To the east of the Welsh camp was a high hill shrouded in green sea, and the top of the hill was an iron-brown color, and the quarrel of the previous time had caused the King of Rhyss of Dafeld to be in a state of annoyance, and had been in a half-asleep state of stupor for the previous night, and was still a little misty in the daylight, and almost saw the shadows of the trees on the hills as soldiers.

"Enemy attack!" A roar of cracking rocks through the clouds suddenly woke King Reese, this is not an illusion, there are enemies on the mountain!

The ground rose above the boundary of the dense forest, and from there a great number of enemies could be discerned in the shadows ahead, and King Reece suddenly felt a frenzy, just as he felt when he charged.

But his position was a little far from the enemy on the hill, so he could only watch as the red dragon sign continued to move upward, and the Irishmen of Grufiz were gathering from the side of an orchard, but their ranks were not grouped together, so only some of the soldiers followed behind the red dragon, and the others continued to flow into the tide like a trickle into the sea.

King Reece suddenly sighed to his guards, "It's not always easy. ”

"What's the matter?" The Welsh warrior with a scar on his neck was puzzled.

"Tie yourself to the others, die together in battle—look at the Gaeles, where is their courage now? Some people are squeezing forward, and some people are stranded behind, so is this also a comrade of life and death? ”

The Welshmen next to them were a little ashamed, these days, they had indeed lost their unity and courage, although partly due to the quarrel between the two kings, but in that dark night they were crushed by the iron will of the West Saxons and Northumbrians, and after that, their spirits began to fail, and the resistance of the siege of Emlyn was already a struggle before its demise. To tell the truth, if it weren't for King Karadog's reinforcements, these people present at the moment would probably have been bones underground.

The battle in the distance seemed to be fierce, but King Reece saw with his own eyes the large group of Irish still blocked down the hill, which meant that there were not many people who actually engaged the enemy, and that was where the Red Dragon was, where Prince Grufiz fought.

"It was a terrible offense." King Reece sighed again.

The Glamorganians seemed to be watching a joke, and they were the furthest from the Irish, which made them feel a sense of security for a moment, after all, the battle was still taking place in the distance, and the enemy's avoidance of them made them feel a sense of pride, and some veterans who had fought in St. Albans could not help but recall the glory of the bloody battle with the Normans—how could they be deterred by such a bloody scene before?

Their king, Karadog, is feeling very bad, and the flanks of his camp are under threat! He was so far away from the enemy, and who knows what the Dafelds would do if the friendly forces fighting collapsed, and would Reece take the opportunity to retreat, exposing his flank to the enemy?

King Glamorgan gave the order, and he divided the whole left flank of the defenders in case the right flank was swept away, and the most elite Tali cavalry began to march eastward, and these lord's guards in locks and javelins were the essence of places like Glaivisin and Gwent, and all Wales would envy their silver light and the imprint of war all over their bodies.

At this time, in the middle of the mountain and forest battlefield, Alva was leading the raiders and Seon to attack the enemy with javelins and spears, and his figure always appeared in the most dangerous places, which naturally made him closer and closer to the red dragon flag. Through the nose guard of his helmet, the Spaniard stared at the dazzling red dragon as if it were the only prey.

Alva was an excellent cavalry general, but as Rodrigo's reliant subordinate, he was also very familiar with this kind of mountain foot warfare, by throwing the reserved forces from different directions in turn, supporting each other, Alva forced Grufiz's line to countless pieces, the Irish shield was not as strong as the English, and in the face of the baptism of the barrage, some unsuspecting Gaelic warriors fell to the ground as if they had been harvested by a scythe, with javelins still tied to their eyes or throats.

However, Grufitz was outnumbered after all, and the English could only maintain a slight advantage, while the enemy was temporarily contained, and there were always forces in the rear that could be constantly brought up to fill the gap.

"Damn the Dragon Banner." Alva looked at the enemies that were gathering under the red banner, and their leader, a young nobleman with no beard, and became a little impetuous, "If this continues, not only will I not be able to bring this ghost back, but I am afraid that I will have to lose my life here." ”

The Irish are realizing the advantage they occupy, the enemy, although everywhere, does not seem to be numerous, and the warriors under the red dragon are constantly increasing, albeit at a heavy cost, victory is already in sight!

A strange trumpet sound came from the northwest, like lightning that pierced the bloody ground, and the Welsh was shaken: Could it be the knights of King Edgar who came?

Caradoug didn't know if he should be glad that he had moved away from the left flank the elite veterans who had seen Ed join him at St. Albans, because the veterans who remained on the Western Front were the first to break up when the English cavalry charged.

But none of this mattered anymore, and even if Caladoger saw that the charging Englishmen were not the king's knights, but at most horseback horses, he could not change the turn of the battle. The enemy's first attack was almost a miss, and only a few armored warriors who landed on horseback and fought on foot were able to inflict enough damage on his soldiers, but Karadog could no longer see the end, because a knight of extraordinary courage had already charged at him, and Karadog could even see the opponent's sword piercing his own mouth.

The dead king left no trace of his thoughts, and his soul flew away without saying a word, at least for the Britons, who since time immemorial believed that the soul was stored in the skull, and when the head was destroyed, the soul was naturally dispersed.

After the natural warrior on horseback had completed this deadly assault, he once again reined in and attacked the Welshman's back, and behind him, countless Glamorganians cried out, "The king is dead!" ”

"The king is dead!" The sound continued to the east, and with it came the tall knight who wielded the sword, Campado of Spain. The English were overwhelmed, and after several battalions, the elite soldiers of Glamorgan began to flee in panic......

In the eyes of the Welsh, the ironclad knight in front of the English front seemed to be the legendary black monster Jeveleji, devouring the souls of his own soldiers.

The dance ended with the death of King Reese of Dafeld, but after the war no one knew how the king died, none of his guards survived, and no one in England recognized the king in the chaos, and they could not even confirm the whereabouts of King Reese if it were not for some captured Ucchefville who recognized a trampled body and a ring on his finger that had belonged to King Bredding.

For Rodrigo, this battle was not easy, but it was not enough to impress him too much, even if his exploits in destroying two kings in one battle and forcing one prince to retreat were enough to make him a demigod-like existence in the eyes of the Derbyshire soldiers under his command, this Spanish knight only held a military meeting as usual after cleaning the battlefield, summing up the gains and losses of this battle, it seemed to be no different from the countless small battles before.