(2nd Update)

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"Eighty percent or so of the cavalry have been gathered, and there is still a little left, perhaps they have been lost on the battlefield, and there are some knights who do not seem to want to obey orders. The Knight of the Guard replied.

"Damn! I'm going to slaughter all these bastards when I get back!" Egir cursed as he ordered, "Leave them alone!"

A total of more than 2,400 hoplites formed four arrays, each with only one row, and 600 hoplites rushed straight towards the right flank of the battlefield, the enemy's weak flank.

At this moment, on the nameless heights on the left flank, two regular Eastern Roman legions, which had been burned by the smoke and fire, also came down and cooperated with the Eastern Roman lancers to besiege and kill the Hungarian rangers. The Hungarian Rangers, even in their rage, could do nothing. After barely fighting for a while, he retreated, restocking with his bow and arrows, intending to use the rangers' archery tactics to deal with the enemy.

However, the archers of the Eastern Roman Trabizons came in again, and in a defensive formation composed of heavily armed shield spears and archers equipped with powerful compound bows, the light archers could not match the long-range bows, melee combat, charges, and guerrillas. The form is very awkward.

In this way, thousands of Eastern Roman lancers also let go of their hands and rushed to the left flank to support the Vadariel archers, who had completely fallen to the upper hand.

The whole battle situation was once again plunged into a brutal, tragic calm. Both sides have invested tens of thousands of troops on the battlefield. And they still have a large number of reserves, thousands of them. If nothing happens, then the battle looks set to end in a draw.

However, the commanders on both sides were not satisfied with the situation.

A draw can be seen as a win-win or a win-win. Of course, it can also be seen that Chengdu is the loser.

Both the Norman kings and the Eastern Roman emperors were extremely arrogant. Neither of them wanted to accept such an outcome.

"So...... Minotaurs United. Tell the Minotaur to take all his horses with him -- attack the right flank, attack the Franks!" Basil II roared, "Tell that bastard not to complain! If he can help me to fulfill my wishes, I will reward him with anything! Not a thousand, even ten thousand, even a hundred thousand children! I will only want them to attack !!"

When the heralds around the emperor heard such a blasphemous and terrifying order, they trembled with fright and could not move. However, the Emperor's fanatical, angry, Satanic expression made him die in an instant.

"Go, or I'll hand you over to the minotaurs!!!"

His Majesty the Emperor drew his sword and roared at the poor herald.

So the herald ran away.

On the flanks, the Norman hoplites once again showed great striking power - these well-armoured, powerful hoplites could crush a large group of Eastern Roman heavy infantry with a single charge - although Basil II had already seen the Norman cavalry assemble and had deployed a sufficient number of regular troops to form a defensive, tight phalanx of Eastern Roman shield spear hoplites. But it was completely useless. The first array of Norman heavy cavalry quickly turned around after breaking a phalanx. Immediately after that, the second array was spread out, and the second array, which had not yet had time to be prepared, was destroyed without any suspense. This was followed by the third array......

In this way, less than 3,000 hoplites, before a single wave charge could be completed, completely crushed an Eastern Roman heavy infantry phalanx! Basil II was stunned at this sight - and this cavalry array, which was constantly spinning like a waterwheel and shocking, still had room to spare after completing a charge. Rushed straight towards another phalanx!

"Damn, when did these barbarians have such strong heavy cavalry?!" Basil II asked in surprise the same question as the Eastern Roman general in his first battle with the Norman army.

"Moreover, this way they fight...... Very novel. And it's very effective. That kind of flag...... That's right, the slightly ridiculous flag of the white dove. It's the Normans, yes. It seems that they were able to rise to prominence in a very short period of time and become one of the most powerful nations among the barbarians, and it is not for nothing...... But ......",

Basil II looked more closely, and he found the clue: "Almost one-fifth of these cavalry can hardly keep up with this tactic. Judging by their attire, it is not the blue overcoat of the Norman cavalry, that is, these guys should be those so-called knights, or mercenary cavalry...... If that's the case, then it's fine......"

