In the middle of the night, in the woods on the hill behind the French garrison, no one knew that there was an elite infantry of up to 5,000 people hiding here, and they had been squatting until midnight from the evening, although they had only just woken up from their shallow sleep, but they did not look dazed and sluggish, but were very excited, because the abnormal war was coming.

In addition to this group of 5,000 elite troops, including 1,000 cavalry, ambushed here, around the French garrison, the main Norman army of up to 13,000 men was quietly touching the surrounding of the camp, just waiting for the night attack led by Faller to launch, they would tear apart the French in front of them.

As for the Guards Brigade led by William himself, it had been secretly hidden by William before, so that Henry I only thought that he only had 12,000 elite and 6,000 militia troops in his hands, and now at the final decisive moment, this powerful army finally saw the light of day.

However, William's Guards Brigade did not join the battlefield, but followed behind the front-line soldiers, maintaining a combat formation, as if waiting for something.

At this time, the French soldiers in the camp slept crookedly, snoring one after another, farting one after another, and the stink in the barracks was like a big pigsty.

They were so tired that they had just finished their arduous march and were busy with logging and building camps, so they fell asleep at night, and no amount of movement outside the barracks could wake them.

Suddenly, in the silence of the night, a long wail rang out around the barracks.

"Woo... Woo... Woooooooo

The wailing made the sleeping French soldiers irritated for a while, and they rolled over, stood up, and cursed: "! Who is weeping? If I catch him, I'll have to torture him. ”

However, after a long time, the wailing outside the camp still did not stop, it was almost fucking impossible to sleep, and the French soldiers were all furious, ready to copy the guy who was not long-eyed.

"All the French in Bonival were killed by Duke William's men." The clown's voice is not male or female, thin and sharp, especially penetrating on a quiet night, as if someone is scraping their eardrums.

Most of the people in the French camp heard the wails of the clowns outside the camp, and when they heard that the French here had been killed, they couldn't help but show a look of fear, for fear that the fierce Normans were really coming.

"Wild dogs are biting my intestines, and crows are pecking at my eyes." The clown's voice trembled, and his words were full of pain and fear.

The words of the clowns were so true that the French, who did not know the truth, really thought that the Normans had come in and their comrades around them were dead, and they inevitably became in an uproar, and even the officers in charge of leading them could not stop the riots from spreading.

Faller, who was hiding in the woods, looked at the clowns in admiration, and secretly gave them a thumbs up, brother, pretending to be like that.

"His Majesty Henry is dead! His Majesty Henry is dead! There are Normans everywhere, he, they are coming, we French hurry up and run! It's too late! ”

This was the signal, and at William's signal, the flag bearer waved the flag, and the Norman soldiers shouted loudly, shouting 'Your Majesty Henry is dead!' ''Run away, we French!'' With a shout, he rushed to the camp of Henry I.

As shouts of killing rang out around the camp, no one in the French army dared to sleep. Everyone was in a hurry to find clothes and shoes, and some even couldn't find their own clothes and shoes so they went to grab someone else's pair, and some couldn't even find their shoes, and didn't care about anything else, so they simply ran barefoot.

Everyone believed in the 'fact' that their king, His Majesty Henry, was dead, and since their master was dead, the French were not willing to fight these fierce Normans any longer.

"I'm Henry, King of France, I'm here, calm down, soldiers." Aware of the commotion, King Henry I of France immediately put on his armor and hurried out of the tent, and after finding a war horse, he hurriedly rode through the crowd shouting in an attempt to quell the commotion and regroup the soldiers.

But unfortunately, no matter how loudly he shouted, he could not calm the soldiers in the riot, and even he could not stabilize himself.

There is no way, it's not that I'm too columsy, it's that the enemy is too powerful, Henry I just wants to say: "Run, get out of here quickly." ”

As a king, he must not be killed here by the Normans without an heir, otherwise the Capetian family, who has ruled the king of France for more than a hundred years, will be extinct, and the successor to the throne will be his hated brother Robert. Morality. Burgundy, he would never allow that to happen.

In an instant, Henry I understood all this, and immediately without caring about his soldiers and his ally, Thibault, the Duke of Champagne, ran out of the camp with a hastily assembled cavalry of less than a thousand guards.

The first to storm into the French camp were Phaller and his 5,000 elite cavalry, who led 1,500 cavalry as the lead, these cavalrymen with torches in one hand set fire to the flammable tent, and with their right hand the cavalry sword slashed through the neck of any French soldier who tried to resist, and so on all the way into the camp and set fire to almost all the places that could be set on fire.

They were followed by 3,500 elite Norman hoplites, each in array according to their formation, shield-wielding swords, halberd-wielding halberds at any French soldiers who gathered to try to resist.

On the outskirts of the camp, 12,000 soldiers under the command of Count Hubert formed a formation and slowly approached the center of the camp, and they were like cranes with wings spread, with cavalry as arrows, infantry as wings, and longbowmen as crane tails, driving all the soldiers who tried to escape like the center of the camp to the Seine.

The French soldiers, already in a state of collapse, could not do anything to organize the army of Count Hubert, and they were driven by the desire to survive, driven by the Normans and blazing flames behind them, and they had to run towards the Seine.

William, who commanded the Guards Brigade, did not join the battle, but led his army to the Seine River quickly, in order to stop the French nobles who tried to escape, especially his king Henry I, as long as they captured him, or killed him outright, the war was over.