Baldwin, Earl of Lincoln, had crossed the glacier and rode his horse up the high bank, and then he saw the king with a telescope turned around under the golden dragon banner that had just been unfurled:

“Mon cher Baudouin. Philippe est perdu.” ("Dear Baldwin, Philip has lost.") ”）

Baldwin glanced at the Frankish formation, and immediately confirmed the king's judgment, and he hurried forward, his spear hanging from his saddle, and stretched out his right arm:

"Allow me to hold the hand of a conqueror."

King Edgar laughed and stretched out his sword-wielding hand, so the Count bowed slightly, took the king's hand, and kissed it respectfully.

"Guy's castle is itching to my bones, so Robert and Roger hurry up and cross the river, there is still work to be done."

"Yes!"

At the moment when the king's banner appeared, the Normans rushed to the south of Abwehr, across the frozen riverbank, on the delta where Abbeville Castle sits, and between the castle and the south bank slope, William Lufus saw the shadow of a large number of cavalry.

"Hell, those aren't the French in Montreuil!" Bishop Jeffrey's face finally changed, and he ventured to lift his helmet and shouted at Lufus.

"We're not going to rendezvous with Henry, turn around at once, and intercept them on the river!" Lufus calmly ordered.

After avoiding the rain of arrows from the flanks, the Norman knights swept diagonally in the direction of the glacier with a dense array of bows.

As long as I rush to the river, the enemy forces that have not yet formed themselves will not be in danger, and I can even drive them into Rodrigo's own camp!

Lufus's horse grew faster and faster, and his Norman knights drifted away to the shouts of the English archers, and soon stepped on the ice.

Iron horseshoes trodden over the ice, and the Normans quickly became as clumsy as the enemy, and Lufus, feeling his mistake, abandoned his archers, or he might have tried to shoot the ice-walking English from the heights.

"Get close to them and throw your spear." Bishop Jeffrey suggested.

Lufus nodded, since charging wasn't feasible, it wasn't necessarily a better choice to use a rifle as a pike.

Baldwin had just found Robert Mallett when he saw Norman cavalry approaching from the ice.

"Watch out for the flanks!"

Before he could finish speaking, Baldwin saw Martin, the Calais steward, pinned to the ice by a flying spear.

"Disperse them! Disperse them," shouted Lufuss frantically in Norman language, and the Peterboroughs, overwhelmed by the successive rounds of spears, fled in the direction of Baldwin, avoiding the tall horses.

Hereford's Roger is the next target.

The Normans slaughtered the ice in an orderly manner, and when they found the banner of the Norman traitor, they were even more energetic, and slowly swept over.

Edgar finally spotted the threat from the rear, and he ordered the soldiers crossing the river to line up and sent heralds to Rodrigo for archers.

Baldwin de Boulogne and Robert Mallett were on the shore to guide the front army on the slope, Roger turned over and dismounted on the ice, and the cavalry began to use their mounts as temporary fortifications, raising their shields from behind their saddles to resist the enemy, and the two groups of Norman warriors began to fight each other back and forth, and Lufus's men and horses leaned out from their horses to attack, and Roger kept ordering to raise their shields and stab diagonally.

The Frankish army has entered the British line from the south bank, and the longbowmen have also rotated a wave, and a total of 800 archers at the front began to release armor-piercing heavy arrows with a war bow of one hundred and twenty pounds, goose feathers pierced the air, metal struck, and wooden poles shattered, the chain mail of the Franks was like paper paste, the lock ring burst out, the armor was opened, and only the knight wearing full body plate armor limped to continue walking, with the failure of the horse protection, more and more Frankish cavalry joined the ranks of foot combat, and the rushing cavalry luckily crossed the dense spikes, They were also overturned by the dark blue Danish axe one by one, and the bloodlet war horse fled in panic, and the confrontation became more and more bloody.

Lufus was handy at harassing the Norman enemy on the opposite side of the ice with light cavalry tactics, but on the frozen river, both sides slowed down, looking like two groups of old men in twilight were fighting each other.

"Lion!" As the archers reached the riverbank, Baldwin, Earl of Lincoln, who breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly pointed diagonally behind Lufus.

A red golden lion flag is approaching.

"Henry is here!" Bishop Geoffrey's nephew, Robert de Montbre, was the first to see the dozen horsemen under the banner, and waved his arm holding the crow flag to Hugg, the "wolf".

Lufus was on the other side at this time, just repulsed by a rain of longbows and arrows on the riverbank, and lost almost half of his cavalry. Under the counterattack of Roger of Hereford, the knights fought and retreated, ignoring this new trend for a while. So Hug da Franche, the "evil wolf" who had killed Martin, the governor of Calais, not long ago, took off his iron helmet and approached the direction of the lion flag.

"Master Henry, don't come unharmed!" Huge showed his face and greeted the other party.

The cavalryman did not lift the shield, but only shot an afterglow from the hollow eyeguard: "Say hello to my brother on my behalf." ”

With the sound of this urn, Henry on horseback had no nonsense, and raised his hand to stab Yu Ge directly in the face.

"Looks like I'd better go and greet him myself." Henry sighed and waved his arm, his round gauntlet wrapped around the ashwood spear shaft, and Henry's body was thrown on the surface of the river ice.

Seeing this, Robert de Montbray was so shocked that he couldn't move, and Henry and a dozen elite servants effortlessly imitated what they had just done, and crossed the front several horses with their spears.

The three clusters of Normans were slaughtered in a mass, and Lufus barely reacted before he was surrounded by a pile of iron-armored corpses.

"You ......" he gritted his teeth as he stared at the lion banner and threw his sword forward.

Most of the Normans scattered around threw down their weapons, and those who refused to surrender were besieged and killed by Hereford's knights, and some were thrown into the ground through a crack in the ice and sunk to the bottom of the frozen river.

With the battle on the ice resolved, Edgar recalled the Lincoln and Mallett divisions that had been sorted out, and then gathered the royal guards together and attacked in the direction of Prince Huge.

At this time, the center of the Franks was already a sea of corpses and blood, under the clever adjustment of Rodrigo, the French army caught in crossfire was exhausted and fought for survival, the first to die was the Bernard of Narbonne, the lord of Narbonne, who rushed to the front, and his two sons, but Stephen de Blois was left behind because he wanted to protect the king, but as the battle unfolded, Stephen soon lost the king, and the gelding who should have suffered from the plague did not know what direction to take Philip in the chaos caused by a round of arrows, The knights from the Loire Valley were immediately caught up in the sword attack of the English Thein, and did not bother to look for the king himself.

Edgar donned a fiery golden griffin helmet and tightened his ebony mink shawl, and a purple garnet brooch was nailed to the front of the black fur, under which the helmet strap was secured.

The sound of horns continued to instill fear, and the horns twisted like ivory, seemingly indistinguishable from those containers of ink or honey, were the masters of the battlefield in this fight!

Vast Discord Center, only these horrible voices are certain.

The King of England's arms began to rise, and a scalp-tinging murmur spread among the five cavalry squadrons, colorful scales, dark chain mail, and bright plate armor coalescing into clusters of flames and chains.

Philip was dazed in the crowd, having lost his mount and most of his guards after the first charge, and the rest could not distinguish his king from the crowd, all his armor and decorations were dyed blood-red, not yet solidified, and teardrops fell to the ground, bouncing on the solid snow.

The rhythm ended, and the hoof prints were exposed on the brightly colored flags and robes, bloody hoof prints.

Philip's eyes were blood-red.