"Master, please remember to stop this surprise attack. We only have 300 light cavalrymen. We are not very physically strong. We will be destroyed by the opponent if we are a little bit accidental."

Although he reluctantly agreed to Egil's plan, Alpha was still talking and talking along the way... just like a long-lasting male aunt, she was talking and talking over and over again. It made Egil annoyed. She almost punched the guy on the white face. [bsp;   Of course, she finally held it back. After all, this guy was a loyal minister, and this advice was for his own safety.

"Otherwise, if you go back, how about the leader of the team?" In the end, Alpha made such a suggestion.

"Absolutely not possible!"

Just kidding, if Egil's desperate moment stunts were not available, then this raid would have no strategic significance except for a little harassing the enemy.

Alpha had no choice but to instruct the surrounding guards to take more care of Egil.

Nearly half an hour later, the light cavalry could see a large number of flashing flames in the distance. Egil knew that it was the Eastern Roman army that lit the torches and returned to his camp. So he ordered the soldiers to extinguish their torches and leave them quietly nearby. Then Egil looked carefully for a long time, but still couldn't find the place where the King Basil II flag was. He couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"It seems that if you want to rush over, it is impossible to kill the general and seize the flag." Egil sighed in his heart, but it was a little relaxed. Because the first plan was indeed too risky. Egil himself did not think about whether it should be implemented. He could not find the emperor's flag at this moment, which just gave Egil a reason.

"Then just find a weak spot to charge." Egil made up his mind and waved his hand to signal the cavalry to get closer little by little. In the darkness, there was a sound of thunderstorm as a cover. The Eastern Roman army confirmed that the Normans had no power to fight back, so they were unprepared. They actually made this cavalry touch seventy meters away without knowing it!

Although it is still possible to move forward. However, the charge distance is not enough, the impact force will be greatly reduced. When Egil saw that the time was right, he raised his command knife in his hand and shouted with all his strength: "Charge!!! Immediately afterwards, he used the desperate moment stunt. Then, the 324 cavalrymen instantly roared like wild beasts. The muscles in their entire body became tense. The blue veins on their faces were raised, their eyes were scarlet, and they rushed towards the Eastern Roman army without any fear!

Basil II did not expect it - in fact, the entire Eastern Rome army could not expect it. Under such adversity, the Normans could even pull up a number of cavalry to fight back!

With the blessing of Egil's new special stunt death moment, the more than 300 light cavalry, together with their war horses, became violent beasts. They launched a fierce charge towards a weak link in the Eastern Roman army.

In such a sudden rain and dark night, the Eastern Roman army had no idea how many troops the other side had come to raid. Only saw that the light conscripted soldiers from that large group were killed and collapsed under the charge of the other side. The light cavalry in a violent state, coupled with the impact of the war horses, were even more arrogant than the charge of the monster.

In an instant, the Eastern Roman army, which was just celebrating victory, was extremely sad. In a violent state, soldiers with terrifying and strange power like human bears attacked frantically, using all the weapons they could use, spears, swords, scimitars, broken armor, stones, and even teeth and fists - they could even kill a fully armed Eastern Roman soldier with their fists!

"Monster, monster!!!"

The Eastern Roman soldiers shouted in panic and fear. Some of them began to escape, and of course they were brave enough to hold the weapons in their hands and fight back against the soldiers.

However, it is useless. The assault speed of these cavalry is too fast. The impact force is terrible. The crazy war horses seem to regard themselves as rhinos, completely ignoring their identities, rushing around in the crowd. The cavalry on the horse's back also takes extremely fast attacks. The long sword and scimitar in their hands are slashing like lightning, and the force is amazing! Even the Eastern Roman Imperial Army wearing heavy scale armor, or the Eastern Roman Iron-armored Paladins cannot stop their attack!

This is simply incredible! They are holding only swords - not heavy weapons such as battle axes, maces, and magic weapons such as Uzi Steel Knife. But they can have such terrifying armor-breaking power!

"Damn it! Shoot the arrows! Shoot these monsters to death!!"

Among the crowd, an Eastern Roman general shouted in anger. As his shouting, a large number of Trabisson archers holding compound bows, and other Greek crossbowmen holding Greek crossbows aimed at the guys, and then a random arrow shot from the enemy and me!

According to the opponent's prediction, these soldiers with almost no armor on their bodies should be the best targets for bows and arrows. The facts are very close to what the Greeks imagined. After this wave of hundreds of feather arrows, there were indeed many unlucky Norman cavalry, with arrows inserted into them - however, as long as the arrows were not shot through the skull directly, causing these guys to burst their brains, or hit their hearts, then these guys could still chop people to death like they were all right!

However, Egil was a little unlucky, and a feather arrow directly concentrated his naked arms. Fortunately, it was not unlucky and did not hit the big artery. Egil gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, then bent down, and used horsepower to pull a piece of cloth from a fallen Eastern Roman soldier, bandaging him hastily. Then he continued to charge - seeing that there were no more enemy troops in front, Egil couldn't help but cheer - he used these three hundred cavalry to drill the Eastern Roman army once!

