It's just a little !!......bit worse than one Seeing the gates finally close. Egil was so frustrated that he wanted nothing more than to kill: "It's just a little bit !!"

Of course, these words can only be said in the heart. As a king, a scared ...... Commander-in-Chief of the Coalition Forces. What he has to do now is boost morale. Let the embarrassed and discouraged coalition soldiers regain their strength.

So......

Egir rode his horse around the blood-drenched, muddy battlefield, and then shouted: "Today, we have been victorious! Soldiers! Do not be discouraged! We have at last only slightly, slightly flawed ending! But this does not detract from our glory! We have tried, and the Roman Empire !!!"

A speech accompanied by Egil's high-spirited shouts. The coalition soldiers cheered. That's right, but we didn't defeat Napoli in the end, and we won a big game in one field. pursued for more than a dozen kilometers in a row, even if it did not take advantage of the situation in the end. It's just a minor flaw. The loot, and the prisoners of war. We've reaped enough. The city of Naples will not run away on long legs: will the Greeks, who have been frightened, be able to hold the city? If we defeat them once, we will defeat them a second time. No one can take it away from us.

After figuring it out in this way, the morale of the coalition army was slightly boosted, and at this time, the sequelae after a day of fighting also hit the multiplier. Most of the soldiers were excited. I almost fell straight down. There is no longer the idea of fighting the city of Naples. They supported each other, took their weapons, and loaded the booty they had snatched. Hung around the neck of the prisoner of war with his hands tied behind his back. Ordered them to carry. After that, the prisoners of war were driven to the north, in the direction of the barracks.

That's it, this time the battle of Naples is officially over.

Egil looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had gone down unconsciously. Torches had already been raised among the coalition forces. I took out my pocket watch and looked at it. It turned out that it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon and: although there was less time to go to the battlefield. But the physical strength consumed by hard work is no worse than that of labor. Egil didn't pay attention, his body shook, and he almost fell off his horse. After barely stabilizing his body, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It looks like a little too much pampering was done some time ago.

"Aurora Again Exchange for Premium Constitution ......"

So Egil immediately contacted his cheap sister and said so.

"Oh, that's fine. There aren't a lot of bonds needed to move from a high-intermediate constitution to an advanced constitution. But if you continue to be pampered like this, it is estimated that it will not be long before it will decline again: although it is good to have a regular income. But I'm bored when I always exchange something. ”

"Pay attention to the future, pay attention to the ...... in the future," Egil chuckled inwardly. I don't know if I really listened to it or if it was perfunctory:

After that, the system quickly gave Egil a successful exchange. After a rapid increase in fitness, Egil felt that his fatigue had decreased slightly. Slightly refreshed. Only then did he whip up his horse, speeding up a little.

The soldiers of the coalition army over there returned to the camp victoriously, but the Roman soldiers gathered here felt quite a sense of the aftermath of the catastrophe. Two nervous bars cheered twice. Look at the dead silence around you. He also closed his mouth in mockery. Some soldiers were mentally and physically exhausted. As soon as he tilted his head directly, he fell asleep on the ground, and more soldiers seemed to have lost their souls, their eyes were blank, and they were walking aimlessly......

"We. What the hell is this...... What the hell is going on? Is it over?"

Then a Roman soldier who had lost his soul fell to his feet, but he fell on the flat ground: he hit his head at once

After a sharp pain, the guy understood that he had overdone. Think of the fearsome coalition soldier on top of the battle line: the hideous Norman Iron Horseman. Shameful defeat: cannibalism like cattle. The robe that died in his own hands. There is also a biological brother whose fate is unknown, and this young soldier is sad. A cry of "wow" began.

And then it's like a contagion. The rest of the Eastern Roman soldiers were infected by the mood of grief. They all began to cry. The whole of Naples was enveloped in such a desolate atmosphere:

"Humph......"

Seeing this, this is the scene. Harold, the leader of the mercenaries, snorted lightly: raised his head and looked at the dead eunuch who seemed to be twenty years old, and his face was as ugly as he looked. Rolled his eyes. Then he glanced at his men. found these savage mercenaries who were not afraid of heaven and earth, and at this time they seemed to be infected by this and sad emotions. All of them are very ugly. I couldn't help but spit. Foam.

