That's how the war happened. It was February 8, 1006. When Egil took the mirror and looked left and right, and sighed that in the new year, he was still so handsome, his complexion was still so white, and the bridge of his nose was still so straight - the war had happened.

At that time, it was the Hungarian rangers under the command of King Attila of Hungary who were the vanguard of the so-called Muslim jihadist army. These small quantities are equipped with chain mail, light chain mail. Most of them are equipped with leather armor. Wear a mink tail hat or felt hat. The scimitar-wielded, compound-bow cavalrymen did not receive the same professional training as the Norman hussars. But it's still not to be underestimated. As the traditional cavalry and archery peoples, the Huns and Magyars, under the command of the world's famous general Attila, are holding the gods to block and kill the gods, and the Buddhas to block and kill the Buddhas. There were few decent obstacles.

And for this kind of work, Attila likes it. Because it was very easy and pleasant, and the enemy was all fleshy and the mission was completed, he probably didn't have to participate in the most tragic siege battles. In this way, your strength can be preserved to the greatest extent...... After experiencing the tragedy of destroying the country, Attila was extremely careful, and was very stingy with any of his belongings, as big as a Hungarian, as small as those altars and jars. Such a task was very much to his liking.

In addition, after some fighting, the number of troops under Attila's command not only did not lose, but increased a lot. Some of the Hungarians who had come on their own initiative, as well as the natives who had converted to Catholicism in the Holy Land, joined his army, keeping his army at between 5,200 and 5,300 men. There has also been no change in terms of actual combat power.

"In this way, you can get through this war. As for frontal combat and siege warfare and the like. Let's leave it to the soldiers of other countries to do it. Attila thought as he pulled his bowstring and shot down an Arab cavalry fleeing in front of him. Then he burst out laughing—he hadn't done such a fun hunt for a long time. It's really nostalgic.

In this way, in the excitement of extreme killing, hundreds of Hungarian cavalry under Attila ran to the forefront. Soon, they soon arrived at the Gobi Desert where Zhaohaier's 50,000 troops were deployed.

"Bows and arrows. On the higher sand dunes, seeing a group of Franks riding their horses, Zhao Haier gave the order with a blank face—and then, as the Arab general gave the order, a large number of thousands of archers who had hidden themselves against the ground jumped up violently, drew their bows and arrows, and a rain of arrows shot towards Attila's position.

"Not good, ambush!" Attila deserves to be battle-hardened. As the Arabs jumped up, they sensed something was wrong. After shouting, he turned around and ran. At the same time, an overwhelming array of bows and arrows were fired. In a terrible howl, the Hungarian cavalry around Attila fell to the ground one by one. Attila swung her scimitar desperately to remove the arrows, raised her Eastern European-style teardrop-shaped shield to protect the vital points, and urged her horse to run desperately.

However, the Arab archers did not want to let him go so easily. At this moment, a group of cavalry around Attila fell to the ground. It also reveals that Attila is different. General Zhaohaier's eyes were sharp, and he could see at a glance that Attila was a high-ranking nobleman. He immediately ordered, "Attack that fellow! That fellow is the commander of the infidels!"

So, with Zhao Haier's order, most of the second round of bows and arrows shot at Attila. Despite Attila's skill. But after all, it's a man in his sixties. Although he tried his best to dodge, he was still hit by an arrow in the shoulder. And the war horse under the crotch fell to the ground with a wail--Attila ignored the sharp pain in his shoulder, and dodged the bow and arrow with a roll. Then he continued to run for his life - and then he was hit by an arrow in the back of his knee and fell to the ground.

"Damn, are you going to die here today?!" thought Attila angrily. However, the old thing was still unwilling, and immediately got up again, and limped on.

"Your Majesty, get on your horse!" and several other Hungarian horsemen, aware of their king's predicament, came running at once, and one of them jumped off his horse and shouted at Attila. ...,

"Thank you—" Attila knew that this was the time to be humble, and thanked him, and then got back on his horse with the help of the others. Finally escaped his life......

Two hours later, Egil was inside his tent.

