October 15, 1086 A.D.

The battle between the English and the Scots and the Irish had been going on for nearly a week, and each had their own victories and defeats, but on the whole, the English had the advantage in numbers and troops, firmly grasped the rhythm of the battlefield, and were able to seize the initiative every time.

The Scots were almost defenseless against the hundreds of cavalry units of the English, they did not have the heavy cavalry units to match the English, and they did not have enough ranged troops to deal with the hoplites. However, after the Irish archers and the archers of the Scottish army converged, they were able to barely suppress the enemy's cavalry force.

On the other hand, the Scots repeatedly attacked the English military camp at night, and each time they were able to cause a lot of trouble to the opponent, forcing the English attack to slow down. While the English were on guard at night and had to slow down their advance, the Scottish king and the Irish nobles led their troops to retreat into the mountains overnight.

The battlefield on the steppe was too much to suffer, especially the iron cavalry of the English was simply invincible in the unobstructed steppe area.

The Scots moved the battlefield from the steppes into the forest, and the English followed, marching all night to bite the Scots' tail, still unable to escape the pursuit of the enemy scouts.

October 23, 1086 A.D.

The tripartite forces clashed again, and a raid battle began near the Grand Canyon of Crow. The three forces were each in the vanguard of 4,500 men led by King William II of England. 2,000 Highland warriors and 300 Turing warriors under King Malcolm of Scotland, and 600 Irish spearmen under the command of Irish Baron Townske.

When Wilhelm II led his troops through the Grand Canyon, there was a sudden sound of fighting in all directions, and countless figures suddenly appeared on the steep slopes of the mountainside on both sides of the road, and the Scots continued to rush towards the center of the battlefield like a festering anthill. At the same time, the Irish were ordered to block the exit from the gorge.

"-- Enemy attack !!"

Whining, the loud war horn rose into the sky, and the entire canyon was suddenly plunged into a tense and fierce atmosphere.

The English and Scots' soldiers were almost the same equipment, except for a few elite troops, they basically wore thin coats and copied a weapon to be regarded as a soldier who could fight. According to King Pullen's words, basically what even a woman can do, is the basis of the composition of the soldiers on both sides.

Look at the thinly dressed and defenceless soldiers on both sides, roaring and swooping down from the mountainside, the Scots rushing wildly and screaming like a sharp spear into the center of the English. More than 600 Scots took the opportunity to penetrate the enemy's hinterland, cut the English Serpent in two, and surrounded them separately, while gathering elite troops to attack the vanguard of the English.

"For England!!" The English soldier kicked an enemy away and dealt with an enemy cleanly. He then turned around and shouted a slogan, and then the next second he was swallowed up by the crowd of Scottish troops that followed.

"the Englishmen!!"

"Let the horses come over to the barbarians of the north!!"

"You dwarfs who have been hardened by the Romans!!"

"Kill them! Pluck their skins off and dig out their hearts! ”

The moment the soldiers on both sides met, they showed each other's hideous and fierce images, their eyes were red like hellhounds, they rushed into each other like hellhounds, and then fell to the ground, and then they began to fight each other on the ground without getting up. And many times, the battle between the Scots and the English is so simple, brutal and direct, that despite the beauty of violence, it loses the charm of wisdom.

The English and Scots have long had a grievance that is difficult to reconcile in words, and it has long been decided that they cannot coexist, either you die or I die. Although the dispute between the Scots and the English was not so severe from the beginning, as the high-ranking nobles experienced the benefits of war from one plunder after another, this battle, which lasted for hundreds of years, made each other's peoples feel an unparalleled hatred and disgust for each other.

There were swords and swords in all directions, and blood flowed like a river, but in this chaos, a group of people painted blue, quietly bypassed the chaotic center of the battlefield, and spared the weakest defense of the English.

Along the way, this special group of Scottish troops quietly killed several guards, and then hid behind a carriage. These men were armoured, armed with sharp blades, and carried crossbows on their backs, as well as four javelins. At a closer look, aren't these pieces of equipment exactly the regular military configuration of the October Legion in the King of Pleon?

In particular, the rose on the chests of these people is likely to make people mistakenly think that these soldiers are the October soldiers of the King of Pleon. But in fact, they were not from the Puron Kings, but the first recipients of the Pleon Kings military aid program, the elite of Scotland, the Turing warriors.

The Turing warriors quietly approached a heavily guarded carriage, and they slowly pulled out Pullen's standard steel knives, holding knives in one hand and crossbows in the other, and they wore iron helmets with light steps to slowly approach the palatial carriage.

Poof-huh-!!

"Huh?!" An English heavy guard who was on guard suddenly heard a muffled sound behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw that all his companions behind him had fallen. He was the only one around the carriage, and he was still holding a huge shield to protect the carriage.

Puff puff! At this time, four more crossbow arrows hit the soldier's large shield, and the huge impact knocked him to the ground, but fortunately, the shield was very strong and did not directly penetrate by Pullen's crossbow, but only nailed deep into the shield.

