(Five watches!)

This situation was improved when the Viking Death Warriors entered the battlefield. Speaking of which, the two sides are almost the same, very similar troops. The same race, the same weapons, the same way of attacking. The language, physiognomy and habits are all very similar. In fact, the Varangians were indeed a part of the Norman ethnic group—but.

Now on the battlefield, the soldiers on both sides fought bravely, and there was no idea of sitting down properly to recognize their relatives.

As the two strange of the medieval infantry, the ultimate of the medieval assault infantry, collided with each other, the whole battle entered a small climax. The Viking Death Chargers and Varangian warriors also wielded heavy two-handed battle axes and shouted the same loudly. also sacrificed his life, completely disregarded the defense, and blindly attacked. Under such a ferocious attack, the heavy chain mail or scale armor on the Varangians was a little unsightly - of course, the plate chain composite armor on the Death Charger could hardly neutralize the opponent's attack. Most of the time, both sides hugged each other and died together.

However, such a frenzied, savage, and brutal battle made the two armies more and more courageous as they fought on different battlefields, belonging to the two poles of Europa, and rarely facing opponents on their own battlefields. Today, however, he has encountered an enemy that is almost as strong as his own copy. This is simply the best gift from God to these war-hungry warriors

The commander of the Varangian Legion, who was also the mercenary leader of this group of six thousand Varangian mercenaries, Harold Hadrada laughed and said such things after cutting down the third Death Charger. Then he pounced on the fourth, who was also the captain of the Decisive Soldier wearing a non-commissioned officer medal.

Until then, the captain had seen all of Harold's performance and knew that this was a very difficult enemy. Therefore, at the beginning, he did not spare his hand at all, and swung his tomahawk in the same posture as he was killed, and swooped back towards Harold. However, it was completely useless, and in Harold's hands, the heavy axe was as light as a straw, and the chain mail on his body, which was thicker than that of the other Varangian warriors, was as light as a silk shirt—he was dozens of times faster than the captain of the Death Warrior. And courage and the will to fight are no different. Harold rushed forward without hesitation, and dodged as soon as he turned his body in the face of the captain's head-on axe, and then recovered a punch to his face, and another axe cut off the captain's hands.

The captain lost his balance in an instant and fell to the ground.

"Tell me, boy, whose army are you?" Harold asked with a foot on his back, then bent down and in his own Danish with a thick local accent.

"I am a soldier of His Majesty the great Egil Skadergrímsson of the Norman kingdom," though he was badly wounded, though he was knocked to the ground. But the Death Warrior roared loudly and answered Harold's question.

"Ahahaha

"Something is not quite right with the chieftain"

However, when Harold brandished his battle axe and tried to find a fifth opponent, one of the Varangian mercenaries beside him reminded him in a slightly panicked tone.

"What's wrong?" said Harold, dissatisfied, and then looked around and saw that something was wrong.

Of course, in fact, this state of development should not be described as "wrong" but "normal".

The number of Death Warriors is seven thousand, the equipment of the Death Warriors is plate chain composite armor, the Battle Axes of the Death Warriors are the excellent products produced by the system, and the training and discipline of the Death Warriors are very high.

So, the Death Warriors won. Despite the scarring, the losses were heavy. But a win is a win—and Harold looked over and saw that his own warriors had fallen into the fold. The "wrong" that the subordinate just said came from this.

Harold scolded: "Tell the brethren not to shrink the front too hard, and it is only right to keep your life and make money"...,

With Harold giving such an order, the Varangian warriors, who had a total of six thousand - now only about four thousand left, quickly gathered together and assumed a defensive posture. There was no more tentative attack.

At the same time, on both flanks of the Varangian legions, two Germanic - or barbarian legions were killed. The main force of the Norman army, professional Viking warriors, also rushed forward, and behind, a large number of longbowmen, under the command of the sweaty Robin Hood, minimized the impact of the wind as much as possible, and carried out the best possible reinforcement attacks for the friendly forces on the front. Speaking of which, in the previous wars, Robin Hood's longbowmen would make great achievements most of the time, and Robin Hood himself was awarded the title of Baron.

