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Under such circumstances, the seven countries of the alliance, led by the Norman Empire, had more or less problems. So that the alliance has a little crisis. At this moment, the people who had originally judged that the Norman alliance would be victorious began to weigh again.

If this were the case, a group of Norman troops would return home to suppress the rebellion. As a result, the number of troops will be reduced, and the supply lines on the back road will also be attacked to a certain extent. The Holy See, on its part, can take this opportunity to concentrate its efforts...... If that's the case, maybe there's some chance of winning...... About 30%. In Constantinople, the largest city in all of Europe (self-proclaimed), who had just returned from victory and forced the Ottoman Turks to sign a treaty of land reparations, Lìlì Annu, who had been treated like a hero, muttered: "Of course, it is only thirty percent, and the palace does not believe that that person will not have any arrangements to respond to the actions of the Holy See." ”

At the thought of Egil, Lìlì Annu's heart was slightly uncomfortable, and his face turned red, but he quickly receded. In the end, only a sigh remained. For when Egil returned victoriously from Jerusalem, Lìlì Annu was still on the front line in Asia Minor, fighting the Turks. Therefore, the two sides did not meet again. This made Lìlì Annu, who was just beginning to fall in love, feel very disappointed.

"I heard that he has returned another pagan woman from the Holy Land......" Thinking of this, Lìlì Annu slightly exuded some sour taste of grapes. The mood is a little bit of a gain and a loss.

"Would love to see him again...... It's not easy to say, though. Besides, I don't know what that guy thinks of me..."It's very likely that the girl in love is still in unrequited love, and the mood has become very bad.

That's pretty much it, basically at the same time. To be precise, on November 12, when the Norman Empire was a little tired, the army basically stopped advancing, and the rebels went back to quell the rebellion, and while they were holding on to the place for reinforcements, the 50,000 professional troops of the Holy See, the 40,000 professional troops of Milan and Venice, plus the crusaders launched by the Pope, as well as the conscripts and mercenaries of Northern Italy. A total of 120,000 troops marched north, despite the bitter cold of winter, across the foothills of the Alps towards the north, and North Germany marched.

The Holy See, for its part, showed an unstoppable posture of rage. In this way, they swear their existence. At first glance, the offensive and defensive posture between the two sides seems to have changed. The Norman army switched from offensive to defensive, while the Papal army switched from defensive to offensive. But in fact, Gregory VII, who was now dressed in a magnificent velvet robe, with a ruddy complexion and a smile on his face as if he had won his victory, was now bitter and could not speak.

"Isn't it that the Norman Empire is boiling with resentment under Egil's oppressive rule, and the nobles will stand up against that guy's rule with a little incitement?

Ukraine, Livonia, Germany and Great Britain.

The total number of rebels on these four lines is less than 100,000. And it's all rabble, unorganized and undisciplined. It only takes a little effort to extinguish it. This is completely different from the massive riot of hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of mobs imagined by the Holy See.

"Looks like we're going to have to figure it out again. Gregory VII thought to himself, laughing with the archbishops around him, and sighing in his heart.

On the other hand, the Norman Emperor Egir's strategy was as follows: on the territory of the former Republic of Genoa, now the Duchy of Milan, south of the foothills of the Alps, Duke Francisco, who commanded the Milanese army that had been organized with all his blood, and more than 7,000 mercenaries from Northern Italy, when this guy was distressed by the Pope's absurd order to climb the Alps in winter, unexpected people appeared in his military camp. ...,

It was November 22. Francisco received an order from the Holy See to cross the Alps that night, despite the bitter winter cold. The Duke of Milan muttered, "Is that guy crazy? Entering the Alps in this season? Even if he can climb over it, what can he do? Because of the severe winter cold, he was greatly reduced, and then he was killed by the emperor at leisure? After all, he was just a priest, and he didn't know how to fight at all..."

"That's true. There was such a voice around Francisco.

"Who?!Who's there?!" The Duke of Milan is a mercenary leader, and although his skills are not top-notch, he is really not bad. However, it was such a figure, and before he knew that he was approached by someone else, the duke's heart suddenly thumped, and then he fell back sharply, rolled on the ground, and at the same time grabbed the saber that was placed beside the bed, and shouted into the corner where the voice came.

