The England from the north and south arrived in Mercia a few days later under the command of Prince Edgar and the Earl of Moka, and the Norman evacuation left these areas borderless for the time being, with the Earl of Mercia and the Welsh only controlling Fort Hereford to the south, while most of the Thanes in Shropshire had not yet received orders from Edric, and only a few militias had been mobilized.

Edgar made his way south, with little hindrance, only to meet a fugitive Chestersaine near the Lugar River, who was rescued by Martin "Scud" and taken to Edgar and Mocca as he approached the River.

"What the hell is going on?" Count Moka asked with a worried face.

The Chesters, while being bandaged and enduring pain, replied: "We went to war with the Welsh of Glamorgan, and the Gwents soon fled, and we were attacked by the enemy's cavalry, and our losses were so great that we had to retreat. After escaping from the Welsh mountains, a group of Joxter's Sain suddenly began to mutiny, and we were outnumbered, and the Earl was dragged down by the brutes and stabbed to death. I bled so much from the sword that they thought I was dead too, and then they snatched all our things and ran away. ”

Earl Moka was shocked to hear of Edwin's death, he screamed and almost fell off his horse, the earl's eyes were bloody, his face was pale, and Prince Edgar on the side was so frightened that he was afraid that he would faint immediately from his grief.

However, Count Moka quickly came to his senses, and shouted that the Chester Sein immediately take him to the scene of Earl Edwin's body, and Prince Edgar immediately sent for a carriage. Before sunset, they finally arrived at the site of the incident, the grass was stained black with blood, and the bodies of Earl Edwin and several guards were piled together, gnawed by ravens and wild beasts, and their eyes were gone, and the corpses seemed to have been looted and thrown here.

Seeing this, Edgar and Count Moka dismounted together, Count Edwin's mutilated face was extremely hideous, and the prince carefully examined his body, and after his armor was stripped off, five or six wounds were exposed to the flesh, and he immediately recognized that one of the arteries had ruptured, and it was this wound that killed Count Mercia.

While Count Moka was weeping bitterly, Martin, beside Hereward, began to observe the nearby ground, and then he came to Prince Edgar and said, "My lord, those murderers have fled to the northeast. ”

Edgar looked up and replied a little nonchalantly, "It's been so long, I can't catch up." ”

Martin replied with blazing eyes: "My lord, they made a mistake, that is, they stole all the horses of Lord Count Mercia, if they were just bent on escaping, we would not have been able to catch up, but these guys are too greedy to run away with a large group of horses, and this trace cannot be concealed!" ”

Count Moka suddenly stood up: "My lord, we will start chasing now, we must catch this group of brutes and divide the corpses!" ”

The count's cheeks were still stained with tears, but his expression was as terrible as the north wind, and his chest roared like thunder and lightning, and the tide of rage was raging, even the troll of the sea, Fastitocaron, could hardly bear it. When Edgar saw his appearance, he immediately said without thinking: "Okay, let's take twenty knights together and pursue it all night!" ”

Then the prince gave a brief explanation to Hereward, and told him to camp with the Erie militia and the rest of the knights, and wait for his return before heading to Fort Hereford.

On a moonlit night, the English pursued all the way under the guidance of Martin, and some nearby villagers heard the sound, thinking that there was a wild beast going out, so they were so frightened that they closed the door tightly and couldn't sleep all night. At dawn, when the English knights followed the hoof prints on the ground to Longonore, near the River Meniford, Martin suddenly pointed into the distance and shouted to Prince Edgar: "These hoof prints are new, they are not far ahead!" ”

When Count Moka heard this, he was about to speed up, but Edgar stopped him: "They can't run, feed the horses first and then chase them!" ”

Edgar said to Martin again: "You go and investigate first, find out where they are hiding, don't alarm the other party, and come back and report directly." ”

After half an hour, Martin "Scud" returned in the faint morning light, and the Welshman reported to Edgar: "My lord, they are camped in the raven cave ahead, and I dare not go any further for fear of alarming the horses." ”

Edgar nodded, and whistled to the knights beside him, and everyone mounted their horses, and Edgar saddled his shield and put on his helmet before giving the order to set off. The knights, who had not rested all night, did not tire of it, and after passing through a forest of deer by the river, they headed straight for the thieves' den. Seeing the group of sleeping rebels, the Earl of Morka rushed first, while Edgar and the other knights lined up in the rear, and then accelerated to a great stride and began to charge, until when they saw the Count of Morka riding alone into the enemy's camp, the English knights drew their swords at the command. Next, Martin in the rear watched Prince Edgar and the knights march into camp, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, these horses repeatedly attacked the enemy camp with the most graceful posture, and dozens of rebellious Mercia Sain were almost trampled into flesh and blood under the iron hooves.

Affected by this charge, the horses beside the camp began to go berserk, and the ten English knights who had completed the attack immediately stepped forward and finally stopped the commotion.

In the afternoon of the same day, Helward saw the returning English knights enter the camp with nearly fifty horses, and the Earl of Moka looked as if he had lost his strength, but he only came down from the saddle with the iron helmet that had been captured in his arms, which had belonged to Edwin, with the help of the guards.

Exhausted, Ed fell asleep after joining the tent, and that night, when he was awakened, he learned from Hereward about a series of events in Mercia and Wales: the Normans of Warchester had withdrawn, which meant that he did not need to fight to take the nearby area. What made him even more ridiculous was that the situation in Wales had taken an unexpected turn, and the messenger sent from Gwent to Hereford had just received news from Caladog, King Kadugan of Glamorgan had fallen from his horse while leading his cavalry to pursue the Gwentes in person, and Caladoger had successfully counterattacked after losing the battle and had recaptured his territory. This messenger had come to recover the Earl of Mercia and asked him for help from the English, who wanted him to support him as the new King of Glamorgan!