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And using Aversa as the target of attack is exactly what Diogenes proposed. He has no psychological burden in dealing with the Norman bandits. He wants to kill all the Normans to repay the blood feud of his father and brother, and the harm these fierce bandits have done to the empire over the years.

In the bitter cold wind, Muzafiadin and two military servants erected a brand new flagpole with ropes. The huge red cross sword flag on it fluttered proudly in the wind. "As long as I, Stephen Gawain, Russell, am here, Archangel Saint Michael will always bless our Dalian team with this kind of flag." After saying that, Gawain, who had a full meal, raised the phosphorescent sword and set it against the military flag. The blue light and the flaming flag complemented each other. "Commendants of the Red Hand Dalian Team, I will leave part of the cavalry guerrillas to General Taitius and Francesco to monitor the enemies who may come from Amalfi in the plain area fifteen miles outside the canyon. And I will personally Diogenes and I gathered 300 light cavalrymen, with enough weapons and archery, and broke into Aversa first, and then the large group of troops followed my steps. Remember the order of this Grand Duke - do not kill monks, but you can seize the holy vessels of the monastery; do not kill civilians, but you can plunder warehouses and cellars; do not rape women, but you can capture Norman nobles and women; do not attack castles, but you can ravage and destroy the rest of Aversa's buildings. "

"I follow God's will and move forward! The spears and arrows of Saint Michael come out of our hands." All the Tekopo and Cuman cavalrymen with purple faces, as well as the Italian and Albanian armored infantry, raised their arms and shouted in response.

The city of Aversa, surrounded by the cold and silent ocean and mountains, has been shrouded in white mist and pale evergreen forests since early morning. As if covered with a veil, a Calabrian light infantryman standing by the fire under a tree was acting as a scout at the pass, constantly looking at the beautiful fortress standing on the cliffs on the coast, where twenty old knights were guarding. The infantryman wore a split iron helmet, tight armor, and a short spear on his shoulder. He dozed off slightly while looking at the fire. About thirty feet away, two other scouts, one holding a light crossbow and the other holding a sword and shield, stepped on the light snow on the ground, talking and laughing about the traps hidden in the grass in the distance. I wonder if there will be any harvest today.

The fog and snow foam that kept pouring in from the pass made the man leaning on the spear start to complain, but soon he leaned against the tree, slowly raised the spear in his hand, and pointed the tip of the spear at the huge black shadow that appeared faintly on the opposite side, facing him, getting closer and closer. There was also a terrifying panting sound, and the sound of horse hooves stepping on the snow - it was undoubtedly a war horse.

"Who is it!" The spearman asked boldly.

"I'm from Amalfi, under the order of the Marquis. I'm here to check if the Greek enemies have harassed this place." In the white wind and snow, a standard knight dressed in Norman mask and helmet, scarlet cloak, smock embroidered with black eagles, and sealskin scarf, riding a silver Lombard horse the same color as the snow. Holding a lance in his hand, speaking fluent Oei, he slowly came with the bridle.

"Take out your pass and credentials." The spearman continued to ask.

Hearing the commotion. The two scouts farther away also approached curiously.

The halberd tip passed by. Straight from bottom to top, it pierced into the chin of the Calabrian spearman, his eye sockets and nostrils instantly burst into black and red blood, and his whole body was lifted up, and then the knight raised his hand, and the spearman's body flew backwards for several feet, hitting the tree trunk behind, and the snow fell down.

"Hush!" When the crossbowman just raised the crossbow and had not yet shot the arrow, the level lance and the silver warhorse turned into a lightning, and in an instant, with the momentum of thunder, pierced the crossbowman's head, and then his body was carried away by the spear tip and nailed to the body of another big tree, and his body was still hanging on it and swinging.

The shieldman retreated and screamed in collapse, watching the knight's warhorse raise its front hooves and let out a long whistle, and the long sword raised in the opponent's hand fell...

"Aversa, Calabria Military Region Grand Duke Gawain. Lusel broke in!"

"Ahhhh!" Soon, many wolf-like cavalry and infantry rushed out from the mountain pass and various woods, blowing horns, holding scimitars, bows and arrows, and battle axes, and instantly raged under the castle of Aversa like a storm.

A dozen Calabrian soldiers cried out, fleeing in the field with their backs to the Red Hand Company's surprise attack. Arrow after arrow hit their necks and backs accurately in the mist, and they fell to the ground one after another. This was the specialty of the Turkic soldiers, just like hunting on the grassland.

In the castle of Aversa on the high rocks by the sea, there were originally 20 experienced old knights who came out to fight after learning that the enemy was coming. However, when they passed the mountain pass down the mountain, they were shot by dozens of archers who had been ambushed by Diogenes. Several knights were injured and fell off their horses. The subordinates of the garrison officer laughed and dragged them to the chainmail rings with the hooks of the Amalfi sailors. Some of the others did not even dare to take their mounts and ran back to the sturdy fortress.

A knight covered his face with his hands and was dragged into the "wolf pack" by a hook. The Tekopo people surrounded him, pinned him down, and used sharp short blades to pierce his unprotected neck and genitals. Blood spilled all over the snow. The knight struggled in pain for a while and then died miserably.

The rest of the captives, even the Normans, were terrified. They didn't expect that the Greeks, who were the most despised in daily life, would be so cruel to kill the arrogant Norman knights after gaining the upper hand. Gawain had issued a military order long ago that if the infantry killed the knights, the reward would be doubled.

Then, the brave Diogenes issued an order, "Don't kill anymore, leave some alive in exchange for ransom." Then he raised the flail and jumped off the command rock lightly, letting the group of Tekopo mercenaries block the castle. At this time, the entire Aversa area, houses were occupied and burned, monks in the monastery were driven away, and villagers who dared to resist were killed on the spot. The Turkish mercenaries showed off their power in the snow, galloping back and forth, and Caesar's private soldiers also showed their expertise - searching houses and digging cellars, looting Norman women and livestock.

After a group of Cuman cavalry quickly occupied the dock and the lighthouse, Aversa's miserable fate was doomed. Almost no one could escape. Only the coastal fortress guarded by the remnants of the army had not been taken down.

Diogenes raised his flail and kicked open a large house covered with corrugated tiles and hay in the center of the castle grounds. This was a unique building of the Normans and a "hall" with a strong Viking style. Then he rushed in. An old Norman slave rushed over with an axe, and was hit down by the guard with a flail. Then he backhanded it, and the old slave's jaw bone was broken, and he fell to the ground and cried.

A correct version in 16-9 Book Bar!

"Give up resistance!" The guard jumped and stood on the long table for discussion. At this time, he was answered by a woman's cry. (To be continued ~^~)