Storming a city in the snow and ice was not easy for the Normans, and the cold touch made the pain of the injury almost imperceptible, only the piercing blood flowing. The war was not going well, and the king's mood was becoming more and more impatient, and lately only the Count of Mortan dared to directly disagree with him.

It seemed that there was so much blood that King William had lost interest in watching the battle, and just sat in the tent and waited for the battle reports that came in from time to time. When a dusty messenger entered, the king was taken aback by the face he revealed, and it was Hugg of Montfort, and William hurriedly got up: "Could it be that something has happened in London?" ”

The Norman nobleman replied to the king with a sad expression: "Your Majesty, Prince Richard has died. ”

The king almost fell, but shook off the hand that the other had reached out to try to support, and shouted, "What's the matter? ”

As Hugg began to tell the details of the matter, King William listened with a gloomy expression and a look as terrible as a wounded lion, and when he heard of the death of his beloved second son in the southern royal forest, he slammed the oak table in the center of the tent and drew his sword and nearly split all the seats into firewood. Unbeknownst to William the Conqueror, his second son Richard and third son Loufus had died in this "new forest" in the original history.

Still carrying his sword, the bloodshot in the eyes of the King of England seemed to spread, and he whispered to Huggy of Montfort: "Tell everyone that Prince Richard was seriously injured and killed while hunting, and not a word else!" Hug nodded in understanding, and then left the messy tent as if he had been pardoned.

King William soon sent an order to the guards outside the tent to have all Prince Richard's greyhounds slaughtered and buried in a new forest.

The Count of Benicia watched as the Norman attack was defused by his own soldiers, leaving Count Moka in command, and left the walls to meet Edgar. When he came to the tower where the prince was, he saw Bishop Ethelwyn, dressed in a pure gray pleated robe, trying to persuade the prince about something.

"Your Excellency, you're here." Edgar spotted a new guest and greeted him.

The bishop also stopped persuading, but passed a glance to the Count of Benicia, as if he had something to say in private.

"What, has the enemy come in?" Edgar continued.

Count Gaspatrick shrugged his shoulders, and the fur-studded armor also made a metallic sound: "Not yet, those bastards have run out of blood and haven't broken through." ”

The prince nodded, "There is no sign of the enemy digging tunnels?" ”

"The ground is frozen like iron, and when they dig into the city, the day of judgment will be near."

After confirming these things, Edgar spoke to the Earl and the Bishop: "The Bishop of Durham persuaded me to leave York just now, and I have thought about it repeatedly, this matter is not appropriate, our army is here, and our supporters are also here, and at this time I can only be an exile after leaving this fortress and fleeing." Although the losses are great now, our most important forces are still there, and as long as we defend carefully, there will always be times when the Franks will not be able to hold out. They also have many enemies, and as long as I am defending Northumbria, William's enemies will continue to observe, and once they find an opportunity, they will not let it go. Even the Danes, for whatever reason, will not be able to cross the sea and return this winter, and if we hold out until spring, new variables may arise on their side at any time. ”

The two nobles of the north beside him seemed to be encouraged by these words, and Bishop Ethelwyn replied: "I am sorry, my lord, but I should not despair because of the difficulties before me. Edgar waved his hand to show that it was okay, and said to the Count of Benicia: "The most important thing now is the food and grass supplies, I have prepared some of them before, and after the Danes left, they left a lot of provisions, and the enemy needs the main force to besiege at present, in order to prevent them from scattering their army and collecting supplies on a large scale, I have decided to go out of the city again." ”

This suggestion seemed too bold, and the Count hurriedly refused: "This is too dangerous, my lord, and your injuries have not healed yet, so send someone else." ”

Edgar disagreed: "It's just a little injury, not to mention it's just a harassment, to show the enemy some color, don't adults believe in my methods?" ”

The Earl naturally did not doubt the prince's courage and skill in battle, but he still refused to let him out of the city, and even proposed to be replaced by his own son, which was refused.

Edgar took a group of knights, and selected ten more Danes, all of whom took off their chain mail, and wore only a light-colored tunic covered with fur, and the prince Ben was not able to wear armor due to his wounds, and his body was covered with a white robe embroidered with golden leaf arabesques, and the party rode out on horseback. They came out through the side gate in the direction of York Castle, and the Danes, all armed with asymmetrical Norse longbows and quivers, and Edgar and the knights, spears in their hands, roared forward and swept towards the Norman column besieging the city to the south.

Until they were less than a hundred paces away from the enemy, the Danes dismounted and raised their bows and arrows, twisted their upper bodies sideways, and shot straight at the enemy in heavy armor. These Norman knights were unable to move in the snow, and they were all clumsily turning their heads and shouting, giving orders to meet the enemy, but they expected that a strong bow and arrow suddenly flew from the side, and the heavy arrow was pierced through the lock ring, and the knights were killed for a while. When Prince Edgar saw that the enemy was breached, he galloped through the snow, and all the English knights he led rushed steadily through the snow on the strong horses captured by the Normans, until the iron tip touched the enemy. The spear in Edgar's hand was nailed obliquely to a Norman knight, and then he drew his sword and slashed, the blood was everywhere, and the nearby Norman soldiers all dropped their battering rams and began to flee backwards, Edgar killed several people on his side, and then used his sword to cut off the spine of a Norman soldier from behind, and the blood dripped from the sword body to the snow, like a cuckoo.

Several Norman archers in the rear tried to rescue their siege echelons, but they were hit by Danish bows and arrows, and suffered heavy losses for a while, and the bowstring of one Norman soldier was even directly broken. Frightened by the opponent's arc arrow, the nearby Normans did not dare to move forward, so they could only let their own soldiers be killed by Edgar's knights.

King William was in the rear camp, and when he heard the news, he hurried out to watch the battle, only to see a somewhat familiar figure on the opposite side, galloping among the Normans, although he could not see the face under the iron helmet, a white robe was stained with blood, and behind him a knight holding the banner of the flying dragon was close to the guard, and the horse's hooves trampled the Norman soldiers on the ground.

When the king saw the heroic posture of these knights in the snow, as if he were savoring some pleasing scenery, he said to Longueville beside him: "This English boy is very capable, and it is no wonder that such a character can send so many rebellious followers to death." As he spoke, the Danes and English knights on the opposite side had cleared the enemy near the walls, and they all galloped towards the city.