It was Norman custom to impose a curfew on all lands under the control of the Norman Hoof, and as soon as the bell rang, all lights had to be extinguished, and in England, the Normans carried out this decree very thoroughly. It wasn't until the golden sun scorched the haze of the Tyran valley that the abbot of St. Lizier saw the huge castle on the opposite side again, the dawning morning light and the cool air fighting on the banks of the river, victory would eventually belong to the one who brought the light, the abbot looked at the golden sun on the banner of Saint-Denis opposite, and felt a cold breath of death penetrate his chest and envelop his heart.

He looked at the blade that peeked out of his chest, blood foaming from his mouth, and he felt the pain of his lungs fighting for the cold air, and he didn't know what the roar of the world was reaching his skull, causing his eardrums to rumble. The dean failed to see his killer, and the proud saint fell to the dust, his back trampled by a chain-iron boot, and the blade of his sword passed through his flesh and was pulled out again. The killer picked up his shawl and wiped the blood from it, and his hood fell, revealing Drogo's hideous face.

"Please forgive me." Drogo seemed to hear the wolves howl in his heart, "I will remember you." ”

Thus began the day's bloodshed, the slaughter first began from the north of the Norman camp, and Robert, Earl of Iul, suddenly turned into a ferocious dragon, leading his army to wield iron swords and shields to roll up a whirlwind, the blades of which filled the air, cutting through the surface of the armor, or penetrating the cracks, shattering all kinds of organs, and surrounding the killing array was surrounded by the breath of steel, like the branches and leaves of the growing vines quickly piercing and filling the air. The hazy iron light soon swept southwest, and Baudri de Beauguiense, whose jaw had been cut off, became the first victim of Guy of Pontillo, a valiant knight descended from the Teutonic Baudric, whose embroidered armor still shone brightly, but the heart that had been beating a moment earlier had been extinguished.

Guy spat and then raised his sword, his face already distorted: "All behind me, not a single captive left!" ”

The air that emitted the stench of leather armor continued to swirl, and a new vicious battle had just been staged, and at this moment, everyone saw a miracle, the Norman Duke William suddenly appeared on the battlefield, he was not wearing a helmet, everyone could see that face, it was the person they had been fighting with for more than thirty years, the warriors who were fighting involuntarily stopped waving their weapons and shields, the rebels and the resisters were a little overwhelmed, and the soldiers did not know what was happening.

But the day was destined to lead to unknowable chaos, and the duke, with the hope of calming the chaos, passed through the shadows, and almost reached the center of this battlefield, but the horn sounded, which reminded everyone like thunder, that the short sluggishness was broken, and the killing continued—the duke was only one person, and they would not stop today because of one person, either killing others or being killed by others, and all people on the battlefield were equal, almost equal.

New guests arrived, and after the trumpet, the Frankish army entered the narrow heights from both directions, and the figures floated in the dense forest, and these guests did not come to the feast empty-handed, their horses glittered with spears and blades, and the King of France, the Count of Flanders, and Robert of Normandy all arrived!

At first, the king seemed to try to pray before the battle, and even the sound of chants came from a certain direction, but the land was too restless to hesitate, and his hounds had been restrained for too long to control the smell of blood. So the Franks rushed into the whirlpool with a sea of might, and let their spears break, their shields shattered, and their horses fall, and these princes and knights would not stop until they had killed the land before them.

"God save us!" William of Mortan was already frightened, but when he saw William Lealforth riding into battle, he gritted his teeth and rode forward in the direction of the Duke himself.

No one knows what happened on this day: how the famous lords and knights fell and died, the chroniclers could only contemplate beside the sleeping black cat, imagining many non-existent episodes, about the heroism of the Normans and the Franks, who still cannot recount them all, only that King Philip stood tall before the Duke of Normandy, outperforming all his ancestors, and even most of his descendants.

However, all historical writers will recount the end of this day, when Robert de Normandy finally completed his revenge under the gaze of the castle of Geberois, stabbing his father off his horse with a spear, a Greek tragedy that the ancient pagan gods could not bear to look at. If it weren't for the intervention of fate, the tragedy of this day might have reached its peak at this moment. The scene of the Duke of Normandy falling from the saddle was so lamentable, not to mention what happened next, that in front of Duke William appeared a Saxon, and his flag bearer, Torquay, son of Vigold de Saine of Wallingford, planted the crow banner on the ground, bounced forward, and sheltered the fallen Duke himself with his body, his pale yellow shirt stained red with blood, and the Englishman suddenly laughed, and the smile quickly froze, for he was already exhausted.

Robert froze in place, the scene in front of him was like a nightmare, and he remembered that his father had never been so old and embarrassed. His anger vanished at the sight of the blood on the old man's thigh, and he dismounted and stepped forward to help his father, and William looked up. Two men, father and son, beside the corpse of an Englishman, hugged each other in unison, and suddenly wept bitterly together.

But the Duke soon regained his senses, and began to curse Robert viciously, until the Normans and Franks had ceased to fight, and when the father and son were discovered, they maintained such a vicious attitude.

The battle could no longer continue, and the battle of Rebelua was heartbroken for everyone, the Normans lost thousands of their elites, and the Count of Flanders and King Philip also suffered nearly half of the losses, the biggest gain was the defection of the Count of Iu and others, but all this depends on the final arrangement of William and Robert's father and son.

"Our hopes have been lost." Half a month later, Odric heard his lord Drogo say angrily.

The Flemish lord had hoped to rely on the support of the French king to reclaim his land, but his evil deeds were so horrific that Philip was unwilling to stand up for him, and William and Robert eventually reconciled with the mediation of Madame Matilda, which meant that the Normans and Flemish who had rebelled would not be punished, except for Drogo.

"My lord, where the hell are we going?" Audrick boldly probed.

"Do you remember that Italian letter from earlier?" Drogo asked his attendant, and without waiting for an answer, continued, "The Greeks have just changed an emperor, presumably a soldier named Alexios, who betrayed his old master: the previous emperor. ”

"What's the matter with us?" Aldrick certainly doesn't think so, and he knows that any change in power means opportunity.

"My Odrick, in Sicily, Robert of the House of Otville is preparing for war against this Alexios, to reclaim the throne for his in-laws, the deposed Emperor of Greece. This fellow wrote to almost all the lords of Normandy, urging us to join in his adventure and conquer the great city of Constantinople......"

At the same time, King Edgar of England also heard the outcome of this confrontation, he quietly looked at his newborn son Edmund, shook his head and sighed: "How terrible it is that the lion in the twilight of winter can only live miserably and proudly, and does not need to be sobbed by anyone." ”