After a little observation, Basil II quickly came to the conclusion that his hoplites were not enough to withstand the continuous charges. Only with cavalry against cavalry, this will work. He left three wings of guards cavalry in advance, as well as a small number of Latin cavalry and ironclad paladon cavalry, originally wanting to leave a final word when the balance of battle turned to his side, completely disintegrating the opponent's fighting spirit. But now it doesn't seem like it works.

At this point, the last of the Greek hoplites, a total of four or five thousand men, were also sent out, and engaged in a fierce battle with the Norman cavalry, which was about half of its own.

No, maybe that's a little wrong to say - on the battlefield of the left. When thousands of Eastern Roman lancers joined the battle, the balance of war, which had been slightly tilted towards the Hungarian rangers, quickly fell in the direction of Eastern Rome.

The poorly armed and poorly trained Hungarian Rangers, though helpless, were no match for the Eastern Roman lancers, who had a great advantage in both quantity and quality. These nomads, who had been recruited from various Hungarian tribes, with a longing for their homeland and dreams of Hungarian glory, fell helplessly, one by one, to the well-armed and well-trained Eastern Roman lancers.

"Let's attack!" At this time, Duke Charles could no longer hold back, and shouted: "The current form is stalemate, and both sides cannot get it, so if we switch to the offensive, then the coalition forces will be able to gain an advantage!"

“...... That's true. Philip II nodded, although the King of France, who valued intrigue and power more, was not as good at judgment on the battlefield as Duke Charles, but he could also see that this stalemate needed someone to break the battle now. The Normans tried, but the Normans failed - whether it was light cavalry, heavy cavalry, assault infantry, Egil tried everything, but they were all cracked by the Eastern Roman army.

Well, it's the turn of the French.

Thinking of this, King Philip II of France couldn't help but smile.

"I can't think of it...... God treats me well. After saying this to himself, Philip II "choked!" and pulled out his long sword inlaid with gold and jade.

"Franciscos, it will be us who will save Christendom!"

"Attack, Burgundians, My warriors!"

So, after a long wait, the 50,000 French troops on the left flank began to slowly advance.

The stopped Swiss pikes phalanx are the strongest garrison formations. It can be called a living fortress of the human body. And when such a fortress moves, it is an unstoppable jungle of steel, with the Swiss marching straight ahead in unison, ignoring their surroundings and spears in hand. The Swiss phalanx of ultra-long spears is advancing!

"God help me, I ......" However, after seeing this scene, Basil II also smiled.

The entrenched Swiss phalanx may be more difficult to break, but the active Swiss phalanx ...... Although it also increases the attack damage, it ......

"It's our turn!!"

Minotaur - the patriarch of the Minotaur, who had lost his left eye in the previous war with the Italians, shouted so and led two thousand minotaurs to charge on the left flank of the battlefield - ignoring the terrain, ignoring friends and foes, ignoring everything that stood in their way - those who could not dodge, whether their own lancers, archers, or rangers, were all knocked into the air, and some of the more cruel and stronger Minotaurs lifted the cavalry directly from their horses over their heads - Then with a hard "click" of both hands, the unlucky ghost was torn into two pieces. Pour all the internal organs in his stomach into his mouth and chew it heavily......

Then, before they had officially entered the battlefield, the monsters who were already covered in the smell of blood pulled out their battle axes from their waists, and their scarlet eyes were aimed at the advancing Swiss. A hideous, malicious smile came.

“...... What kind of monster is that?!" Egir felt sick to his stomach when he watched the minotaurs play a show of tearing people alive - he didn't eat much in the morning, and after seven or eight hours he had mostly digested it. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing.

For the first time, Egil felt that it was a bad thing to have a telescope in his hand that could increase his field of vision and see the distance more clearly......

"It's a cow, a minotaur, Your Majesty......" A few knights of the guard next to him, as well as the Governor of Venice, Witt, who had no army, and the bishop of the Papal State, although they couldn't see it very clearly. But you can also guess what happened. Also stammering at the performance of these monsters. Not even the answer of the only normal knight of the Guards was heard......