The enemy's movements were unusually slow, and the infidels did not show up when the English carried the baggage, which had been guarded by the squires and the Danish priests, into the ruins.

"Your Majesty, it has been done according to your orders."

Edgar put down an arrow in his hand and looked up, it was almost noon, the air finally had a little temperature, and just as he exhaled a breath of white mist, a cloud of dust appeared in the direction of the riverbed in the distance, which was bent like an old man's veins.

The barbarian team appeared, still seemingly far away, but Edgar could see the other's scrawny appearance.

"What are they flying under what banner?" Edgar asked a Danish priest of England.

"Your Majesty, these pagans come from different tribes, and they smear witchcraft charms on their horseskins as flags, just as the Danes used to draw on their shields."

"Do you know how many tribes there are on the other side?"

"The four largest tribes, from the Obertrites to the Varnas, all came, and under the banner painted with white trees, the Drevani, who occupied a fortress built by Charlemagne and a hill on the banks of the Elbe."

Edgar looked closely, and there were two thousand men on the other side, but there were very few horses, most of them were not armoured, their longest spears were less than ten feet, and an adult's arm raised enough to reach the rivets below the tip of the spear.

Although it was a terrible ambush, Edgar's choice to stay in front of the confrontation offset the adverse effects of the opponent's procrastination, and for the battle-hardened English knights, the wait was much more painful than the actual battle. But the Slavs did not seem to be in a hurry, and they roared and shouted at the English knights, who numbered less than two hundred, and the rude roar almost made it seem that the warriors on the other side were grizzly bears.

"These brutes scream louder than my wife." A Northumbrian Dane muttered, causing a burst of laughter among the English.

"Who wants to send an invitation to the Slavic king on my behalf?" Edgar's voice was like a bell, and his eyes swept over the dozens of courtiers around him.

So the Northumbrian knight stepped out of the line and, according to the old custom, proudly threw a spear at the opposite side.

The huge enemy formation finally began to move, they were almost moving their feet as if they were shackled, and Edgar learned from the Saxons that these heretics were good at sneak attacks and were masters of ambush harassment, but this kind of assault was not their forte.

The king of England put on his helmet, and beside him, the English raised their spears and shields intensively, facing the main forces of the enemy. The entire ruins of the village are protected by a breastwork made of various materials, and the only chalk wall is a crossbowman stationed to control the central heights of the ruins.

There were a thousand whirlpools in the wind, like the never-ending pulse of a river, and like the low cry of Freya's glittering golden tears. A leader of the Slavic pagans wore an iron pointed helmet, a nose in the shape of a star, and a bright bronze band riveted with lightning patterns above his eye sockets, and he was the only one in the front row of the large crowd who wore short-sleeved chain mail, and the rest of the warriors were best defended by leather armor.

The Slavs were like sparrows in a rice field, gray and overwhelming. Most of the young attendants in the back row had never seen such a terrible sight, and they were all trembling slightly.

In a single shot, the sharp edge of the shield wall of England reaped more than a dozen lives, and beyond the distance of the spear point, the infidels who wielded short spears and axes were powerless, and there were no figures among them who were good at using spears.

Edgar had trained in all kinds of weapons, from sabers and lances to swords and Saxon daggers, and he knew that a true warrior must be familiar with many weapons, even if he could only use a single sword, and he must learn to use it against different types of weapons, otherwise even the best fencing master in the world would die in the face of a spearman with no bad skills.

The Slavic chieftain threw his spear as he charged, but was caught by Martin in mid-air, and the Welsh squire fought in the first row of the shield wall in place of his lord Hereward, who was so experienced that he immediately pulled out the rivet from the spear and threw it back, the tip of which struck the hard ground, and then fell off the ash pole and could never be thrown back as a javelin.

The pagan lord was not a weak hand, and when he saw that his attack was unfavorable, he drew his sword and turned the round shield of his left hand to the side of the swordsman, this inward rotation position made his left side show a flaw, and the English knight on his right immediately stabbed his spear straight into his lower abdomen, but this stab was turned outward by his recoiled shield, and by this opportunity, the Slavic chief crossed the point of the spear and approached the knight, piercing the opponent's eyeball, and a crystal burst came from the end of the blade.

Martin soon saw who was the most menaceous among the enemy, and struck him diagonally with his shield, almost flying out of his hand, which caused a piercing pain in his elbow, and the Slavic chieftain was struck in the jaw so hard that he almost lost consciousness, and was pierced by the English spear of the second row, which had a sharp blade a full length of elt, pierced through the chain mail, and even pierced through the body, and the Slavs felt like a small tree had grown on their shoulders.

After subduing the lord, there were no more warriors like this in the rest of the people, and the shield wall of the English began to push forward until they stepped over the breastwork and condescendingly pinned the remnants of the enemy in front of them to the ground, and then retreated.

The Slavs' bows and arrows began to come from the flanks, and after the previous scouts suffered losses, the English quickly learned their lesson, lowered their shields, lowered their heads, and let the arrows wash away their shields.

It was this Slavic arrow that Edgar had seen from the Saxons, with the blade deliberately made backwards in the shape of a spiral, which was used to fill it with arrow poison, which was also the same arrow in Herryward's face.

Fortunately, the bows of these pagans were not of high quality, and the birch arrows were difficult to penetrate the iron armor, so as long as the knights took care of their defenses, they would not be harmed, and at this time the English squires at the top of the chalk wall began to shoot at the Slavic archers who tried to flank the flanks with light crossbows, which were about three hundred pounds and could be wound with foot aid, and special clips were added to the back to facilitate shooting from the top down, which was produced in the original fight against the Danish invasion, and was only available in reserve at the Tower of London and York Town Hall.

The king of the Slavs, Kruto, saw that the people of the Bolabi tribe were defeated, his face did not change, his strength was ten times that of the other party, and the current situation was nothing more than a little more effort, not to mention that once the battle was dragged out until sunset, the advantage would be transferred to his side.

"Tell everyone that by tomorrow I will salt the corpses of those infidels into jerky!"