no, it should be said that Egil's actual command ability, and the elite of the Norman army. It's even more powerful than people think.

So, when Egil returned to the camp, he received the warmest welcome from the allied soldiers, regardless of the nationalities. There are even some guys who have been influenced by the Norman intelligence network. Forgetfully shouted out the title "Messiah!"

And Egil also waved excitedly to the soldiers. And loudly declared: "This is the result of our joint efforts! We will share such great physiology and glory together! At the same time, I will continue to lead you to more and greater victories!"

After that, the cheers became louder. Like thunder. Even let the Neapolitan defenders more than a dozen kilometers away hear. In the midst of such a loud noise. The frightened Eastern Roman defenders trembled, and some even thought that the other side had begun to attack the city despite the darkness. The result was chaos. Even many Eastern Roman soldiers trampled on each other in the chaos and died like this.

Narsis's heart grew heavier when he got the news. I thought about it, but I couldn't think of a way to boost morale. If it goes on like this. Then when the enemy officially attacked the city, the Eastern Roman soldiers probably would not be able to make any decent resistance. Naples will be breached.

"If it really doesn't work, I'll take a boat and push it to Sicily. I'll talk about that at that time. Eventually, Narsis was ready for that.

At the same time, among the large battalions of the coalition forces. The vast majority of the coalition soldiers have returned to their camps. And because of this victory, their lords and kings have become extraordinarily generous. Plus the supply provided by a large number of northern Italian merchants who had come with the army. All the soldiers of the coalition were provided with a large amount of food that was considered abundant in its time - even a bit extravagant.

Vasks of spirits. Chunks of bacon. There are also large pieces of buckwheat bread. and all kinds of other game, smoked sausages and so on and so forth. The soldiers laughed and drank heartily. Eat and munch. Some bards, and jugglers, many of them gypsies, or bohemians (not related to the Duchy of Bohemia).

They were blowing, dancing, singing, and holding so-called crystal balls and pretending to be tricks of fortune telling. There were also gypsy girls who, as prostitutes, were taken to secluded corners by one or more soldiers to wheel rice. Some of the soldiers with bad personalities also pulled out the prisoners of war they had captured. Verbal abuse, beatings, wanton humiliation. The other rude soldiers laughed on the sidelines. The entire coalition army took on a morbid, abnormal hilarity.

The nobles and knights were treated better. Better wine, meat, and beautiful women taken from around here. Some of the nobles who drank too much went into drunken mania and fought with bottles. And the companions who also drank too much next to them did not stop them. Just let their screeps quietly steal the long swords of the brawlers. So that they don't get killed.

"Such a sinful karma...... God, please forgive these people. "Sister Joan of Arc, who was in the limelight during the day's fighting, could no longer stand it. But with her status, even persuasion will probably not work. As long as you hide in your tent and pray, don't go out, out of sight and out of mind.

"Does such an army really represent the divine God? Or will God also give protection to such an army? Or God Himself, what am I thinking? ”

Although only a little. But after seeing such a scene, Joan of Arc's heart inevitably wavered in his faith in God......

At the same time, unlike the civilian soldiers, and the nobles in general, the commanders of the coalition forces stayed in the largest, most luxurious tents, enjoying the best treatment, the best wine, and the best food. A large number of candles made of beeswax were carefully placed by the servants on top of the huge candlesticks made of gold, and the tent was illuminated as if it were daytime. Although it is said that this can easily cause accidents such as fires. But it seems that everyone present doesn't care about that.

Egil is the commander-in-chief of the coalition. Nature is hugely sought after. Both the clergy and the nobles rushed to pat his ass. Compare him to Alexander the Great and Charlemagne. To say that he was wiser than Solomon, that he was more favored by God than Moses, and so on, and even slightly blasphemous.

Egil was also toasted the most. A variety of delicious wines, mead, were served in gem-encrusted, beautifully carved golden glasses, and passed through the hands of the nobles to Egil. Whenever Egil drank a glass of such wine, the crowd erupted in a series of cheers - he was the protagonist! he was the star of the day! he was the most conspicuous presence in the whole of Catholicism today, although the other monarchs were also sought after to varying degrees. But for their highest evaluation, they will add a sentence intentionally or unintentionally: second only to His Majesty Egil.

In other words, Egil is irreplaceable, unique, powerful and remarkable.

Egil was equally excited—not entirely because of the flattery of these men. Look at the knights of the Guards beside him. The commander of those thousand-man squads. The squadron leaders of the Royal Knights—these real, Egir's henchmen and descendants had never uttered such flattering and disgusting words. For they knew that they themselves could share in the glory that Egil had.

Egil was really excited for two reasons: first, the legendary Eastern Romans were actually just that. If the previous battle took place on the outskirts of Bologna, it was because the opponent was light on the enemy, coupled with the numerical superiority of his own army, and the fact that all the professional troops under the command of Egil participated in the battle. That's why you can win. Then this battle fully proves that there is nothing remarkable about the Roman army. Even a coalition of troops from several countries, who do not even have a unified language, can defeat them completely.

Well, Egil was completely ignored at this point, and there were a large number of heroes with special skills in the coalition. King Philip of France, Charles of Burgundy, Joan of Arc and himself. That adds up to four stunts. And the other Narsis has only one.

Of course, as long as you can win. Don't worry about the rest.

The next day, Egil drank a lot of alcohol. But it's all very low alcohol wines and meads. Therefore, the time of wakefulness is about the same as usual. The quality of life on the march was much worse. There is no girl in a gothic loli maid costume to help Egil get familiar with the dress. It took Egil more than an hour to barely make himself human. Then I heard the herald report that the Greeks had sent messengers.

When Egil arrived at the tent and sat down, and waited for a while, the other lords who didn't seem to have slept well were late. Egil then called the messenger over, and when he asked, the messenger meant this:

It is hoped that there will be a temporary truce to allow both sides to gather the corpses on the battlefield. Egil thought for a moment and agreed. It's not that he hurts the Greeks. It's because if those corpses are left there and stink, it's easy to break out of the plague or something—and the medical system is backward to death in this year. Plague is almost always a dead end. It can even be said that plague and war go hand in hand like brothers.

When Egil was fighting in the north, he had the cold weather and the help of the Timberwolves. Egil still doesn't care too much about these things. But in Italy, with its warm Mediterranean climate, it is impossible not to ignore these. In fact, even if the Greeks themselves did not bring up such a thing, Egil would have sent someone to clean up the battlefield.

After Egil agreed to the conditions of the Greeks, the Greek envoy was visibly relieved, and then wanted to say a few words to save a little face. However, looking at Egil with a smile on his face. The cool words were swallowed back into his stomach. Silently bowed to Egil again and hurried away.

"A delaying tactic?"

After the messenger left, Philip II, who was sitting on the chair next to Egil, frowned, and then asked.

"It's a delaying tactic, but it's not those guys' thing. Egil chuckled. After a look, several of the knights of the guard behind him immediately stepped out of the tent, vigilant to look around.

"Guys, please take a look at this. Egil pulled out a papyrus letter from his bosom. Philip II took it and saw that it was written in Danish. I couldn't help frowning, and gave it back to Egil. After that, he asked directly, "What is written on it?"

"It's a secret letter from Harold, the leader of the Varangian mercenaries. The content was to surrender to us, and to open the east gate on the night of three days, and let the coalition forces into the city. Egil said......

(To be continued.) [