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Chapter 25 The slap in the face

Like a humanoid storm, he easily shuttled through the crowd at an extremely fast speed to reach the area where the battle was most intense, waved his saber and beheaded the enemy. In just over a dozen minutes, Egil turned around the city wall where he was located within a few kilometers. He held a magic knife in his hand and tore the blade of life and killed nearly a hundred Mongolian servant soldiers.

On the other side, his wife Artoria was not to be outdone. In fact, just as Egil was acting cool and said, "Look at how many fools can be killed today." Artoria had already wielded her sword and harvested the heads. Although after this, because her speed was slightly slower than Egil, the number of people killed was slightly less. But looking at the hills she created, there were nearly a hundred so many.

In this way, with the full force of the most noble and combat-capable couple in the Norman Empire, the castle where they were located was as stable as Mount Tai. Most of the Mongolian minions who had worked hard to climb were killed by the Norman army and well-equipped regular army infantry. A small number of those with slightly better skills were just gaining a foothold on the top of the city, and before they could even expand the results of the battle, they were targeted by Egil, or Artoria, and cut their heads to increase their military merits.

On the other side, there was no such master as Egil and Artoria in charge, and could not gain the absolute advantage of crushing posture. However, it also steadily suppressed the attack of the Mongolian minion army. There were many arrow towers standing on the octagonal wall. Even if the opponent temporarily attacked the city wall, he would be subjected to a large number of heavy crossbowmen's firepower on the arrow tower. Immediately afterwards, the Norman infantry with strong lethality would also attack the area.

Under the command of several legion commanders, the Norman soldiers fought very well. The casualty ratio of soldiers on both sides was basically maintained at a level of one to six. Moreover, the Norman soldiers were more injured and less dead. In addition, they were on the garrison and had sufficient manpower. The wounded were soon transferred to advanced and professional battlefield hospitals in the fortress for treatment. As long as they were not fatal injuries or disabled, they could recover their combat effectiveness after treatment and a period of time of cultivation.

On the contrary, these servants who were not valued by the Mongol Empire at all. Even if they were injured in a small amount, they would be in danger of surviving - at this time, no one would care about them. They would not receive the treatment they deserved. Even if they were not fatal injuries, they would most likely die if they continued to develop. These tragic guys ended up being either a final blow by Norman soldiers or died in despair.

Of course, then again, the ability of the Mongolian doctor is well known to be bad. Moreover, the logistics level of the Mongolian Empire's army is still at the medieval level. Unless it is a general of the army, and again, an officer at the level of a commander, he can be treated. Of course, the so-called treatment is whether to jump into the great god or drink talisman water, it is not certain. If a low-level officer and ordinary soldiers are injured and sick, they can only resist by themselves. It is naturally good to resist, but if they cannot resist, they will be dead.

"Genghis Khan! Borjijin. Temujin! Have you seen it?! Have you seen me?!" Egil slaughtered the enemy soldiers who kept fleeing him, and shouted in the direction of the Mongolian army. Although he knew that the distance was so far and on such a noisy battlefield, Temujin had no chance of hearing what he said.

But Egil still shouted it—not so much as saying that the Norman Emperor was talking to himself and continuing to encourage his soldiers under his command.

"The fortress I own is the strongest in the world. And the soldiers under my command are also the bravest in the world! You cannot break through this city! You cannot conquer my country! Go back and go back to your grassland. Only in this way can you save your life. Otherwise, one day, I will kill you!!"

After these words, Egil burst into laughter.

"Big idiot!" Seeing Egil beat the child with his level and equipment, and he looked quite proud. If others didn't know, his cheap sister Aurora could see clearly. He suddenly felt very strange: How could he be so shameless as a human being? He really wanted to pretend not to know him. Although Egil's performance was quite terrifying in the eyes of a group of Mongolian servants, and tall and mighty in the eyes of a group of Norman soldiers. But in the eyes of his cheap sister, there were only words such as terrible and unsightly descriptions.

However, ignoring Aurora's spit, Egil still felt good about himself. At this moment, the Mongolian Servant Army's several consecutive attacks were repelled. Under the city walls, there were strange and terrible corpses everywhere. And the time choked until 2:40 in the afternoon. The effect of the Mongolian military god was about to pass. The Mongolian Servant Army was no longer able to organize an attack.