"Okay, it's time to go back now." Egil was ecstatic, and a trace of blood on his face turned around and ordered: "Charge again!!" However, the more than 170 cavalry were still in a violent state, but they all acted on instinct. Before the unyielding momentum and violent riots, the last bit of intelligence obeyed Egil's orders and charged. However, he did not listen to the orders at this moment. Except for less than a hundred cavalry beside Egil, the rest, more cavalry were trapped in the military formation and slaughtered in a large scale with their own advantages. In a blink of an eye, they disappeared from another direction.

"It's really damn, this skill doesn't seem so convenient." Egil gritted his teeth and did not care about the cavalry anymore. Instead, he followed this group of cavalry that could still rush into the already chaotic array of the Eastern Roman army and rushed to the original route. During this period, due to the decrease in the number of people, he still had several attacks by the enemy. Fortunately, he was in danger. He finally successfully broke through, and the half-hour time limit passed. The enemy's formation was pierced twice, and the side effects of the death-death moment made the light cavalry around him lose even the strength to cheer.

"There are still more than twenty cavalry in total." Egil saw that there were only a few cavalry left by his side. Almost everyone was injured. The corner of his mouth was grinning, as if he wanted to laugh. However, he was soon in pain because he touched the wound. He wanted to say a few inspiring words, but he couldn't say it anyway. At this time, the biting chill that was pouring on his body was finally triggered. Egil felt that he was about to freeze to death. He didn't care about speaking and wanted to go back. But he heard the mount under his crotch wailing, and then he knelt on the ground and almost threw Egil out. When Egil looked again, the horse that had been with him for several years had already died...

"Are you exhausted?" Egil squatted down, closed his eyes on his war horse, and then hurried back with another cavalry. He was then supported by someone to return to his tent. He fell down and lay on the bed and couldn't move. The young nun Maria, who had been waiting for a day, was scared to death. The alive guard knights also arranged the matter, found hot water and towels, asked Maria to wipe Egil's body, then covered her bedding, retreated, and stayed outside the tent.

"What's wrong with this...Master?" Maria touched Egil's forehead and found that it seemed as hot as fire carbon. It was like the experience he had when he was wandering back. If he hadn't been picked up by a kind-hearted palace maid, he would have been dead...

"Master, don't have anything to do..." Maria sat beside Egil's bed, muttering like this, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

After a night like this, the next morning, in the Eastern Roman military camp, Basil II had a pale face, not at all like he had won a battle. That night, the Normans raided a fierce slap in the face of the arrogant emperor. Afterwards, the corpse was collected and the prisoners of war was captured. The final number was that the opponent's cavalry would definitely not exceed 500-500 people! It was a piece of mauling! Or twice!!

——All Greeks can die!!!

Although Basil II claimed to exaggerate the number of enemy troops raided ten times. It was said that 5,000 fully armed elite cavalry finally attacked his side. However, rumors spread little by little. Especially in the area closest to the assault site, thousands of people saw that scene.

"There are only fifty people at most! Really! If I lie, let God punish me to go to hell and cut my tongue!" Some people just swear in a swearing manner.

In short, the Greek army, which was originally energetic because of the daytime victory, had a slightly lower morale because of the last raid. Although some people asked: "If the other party really had such a strong cavalry, why not use it during the day?" But no one answered his question. In short, the other party had a very strong cavalry that could serve as a hundred cavalry. This is certain...

"Let me find a living prisoner. I will interrogate him personally." In the end, Basil II responded with a gloomy face in the barracks and put a lot of pressure on the Greek generals present.

"Yes, your majesty." Elius, who was in charge of intelligence, was relieved and walked out of the camp.

Outside the tent, the heavy rain continued to fall, and there was no intention of stopping. After Elius gave a few words to the Eastern Roman soldiers outside the tent, he quickly returned to the tent, nodded with Basil II, and then sat back to his seat.

After a while, his hair was disguised and a prisoner of war wrapped in a brother-in-law cloak was sent.

"The Normans, His Majesty the great Emperor Basil wants to ask you a few questions. Please answer them well." Ellius said to the man whose entire face was hidden in his hood.

"I am a nobleman. And I think I can pay my own ransom." The man said in a cold voice: "So, please give me the treatment that the nobleman deserves."

The voice said this, with the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was a little disdainful, which made the Greek generals next to him feel a little angry.

"You are our prisoner now! Pay attention to your attitude, barbarian!" a general said without hesitation.

"Hmph." The man snorted lightly without caring about it. His disdain was beyond words. This time he completely angered the general.

"It seems that you have to suffer a little before you know your identity!" The general stood up and then prepared to walk over.

"Stop! Your Majesty is still here! What do you mean like this?!" Ellius shouted loudly.

"...I'm very sorry, your majesty, but you see, this barbarian doesn't understand what politeness is." The general turned around quickly, glared at Elius, and then explained to Basil II.

"No need to say too much, sit down." Basil II said in an unquestionable voice.

The Greek general saw that his emperor had no intention of rudeness and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Other, give the Norman noble a chair." Then Basil II ordered, immediately two Eastern Roman soldiers brought the chairs. The prisoner of war also sat down honestly and unceremoniously.

"Okay, your majesty, I think you can ask me some questions according to your identity. Of course, if the matter is secret, I will not say it." The Norman nobleman lifted his hood and showed his pale face, pale hair, and a gloomy expression.

"Very good, then start with your name and position." Basil II nodded and asked.

"Alpha, the captain of the guards of His Majesty Egil of the Norman Kingdom, Viscount."
Chapter completed!