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Now it was Diognis' turn to be dumbfounded, and when he looked at it, the big room was indeed full of women, dressed in robes and shawls, combed with fine hair, and wearing all kinds of gold, turquoise, bone carvings, and precious stone ornaments, all Norman noblewomen.

They had been preparing for a feast here, but when they were attacked, they could not retreat back to the fortress, so they prepared to occupy the hall to avoid the resistance, and when they saw the Saracen-looking warrior break in, and stand on the long table, with strange weapons in his hands, they were so frightened that they sat on the ground, or hid behind the pillars, but soon found that Theognis was alone, and several of the older noblewomen were emboldened: one of them, taking advantage of the moment when the guard was stunned, howled and drew his dagger and rushed over.

The iron head of the flail slammed heavily on the bridge of the white-haired old lady's nose, and in a cry of astonishment, blood splattered onto Theognes' Saracen suit, and the old noblewoman's brains were smashed out, and she fell straight to the floor.

"Do you think that even a Norman woman could insult a Roman warrior? Then come and see! Diognis was also furious, and circled the flail, and the noblewomen shrieked and shrank back.

After about five seconds, a young Norman woman with a little freckles and flaxen hair came out and said to the catcher, who was holding her weapon tightly, in a more fluent Greek, "My name is Gusyun, and I am the daughter of the Norman noblewoman Emma, and the sister of Tancred. Now I have to tell you. Greek warriors, you have won this battle for the time being. You can enjoy the power of the victor, and use the ancient silk cloud as a gift to the altar of your victory. But please have a basic respect for the rest of the noblewomen. ”

After saying that, the ancient silk cloud lowered her head, took off her hair, and left only a thin petticoat inside, and slowly lifted it up, and the firelight illuminated the slight fluff on the skin of her calves.

The catcher was immediately stunned for the second time.

Boom, the door of the hall was completely slammed open, and Gawain walked in with his sword on his shoulder, behind a group of Italian veterans who came from behind. With a churning little snowflake, "Let's all use it as trophies from the Red Hand Dalian team!" ”

Then Gawain saw this scene: the guard stood majestically on the presiding table, but the corners of his mouth were a little dull, and below was a girl who lifted up her skirt, and there were two bodies on the floor that did not know whether to live or die, and a large group of beautiful noblewomen, all shrunk behind the corners and pillars.

"Smack", Gawain snapped his fingers. "Invite all these noble women to my barracks, and do not insult or violate them." When they saw the enemy commander, the ladies breathed a sigh of relief, they were afraid to meet their counterparts. was defiled and raped by the shameless lower-class soldiers, so the group of women picked up small boxes of makeup and jewelry, and after saluting the self-proclaimed Grand Duke one by one. They all obediently walked out of the hall one after another under the supervision of the Italian soldiers.

And the captor saw Gawain. It was also as if he was relieved and put away the flail. He was about to escape from this embarrassing place, but was stopped by Gawain raising his hand solemnly, "Let's go out and continue to clean up, and this place will be entrusted to the arresting officer." The rest of the dirty Italian soldiers, who were grabbing the roast meat and vegetables on the road and fork rack, looked at the Grand Duke, then at the Catcher, and then all with expressions of "everyone understands", obeyed Gawain's orders, and all went out.

"Well, it's not going to be cold here." In the end, Gao Wen rubbed his hands and was about to withdraw after being kindly reminded, only to find that the door of the hall that had been broken by them just now was still lying crooked on the floor, and the cold wind kept blowing in.

"Listen to me Gawain, this is Bohemond's niece's daughter!" Diognis was also in a hurry.

"That's better, interrogate harshly, catch all the weaknesses of the Normans, she is now your trophy, and this is the best manifestation of your revenge on your father and brother." Gawain hurried as he stepped out, and several Italian soldiers hummed and pulled up the heavy door panels, and reassembled the hall to seal it up.

In front of the Monastery of the Tomb of Avelsa, there is a stone sculpture of the first Norman leader Renulf, and behind it is a slightly smaller twelve first earls, all of whom are equipped with sharp swords, imitating the Byzantine style to shake hands and hug each other, indicating the unity and progress of the Norman kingdom, but the level of stone carving is still Nordic style, rough and exaggerated - on the tower tablets on both sides, there are also carved portraits of St. George and the dragon, in which the dragon resembles a baby fish with a lion's head. Now the sacred place is full of colts of Turkic soldiers running haphazardly, excreting on them.

Gawain stood behind several Benevento crossbowmen, and then the authorized crossbowmen raised their crossbows and shot at the statue of Renulf, which was soon spotted, and the Turkic soldiers who rushed over also raised their bows and arrows, shot at the monastery and the carved faces, and threw torches to burn, and soon the servants climbed up and sawed off the heads of the "scarred" statues of Renulf and the twelve counts with a frame saw, hung them from several large trees with ropes, and then pulled all the statues over, They were buried in the pit of the crossroads and allowed the soldiers and horses to trample on them at will.

"Robert. Guiscat. What to do with the graves of the ancestors of Tver! When the soldiers asked Gawain this question, the self-proclaimed Dagong opened up, "Just take away the magic weapons in the monastery, and the grave will not be excavated." Then prepare a messenger for me, a messenger to Amalfi - but I believe that there are already fireworks in sight, after all, it is not far away. ”

The so-called messengers, the two captured monks, Gawain put them in a boat, stuffed them with letters, and went down the bay of Avelsa "The fleet of Pisa will receive them, and then the city of Amalfi will 'convey' the news of this place to Bohemond, who is besieging the city on the eastern land." ”

In the city of Amalfi, which is closely besieged by land and water, in the ancient Roman style of the city council, the eighty-year-old consul Pantagleoni, shaking his pale beard, lying on the sickbed, still insists on commanding the city's defense battles, eight years ago he also served as the commander of the fleet, gathered hundreds of warships from Genoa, Ostia, Pisa and Amalfi, swept through the Crescent forces in Tunisia and Algiers, and rescued a large number of Christians who were imprisoned in slavery, and the glory reached its peak. But who knew that today Amalfi was attacked by Norman and Pisa, and he was dying.

When the news of Gawain's capture of Aversa came like a breeze, the old consul rose from his sickbed with surprise and delight, and then he said to the two messengers with their heads bowed, "I will guarantee your lives, and then I will send a second group of envoys at once to 'have a good talk' with Bohemond." (To be continued......)