Eagle Byzantium

After nightfall, Diognis sat there very skillfully, molding mountains, sea roads and fortresses out of sand. "Oh, it's awesome." Gawain, who was lying on the couch, also praised it, and Titicius next to him He stared at the newly completed sand table terrain, clicked his tongue for a while, and then pointed to the location of Kadmiya, "This is a flat area surrounded by valleys. There are passages to every place."

"What does it mean?"

"This means that although we have the advantage in military strength now, the Normans are more flexible because they are a small team. Their spear charge has destructive power. If we go to Kadmea and adopt a head-on battle strategy, it will be Playing into their hands," Tatisius pinched his chin and said.

"But wasn't the leader today seriously injured by my spear? They must be leaderless." Gawain was surprised that the nose-nosed general was so cautious.

"Norman knights will not collapse because of the fall of a single leader. This is different from us Romans. Each of them prides himself on being the best warrior and general. After Guiscat was injured in Durazzo, it was his wife. Commander Geta; now you have wounded the young leader, but I feel that The old man with the gray beard is even more difficult," Diognis, who had previously fought against the Normans, added thoughtfully - he was still regretful about his performance today, "but no matter what the final decision is. Regardless of this strategy, I will not be timid and will bravely fight their leader to the death."

Under the flickering light of the fire, the guards and Titicius continued to discuss the march plan, while Gawain looked at the sand table attentively, and then pressed the place where "Corinth" was with his finger, "I have an idea... ..”

After a while, Tatisius, who listened to Gawain’s thoughts, reminded him, “Are you sure the Normans will retreat?”

"Of course, we are stationed in Corinth City. Even if we don't move, it will be difficult for the Normans to break through the defense line here. Their troops are very limited. After losing the significance of the raid, they cannot stay for a long time, so there is no need to go to Card. Mia made a rescue." Then Gawain made a fist gesture, "What we have to do is to wait for work, seize the initiative, and pursue them fiercely."

"In addition to the need to control the time, the more important thing is the shortage of manpower." After expressing this doubt, Titicius glanced at the officer, who nodded knowingly, and then they walked to Gawain. Lifting up his jacket again, "Hey, what are you doing!" Gawain watched in horror. The officer took out more dressing fabrics from the box next to the bed, regardless of the fierce objections of the earl commander. , covering Gawain's ribs, arms and even forehead.

By the time the two of them walked out of the porch, the moonlight was already in the sky. Inglina, who was sitting on the carriage and behind the curtain, saw them and asked with concern whether the earl's injury was serious. Whether there is any recovery.

Diogenes and Titicius looked solemn, sighed, and walked past the carriage, shaking their heads.

Then the widow hurriedly walked into the porch, and then sat directly on the seat next to the door of Gawain's dormitory. Looking at Gawain who was wrapped in cloth strips, she immediately felt like tears were falling, and took out a black silk He lifted the veil with his hand and wiped it on his cheek, "It looked very good when it was first sent back. Why is it in this situation now?"

"The fate the Lord has given me is not good... The Norman gangsters' swords and spear points must have been quenched with venom..." The cloth covered Gawain's eyes and blocked his eyes. Nostrils, causing the strips of cloth to flutter with his breath when he spoke. It was so itchy that I just wanted to sneeze. I secretly hated those two bastards for deliberately wrapping me up like this out of revenge.

As a result, Ingrina was even more sad, "I think it should be like this. These gangsters have always done all kinds of evil. Look at you, you were only hit in the ribs when you came back, and now you even have a head..." .." The widow quickly couldn't speak any more and was choked with sobs.

Gawain looked at the widow and thought that the three brothers and sisters Yagfi, Eudocia and Inglina were completely different. The one in front of him was obviously inferior to her sister in terms of scheming and knowledge. A typical Varian Gepai silly white sweet girl.

"But I can't fall yet. The responsibility entrusted to me by His Majesty the Emperor and the call of the Lord inspire me all the time. I want to defeat this group of Norman bandits, protect Corinth, and protect the glory and wealth of your family." Gawain The widow was so moved by her impassioned speech that she immediately took Gawain's right hand and said, "Tell me how I can repay your kindness and love, as long as I can."

"I need your great help, noble madam. This is also a rescue for the empire. I wonder if you can tell me the scale of your industry, especially in terms of animal power and human power." Seeing this, Gawain matured and took the opportunity to tell me the scale of your industry. This request was put on the table, and after saying it, in order to win sympathy, he moaned loudly.

Ingrina stood up hurriedly, nodded her hands, and tried to sum up a summary from the books and account books her manager had given her. "Due to the war this year, the income has been reduced. I can still spend five thousand dollars now." As a reward of Lide gold coins, there are also three thousand cattle and hundreds of mules and horses in the property..."

Hearing this, Gawain's eyes widened. It had been almost two years since he traveled back in time. He had a deep understanding of the level of wealth mentioned by the widow. If nothing else, it was three thousand cattle. , it is not an exaggeration to use the term "incredibly wealthy" to describe her, but on the other hand, the so-called Byzantine Roman Empire has been fragmented to what extent.

But now I can rest assured, and the plan can be implemented...

Around the spring under the Kadmia Castle, a group of Norman tents were set up. Raul gave a few instructions to several leaders in front of the bonfire, and then walked into the tent. Tancred's arms on the stretcher were really wrapped tightly. "He can't swing a sword or hold a spear for half a year." This is what the medical officer with the army said.

"Fortunately, the opponent's lance is blunt, otherwise your bones will be pierced." Raul sat down and said to Tancred.

"Raul, you once sighed that you might not meet any opponents worth mentioning on this trip."

Raul smiled bitterly, "Now you should know that this is the outcome."

"Damn it, in another ten years, I will definitely defeat that Greek army warrior wearing red hand feathers." Tancred refused to admit defeat.

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"I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to see that moment alive." Raul joked.

"No, Raul, you have to see that moment - but I'm already injured, and I'm too ashamed to go back to see my uncle."

"It doesn't matter. After the Battle of Lazo, your uncle Bohemond was also defeated by the Greek emperor in Larissa, not far away, and returned to Italy. You were only eight years old at that time. So if you want me, Raul, to witness the moment you mentioned before, it's better to withdraw from Cadmea to Lepanto as soon as possible." Raul said, made a cross on his chest, and then pressed a kiss on Tancred's forehead, "It's settled, kid."

"Okay, I agree to withdraw." Tancred, with scars all over his face, was weak.