"My lord. This surprise attack must be remembered to the point. We only have three hundred light cavalry. And the physical strength is not very abundant. If you're not careful, you'll be destroyed by the other party. ”

Although he reluctantly agreed to Egil's plan, Alpha continued to babble and babble along the way...... It's like a verbose menopausal aunt who is there talking and talking over and over again. It annoys Egil. Nearly punched the guy in the white face.

Of course, I finally held back. After all, this guy is a loyal minister, and this advice is also for his own safety.

"Otherwise, how about you go back and let your subordinates lead the team?" finally Alpha made an inch-inch.

"Absolutely not!"

Kidding, without Egil's Desperate Hour stunt, this raid wouldn't have made any strategic sense other than harassing the enemy a little.

Alpha had no choice but to tell the knights of the guards around him to take more care of Egil.

Nearly half an hour later, the hussars could already see a large number of flickering fires in the distance. Egil knew that it was the Eastern Roman army that had lit torches and was returning to his camp. So he ordered the soldiers to extinguish their torches. Quietly staying close, Egil looked carefully for a long time, but still could not find the banner of King Basil II. I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

"It seems that if you want to rush over, it is impossible to capture the flag. Egil sighed inwardly, but vaguely relieved. Because that first plan was too risky. Egil himself didn't think about whether he should do it or not. The fact that the Emperor's banner could not be found at this moment was just a reason to give Egil a reason.

"Then just find a weak spot and charge. Egir made up his mind, and beckoned the cavalry to get closer, and in the darkness of the night, with the sound of thunderstorms as a cover, the Eastern Roman army was sure that the Normans were no longer able to fight back, so they were defenseless. Unexpectedly, this cavalry touched seventy meters away without knowing it!

Although it's still okay to go any further. However, if the charging distance is not enough, the impact will be greatly reduced. Seeing that the time was right, Egil raised his command knife in his hand and roared with all his might, "Charge!!! followed by the Desperate Hour stunt. Immediately afterward, the three hundred and twenty-four cavalrymen let out a roar that was completely like that of a beast. Muscles tense up throughout the body. With bulging muscles on his face and scarlet eyes, he rushed towards the Eastern Roman army without any sense of fear!

Basil II did not think of it—in fact, the entire Eastern Roman army of more than 100,000 did not think of it. In such adversity, the Normans were able to pull up a cavalry to fight back!

And with the blessing of Egil's new stunt desperate moment, the three hundred or so lightly armed cavalry, along with their war horses, became berserk beasts. A fierce charge was launched towards one of the weak points of the Eastern Roman army.

In such a rainy night, the Eastern Roman army had no idea how many men and horses were coming to raid the other side. I only saw that the lightly armed levies of that brigade collapsed and were killed under the opponent's charge. The light cavalry in a berserk state, coupled with the impact of the war horse, is even inferior to the charge of the minotaur.

In an instant, the Eastern Roman army, which had just been celebrating its victory, was overjoyed and sad. In a state of rage, the soldiers with terrifying powers like man-bears attacked wildly, using all the weapons they could use. Spears, swords, scimitars, broken pieces of armor, stones and even teeth and fists – they could even kill a heavily armed Eastern Roman soldier with their fists!

"Strange, monster!!"

The Eastern Roman soldiers shouted in such panic and fear. Some of the cowards began to flee, and of course some of the boldest ones clenched their weapons and fought back against the soldiers.

However, it was completely useless. The speed of the assault of these cavalry was simply too fast. The impact is also terrifying to death. Those crazy horses seemed to think of themselves as rhinoceros, completely ignoring their own identity, rampaging through the crowd, and the cavalry on horseback was also extremely fast, the long sword scimitar in his hand slashed like lightning, and the strength was amazing! Even the heavily armed, heavy scale armor of the Eastern Roman Imperial Foresters, or the Eastern Roman ironclad paladiers, could not stop one of their attacks!

It's incredible! All they hold is swords—not heavy weapons like tomahawks or maces, not magic weapons like Uzi steel knives. But it can have such a terrifying armor-piercing power!

"Damn it!Shoot these monsters!!"

In the midst of the crowd, an Eastern Roman general shouted in such a frustrated manner. And with his shouts, a large number of Trabizon archers armed with compound bows, and other Greek crossbowmen armed with Greek crossbows aimed at the fellows, and then a barrage of arrows came at us!

According to the other party's expectations, these soldiers, who had almost no armor on them, should be the targets of the best bows and arrows. And the truth is very close to what the Greeks guessed. After this array of hundreds of feathered arrows, there were indeed quite a few unlucky Norman cavalrymen with arrows stuck in their bodies - however, as long as the arrows didn't shoot directly through the skull, causing these guys to burst their brains, or hitting their hearts, then these guys could still cut people as hard as they were!

Egil, on the other hand, was a little unlucky, and a feathered arrow focused directly on his bare arm. Fortunately, it was not unlucky, and it did not hit a large artery. Egir gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, then bent down and used his horsepower to pull a piece of cloth from a fallen Eastern Roman soldier and hastily bandage himself. After continuing to charge—seeing that there were no more enemy troops in front of him, Egil couldn't help but cheer—it was with these three hundred cavalry that he was stunned to pierce the Eastern Roman army once!