It's just that the ambitious former Green Forest Hero didn't expect it anyway. The unit to which he belonged would have dropped the chain in such an important battle. When I thought of the future bards singing this classic battle, they were all very praising when they talked about others, but when they talked about themselves, they commented as follows: "That Robin Hood who came out of Sherwood Forest has been playing soy sauce~" Robin Hood was in a hurry to die.

However, no matter how anxious Robin Hood was, he had no ability to change the direction of the battle. It's just that with the experience of a good marksman, the arrows that are shot out try not to deviate too much from the track. Still, it was a very difficult job, and Robin Hood was sweating profusely, half for his future fame, and the other half for the hard work.

Looking at the frontal battlefield again, at this moment, the two insignificant armies on both flanks are inseparable. The two garrison legions of Eastern Rome, though slightly less equipped, were also slightly smaller in number. But the training was well trained and the morale was high. And the rabble and the insignificant city-states of northern Italy, although numerically prevailed. But the armies of the city-states of northern Italy were all miscreants who did not dare to fight hard. The rabble is ...... It's a rabble.

On both flanks of the Norman army, four Roman legions had begun to clash with their respective opponents. The Roman hoplite phalanx on the left flank against the Swiss phalanx of ultra-long pikes was a good opponent. Both sides have their own distinctiveness, although it is true that the Swiss are better at close quarters. Especially since they had captured a lot of Venetian plate chain composite armor before, and equipped themselves with it after modifying it. At this time, there were four or five thousand more hoplites among the 18,000 or so Swiss mercenaries, and the combat effectiveness was further increased.

When the Roman army confronted the Macedonian phalanx of super-pikes, it was defeated by this well-defended and invulnerable offensive. In the end, it was in the process of the opponent's pursuit that the formation was scattered, so the defeat turned into victory. And this time when they encountered the more powerful Swiss phalanx of ultra-long spears, the Roman army was a little blinded......

On the other side, the French army was slightly at a disadvantage. Although they had 4,000 elite soldiers trained by Joan of Arc - these professional troops that cost Philip II a lot of money and were equipped with a full set of chain mail, overalls, helmets, swords and shields. The combat effectiveness of these units was indeed comparable to that of the hoplites of the Eastern Romans, but the remaining few thousand troops were only improvised peasant soldiers. Although the peasant conscripts tried to fight bravely under the call of jihad, just as a shoemaker could not repair a car tire, it was not appropriate for a hand accustomed to a hoe to pick up a short spear for killing. Therefore, in fact, in addition to being a good humanoid shield, and the task of consuming the opponent's physical strength. All that left was the flag-waving and shouting, and adding to the chaos.

The allies were all kinds of unhelpful, and Egil snorted softly, knowing that he would have to rely on himself in the end. At this moment, the sharpest spearhead of the opponent, Varangi's troops, have lost the desire to attack. Then the next thing to deal with is the two Germanic - or barbarian legions.

At this moment, the main force under Egil's command, elite hoplites, and heavily armed professional Viking warriors had rushed forward. The professional Viking warriors in the front row, weighing the axes in their hands, had already hurled them at the front row of enemies - and the enemy seemed to have a good idea, and the mountain light infantry from the Balkans in the front row also threw them with javelins.

Another round of flying props were given to each other. The armies of both sides rushed towards the opposite side. It's just that the throwing axe is a good way to destroy the enemy's formation. The enemy's javelin, on the other hand, has limited lethality against well-protected professional Viking warriors. The Norman army was the first to win. In the battles that followed, the Balkan mountain infantry fought the same tragedy against the Norman hoplites. The combination of scimitars and shields of the mountain people was hardly effective against professional Viking warriors wearing heavy chain mail - in fact, the slashing and killing of scimitars was generally aimed at light infantry - and the Damascus scimitar did not count.

Overpowered, Egil's hoplites gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the Germanic barbarian legions of Eastern Rome and became the first army to overwhelm their opponents

For geographical reasons, these barbarian mercenaries in the Balkans were actually the main body of the Germanic legions. The rest consisted of a small number of battle-axe soldiers recruited from Rus' and Seljuk soldiers with maces and axes recruited from the pagans of Islam. Rather, these classes can inflict a little damage on the Normans. But it's just a little bit............ ，