The nobles are anxious, but the vast number of serf-born soldiers under their command will not, their interests are not much to do with their noble lords, even if the nobles are defeated, they can continue to be serfs under the Normans, after all, the Norman lords also need serf servants to work for them.

In the Middle Ages, when nationalism had not yet begun, the aristocratic lords did not want to use the so-called national righteousness to fool the ordinary people into giving them their desperate efforts, and in the eyes of the ordinary people, they were not the same kind of people at all, and naturally they would not believe in the so-called national righteousness.

The princes and kings of Ireland could now rely only on their knights, and the lords and knights were strongest in their oaths, fiefdoms, and the combination of affection and interest.

But unfortunately, the number of knights under the hands of the Irish nobles was too small, only a few about 3,000 people, and the knights scattered in the hands of the princes were more than a thousand, and as few as a hundred people, compared with the well-trained Norman knights and standing soldiers, both in quantity and quality.

The more anxious the Irish nobles were, the more likely they were to have problems, either by the raids of the Norman cavalry, or by the riots in one of the barracks because of the mistreatment of the soldiers by the noble knights, and the more they organized, the more often these things happened and seemed endless.

Under the harassment tactics of the Norman knights, the morale of the Irish coalition army dropped to a freezing point, which can be said to be the best time for the whole army to go out.

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At the junction of the Kingdom of Connaught and the Kingdom of Twilight, on the banks of the Shanon River, a huge army is flowing down the banks of the Shannon River, the marching procession winds like a long snake, and the large clouds of smoke and dust raised by the soldiers as they walk rise upward, as if to obscure the vicious sun in the sky.

On both sides of the procession, there were arrogant and domineering Irish knights riding and whipping, and they urged loudly, and from time to time whipped the whips in their hands at the ordinary soldiers, and the screams that rang out from time to time in the ranks seemed to make these Irish knights happy.

According to the information they had, the Normans were still wreaking havoc in the Kingdom of Connaught, and no one thought that the Normans would be able to move to their vicinity in a short period of time, so both the Irish princes and their vassals and knights were very relaxed, not noticing that the main Norman force had moved to the vicinity of the Irish coalition.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's the Normans coming, it's the Normans coming! ”

Mournful cries and warnings rang out on one side, and in all directions there were terrible howls and horses' hoofs, and the smoke and dust raised by the galloping cavalry were everywhere.

Surrounded, they were surrounded by the Normans, the Irish coalition soldiers on the march were desperate, surrounded by the devilish Normans, where was there to live? Even the Irish knight, who had always been confident, widened his eyes and had a frightened expression on his face.

The Norman knights didn't give them any time to react, they lined up in a neat and dense line, flattened their rifles, aimed at the belly of the Serpent-like queue of the Irish Coalition and rushed straight away, their goal was to stage the Irish Coalition in front and back, break it into several pieces, and then eliminate them one by one.

In fact, the main force of the Norman cavalry was only on one side, and the more than 2,000 Norman cavalry were concentrated and used by Count Rodrigo, and only in this way could the strongest power of the Norman cavalry be brought into play.

As for the smoke and the sound of horses' hooves seen by the Irish soldiers in all directions, they were actually used by Count Rodrigo, who simply used a hundred horsemen to drag branches and trunks to easily create terrifying knights, making them think that they were surrounded by Normans.

The Norman cavalry saw it, cut into the soft butter without hindrance, easily split it in half, and then followed by a large group of infantry and the Norman cavalry to divide and encircle the Irish coalition.

At this time, the Irish coalition was surrounded by Norman knights and elite infantry in front and to the left and right, and the choppy Shanon River in the rear, and there was no way to survive at all, except for the kings of Dum and Connaught, and their noble knights, the rest of the princes' armies had begun to surrender to the Normans.

"It's a smart choice, isn't it?" Count Rodrigo pointed his right hand at the Irish nobles and soldiers who had given up their resistance, and turned to face Guyrunde. Morality. Said the knight of Ponthieu.

Gayland. Morality. The Knight of Ponthieu was a nobleman whom Count Rodrigo was very fond of, and although he was only a very young knight, he was promoted to the position of deputy battalion commander after his exploits, but this did not prevent Rodrigo from favoring him.

"You're right, neither Ireland nor Wales are any match for my Norman kingdom, even if they are united.

His Majesty's assignment of us to conquer Ireland and Wales is only a small test, and our future stage will be the Kingdom of France. "Guélande. Morality. The knight of Ponthieu praised.

"Hahahaha... Ambitious, my favorite is aspiring young people like you. Count Rodrigo patted Gueland on the back. Morality. The knight of Ponthieu said with a smile on his shoulder:

"Guélande. Morality. Knight of Ponthieu, how are you thinking about it? Will you be loyal to me and become my vassal? If you agree, I will make you a baron, and I will choose a fief among the counties of Dominia. And, if you do well in the future, I will also recommend you to His Majesty William, how about it? ”

"I promise you, if the kid refuses again, he doesn't know what to do. Mistress Rodrigo, I'm Guerrande. Morality. Ponthieu swears allegiance to you. ”

Said Gueland . Morality. The Knight of Ponthieu fell to his knees and offered his loyalty to Count Rodrigo.

Count Rodrigo was very happy to receive a capable subordinate, and he said with a smile: "Guy Rande. Morality. Knight Ponthieu, you go and lead the men to annihilate the remnants of the recalcitrant Irish army, and be sure to capture King Connaught and King Twim, whether they live or die. ”

Count Rodrigo was at this time giving a message to Guerlande. Morality. The opportunity for the knights of Ponthieu to make meritorious contributions, anyone with a discerning eye can see that those stubborn remnants are a group of dry bones in the grave, a particularly tempting piece of fat, among which King Connaught and King Twim are even more tempting, as long as they capture any of them, it is not impossible to become a noble baron or even an earl.

Gayland. Morality. The knight of Ponthieu, knowing that this was Count Rodrigo's opportunity to make a meritorious service, readily agreed: "I obey your orders, my master, Lord Rodrigo. ”