"What do you know about Count Odo?" Edgar asked suddenly.

"He's a second son, which is certainly better than an illegitimate son like me, but it's not enough for a proud guy like him. The only things he loves are rebellion, women and his hounds. The Count of Wren replied on horseback.

"His hound?" The king asked curiously.

"Yes, Otto has a lot of hounds in his hall, and I hate those brutes." Jeffrey shrugged.

"Why?"

"When I was a child, my dear uncle was fond of hounds, and I guess he didn't have so many sons to bite for him, so he let his hounds guard his hall, and none of us dared to go in casually, and his castle was never short of fanged brutes." The Count tightened his cloak again as he spoke, as if the cold wind had made it difficult for him to speak.

"How's his army?" Edgar asked again.

"Your Majesty must have seen many of you, and when I heard of Hastings, the army trained by Odo was on the front line. The old man may have been old, but his skill in leading the army had not been lost, and the wretched creature of Hoel, with seven thousand men, was swept across the river by Otto and his sons, and all of them were driven into the water. The Count commented, in a solemn tone, as if with a hint of awe.

"In that case, it looks like our plan needs to be revised this time." Edgar spoke.

"What does Your Majesty mean?"

"I have an idea." Edgar gestured with a horsewhip and continued.

While the Count of Odo was admiring the steel blade of a new sword in the city of Nantes, an envoy from England suddenly arrived, and the Count of Ponthierville put away his sword and said to the Englishman: "What is it that has made you come all the way here to die?" ”

"My lord, I'm just here to deliver the news." The envoy of England appeared very confident, and the silver buckle on his shawl seemed to indicate the extraordinary status of his master.

"Give me a reason not to throw you to my hound."

The Englishman took a helmet from the bag behind him and threw it in front of Count Odo. The Count immediately recognized it as belonging to his son Geoffrey.

"How's he doing?" The Count had a cold expression, but his slightly hurried tone betrayed his mood.

"Lord Geoffrey died a heroic death, and our King does not wish to humiliate his body, so he is willing to exchange it with your lordship." The Englishman replied aloud.

Count Odo's face turned pale, and then he gritted his teeth and squeezed out: "What conditions do you have?" ”

"We hope that the adults can provide our army with food and grass, and send it to Rennes within seven days to supply our army's operations in Normandy." The tone of the English is naturally as if they are asking for breakfast.

"I'll think about it." The Count looked thoughtful, and after a moment agreed to the request.

After the English messenger had departed, the Earl of Odo summoned all the knights, announced to them the news of the English, and said, "That boy Edgar probably thinks that we are the barbarians of Ireland, and wants to use this trick against me. His army should be on his way here, and he ordered everyone to assemble at once, prepare to ambush the enemy, and make sure that the barbarians have no return! ”

The Bretons gathered from all sides, and after half a day they set out from Nantes and marched along the road to Rennes.

In the sound of snow, a black and oppressive team appeared in the eyes of the Bretons, and at this time the Count of Odo was still in the rear cavalry array, only the sound of killing in front was heard, and the Bretons began to pour around the enemy line from all directions, and the English knights soon began to flee backwards, and only the infantry in the front was bloodily slaughtered.

Count Odo put on his iron helmet, shook off the snowflakes from his thick fur shawl, and began to whip up the assault, and behind him were a large number of knights in chain mail, under the command of the princes on horseback, and began to charge forward with the Count's banner. The Bretons were so strong that the English infantry trapped in the road could only resist in a circular shield wall, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before these small circles were broken through under the onslaught of the Breton army.

However, the Earl did not want to give the enemy any time, he wanted to destroy the infantry as soon as possible, and then pursue the fleeing English knights. From beginning to end, the Earl's goal was the King of England himself, and in such weather, the cavalry of England could not run too fast, and as long as they defeated their main infantry, those knights would only be captured by their own knights one by one like chickens.

It was already dark, but the English were still resisting, and the Breton knights slowly rushed in from the snow and ice, and in the neighing of horses, some of the ring shield walls were knocked open, and the Breton soldiers began to pour in, and this fierce offensive made the situation of the English immediately precarious.

A flock of crows suddenly flew between the woodlands beside the road, and a strange sound appeared in the ears of everyone on the battlefield, Count Odo was fighting on the front line, his long sword almost piercing through the enemy's body.

Between the snowy forests came a large number of lightly armed longbowmen, who descended on the Danish sleds as if they were dancing around the bloody battlefield, and then began to raise their bows and fire their arrows in arcs like a biting north wind into the flanks of the Bretons who were crowded together. The cone-shaped armor-piercing arrows caused countless terrible wounds on the bodies of those enemies covered by iron rings and thick robes, and some were shot in the head, and the sharp arrows pierced through them, and blood holes appeared between the necks and noses, and the knights' mounts suffered great damage, and they fell into the slush one after another, struggling in this chaos, but there was no room to escape.

The King's Dragon Banner flew from behind, and the knights of the English finally reappeared! Under the leadership of King Edgar and the Earl of Rennes, a group of English and Brittany knights swept from the two wings, and in the iron light, some of the Breton knights under the command of the Earl of Rennes directly threw their spears, and these pikes made of steel and ash flew into the chaotic enemy formation, almost cutting off many formations directly. The stubborn resistance of the English infantry bought time for this assault, and in the deafening cheers, the cavalry line behind King Edgar struck the enemy like an iron whip, causing a dripping wound at once, and the dance of blood and steel was staged in the center of this battlefield, and the Bretons who were bleeding from the nose and mouth by the fierce blows of the English knights suffered huge casualties, and countless skilled elite knights were slaughtered in batches like wild dogs on the side of the road, and no one would ever think that they would die in such a situation, The precious sword fell all over the ground, trampled into the snow, covered with mud, and all the besieging arrays shook violently, and then fell apart, and in the midst of this chaos, no one found that the noble Count of Odo, the regent of Brittany, an ally of the Normans, had fallen to the ground, trampled by countless pairs of boots, and his body stained with blood.