Eagle Byzantium

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Now, it was Diognis's turn to be stunned. Looking around, he saw that there were indeed a group of women in this big room. They were wearing robes and shawls, their hair was combed finely, and they were also wearing various gold, turquoise, bone carvings and precious stones. The hanging decorations are all Norman ladies.

They were originally preparing for a big holiday banquet here. After being attacked and unable to return to the fortress, they prepared to occupy the hall to avoid resistance. When they saw this Saracen-looking warrior coming in, he stood on the long table, holding a The strange weapons made them all sit on the ground or hide behind pillars in fright. But soon they discovered that Diogenes was alone, and several older ladies plucked up the courage: one of them took advantage of the guard to capture the officer. In a daze, he howled, drew his dagger and rushed over.

The iron head of the flail hit the white-haired old lady hard on the bridge of her nose. Amidst the screams, blood spattered on Diogenes' Saracen suit. The old lady's brains were smashed out and she fell straight down. on the floor.

"Do you think even a Norman woman can humiliate a Roman warrior? Come and see for yourself!" Diognis also became angry and circled the flail. The ladies screamed and then shrank back.

About five seconds later, another young Norman woman with some freckles and flaxen hair came out. She said in fluent Greek to the officer holding the weapon tightly, "My name is Gu Siyun is the daughter of the Norman noblewoman Emma. Creed's sister. Now I have to tell you, Greek warriors, you have won this battle for the time being, and you can enjoy the rights of the winner, and use Gu Siyun as a gift on the altar of victory. But please be right. The rest of the ladies maintain basic respect."

After saying that, Gu Siyun lowered her head and took off her fur cloak, leaving only the thin petticoat underneath. She slowly lifted it up, and the firelight illuminated the slight down on her calf skin.

The guard immediately froze for the second time.

With a bang, the door of the hall was completely knocked open. Gawain walked in with his sword on his shoulder, followed by a group of Italian veterans who came behind him, carrying small tumbling snowflakes, "Let's take them all as trophies for the Red Hand Company!"

Then, Gawain saw this scene: the guard stood majestically on the speaker's table, but the corners of his mouth were a little dull. Below there was a girl who had lifted up her skirt, two bodies lying on the floor, and a large group of beautifully dressed ladies, all huddled in the corners and behind pillars.

"Pa", Gawain snapped his fingers, "Invite all these noble women to my military camp. They must not be humiliated or violated." After seeing the enemy's commander. The group of noble ladies breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that they would be defiled and raped by shameless lower-class soldiers before meeting their counterparts, so these women all picked up small boxes of makeup and jewelry. After saluting the self-proclaimed Grand Duke one by one, they all walked out of the hall one after another obediently under the supervision of Italian soldiers.

When the officer saw Gawain, he seemed relieved, put away his flail, and was about to escape from this embarrassing place, but was stopped by Gawain who raised his hand solemnly. "Let's go out and continue the cleanup. We'll leave this to the capture officer." The other dirty Italian soldiers, who were grabbing the road and grilling meat and vegetables on the forks, looked at the Grand Duke. Look at the guard again, and then he has a "everyone understands" expression. Following Gawain's instructions, they all went out.

"Well, it won't be cold here." Finally, Gawain rubbed his hands and gave a kind reminder before preparing to exit. However, he found that the hall door that they had just pushed down was still lying on the floor, and the cold wind continued. Drum in.

"Listen to me Gawain, this is Bohemond's niece!" Diognis was also anxious.

"That would be even better. Interrogate them harshly and seize all the weaknesses of the Normans. She is now your trophy. This is also the best manifestation of your revenge against your father and brother." Gawain said hurriedly, and then stepped across the After getting out, several Italian soldiers groaned and pulled up the heavy door panel, and then worked together to seal the hall.

In front of the Aversa Tomb Monastery, there stands a stone sculpture of Renulf, the first leader of the Normans, followed by the slightly smaller twelve first earls. They are all equipped with sharp swords and imitate the Byzantine style to shake hands and embrace each other. The gesture represents the unity and advancement of the Norman Kingdom, but the level of the stone carvings is still Nordic style, simple and exaggerated - the tower monuments on both sides are also carved with portraits of St. George and the dragon, among which the dragon is like a lion's head. giant salamander. Now the sacred place is filled with Turkic soldiers' horses running around randomly, excreting excrement on it.

Gawain stood behind several Benevento crossbowmen, and then the authorized crossbowmen raised their crossbows and fired fiercely at Renulf's statue. Soon, it was covered with bullets, and the Turks poured in. The soldiers also raised their bows and arrows, shooting at the monastery and carved faces, and throwing The torches were burned, and soon the military servants climbed up, sawed off the heads of the "scarred" statues of Renulf and the twelve earls with a frame saw, and hung them on several big trees with ropes. Then they all The statue was pulled over and buried in a pit on the crossroads, allowing soldiers and horses to trample on it.

"What should we do with the grave of ancestor Robert Guiscat Tver!" When the soldiers asked Gawain this question one after another, the self-proclaimed Grand Duke opened his eyes and said, "Just take away the magical artifacts in the monastery, and the grave will not be dug. Then prepare a messenger for me to go to Amalfi City - but I believe that I have seen the fireworks here, after all, it is not far away."

The so-called messengers were the two captured monks. Gawain put them on the boat, stuffed the letters into them, and sailed down the bay of Aversa. "The fleet of Pisa will receive them, and then Amal Feicheng will also 'convey' the news here to Bohemond who is besieging the city on the east side."

In the city of Amalfi, which was tightly besieged by water and land, in the ancient Roman-style city hall, the nearly eighty-year-old consul Pantaleoni, shaking his pale beard, lay on his bed and still insisted on commanding. In charge of the city's defense battle, eight years ago he served as the fleet commander, gathering Hundreds of warships from Genoa, Ostia, Pisa and Amalfi swept through the Crescent Christian forces in Tunisia and Algiers, and rescued a large number of Christian believers who were imprisoned as slaves. The glory reached its climax, but who knew today? Amalfi was attacked by Norman and Pisa, and was on its last legs.

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When the news that Gawain had captured Aversa came like a breeze, the old consul immediately stood up from his bed, surprised and delighted. Then he said to the two messengers who lowered their heads, "I guarantee your lives." Safe, and then I will immediately send a second batch of envoys to have a good talk with Bohemond." (To be continued~^~)