Edgar was woken up by the squire Ulf, a Dane from the command of the Earl of Benicia who was now a cavalry officer, and the prince looked at the faint morning light coming through the tent and yawned, "When?" ”

"It's just sunrise, my lord." "In another hour," said Ulf, "the army will be in camp and your lordships are already waiting for you." ”

"Is there any breakfast?" Edgar asked subconsciously.

"My lord, now there are only bread, onions, and wild berries." The Dane replied.

"Okay, give me a copy. Hell, maybe this is my last breakfast. Edgar couldn't help but laugh at himself.

The Danes departed, and Edgar began to rise, and one of the attendants dressed him in a linen robe, fastened his belt with a leather scabbard, and took the prince's sword. Edgar stroked the silver-studded sealskin scabbard, strained it skillfully, and took his whip from the squire's hand and walked out of the tent.

The soldiers were already sorting out firewood, barrels and other miscellaneous items, and there was still a faint smoke in the morning air, and the Danes came with a wooden plate, and the prince grabbed his breakfast directly: "Ulf, now invite the counts." ”

While eating breakfast, Edgar listened to the battalion officer's routine morning report, and confirmed the details from the number of soldiers in each battalion to the slaughter of the horses and the drinking water, and so on, just as the nobles had arrived at the tent, the prince put down his breakfast, greeted everyone, and gave an order: "March to York today, the whole army is ready to cross the Yor River in the afternoon, the reconnaissance and the capture of the bridge are under the responsibility of the cavalry squadron of the Earl of Northampton, I will lead the main force, and the Earl of Northumbria and the Governor of Durham are responsible for guarding all the baggage vehicles." If the front army is intercepted by the enemy, we should immediately return and report, the Normans are ahead of us, please prepare for today's battle. ”

The battalion responded violently, and according to the drills of the past six months, they began to perform their duties, and the newly joined Mercia and Durham militia also began to pull out the camp in an orderly manner.

In anticipation of the imminent contact with the enemy, the marching knights and soldiers were dressed in full armor and ready to meet the enemy. Prince Edgar wore a red shirt with long chain mail, a Norman nose guard helmet carved on the chain, a dragon carved on the front, a pair of chain gloves, and a leather belt with gold-inlaid spurs on the back of his boots.

The coolness of the morning was quickly dispelled by the sun, and the English, marching in silence, suddenly began to sing war songs in unison:

"Sharpen steel, son of the white dragon!

Light the torch, sons and daughters of Hungist!

Steel shines, not for the banquet hall carving,

Hard and wide, cold and sharp.

The torch is bright, not for the bride's spring boudoir,

The light and smoke were swirling, and the bruises were like burning sulfur.

Sharpen the steel, the crow hisses and screams!

Light the torch, the Demon King Zenebock roars!

The black clouds pressed down on the fortress of Sain, and the goshawk in the clouds struck with a long whi.

Don't make a sound, gray knight on the black clouds,

Your feast is ready! ”

Half a day's journey was quickly passed, and when it was near noon, Prince Edgar seemed to feel that he heard the sound of the river, and was in doubt, when he saw several knights galloping towards him, and they quickly rushed to the front of the prince, and the tall knight led by him replied loudly: "My lord, the Normans are ahead, the enemy has discovered our army, and the Earl of Northampton is leading the army back!" ”

Edgar took a deep breath when he heard this, and then replied in a majestic voice: "Got it, change a horse, and give me the order for the whole army to start arranging." The prince quickly gave a detailed order, and at this time the knights of the front team also arrived, and according to the follow-up instructions, they joined the formation of the Englishmen who were forming the team.

To the right of the Prince's squadron was a Thorn from London, who clutched the fluttering dragon flag and watched excitedly as the iron-clad English knights lined up beside him like hounds. The young rider felt his heart beating fast, according to the English tradition, in the king's army, the Kent had the privilege of being the first to attack the enemy, and it was the traditional right of Londoners to protect the royal flag, defending the king himself, he was the only one born in London in Edgar's English army, so he obtained this glorious position of holding the royal flag, at this time, the dragon flag in his hand reflected a golden light, shining in the gold and iron around him.

When Count Robert arrived at this battlefield, he saw the whole army of England that had been arrayed, the sun shining in the direction of the Normans, and the enemy iron horse in front of him was dazzling, but the Count was extremely excited, as if he had smelled a bloody beast. The Normans were all cavalry, and they were not shaken by the appearance of the enemy, but only indifferently and slowly entered the battlefield, except for the horses under their seats, which snorted from time to time, perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable with the daylight. Hueger of Evler was in the first column of the Normans, and as the second son of a family, this Norman knight was eager to gain his own territory in England, and the English on the opposite side were not very numerous, but half of them were on horseback, which made him feel a little disdainful. At Hastings, King Harold's guards wielded Danish axes at the Norman knights, which had made him wary of the English warriors' skill in foot, but with Harold's 3,000 elite royal guards gone, who in England could hold back the Norman horsemen? Even the Earl of Mercia and the Earl of Northumbria, who had fought with the Norwegians, looked vulnerable under their own horses' hooves, and the power of the Normans, could these poor rookies who were trying to learn from Handan be able to stop them?

The fiery Norman knights soon changed from a long dragon to the shape of a wave: Count Robert did not despise the enemy because of his superiority, and according to the Norman method of warfare, he formed a full nine hundred knights into three batailles (front and rear), each of which consisted of twelve conroi, and these detachments of twenty or thirty men were each lined up in two rows, and were tightly bound together like iron cables, and their swords and spears seemed to emit a terrifying poisonous flame, burning in the midst of the battle.

The Earl of Moka's face turned a little pale, and the Mercians beside him also nervously held their shields and weapons, perhaps to cheer up their own side, the English suddenly began to chant "Ute", and they sang as they struck their shields with their weapons, which was the battle cry that once resounded through the battlefield of Hastings, at first it was a low chant, and gradually it became louder and louder like a ripple spreading, until it became a roar of rage that broke through the four fields and heard the clouds. This strange scene, as if the ancient pagan army was returning, reminded many Normans of the bloody battles of the past, and the thin front of the English people was suddenly transformed into the rock-solid iron wall of the beginning, and a kind of battle frenzy finally descended on these knights who had seemed lazy.