"Good boy, give our Lord Edwin a glass of iced milk with honey." The Gwent lord Caladoge commanded the beautiful Welsh girl beside him.

After seeing the curvaceous girl leave, Karadog turned back to Edwin, who was already a little impatient, and said, "I'm sorry, my lord, you know about our situation, since Grufitz's death, you can find some guys everywhere who have made themselves kings, including me, of course. ”

Edwin sneered to himself, but listened to the ostentatious Welsh lord continue: "But Kadugan of Glamorgan is no ordinary man, not to mention his family background and strength, this cunning fox king is simply slippery than the pebbles at the bottom of the river, I thought he would not dare to venture out against us with Norman mongrels, but I didn't expect him to just pour a belly full of sweet words on me, and turn around and stretch out his furry paws towards my territory." ”

Seeing the unfathomable appearance of this Britishman, the Earl of Mercia resisted the urge to beat him and persuaded: "As long as your lord continues to march towards Hereford Castle, my Chester army will move south from Shropshire, and once the remnants of the Norman Earl are dealt with, will King Glamorgan be able to escape?" ”

The Welsh lord obviously didn't buy it, he shook his head: "I don't know how much strength the Normans have left, I only know that in Gwent, the trash fish that I want to die can be found everywhere, do you think they are not colluding with the fox of Kadugan to reveal the situation inside us one by one?" I'm sure if I'm away from Calvent for a month, those bastards will be able to plant the banner of Glamorgan on my walls. ”

While the Earl of Mercia and the Gwent were still arguing with each other over a new threat, the Earl William of Hereford received a new piece of information.

"What you said is true?" The Count was in disbelief, the news was a pie in the sky, and almost made him faint.

"Yes, King Philip also promised it himself." The mysterious messenger confirmed this once again.

The Earl of Hereford began to think, and to be honest, tired of toiling with a group of Welshmen in this remote frontier, and toiling like a servant of a rat hunter all year round, the Normandy court governor muttered to himself: "Maybe it would be nice to have a different environment." ”

The envoy from the Queen of England had the important news to the Earl of Hereford, who was seriously ill and asked King Philip to protect his young son Arnulf and his sister Queen Matilda, who recommended to her brother Governor William, now Earl of Hereford. The Earl of Flanders wanted Hereford to be regent of Flanders after his death, assisting his widow and young son against his brother Robert.

Hereford called his Flemish nobleman Gerbo and told him the latest news, but the latter seemed very calm, and he asked Hereford quietly, "What are you going to do now?" ”

"We've been fighting with Edrick in Shropshire for almost two years, and we've been harassed by a bunch of Welshmen for over a year, and our knights are suffering almost every month in this hellish place, King William is not here now, and the Mercians of Chester are coming to attack us again, and although I've joined forces with Kadugan, who knows when that guy will send troops to Mercia? If we continue to fight like this, we will probably have to run into the rebels in Wales or the north of England. Hereford said in a demagogic voice.

Gerbo looked tempted, but asked with some hesitation: "We are now shedding blood for King William, won't His Majesty the King make amends in the future?" ”

Hereford scoffed: "My family has served the Duke of Normandy for several generations, and I have been the king's court chief, and no one knows his ideas better than mine, and it seems that the king is likely to divide us in this hellish place in the future, and let us fight with the Welsh, and when we have conquered the territory of these unfortunate savages, the king's tax collectors will follow." Then we will be neighbors with these wild men in this frontier for generations, guarding the border for the king's tax collectors. ”

Gerbo did not expect Count William, who had been loyal to the Duke of Normandy for many years, to say such a thing, and he felt a little difficult to accept for a while, he did not know that the family of Hereford would set off a Norman noble rebellion a few years later in real history. But Gerbo also had some thoughts of his own, Hereford was tired of the fighting on the Welsh border, and wanted to be the regent of Flanders, and even waited for an opportunity to obtain the rich country of Ennober, but Gerbo felt that it might not be cost-effective to leave here and venture back to Flanders. He suddenly remembered Robert, the brother of the Count of Flanders, and perhaps it would be a good idea to follow this "Frisian" - Arnulf and Madame de Lihilde had the King of France and the Queen of England as their backers, and the Earl's brother Robert was alone, and if he could help him win, he might have gained more.

So, the two nobles with their own ghosts immediately agreed on the time to withdraw the army, and when King Glamorgan led his army into Gwent, he got the news that Earl William, who had a secret agreement with him in advance, had abandoned the territory and fled!

Kadugan was furious in the city of the Gwentes: "How dare these Norman goat-haggis, sulphur-eating demons betray the king of Glamorgan! ”

Then, Caladog, who had expected to be attacked from both the Normans and Kadugan, quickly captured Hereford Castle and headed south with Edwin's Chester army, and soon reached the southern end of the Offal Causeway. The ravages of the Glamorgan's army at Gwent caused the soldiers under Caladog's command to gnash their teeth and rush to defeat the enemies who had occupied their homeland. Although Edwin had received the news of Prince Edgar's imminent arrival, he could not stop the vengeful Caladog, so he could only be dragged by the other party to march into Wales together.

The English soldiers of the Earl of Edwin were very uncomfortable and even a little afraid of the march into Wales, and the territory of these barbarians was full of some pagan evil customs, and the Earl even saw two young men and women wearing a crown of flowers on their heads, naked and loving by the roadside, this devilish temptation made the Earl a little irritated.

After a few days, the armies of the two sides finally met on the battlefield, and these Welshmen from different mountainous regions were all bold men of a fiery and wild temperament, in what appeared to the Anglo-Saxons to be a somewhat loose procession, armed with spears or bows and arrows, and few of them wore iron armor except for the noble-born Tyli Hu. In the eyes of the Earl of Mercia, most of these soldiers were poorly armed, with only a hint of the Roman-British era still visible from the weapons of the Tyrihu cavalry, and most of the other soldiers wore red linen shirts and trousers, knee-length cloaks, and many wore only one shoe on their feet.

The English Cynees raised their shields, their iron helmets and chain mail, which were very strong, and stood like an iron wall in two rows, standing on the left flank of the Gwentes. Opposite them were the elite Terry cavalry of Glamorgan, warriors armed with javelins singing war songs belonging to the Britons in a language the English did not understand. The Gwentes, however, could hear each other singing about the distant land of bears and wolves, and the ancient Knights of Golddin, and in the middle of their procession, the tall King of Glamorgan, was singing: "Uchevilles! Today is a good day to die, there is no better place on this mountain, the warriors will always be as green as the leaves, and the next year that falls will grow again! ”

At this time, Earl Edwin could not help but curse: "What a bunch of madmen—but today will be a good day for the crows." ”