"Well, it's true, even though I'm a year older, I still haven't changed. And the people around me are the same. Maria still looks so loli, and the elasticity of her little butt is still so good. People can't help but want to pinch two more. And Sonia is still so flat, she can hook her neck with her legs, in addition to good flexibility, the absence of obstacles in her chest is also an element......"

Just as Egir was commenting on his confidential secretary and bodyguard, a grim-faced knight of the Guard walked in. He put his ear to Egil and told him what had happened.

"Why—is Attila dead?!" Egir was startled at the news, and then asked.

"Not dead. The injuries were severe, though. It looks like he won't be able to participate in battles for a while now. The Knight of the Guard replied.

"It's good that you're not dead. Egil breathed a sigh of relief - a stable, pro-Norman Hungarian government was necessary to maintain stability and security on the southern frontiers of the Norman Empire. Attila's presence could have further persecuted the Eastern Roman Empire from direct contact with the Normans. It also made it possible to isolate Norman from South Germany, which was now bound to become chaotic because of Albert's death. This is a shield, but Egil is very fond of it. If it just breaks down casually, it won't work. Of course, this is not to say that Attila must die, but rather that Attila must not die until the Mongol catastrophe Envisioned by Egil has passed (or never happened).

"So, let's start getting into a state of combat readiness, the number of troops on the other side, the configuration of troops, and who the commander is. I will see this information by tomorrow morning.

"Understood, master. Hearing Egil's order, Sonia nodded and walked out. Immediately afterwards, Egil asked, "Now, which is the front unit?"

"It was the troops of Duke Lucived of Hesse, and in addition to that, there were about 20,000 Norman professional troops, and about 10,000 Eastern European conscripts and an unknown number of spontaneously organized crusaders. Beside Egil, Maria replied - the little girl, who didn't know whether to be classified as smart or idiot, had recently become accustomed to working and "playing" around Egil. And Maria, who has an excellent memory, is quite qualified as a humanoid notepad or something.

"Quantitatively ...... It's a little bit lacking. Egil muttered to himself, "But would it be appropriate to send more troops up...... That's right. Egil snapped his fingers, then shouted outside the tent, "Ask the captain of the musketeer guard, Basumi, to come over, I have something to look for her." ”

Hearing Egil's order, the little pouting mouth of Maria next to him could hang the oil bottle. Although the IQ is worrying. But the ability to be jealous seems to be a woman's instinct. Maria disliked the presence of more women around Egil - she couldn't help it, but there were ways to express her displeasure.

"Really, what are you angry about. Seeing Maria pouting and turning her back to herself, Egil chuckled and stood up, hugged her from behind, then licked her earlobe, and said, "You little fool. ”

"People are not fools—" Mary argued, struggling to break free from Egil's arms. But in the end, Egil made his waist paralyzed, and his eyes fell into his arms. And seeing Maria's lovely appearance, Egil was also a little nervous. If it weren't for the fact that Asami was shouting outside at this time: "Captain of the musketeers, Asami, is ordered to come." Egir was about to turn into a wolf and knock down the little nun here.

"Come in. As Asami's voice fell, Egil immediately put Maria down and got dressed and sat back in her seat. And Maria, a little lost, also stood next to Egil again.

"Then, the subordinate came in. As he said this, he lifted the curtain of the tent. Dressed in a yellow white shirt, wrapped in a patterned leather belt, a yellow skirt, black and white striped stockings and leather boots, and a black beret with an ermine tail on his head, the captain of the musketeers walked in and saluted Egil, and the two large tremors on his chest also beat up and down with her movements.

"That's right, Captain Asami. Egil propped his hands on his desk to block the throbbing Adam's apple from swallowing, and then said, "How is your army doing now? Can you fight?"

"Although the weather made the soldiers uncomfortable - but admittedly, such a dry place was perfect for gunpowder weapons to exert their power. Asami replied.

"Very good, very good - then your mission is here, Captain Asami. Egil said, "I want you to move all the forces under your command to the front in one day's time. And adjust to the best - tomorrow at noon. I'm going to start a campaign. When the time comes, I ask you to provide the firepower to support my troops to the best of your ability. ”