.In this way, both sides were secretly guarding against each other, and the guard post was in three shifts, constantly monitoring. The people on the mountain were afraid that the other party would attack at night and take them into trouble. The people at the foot of the mountain were afraid that the other party would break through at night and let them work in vain...

But in the end, neither of these situations happened. In the final analysis, the soldiers on both sides were exhausted. After fighting for a day, they could not bear it. The situation of the coaches on both sides was actually not very good. Liliannu coughed up blood in the middle of the night, feeling that he might have fallen into some disease. He escaped from the mirror he was carrying, and looked at himself like Egil. Artoria was hit by two arrows, and it would be bad if he didn't deal with it. So he found a famous love lover to help him. He asked him to dig out the arrow behind him, and then cut the rotten rou with the dagger burned on the fire. Then he burned the wound...

With a "silk" sound, a stream of blue smoke rose up, and a burnt smell came out... The wound was treated.

"Will it leave scars... It's so damn." Artoria muttered like this, digging out the arrows in the small tui, and then did it as usual. The indifferent look made people feel that she seemed heartless and heartless. After the bandage, Artoria stood up and stretched out the tui, which was not so uncomfortable, and she was still a little relieved. Then she extinguished the fire several times - although it would be a little colder, if the gust of wind blows over in this dense forest and leads the fire to other plants, it is not a joke.

After repeatedly checking the fire and confirming that it was completely extinguished, Artoria sniffed, ate some dry food and dried rou. Then she said to the soldiers around her, "Don't wake me up unless the enemy comes." Then she leaned against a big tree and tilted her head. After a few minutes, her even snoring sound came.

"It's really... I'm so broad." Several Norman Hussars were speechless, and finally said something like this that I don't know whether it was a compliment or a derogatory statement. However, in short, Artoria's attitude also played a role in stabilizing the morale of the army to a certain extent. When everyone saw that the commander-in-law, the Queen was so unhurried, so there was nothing to be anxious. They went to bed, so in addition to standing guard, a group of Norman and Celtic soldiers all fell to sleep. For a moment, there were shouts on the top of the mountain, occasionally mixed with several low and mild shēnyin sounds, making this place look more like a battlefield.

In this way, the night passed quietly. However, things were not as simple as Artoria imagined. With her physical fitness, she would get better after a little sleep—maybe because of a wound infection, or maybe it was because of some other reason. After getting up in the morning, Queen Norman felt that she had no strength all over her body. She was so hot on her forehead, but she felt very cold. Her head was so painful and dizzy. She felt so bad that she could not eat some dry food, but she felt difficult to swallow, and her throat seemed to be swollen...

"In this state... I thought I was better than I could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy." Artoria snorted with self-deprecatingly. She shook her head and cheered up the god of jing and shouted: "Soldiers, don't relax today!" Then the soldiers responded. Artoria was as strong as a second, and with the help of several soldiers, she put her curse armor on her body. The curse armor that was originally weighing more than thirty pounds was almost unable to feel the weight when worn on Artoria. However, Artoria was sick at this moment, but she felt that her body had become much heavier all of a sudden, and the armor was as heavy as a mountain, almost crushing her...

However, I have to hold on.

Artoria gritted her teeth and pulled out the sword of victory and oath and raised it high: "Soldiers, this victory must belong to us!"

After seeing the fully armed Artoria, the fierce soldiers were so fierce that they were suddenly full of morale. They thought that their side had such a brave general, so the enemy was naturally no problem, just like a tile dog. But they didn't know that their side's brave general was mixed with water...

So the soldiers took advantage of the Chaoyang to collect some stone bullets again to replenish the bullets - after a war yesterday, there were three javelins left, and the archers' arrows were only four. Most of the bullets were used. It seems that they are going to fight for their lives today...