At this moment, Egil used his skill again. A scream from the underworld - although it could not reduce the morale of the opponent, it offset the special effect of the locking morale of the Mongolian Military God. All the remaining half an hour of the Mongolian Military God's skills disappeared in an instant.

The Mongolian vassal army, which had lost the blessing of the Mongolian military god skills, collapsed again. The soldiers cried and threw down their weapons and fled to the rear. However, the soldiers who were still standing at the top of the city and could not escape, knelt down and surrendered without hesitation. At the beginning, the Norman soldiers killed many Mongolian vassal army who had lost their will to fight. But soon, the soldiers changed their methods and captured the remaining few surrendered soldiers.

Although it was completely impossible to expect the Mongols to redeem them with money. However, it was a lot of money to sell as slaves. The Norman soldiers who captured the prisoners thought this way with a smile. But when they understood the taste, they were suffering from the fact that they had killed the prisoners, and the Norman soldiers who had killed the prisoners looked regretful.

This battle ended with the victory of the Norman Empire. The Mongolian vassal army successively invested nearly 70,000 troops. Most of the troops were lost in one day. A little was captured. The remaining ones fled back were less than 10,000. The outer defense line fought for so long. In the end, there were no people who lost in one day! It was as if it was a response to the Mongol Empire's previous attack on the Norman Empire's outer defense line. This time, the Norman Empire gave the Mongols a powerful counterattack with its strong fortress, dense firepower and reasonable tactics!

Seeing the Mongolian servants fleeing in a panic, the soldiers of the Norman Empire and the reinforcements of the allied countries burst into warm cheers. Hearing such deafening cheers, the Mongolian generals on the other side felt that their faces were burning. It was as if they were grabbed and slapped twice.

The only regret is that their commander Guo Kan. This little stingy man who is not good at fighting but has a good escape. This time he is not dead again. And although he looks at his blood and is in a state of dissatisfaction, you can tell that those are basically the blood of others, and they pretend to be for his Mongolian master. This bastard is actually not injured at all. It truly confirms the correctness of the saying "The disaster has been left for thousands of years."

Although the Mongolian generals were very angry, Genghis Khan was Genghis Khan. He held a monocular telescope that had been smuggled from Venice and watched for a long time. He cut and killed Egil and blocked the head into a hill. And from Egil's movements and lips, it was roughly determined that he was talking to him, and after he said something bad, Genghis Khan smiled instead.

I was in a good mood and very happy. Because of this attack, Genghis Khan figured out a lot of things he wanted to know. The casualties of the tens of thousands of servants were just a trivial price for what he had figured out.

However, after seeing Guo Kan and his unscrupulous subordinate, all disappeared. Looking at Guo Kan's virtue, he knelt on the ground without saying a word, and was shaking disgusting. Even the heroic master like Genghis Khan couldn't stand it, so Genghis Khan stepped forward and kicked the guy over, kicked the guy a few times, then pulled out the whip and beat the guy desperately. He whipped dozens of whips. Then Guo Kan was also the best. Genghis Khan thrust so hard. However, he gritted his teeth and didn't shout at a pain. He didn't say anything, but just kept kowtowing.

"Father Khan, stop beating, be careful." After a while, Genghis Khan's third son, Ogedei, spoke to persuade him. The Mongolian prince who was thinking faster than the other three brothers had already seen it. Father Khan did not seem to want to kill the Han man. Otherwise, he would not have just tried his best to beat him. The reason could basically be found. After all, such a top-notch dog is rare. In a sense, he is also a talent.

Or...well, slave?

So Ogedei took a step forward and looked at Genghis Khan's body, and advised him in this way.

After hearing Ogedei's words, Genghis Khan also got a step forward. After whipping him hard, he threw the whip away and said viciously to Guo Kan:

"Get out! Start today, start with an ordinary soldier! Join the suicide squad tomorrow!"

Because his body was so bloody that he could not even walk. So at this moment, two Mongolian soldiers dragged Guo Kan away as if he was dragging a dead pig. Although this was the case, Guo Kan still shouted over and over again: "Thank you for not killing you! Thank you for not killing you..."

Speaking of which, this guy has learned Mongolian dialect very quickly. He was not so skilled when he came to Norman last time.

Or because this sentence is quite special, you practice more often?

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