"No, not good! Someone has come to attack my king!! Come! Come on!! ”

The Turing warriors accidentally failed to kill the soldier on the spot, and as a result, the other party reminded the soldiers around him before dying. The enraged Turing warriors swarmed up, chopped the soldier into meat sauce, and immediately turned around and rushed to the carriage in unison, their steel knives glowing with fire, waiting to be filled with blood!

On the hills and heights of the Grand Canyon, a white-bearded old man in a blue cloak, as well as a group of nobles and guards behind him, were quietly watching the battle in the canyon.

"King Malcolm, the intelligence of the Puron is true, and the enemy will indeed intercept our rear route from here." Turus is Scotland's protector general, but unfortunately despite his incredible force, he doesn't have many brain cells to think. He often likes to rush into the enemy camp with his soldiers and slash and slash them, but he rarely actually sits in the army and directs the actions of the whole army.

"Hmm." Malcolm nodded calmly, and although he was nearly sixty years old, he was still in good spirits, and his eyes flashed with shrewdness. He wore an inverted whip and a distinct scar on his forehead, which he had been hunting in the woods when he was young, when he was targeted by a large bear, and after three days and two nights of wit, he managed to kill the bear and carry its carcass back to Scotland.

Because of this incident, Malcom, who was only thirteen years old at the time, was appreciated by his father, and became the first in line to the throne at a young age. In less than a decade, Malcolm succeeded to the throne after his father's death and worked hard to make Scotland strong.

It's a pity that the heavens don't follow people's wishes, and the internal strife between the nobles and the nobles has made it difficult for Scotland to really cultivate their health, and the English are eyeing the south, and after taking York, it has made Scotland even worse, and the drought has made Scotland a mess for three consecutive years. Over the years, Malcolm has always carried this qiē step by step to today, and his fiery temper in the past has been sharpened step by step by life, until he has formed today's calm and restrained.

"The formation of the English has been destroyed, but the enemy is still resisting." Malcolm slowly lifted his burqa, pointed his finger at the English soldiers on the front line and said, "Did Turus see that group of soldiers?" ”

Turus nodded.

"That is the army of the English, warlike, cold-blooded and brutal. Even in this case, there was still a deafening sound of fighting, which showed that their momentum had not weakened because of our sneak attack. This is a true army of a hundred battles. Malcolm sighed faintly.

"If York had not been betrayed by traitors, he had opened the gates of the city and let the army of the English into the city. How could our five hundred Turing soldiers and two thousand seven hundred Scottish soldiers stationed in York die so unjustly? He was slaughtered before he even had time to resist......"

Malcolm slowly covered his face with trembling arms, and his three sons had also died in battle. One of his daughters was sent to him after being wheeled by an English soldier and being pierced by a spear from ** to make a human string.

That scene has haunted the old man like a nightmare to this day.

"Hateful English...... Damned William and William II the Conquerors. Slowly lowering his arms, Malcolm's eyes were red as he glared at the English army below. His expression was cold and cruel, and his eyes were full of vengeful rage.

"Your Majesty the King......" Turus stepped forward, wanting to comfort the old man who was still suffering so much in his old age. But when he really wanted to speak, he found that no matter what kind of language he used at this time, he could not make up for the unforgettable pain and remorse in the heart of His Majesty.

After Malcolm **, he suddenly raised his head high, and said in a cold and cold tone while his face was lonely: "Order, order all archers to attack the densest place on the enemy's front line!" I'm going to bury these 4,000 people here with Wilhelm II! ”

At this time, at the end of the canyon on the front line of the battlefield, in just ten minutes, the blood that had been killed here was like a river.

The elite veterans of the English were concentrated at the front of the ranks, and they were the mainstay of the English army, like the October Legion in the royal city of Pullen. Although the elite veterans of England had not experienced the rigorous military training of the October soldiers, if it was only about killing skills, the Pullen soldiers could really not beat each other in a one-on-one situation.

When the Irish were intercepted at the mouth of the gorge, the opposing soldiers plucked up their courage and rushed up from all directions. The British veterans could only use their shields and their partners' bodies to form a shield wall, clenching their long swords in their right hands and slashing hard, sweeping out a blood-stained circle around them.

After a veteran pushed up his shield to block the enemy's slash, he picked up his long sword casually, and with a flash of white light, he directly cut off the opponent's head. But then several Irishmen suddenly pounced, and they slammed the veteran to the ground, and his shield was knocked off.

The veteran quickly got up from the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at the nearest Irishman. At the moment when the other party's eyes were blind, the veteran bowed his body and rushed into the other party's arms, reached out and grabbed the enemy's spear, and then used the iron helmet on his head to kiss the bridge of the opponent's nose fiercely.

The Irish soldier took a few steps back with blood in his mouth, and then the veteran grabbed him by the collar and rolled over and pushed. Just listen to "flutter flutter"! With a few muffled sounds, the Irish soldier was impaled into a hedgehog on the spot by his own spear, while the English veteran hiding behind him escaped.

If King Pullen were here, he would probably be so excited that he would tremble all over his body and order everyone to capture this veteran alive, and he would let this person go and be the head of the whole army for the October Legion! For nothing else, because the work he did and the crispness with which he killed were two completely different things from what King Pullen had given to the October soldiers