The right flank of the English line, a section of the Uss River, was exposed, and the troops from Locien were the first to notice this, and in the midst of the uproar the soldiers immediately collapsed, and a moment later the enemy camp on the opposite bank poured out a large burst of fire, and swooped down in two columns to the north, a horrible sight that overshadowed the defenders near the ramparts.

Prince Edgar ignored the pale-faced Earl of Moka beside him, and sent orders to the attendants who were already on guard, and these Sein and the guards, although nervous, went to the respective camps. Count Moka resisted the urge to flee and asked Edgar, whose face remained unchanged, "My lord, where are we retreating?" ”

The prince stared at the Norman column rushing from the frozen ice, and calmly replied: "I have asked the Earl of Benicia to organize the battalions to retreat to York, and now we are here to block the enemy!" ”

The more than sixty English knights who followed the prince quickly gathered on the embankment wall, and in the cold wind, these knights in iron clothes and embroidered clothes looked at the enemy in front of them, their eyes did not move for a moment, but they silently drew their swords out of their sheaths, and looked like they were pressing the frost and snow. Count Moka let out a deep breath, and the white mist quickly cleared into the cold night, and he took the shield and a spear from the guard, and stood in the array to the right of Prince Edgar.

King William was now dressed and came to the outside of the camp, the thick fur blocked the cold, the king's heart was even more hot, and the oncoming cold wind was also unaware, and the black shadows on the opposite bank, from west to east, everywhere the Norman attack column went, all resistance melted like ice and snow. The ramparts, which had been frozen stronger, peeled off in layers under the onslaught of their own side, and the flames continued to force in the direction of the swamp. William smiled at Longueville beside him, "As I expected, it seems that tonight's event is decided." Have all the follow-up forces follow to capture the position, then pursue the remnants of the enemy! ”

The blood of the English was flowing everywhere on the snow, and the Normans, who were becoming more and more courageous, finally came to Edgar and the others, and they rushed in a dense queue to the enemy soldiers in front of them who seemed to maintain a little morale, only to see the English counterattack with long swords as sharp as dragon's teeth, and they slammed into the Normans' formation, and the strength of the shield made the Normans stop their momentum. Prince Edgar shouted: "English, now the enemies who mock you will pay the price for their contempt!" With a swift swing of his sword, he slashed at a Norman knight with a pendant on his chest, slashed his sword-wielding arm, and then pressed him down, stepping on the fallen sword in his enemy's hand, stabbing him in the face with swiftness, penetrating several inches from the nose guard of his helmet, and then pulling it out, allowing his blood to splatter on the ground.

Some of the Norman squires, still holding their spears, tried to get out of the melee, but were knocked to the ground and trampled by the English knights. In this bloodshed, the Normans attacking from the south began to fill the ditch in front of the embankment with wood and whatever they could find, and the sudden resistance of the English prevented the Normans from continuing the slaughter, but the trench in front of the embankment was not too deep and was being filled with visible speed. Seeing this new offensive, the Earl of Moka kept the enemy at bay as he tried to climb the embankment, raising his kite-shaped shield and spear stabbing fiercely, and the enemy was constantly pushed down, but the new attackers increased until they began to overwhelm the English defenders.

At this time, Prince Edgar almost slipped from the blood on the ground, and he looked to the left and right, and in the field of vision obscured by his helmet, the shield walls of the English knights were getting thinner and thinner, and the dead comrades and the corpses of the enemy were lying together, and on the other side, the soldiers of the Count of Moka were also struggling to support themselves. Edgar suddenly felt a little weak, the bloody stimulation made him fight hard, but now his physical strength had been violently depleted, and his armor was becoming heavier, and a Norman with a painted helmet slashed at him with a heavy broadsword, and the Theon beside the prince tried to block the blow, but his body was exposed, and his right abdomen was pierced, and his intestines flowed to the ground. Edgar's shoulder was struck by the blow, his blades aching as if they had been shattered, and the Englishman quickly pulled him to the back of the line before he could fall to the ground. Seeing that the prince was badly wounded, the Count of Moka, ignoring the enemy still pouring in ahead, gave the order to all the remaining Englishmen to retreat.

On the way to York, the Earl of Morka hurried anxiously in the direction of the distant city wall, while constantly watching Edgar who was carried on the shoulders of the English. The road was covered with snow, and their speed was not fast, but the Normans were still clearing the routs in the rear, so they managed to reach the camp on the plain, and the knights who were stationed there immediately gathered horses and escorted Edgar to the city of York.

When King William finally entered the fortress of the English, the snow was soaked in blood, and the fire of the Norman army was reflected in the snow, and the vast river of the Ouse River was winding eastward. Encouraged by the victory, the knights from Anjou marched to the castle of York, where they led a small number of soldiers to besiege all three small forts around them, and then immediately sent men to report back to the king.

The Earl of Benicia immediately sent his eldest son, Uhtred, to convey strict orders to all the defenders, and then divided into several teams to suppress the chaos, and under the strong iron fist, the situation gradually stabilized. The remaining English nobles, however, who had withdrawn to the city, looked uneasy, and when the Bishop of Durham finally came out of the courtyard, they gathered around him. The bishop only nodded his head, indicating that Prince Edgar was fine, which relieved everyone. The Earl of Moka and the Earl of Northampton returned together to the English knights and told them the news, which immediately caused a burst of cheers.

After a brief period of peace of mind, the Count of Benicia began to think about the situation after the defeat tonight, if Edgar was seriously wounded and died, the northerners would probably have to choose to surrender after losing their orthodox leader. But it wasn't much better now, there was so much blood shed tonight, and the English were now less than two thousand remnants left, plus the six hundred garrisons on the other side of York Castle, stationed in four castles, large and small. With these forces against the Norman army of nearly 10,000, the prospects were not optimistic at all, and Gespartik looked at the wounded soldiers who were constantly being sent to the church, the scattered blonde hair and blood stains on the robes of the soldiers around him, and his heart was as cold as the ice and snow on the white mountains of the west.