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, the Eastern Romans also hurriedly had a breakfast. Compared with the Norman and Celtic soldiers trapped on the mountain, these guys ate pretty well. There was no need to be afraid of a fire, so they could eat a bite of hot. The soldiers put together the wild vegetables, rye and what they did, cooked them in a big pot and barely considered them noodles soup. A soldier had no money to do or not. He could barely eat half full. Later, when Liliannu heard the soldiers complain that they were not full, he looked at the things cooked in the pot and frowned.

"What's going on?! Are you deducting military rations?" Liliannu turned around and questioned a Roman general who is currently managing logistics.

"Deduct your sister! Even if I deduct it, there is no caravan in this wilderness, who will I sell it to?" The Roman general was full of grievances, but he could not say that his crown prince was an idiot. So he explained: "It's not like this. I have to do this with my own crown prince. Now we have almost no rear, and there are not many herders nearby. We have no source of military rations. If we don't do this, we can't hold on. In fact, even if we implement such a rationing system, it can only last for about twenty days at most."

In the last sentence, the temporary quarconian lowered his voice and spoke in a voice that only Lilian's slave closest could hear.

"What - it's really you're embezzling military rations! I trust you so much!" The officer did not expect that Liliannu shouted, attracting the eyes of all the soldiers around him - then pulled out his sword and chopped off the head of the stunned officer with one sword.

"Soldiers! The thieves have been eliminated! In the future, the military rations will be distributed by our palace! We guarantee that you can have a full meal!" Liliannu shouted loudly, assured the soldiers around him.

"Long live the crown prince!" The simple-brained soldiers quickly believed what the princess said and cheered like this. So the princess immediately ordered, took out the military rations that had been given three times the amount, and stewed the soldiers a sticky noodles and porridge for the soldiers. Soon this news spread throughout the military camp, and the morale of the soldiers immediately increased a lot.

Seeing the endless joyful soldiers, Liliannu smiled, but her eyes were very cold. She knew that she was gambling, and she had put all her chips on the near future to break and resurrect Artoria. As long as this strategic goal can be achieved, it would be absolutely fine for the Normans to take care of her for a year and a half. If they could not defeat and let the enemy run away, then Eastern Europe would not be able to stay here. Hurry back to Constantinople and lie dormant for a while. Anyway, the only one who is immortal is the only one who is like himself. He will not kill himself no matter what.

After Liliannu figured out these things, his smile became brighter and brighter.

During this attack, the Eastern Roman army changed its previous tactics to concentrate the sharpest heavy infantry, but they asked them to remove their armor, put down their shields and spears, and instead took leather armor from the light infantry, equipped with small shields and daggers, and converted them into more powerful light infantry. Although some heavy infantry complained that this was not in line with the tradition of the Roman Empire - in fact, it was just complaining that it looked unscrupulous. Liliannu couldn't care about it anymore. Even if the Imperial Guard had not firmly opposed it, she even wanted to convert these Imperial Guards into such soldiers.

In the end, His Royal Highness's princess was almost half successful. His guards and soldiers from Roman gladiators agreed to her request - but the regular Roman troops refused without exception.

But this was nothing. Even so, His Highness the Princess still gathered more than 400 jingle light infantrymen, and together with a total of 200 selected javelins, each with four javelins, forming today's attack sequence.

His Royal Highness the Princess is already a little impatient to taste the fruits of victory.

During this attack, the Eastern Roman army was still led by Javeliners - a total of more than 100 Javeliners, who began to climb according to yesterday's tactics. Then a small number of them were killed by Norman light archers and hit by stones, losing a small number, and only more than fifty people came up. Then, the Norman Hussars learned yesterday's lesson and rushed up directly before the opponent's attack. The Eastern Roman Javeliners fought and retreated. Immediately below, a group of Javeliners joined the battle and threw javelins based on the terrain. The Norman Hussars then continued to advance to the bottom of the mountain, killing the group of Javeliners. Then they continued to chase down.

——Then, hundreds of light infantry that had been pieced together before came up and fought against the Norman Hussars. The other two hundred crawled up along the more difficult mountainous areas on both sides of the foothills, carrying shields and daggers in their arms - and then attacked the Hussars from both wings!

"Damn it!"
Chapter completed!