When Roger saw the "jet engines" led by Shana, he did not shout and shouted around the river as planned in advance.

They swung their axes across the bridge and shallows and killed them, and soon merged into this bloody battlefield, as if they had entered hell.

The sky might not be able to bear to see this tragic killing, and a cloud floated over, blocking the crescent moon, and the entire battlefield fell into darkness.

Just like being in a dark forest, whoever is exposed will die.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into a strange silence, and the wounded people everywhere suppressed their moans.

Only the strong smell of blood came to his face, reminding Roger that the battle was not over.

The ears were still buzzing, but Roger, who had recovered some hearing, seemed to hear some cavalry leaving the battlefield.

He heard the "puff" sound of horse hooves stepping on the mud.

He heard some people chasing their horses, and the "puff" sounds were getting farther and farther away.

After that, one or two swords and swords occasionally came from a distance, mixed with short screams.

There was another sound of horses falling down, followed by the painful neighing of war horses.

The battlefield on the other side became active again.

The sudden outbreak of fighting, the collision of weapons, the "puff" sound of swords piercing into the human body, and the screams of casualties.

All the sounds came one after another, and sometimes a ball burst out here and sometimes a ball burst out there.

After a while, all the places were fighting, and in the blink of an eye, it became quiet again, as if they were hallucinations just now.

Roger could not see anything, everything was in the dark, but the bloody smell from the wind became even stronger.

Suddenly, a huge ball of flame burst out in the direction of the Heracri gate.

The flame illuminated the city gate that Heracria was slowly closing, and the figure of Rom Sultan Masood, who disappeared inside the city gate.

Roger saw that the guards at the city of Heraclia were still pouring flammable hot oil downwards.

So the flames below became more and more intense.

In the flames that completely blocked the city gate, a large number of Roma archers mixed with several Norman cavalrymen, all of whom were covered in fire, twisting their bodies in pain, as if they were dancing a sad and beautiful dance.

Their heart-wrenching screams resounded through the sky, as if they were accusing the injustice of the world to fate.

Roger saw Odin and his cavalry staying outside the flames.

Their expressions of regret, glory and fear appeared alternately.

Roger, who was watching from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief. Although Odin did not complete the mission of taking the opportunity to seize Heraclia City, at least he was still alive.

The light of flames also illuminates the battlefield on the other side.

Almost in an instant, everyone there raised their swords and slashed at the enemies beside them.

The fighting suddenly broke out, and the "jet engines" roared at full capacity, covering the screams that were gradually fading away in the distance.

The people standing were decreasing rapidly, as if they were all made of ice and snow, and they melted by the firelight in the distance.

There were piles of corpses everywhere on the ground, and some people had horses.

The black ink-like blood gathered like a stream and flowed into the turbulent river.

Under the distance of fire, the river water was filled with red waves.

......

The rising sun crosses the mountains and casts light on this flat land, and at the same time it unveils and covers the veil of hell on earth.

At the gate of Heracriya, in order to prevent the Sicilians from snatching the gate, the crazy Roma people threw down tincture oil and fired out.

The stone walls at the entire city gate were blackened.

And what is darker than this is the burnt corpse stacked in front of the city gate.

The black smoke on the corpse was still rising.

The vast farmland was scattered with the bodies of the Norman Cavalry and the Roma Archers.

Some war horses that had been stolen were trying to get back on their feet, while more of their kind were lying there forever.

Roger, with red eyes, stopped in a Shura Purgatory.

There are corpses everywhere, layer by layer, more than the living people.

Following Roger, Danny sighed and said:

"It's so miserable, this battle is so miserable."

The fearless Zarro, Odin and Henk, who were beside him, also nodded with a pale expression.

Everyone looked at Shana who was jumping around in this battlefield with complicated expressions.

Shana held up her short-handled axe and shouted: "All seizures will be confiscated. Who dares to hide it privately? I will chop him!"

Then she slashed down with an axe, cutting off the throat of a seriously injured Roma who was still gasping for breath.

Roger coughed and said, "Okay, everyone is excited.

"The crisis has not passed yet, everyone still needs to work hard.

"I'm all veterans on the battlefield. I'm not willing to accept my life and death. If I don't accept it, don't let my mother-in-law and mother look like a sissy.

"Everyone should learn from Shana and don't let the girls laugh at me."

When everyone heard this, they straightened their backs instantly.

Then Roger told Danny: "You will take the spearmen right now to the woods at the foot of the mountain to build a camp, and our troops need to rest."

He told Zarro again: "Go and find Muthie, and every time that guy fights, he looks like a rabbit indented into a cave.

"You worked with him to find a way, bring javelins and archers, collect food and supplies in the nearby woods and grasslands.

"We had a falling out with the Roma people, and we couldn't buy anything before entering the Armenian territory.

“We have to find ways to raise our own resources, the safer our journey will be.”

Roger ordered Odin again: "Organize the remaining cavalry and re-form.

“I need you to lead them on patrol.

"The Roma reinforcements will come in a steady stream, and I need to know their approximate number to determine whether to stay or leave next."

Odin asked, "If you encounter enemy reinforcements, do you fight or not?"

Roger said firmly: "If there are fewer people, give me food. If there are many people, keep alert. I authorize you to decide on the specific matters at your own discretion.

"In addition, we have to send someone to see the direction of the valley we are coming.

"We also have the cavalry responsible for contacting Duke Welf without returning.

"He is probably also in a dilemma of lack of water, and I don't know if he can hold on to this point.

"You send someone to guard there, and when you see him, bring him back."

So everyone took the order and left.

When they had something to do, the sad faces on their faces disappeared, replaced by perseverance and strength.

Roger himself was not idle. He took Henk to complete a difficult, test task of human nature.

In fact, he doesn't have to do this task himself, just give him a command.

No one asked him to do it, but Roger felt that he had the responsibility to do it.

He said to himself in his heart: Roger, who has the nickname "The Fearless", faces the dripping blood.

Let’s take a look at the disastrous consequences caused by your wrong judgment and delayed fighter jets.

Let’s face the soldiers who shouldn’t have died but are about to die.

Go and bear their complaints and anger.

Roger drew out the Norman sword and walked to a seriously injured and dying Sicilian soldier.

The soldier was gasping for difficulty like a fish leaving the water.

Roger asked seriously:

"Tell me, your last words, I swear, will do my best to complete it."

The soldier lying on the ground, his pale face twitched due to ischemia, and he spit out a few words intermittently:

"Can I... go to... heaven...?"

Roger looked straight into the other person's eyes and told him in a very sure tone:

"A warrior as brave as you will definitely be able to enter heaven."

So the dying wounded breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, endured the pain, and waited for the last moment to arrive.

Roger hugged the soldier's neck, bent down and kissed him on the forehead, and used force to send the Norman sword into the other party's chest, reaching his heart.

After a rapid twitch, the seriously injured soldier no longer had any sound.

So Roger drew his sword, stood up, and walked towards the next seriously injured and dying warrior.
To be continued...