"What happened to my dead parents?!What are you doing with a sad face?!Cheer me up!!No matter how big the wind and waves are, I haven't seen them before. It's just a loss. What are you afraid of?!What is there to be afraid of?!" Harold encouraged his subordinates. Then he ran up the wall, and came to Nathosis.

After the day's defeat, Narcisse had a good impression of the mercenary leader. Although it was he who led the Varangian mercenaries to save the city of Naples at the last moment. But this is not so much their loyalty to the Empire. It's better to say it's a move of self-preservation: after all, once the city is broken and the jade is burned, their thousands of mercenaries will definitely not be better. Harold must have taken such a move out of concern for his own safety. If he had trusted him, he would have betrayed everyone to the barbarians for a good price

What should not be forgotten by the same Narciss, it was Harold who fled with his men at the most critical moment, which led to the collapse of the entire line.

"Che Lao Tzu just saved the lives of the whole city of Naples, including you, a little rabbit cub! That's how you talk to Lao Tzu?!" Harold didn't pay any attention to the two guards. He regarded himself as a benefactor with a big grin: he reprimanded Nakai as if he were his own grandson, the guard.

"Alright," said Narsis, who had barely recovered a little, waved his hand back to the two guards:

"What's your idea?"

Although Narcisse was disgusted to deal with this guy in his heart: Narcis also understood that in order to hold Naples now, he would have to rely on the power of these damned, erratic and unruly Varangian mercenaries: at least, until the Eastern Roman army had somewhat regained morale, Narcisse would not have to rely on this unreliable group of mercenaries.

"Reward:" Harold did not feel embarrassed at all, and directly stretched out his big rough hand and said to Narsis: "I want a reward......

"Reward?!" although vaguely guessed the other party's intentions. But Narcis really didn't expect the port to be so shameless. It was as if he owed him something he owed.

"That's right, the reward, it's the reward, Lord Rome!" Harold was a little impatient: "We work hard, you pay." This was agreed upon before we Varangians joined the Roman army. And now. If it weren't for our desperate resistance, Naples would have been breached: So, give my little cubs some money: it's not too much, is it?"

"You Hua Yi Yi ......"

After hearing Harold's outrageous words, one of Narsis's guards couldn't help it and wanted to go up and teach the bastard a good lesson. But he was stopped by Narciss:

"I think His Majesty has already paid you a commission for this...... Narsis said.

"Oh. Indeed: but that is that, this is this. What I want now is to fight valiantly and save the prize of the city of Naples. Harold quibbled.

"How much do you want?" asked Narsis, gritting his teeth

"Hehe, I'll do the math......" Harold smiled, "a total of a hundred are folded outside the city, and I promise them three hundred gold coins for settling-in." Also, in the previous battle, I had 1,652 of my men, and they also had to pay a settlement fee of 100 florins each. The one hundred and eighty-four who were seriously wounded and could not participate in the war in the future, the same one hundred florins, and the wounded, but still able to participate in the battle, a total of eight hundred and sixty, twenty gold coins each. And the three hundred brothers who followed me before and asked for a reward of ten florins each. Finally, I want five thousand bamboos, florin gold coins. This makes a total of 238,800 florins. If I don't have that much money for a while, I can accept jewelry or land deeds. But it's going to be 20% off......"

I have to say that Harold is indeed a very good mercenary leader, and even very good at arithmetic.

"Why don't you grab it?!" Narsis blurted out.

"Why, do you want me to take it myself?" said Harold, not without a threat

"Good. I'll give you a little time to your satisfaction......" In the end, Narcisse chose to compromise. The city of Naples simply could not withstand any more storms: if it really angered the Varangians. I can't tell if these people are really going on a robbery spree in Naples. He then betrayed Narciss, along with the Eastern Roman army, to the Catholics.

"My patience is limited, and after two days I will get the money I have said," said Harold, seeing that Narsis did not speak again, and took his attitude as acquiescence. Then he ran down the wall with a smug smile and loudly announced to his men the money he had earned.

Narcissus watched the Varangians cheering in inverse proportion to the desolate atmosphere of the rest of the Roman army throughout Naples. The facial expression is cloudy and not ghostly...... PS, I'm really sorry that I didn't finish the update yesterday. I'll make up two chapters today.

(To be continued.) [