So Philip II signaled one of his confidant guards to pick up the crossbow. These guards all came from a noble family that shared the same woe with him. Philip II was not afraid that they would betray him.

"Your Majesty?" The guard took a deep breath, then stepped onto the horse again. He asked Philip II in this way.

"No, I'll come in person." Philip II shook his head, and then the guard of the east took the crossbow from his trembling hands.

"Very very, very strange." "I clearly become a knight, as a noble, a royal family, and a king.

For "The crossbow, this kind of dirty weapon has never been used. But why... the feel is really good. It seems to be designed specifically for someone like me."

Philip II grinned a little nervously. Such thoughts arose in his mind.

Eighty meters ahead of Philip II, Joan of Arc and Minotaurus were fighting to the death. Joan of Arc did not expect that this Minotaurus leader was much stronger than his subordinates. He was first-class in terms of strength, speed, or tricks. In addition, his physical advantages, Joan of Arc did not check for a moment and almost suffered a great loss. Although he missed the vital point, his right ankle was still rubbed by the opponent's battle axe.

It was so light and tricky, and Joan of Arc was wearing chain armor boots, but he still felt as if his right foot was broken. The original advantages of speed and flexibility were lost.

I had to fight hard one after another and compete with such monsters.

At this moment, a group of soldiers from both sides had gathered around Joan of Arc and Minotaurus. Both the French and the Minotaurs formed a circle and temporarily ceased to fight, but shouted loudly to cheer for their own soldiers. Such a scene was like the swordsman, the champion of the European feudal knights, fought alone a few years ago.

At this moment, Joan of Arc was at a disadvantage. After all, he was competing with such monsters.

Even a talented human warrior like Joan of Arc still felt unbearable after confronting him thousands of times in a row. Fortunately, the white flashing sword in his hand was a rare magic weapon, otherwise it would have been broken many times if it were an ordinary steel sword.

At this moment, Philip II rode back on the horse with a crossbow, then aimed at Minotaurus, who was fighting, and then pulled the trigger.

Unfortunately, the crossbow arrow shot missed.

At least that's what Philip II said in the end.

After driving Minotauros' attacks again and again, Joan of Arc gritted his teeth and was about to fight back. However, he suddenly felt that the wind direction behind him was wrong. He was about to avoid the attack of a monster in front of him and came again.

But it seemed that both sides had planned and wanted to attack each other in front and back. In this way, Joan of Arc had to block the opponent's attack again, and then tried to control his body as much as possible, hoping to avoid the vital "um".

In the end, the crossbow shot Joan of Arc behind. Joan of Arc's eyes suddenly contracted. Then his body shook, and he still barely stood up, trying his best to resist the desire to turn his head and look.

"Um?"

Although I don’t know what happened to the tricky enemy on the other side, this is an opportunity! This is certain. Minotaurus narrowed his eyes, then swept across with a backhand. The double-edged giant axe swung towards Joan of Arc again, trying to cut Joan of Arc into two pieces!

"Damn it!"

Duke Charles could not speak out of resistance, so he immediately urged the horse to escape. The Minotaur chased after two steps but failed to catch up. He couldn't help but shake his head and shifted his interest to other Frenchmen.

A total of 20,000 to 30,000 French people, 20,000 to 30,000 Swiss and Normans. Tens of thousands of people fleeing in all directions, like poor sheep, can catch a lot of them just by just grabbing them.

Why bother to be serious with that guy?

At this moment, Egil looked at the completely collapsed left wing, then turned around, looked at Bishop Peter and others with a pale face, and finally sighed, but what he said was like: "Jane De

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"Your Majesty, why don't we retreat?! Those heresies and those monsters are going to fight!" Cardinal Hilde said with a trembling mouth, suggesting that before this, when Italy was fighting against the other side, he had already seen the horror of the Minotaur. This time it was the second time. The two crushing defeats made this guy feel fear of these Minotaur monsters, even more than his fear of the demons and Shi Dan. He saw the left wing defeated like a mountain.

This also caused the Norman army to lose its courage and was greatly shaken. Bishop Hilder hurriedly said this.

"Retreat?" Egil snorted lightly, then turned around and ran down the stairs from the Bowwang Tower. Then he turned over and the horse, while Hilde and others followed him.

"Okay, we will go to the camp first, where there are enough fortifications to withstand the opponent's attack." Cardinal Hilde breathed a little relieved and said this later.

"…Gil snorted softly: "Send two people to send the Cardinal back. The rest of the people come with me!" "What, your majesty?! Do you want to go to the battlefield at such a time?! We already want one"

"Don't mention that word before me." Egil directly interrupted the Cardinal's words, covered with bloodshots, and looked scarlet like a ghost in hell. He made the Cardinal shut his mouth obediently.

Immediately afterwards, Egil took his Knight Guards to the far left wing of the battlefield. Along the way, Egil kept shouting: "I am King Norman, General Coach Egilskadragrimson! I am here!" And his guards also shouted: "His Majesty the King of Norman is here!"

Accompanied by such shouts, a large number of soldiers who were about to escape, or were wandering, seemed to have found their backbone and moved closer to Egil bit by bit.

"We can still fight! Moreover, we must continue to fight! From now on, everyone below the self! No one or the civilians must take a step back! Unless we die, or the enemy retreats!!!"

Egil shouted like this, then pulled out the command knife: "Norman, go forward!" At this moment, a red lightning flashed through the sky across the dark clouds, illuminating Egil's pale face. Then a thunder sounded violently, directly covering all the noisy sounds on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!