The ebb tide of the sea had such a terrible effect that Rodrigo left the entire Flemish right flank exposed to his cavalry without a single soldier. Teardrop-shaped shields and runic round helmets are forming a new tide that sweeps across the white sand.

After Robert had retreated to the center at this time, his body, which was accustomed to hunting falconry, could no longer adapt to the intensity of the fight, and the Count of Flanders still felt dizzy in the saddle, so when the first battle cry of the English knight came, he almost took it as the clamor of the seabirds.

But the apocalyptic chant revealed the final judgment of the weapon in the blink of an eye, and more than seven hundred ironclad knights wielding their spears into the sky burned, and silver dust was sprinkled on the plains of war.

A chill grabbed Count Robert's throat: where did they come from?

Northumbria's blue-eyed guards and Welsh red-haired knights spread their crimson shawls, and the trumpeter's horn shook the air and spread the magic of killing.

Hereditary nobles dominated the ranks of the heavy cavalry, the steel armor on the cage and the locks on the thighs converging into a cold light at a frantic speed, and the tips of the spears were flattening, sticking out diagonally, and slamming into the wounded horses and remnants of the Flemish horses.

The sea breeze blew through the chains of the chain mail guards, the steel trembled, and fear reigned on the ground.

With no shields to be hit, no sawdust to splash around, Bruges' elite cavalry simply melted.

"Hold your ground, coward!" The Count of Flanders saw this humiliating scene from a distance, and his beard curled up in anger, "What about your oath? What about your knightly reputation? ”

The sound of thousands of weapons falling to the ground was very pleasant, and the iron hooves of "Bavieca" almost stepped on the shield and sword axe into the battlefield near the Count of Flanders, and on the back of this famous Spanish horse, the famous Count Rodrigo drew the immaculate steel "Corada" and pointed it directly at the enemy chieftain.

"Santiago!" Alva's roar pierced through several shields, instantly lifting Rodrigo's spirits.

Under the blow of this double breakthrough, the remnants of the guards around Robert were like leaves in the wind, and they were shaken, and the count saw the devastated appearance of these knights from Ghent, Aras and Bruges, and suddenly something burst in his body, and his fat body leaned forward violently, and took Father Gerbo to the ground with him.

Decades of pride crumbled.

"The Count of Flanders has surrendered!" The cheers dispersed like ripples, but an avalanche was created......

"The king of the south will be strong, but his vassals will be more powerful than he will rule over his own land......"

"Later, the princess of the south will marry the king of the north, but this covenant will be broken, and the king of the south and the princess will be betrayed......"

"The king of the north will invade the feudal territory of the king of the south, but he will eventually return to his homeland."

King Philip listened to the sermon of the monk from Amiens, his eyes closed slightly, and he did not know what he was thinking.

"Brother Peter, that's all for today." Philip's eyelids were not instantaneous, but it was as if he knew who had just entered.

The monk left the long hall with a slow but determined step, his dirty robes lapping against a stone statue of an ancient Merovingian king.

"My brother, have you longed for this crown?"

Count Hugg looked shocked, but before he could explain anything, Philip waved his hand: "This crown is as heavy as lead, and it crushes our father, and it is about to crush me. ”

Hugue, Count of Vimanduis, noticed that his brother's face was dark, and he looked more and more hideous.

Philip's voice became fierce: "Don't have pity on me, my brother. I can tolerate my meanness, but not failure! ”

"Your Majesty, I am willing to follow you north at any time and fight our enemies to the death."

Philip smiled for a moment, as if satisfied, but he did not give any answer, but fell to his knees and repeated the muffled prayer in a fearful tone.

"Do you believe his promises?" In the city of Rouen in Normandy, King Edgar asked lightly.

"If it were Lord Martin, I would definitely warn Your Majesty not to trust Robert." Count Rodrigo replied.

"I'm asking for your opinion."

"I'd rather believe a Christian vow." Disdain appeared between the corners of Rodrigo's sharp mouth, "His soul is his own business, but if this Flemish man reneges on his sacred oath, I will cut off his sword-holding hand." ”

"So be it." Edgar also did not want to spend any more time on the affairs of the Count of Flanders, "Tell him that we agree to release him on the condition that he accept three years of exile, and that if he wishes to go to the Holy Land, we will release five hundred Flemish knights in order to protect him to Jerusalem." ”

"The Duke of Normandy will be pleased." Rodrigo replied.

"My friend is so naïve, he wants the whole principality, but he doesn't want to shed a drop of the blood of his relatives." Edgar shook his head, as if to sigh something, "But the Count of Flanders is his uncle after all, and he wouldn't have had to go against my friend if it weren't for us." ”

"Who's next?" Rodrigo suddenly asked a question that made Edgar's mind tremble.

"William Lufus? No, he is not our opponent and not yet. The King of England did not seem to wish to say that name, but he eventually admitted to his most trusted brother-in-law, "The next person to be dealt with must be our cousin Philip." ”

"Why don't you let the queen ......," Rodrigo tried to persuade something, but gave up in the middle of speaking.

"Let's go hunting." Edgar felt a pinprick pain in his skull, and he wanted some fresh air, the conversation just suffocated him like the stinking city of Rouen.

The forest on the banks of the Seine was filled with golden light, and the king, having mounted his horse, rushed into the woodland in a statue-like pose, and the autumn wind could dispel any disturbing charms, and seeing that the king was so eager, Rodrigo also put on a boar's skin felt hat and chased after him with a bow.

In the distance, a stag approached the Count's mount in a panic, and Rodrigo was surprised that the king had let go of such a prey!

With graceful gestures, he shot the beautiful creature with an arrow, and alone placed the deer carcass on his horse, and led the horse close to the woods.

A withered leaf-colored rabbit scurried past the Count's feet, and a sense of foreboding began to arise in Rodrigo's heart.

A few insect chirps came from the swirling inky leaves, and the Count's dagger came out of its sheath, and he held on to the sickly spear-shaped dead trunk, almost feeling the ground churning from the roots to his fingertips.

The dark air was condensing, the emerald ground, the king's blonde hair was impressive, and the black hunting horse stood still, looking down at the master who had fallen to the ground.