A thousand or so defenders on the city walls, under Sir Hubert's orders, threw light javelins at the fleeing town militia, killing and wounding the enemy.

The Norman longbowmen on the tower did not need Hubert's reminder at all. Dalton's command threw arrows at the gathered enemy forces.

Since the town militia was running with their backs to us, the javelin arrows were fired into the unsuspecting backs without hindrance, killing and wounding no less than 500 town militiamen in just a few rounds of firing and throwing.

The Norman longbowmen on the tower were even more powerful, and under the leadership of Commander Andrew, every time they aimed at the enemy troops who had gathered to prepare a solid line for a counterattack, it was often a rain of arrows that could discourage the enemy army and crush the gathered town militia.

Sir Hubert's movements were fast, and William's movements were not slow, and he gathered more than 300 light and heavy cavalry and 120 cavalry companions who did not participate in the battle near the gate early, while the nearly 1,000 light and heavy infantry and more than 700 levies who had not been guarded on the walls of the castle had already been assembled by William's steward Osborne and prepared to accompany the cavalry.

"His Royal Highness William, why are you here?" Sir Hubert, who came to the gate of the city with the dismounted knights, saw William and more than 2,000 troops in neat clothes, and his face could not help but show puzzlement.

"Sir Hubert, I have long found out that the enemy has been defeated in the tower, so I immediately organized an army to prepare to pursue the remnants of the enemy and expand the victory." William smiled and nodded, replying.

"Whew!" Sir Hubert exclaimed, "Your Royal Highness, your military prowess is astonishing, and you will surely achieve greater feats than your ancestor, the Duke of Rollo. ”

"Okay, stop praising me!" William interrupted Sir Hubert's compliment with a wave of his hand, took a horse with his right hand, and said, "Sir Hubert, take your cavalry on your horse, and we will go together to pursue the Alençon rebels." ”

"Yes, His Highness William." Sir Hubert was not verbose, and mounted his horse and led his cavalry to the horses that had been prepared.

Within a few minutes, Sir Hubert had already returned with hundreds of knights.

"Open the gates of the city and go out of the city to hunt down the remnants of the enemy." With a wave of his right hand, William and Sir Hubert, Steward Osborne and other generals led more than 2,000 soldiers to the castle.

William's more than 200 light cavalry were the first to leave the city, using their super-fast horses and powerful javelins to crush the small groups of enemy forces that had gathered together, or to spread out and end their miserable lives with their knightly swords slashing through the necks of these deserters.

By the time William led the heavy cavalry and the cavalry of his companions out of the city, the walls had already been cleared by the Norman light cavalry of a large area of no man's land.

"Heavy cavalry and partner cavalry, together to storm the local array, light cavalry to hold the remnants of the army and let them flee to the enemy's main position, disrupting the local array." William waved his right hand, commanded the cavalry generals, and said.

"Yes."

All the people said yes and took the order.

Rumble...

The heavy cavalry, led by Sir Ronald and Knight Nelson, formed two formations and slowly moved forward, launching the first charge against the fleeing enemy.

And William's companion cavalry, after the first wave of heavy cavalry was activated, began to start slowly, and began to charge in a double formation as the second wave of shock.

Whining...

The trumpeter blew the horn, and at the sound of the trumpet, nearly two hundred heavy cavalry flattened their rifles, increased their horse speed to the maximum, and charged towards the town militia a hundred meters away.

Poof... Poof...

Bang bang bang... Bang bang bang...

The sound of spears entering the flesh and snapping sounded, and the number of town militiamen killed was particularly staggering, as the heavy cavalry charged the unsuspecting town militia with their backs to them.

These nearly two hundred cavalry spears pierced the backs of at least five hundred town militiamen, pinning them firmly to the ground.

The heavy cavalry completed the charge, and with great decisiveness threw away their broken rifles, turning their horses to the sides.

Woo... Woo...

The trumpet sounded again, and one hundred and twenty companion cavalrymen, led by Sir Hubert, flattened the six-meter-long vermilion cavalry, and the speed of the horses was raised to the limit.

Poof... Poof...

Bang bang bang... Bang bang bang...

Along the passage where the heavy cavalry gave way, the six-meter spears in the hands of one hundred and twenty companion cavalry pierced the bodies of the town militia without hindrance, killing more than 400 town militia members on the spot.

The terrible heavy cavalry took turns to chase and kill, and there was no doubt that the town militia had no other idea but to flee and escape from this devil's hell.

Since there were no more groups of resisting town militia in front of them, this time our nearly 500 light and heavy cavalry no longer used cavalry spears to charge, but divided into several groups of less than 100 cavalry to chase and kill in turn, using horse speed and cavalry swords to gently slash through the necks of the town militia.

The surviving general drove three thousand town militiamen by William's cavalry and swept backwards towards the Upper Burgundian knights in front of the enemy camp.

At this time, nearly 2,000 sergeants and levies had also left the city, and under the leadership of Osborne's steward, they directly attacked the main camp of the town militia.

Seeing the surging militia of the town, Sir Jonathan of Upper Burgundy undoubtedly blocked it, and immediately led two hundred Upper Burgundian knights to turn their horses and flee to the north.

Obviously, for Sir Jonathan, the commander of the Upper Burgundian Knights, the plan to unite with the Alençon rebels to besiege William had failed, and the rebels were about to collapse, so there was no need for the noble Upper Burgundian Knights to be buried with this group of dying people.

Sir Jonathan had not gone far when Mayor Scott chased after him from the camp and stopped Sir Jonathan's party in their path.

"Scott, you get out of the way for me, we have to go back to His Royal Highness Count Kay of Mortan now to report, please don't stop me." Sir Jonathan raised an eyebrow and said loudly with a wave of his right hand.

"You are not allowed to leave, you have buried all my army, and now you have to return to Alençon with me and take this responsibility." Mayor Scott said in a resolute tone with a hideous expression.

"Humph! How can a noble knight like us be compared to a commoner in the market? Sir Jonathan shook his head disdainfully, looked at him with disdain, and said, "Do not stop me now, or you will be torn to pieces." ”

"Good! Good! Good! Mayor Scott's face turned pale, and he said three good words in a row, waved his right hand, and said, "Jonathan, I want you to die!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty crossbows flashing with a cold light appeared from the more than sixty cavalry retinue behind Mayor Scott, and before Sir Jonathan could react, they all shot twenty crossbow arrows at him.

Whoa... Whoa...

Puff... Puff...

With the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air, Sir Jonathan, who was not far away, was completely shot by twenty crossbow arrows, and in the blink of an eye became a dead hedgehog.

Sir Jonathan did not expect the madness of the mayor of Scott at all, and went so far as to publicly shoot the vassal generals of His Royal Highness the Earl of Kaye, and slowly fell off his horse with an unbelievable look in his eyes.