"Alright, now it's time to go back. Egil was ecstatic in his heart, wiped the blood from his face, turned his horse and ordered: "Charge again!!" It's just that the more than 170 cavalrymen are still in a state of rage, but they all act on instinct. With his indomitable momentum and before he went berserk, the last bit of wisdom followed Egil's orders and kept charging. However, he did not listen to orders for a while. Except for the less than a hundred cavalry beside Egil who charged with Egil, the rest, more cavalry fell into the formation. Relying on their own advantages to slaughter. In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared from the other direction.

"Damn, this skill doesn't look that handy. Egir gritted his teeth, and ignored the cavalry, but took - no, it should be said that he followed this group of cavalry that was still able to charge towards the already disorganized array of the Eastern Roman army, and rushed along the same path, during which he was attacked by the enemy several times because of the reduction in numbers. Fortunately, there is no danger. In the end, he successfully broke through, and the half-hour statute of limitations passed. Piercing the enemy line twice, plus the side effects of the moment of death. The hussars around him didn't even have the strength to cheer.

"In total, there are ...... Twenty rides. At a cursory glance, Egil saw that only these few cavalrymen were left with him. And almost everyone was injured. The corners of his mouth grinned, as if he wanted to laugh. However, he soon died of pain because he touched the wound. I wanted to say a few words of inspiration, but I couldn't say them anyway - at this time, the biting chill of the heavy rain finally set in. Egil felt like he was about to freeze to death. Unable to speak, he wanted to go back. He heard the wail of his mount under his crotch, and then fell to his knees, almost throwing Egil out. When Egil looked at it again, the horse that had been with him for several years was already dying......

"Are you tired...... Egil crouched down, closed his eyes on his horse, and hurried back with another horseman. After that, he was helped back to his tent. He lay on the bed and couldn't move. The little nun Mary, who had been waiting for a day, was scared half to death. The knights of the Guard, who were still alive, also gathered for hot water and towels, and asked Maria to wipe Egil's body before covering her with the futon. He withdrew and stayed outside the tent.

"What the hell is going on...... Master?" said Maria, touching Egil's forehead, and finding it as hot as coals. It's like the experience I had when I was wandering. If he hadn't been picked up by the kind palace maid at that time, I'm afraid I would have died......

"Master, don't be fine......" Maria muttered as she sat on the edge of Egil's bed, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. ,

The night went on like this, and the next morning, in the Eastern Roman military camp, Basil II was grim-faced, not at all as if he had just won the battle. That night, the Norman raid was like a slap in the face of the arrogant emperor. After collecting corpses and capturing prisoners of war, the final figure was that the cavalry of the opposing side would never exceed 500 - 500!

- All Greeks can die!!

Although Basil II claimed to exaggerate the number of troops raided by the enemy tenfold. It is said that in the end, 5,000 elite cavalry in full armor attacked their side. But the rumors continued to spread little by little. Especially the lot closest to that assault site. Thousands of people saw it.

"There are only fifty of them at most!Really! If I lie, let God punish me to hell and cut out my tongue!" said some of them, swearing by such a swear.

In short, the Greek army, which had been in high spirits because of the victory during the day, was demoralized slightly because of the last raid. Although some people asked, "If the other side really has such strong cavalry, why not use it in the daytime?" but no one answered his question. In short, the other side has a strong enough cavalry to be a hundred. That's for sure......

"Get a captive alive. I'm going to interrogate him personally. Eventually, Basil II, with a gloomy face in the barracks, and having put a lot of pressure on the Greek generals present, replied.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Greek general in charge of intelligence, Elius, who was also one of the famous generals of the Eastern Romans, breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the camp.

Outside the tent, the rain was still falling non-stop, and there was no intention of stopping at all. After a few words of explanation to the Eastern Roman soldiers outside the tent, Elius quickly returned to the tent, nodded to Basil II, and then sat back in his seat.

After a while, a prisoner of war, whose hair was scattered and whose whole body was wrapped in a coat of arms, was delivered.

"Normans, His Majesty the great Emperor Basil has a few questions for you. Please give me a good answer. Elius said to the man whose entire face was hidden in his hood.

"I'm an aristocrat. And I feel like I've paid my own ransom. The man said in a cold voice, "So, please give me the proper treatment of a nobleman." ”

The voice said this, the corners of the mouth turned up, and it seemed to be a little disdainful. A few Greek generals next to him felt a little annoyed.

"You are now our prisoner! watch your attitude, barbarian!" said one of the generals unceremoniously.

"Hmph. The man snorted disapprerovingly. The disdain is palpable. This completely angered the general.

"Looks like you're going to have to endure a bit of hardship to find out who you are!" the general stood up, and then prepared to walk over.

"Stop! Your Majesty is still here!!!" exclaimed Elius.

“...... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but you see, this barbarian doesn't know anything about politeness. The general quickly turned around, glared at Ellius slightly, and then explained to Basil II.

"Without saying too much, sit down. Basil II said in an unquestioning voice.

The Greek general saw that his emperor had no intention of holding him accountable for his rudeness. Slightly relieved.

"Also, give the Norman nobleman a chair. Immediately afterwards, Basil II commanded. Immediately two Eastern Roman soldiers brought chairs. And the prisoner of war sat down honestly and unceremoniously.

"Well, Your Majesty, I think you can ask me some questions in your capacity. Of course, if it's confidential, I won't say it. The Norman nobleman lifted his hood, revealing a pale face, pale and unkempt hair, and a gloomy expression.

"Very well, then let's start with your name and position. Basil II nodded, then asked.

"Alpha, Captain of the Knights of the Guards of His Majesty Egil of the Norman Kingdom, Viscount. ”

(To be continued.) [