"No, please don't get too nervous. I don't mean it badly. Please also do not call your guards over, as this will be a nuisance. On the other side, from Xie Ying, who couldn't be illuminated by the lamp, a man dressed in dark brown clothes, with his head down, and half of his face covered with a hood, appeared. He first bowed to Duke Francisco, then spread his hands to show that he had no ill intentions.

"Hurry up and show your identity! I won't trust a man who hides his head and doesn't even dare to show his face. Despite his gesture, Francisco remained on guard. At the same time, he was ready to shout at all times, and let in the loyal guards who were stationed outside the tent to catch this mysterious fellow.

"Ah, yes, it's not a big deal anyway. The man's mouth turned up, he smiled, and then reached out and removed his hood as Francisco stared. showed a plain face: "The appearance of the lower is very ordinary, or it has disappointed the duke." As compensation, I think that my position will be of interest to you, the Duke, as the messenger of the Norman Empire, the holy, the supreme, the Messiah and Emperor of all mankind, and the Lord of Egil. With that, the man who called himself the messenger was small and worried, and took out a heraldic ring modeled after Egil from his close-fitting coat pocket. It was shown to Francesco as proof.

And so it was. "The cunning Francisco had already thought of it before this. The people who come to him at such times are either their enemies, killers sent by rivals, or people sent by the Norman Emperor, the current enemy. And his own mercenaries, merchants, and enemies of small and noble people, had also assassinated him several times before this. I know that there is absolutely no such elite under them, who can not say a word, do not alarm others at all, and touch the masters around them. Then, most likely, only the subordinates of Emperor Egil, the feared spy force.

"Hmph...... Counting the enemy nations, they do not expect to be superior on the battlefield, but they send men in the night. What else could it be if it wasn't an assassin?!" At this moment, Francisco was already cheering in his heart for the apparition of God, and calculated the price of his defection to the Holy See, the price of his allegiance to the Emperor, and the chips in his hand. And yet this guy still said the same thing.

"You're really going..."Seeing this guy so hard-mouthed. The Norman spy, who had already analyzed the other party's personality through the intelligence system, couldn't cry or laugh, and had the intention to stab him a few words, but he was worried that he would anger this guy so that he couldn't complete his mission. So he had no choice but to continue to smile: "Look, Your Excellency, when you complained about the Holy See just now, I heard it clearly from the side. ”...,

Francisco blushed when he said this. Then he said forcefully: "Even if this is the case, what is it? Work hard and fight hard." Even if it fails in the end. I can also be worthy of my heart. Guard your own glory. It's much better than a shameful surrender!"

Hearing Francisco say something like this, the Norman scout almost laughed. Although he tried his best to hold back, that disapproving look still made Francisco feel insulted.

However, before Francisco could express his displeasure, the specially selected elite, a subordinate of the skilled and sharp-tongued Egil, uttered the words: "Fighting and dying for glory is the practice of knights." But you, IMHO. You were a mercenary before. Then he became a businessman. Although you have the title of duke. But that's just your disguise. You're still a mercenary and merchant at heart. And no matter which of these two professions you have, you won't value any honors. ”

"Are you laughing at Duke Ben?!" Francisco feigned anger. At the same time, he secretly thought that he would arrest this guy first and shut him up for two days to dissipate his spirit. Allowing yourself to gain a better position in negotiations. The duke made an angry appearance, and at the same time he was ready, and waited for the other party to say something wrong, so he drew his sword and called for someone at the same time.

"No, no, no, not at all. However, the Norman envoy's next sentence made Francisco laugh

"Because you are excellent, because you are a good merchant and mercenary. So, it seems that a big man like you will not be bound by the so-called glory and loyalty. Businessmen are looking for the greatest profit. And as a good, businessman among businessmen, you naturally don't know this. In my opinion, since you anticipated the defeat of the Holy See. So naturally, he will not hesitate to join the empire. Am I right, His Excellency Francisco Forza of Milan?".