When Owen, the son of Lou Weylin, saw the knight in the tavern, he was wearing a thick green-gold leather coat, and the ornate dagger at his waist did not arouse the suspicion of those around him, after all, the land has not been very peaceful lately.

"Beer!" As soon as the young knight sat down, he shouted loudly, and his voice was extremely arrogant.

The host, not daring to face the uninvited guest, gave him a pint of a cold, frothy beer, hoping that the trouble-seeming fellow would leave as soon as he finished.

Owen cursed to himself, in Welsh soil, English and French speakers are not welcome, this guy's words are clearly mixed with a French accent. But Owen didn't want to get into trouble, he had to go to Boas to do that big thing, that noble Gentile bastard could get drunk in the corner, and Owen didn't care.

"One more drink," yelled the knight, "don't worry, I'll pay." ”

"My lord, I think it's time for you to leave." A slender scarface stood in front of his master, and the knight finally turned his cheeks sunken into the cup and looked at the man across from him incredulously.

"What did you say, filthy bug?"

Owen blocked the two attendants behind him, preventing them from getting up and interfering, as the rest of the hotel began to move towards the door.

"I said, this is not the place for people like you."

Owen swore he heard a metal tremble, and the knight fell back a yard as if he had seen a ghost, Scarface holding a short knife in his hand that nearly pierced the knight's throat.

The woman's screams resounded through the house, and a fight broke out.

One of the attendants suddenly whispered to Owen, who was watching, "Someone just recognized that guy, he was the Norman." ”

Owen's anger suddenly gathered, Robert Mallett of Caernarfon Castle! This name, which is well known to everyone up and down the Conway River, has a special meaning for him.

"Let's go." Owen said decisively to his entourage, and the three of them prepared to leave, and behind them, the head of the hotel owner rolled to the ground, the smell of blood and beer mixed in the air, and the screaming woman stopped making a sound, as if something was stuck in her throat.

"Let's feed the dogs!" Knight Robert Mallett cursed viciously in Norman and stabbed Scarface in the stomach with a sword.

Immediately after leaving the hotel, Owen and his party turned back to the north, where they camped on the northern road through the woodland and began to pack their gear.

For ten years, the territory ruled by the king of England had been vigorously enforcing Edgar's Edict of Bows and Arrows, which required young men over the age of fourteen to practice archery on a daily basis, and the purpose of this edict was naturally to provide enough archers for the king's army.

The longbow was considered a national symbol of England in Edgar's previous life, but the restored longbows that circulated in the world in the 19th century were not the same as today, in terms of appearance, the 19th-century reconstructions had a smooth back and a semicircular belly, while today's longbows have uneven surfaces, and are generally made of solid wood and sapwood on the belly and back of the bow, respectively, perhaps similar to the use of the ribbed and corner composite bow. One major difference is that later reconstructions are often split in the grip, and the bow body is actually three sections, with the upper and lower ends of the bow arms attached to the hard middle, and such a longbow generally has less than seventy pounds of tension. But the whole body of the real "war bow" is a whole, and the archer can feel the deformation pressure at the holding place when it is full, such a war bow is not suitable for hunting, but a sharp weapon against iron armor, and the pulling force can reach 120 to 170 pounds.

In terms of arrows, the body of the war bow is generally not a cylinder of uniform thickness, and the arrows in England are more thick in the front and thin in the back, which is just the opposite of the "flying arrows" of the Turks, which is naturally not suitable for long-range projectiles.

Such a form clearly valued strength over precision, and it was difficult for an untrained people, whether Scots, or French, or even the Welsh before them, to wield such a powerful bow. It can be said that the longbow was an ordinary weapon, its origin can be traced back to prehistory, and the traces are all over the world, and what really makes the English war bow a feared weapon in the world is the king's decree - "the arm made in England" will gradually become the brand guarantee of good archers in the next ten years.

Owen's fingers flicked his dagger repeatedly, sometimes halfway out, and then into the scabbard, and he looked with some confusion at the quiver at his feet, which contained a Podkin arrow with a goose feather in place, and his giant warbow lay on one side of it, revealing a bow with grooves carved into it.

Suddenly, he picked up the bow and began to check the strength of the bowstring, not only did he pull the bowstring, but at the same time leaned his body slightly, and vigorously pushed the bow's belly, and after aiming at it a few times, he felt a slight soreness in his arm, and was about to complain to his followers about this "devil's weapon" as hard as iron, but there was a whisper in his ears: "Someone is coming!" ”

He quickly rolled up the fine white sheepskin on the ground and wrapped all the quivers on it.

The man was not a Norman knight, but an Englishman with a leather helmet.

Owen put down his bow in disappointment, intending to spare the poor creature, when one of his attendants suddenly threw a bowstring in his hand and struck the Englishman's mount.

"Damn it!" Owen spat hard, then fired an arrow to complete the job.

From the dead Englishman, the Welsh found a parchment letter, which Owen was thankfully able to read, and the slain Englishman had been sent by the Earl of Mercia, who mentioned that the king had rejected his pleas and was about to arrest Robert. But Count Moka told Robert to be patient and not to rebel against the king.

"Hell."

This news was very bad for Owen, and since the king was willing to give Trahearn of Boas an explanation, the fellow would be content to accept any compensation and would not rebel again.

Trahne could accept Robert Mallett's terms of imprisonment, but Owen absolutely couldn't accept it - because it was his fiancée who the Norman had defiled.

In the eyes of young Welshmen like Owen, the current era is full of rancidity, the Saxon conquerors are aggressive, and the upright Welsh have no place in their homeland but to serve as mercenaries for the treacherous Saxons.

"Where the hell did that bastard go?" Owen secretly wondered, the Normans may have sniffed out something, and they didn't take this road to the north at all, now what he needs is to go to the town to inquire about the news, which is not very difficult, the English castle and the town keep a certain distance between the guard, and they don't come here much on weekdays except for collecting taxes, which is why a bunch of people died in that hotel, but they didn't see a single English soldier for half a day.

"When I went to see my father, he said I needed manpower." Owen instructed his retinue that he had changed his plan, for no matter what the wicked Saxon king and his weak and incompetent vassals of Boas decided, the young man was bound to let the war break out.