For the rest of the Black Friday night, the Normans were praying, and the English were fighting on their home soil, and King Harold of England had his soldiers drink like crazy all night in order to restore the morale effects of the failed night raid.

Harold understood that victory in this battle would increase his prestige, and that defeat would mean the end of Anglo-Saxon England and his own death.

At the same time, William, who had been camped in Hastings for many days, was well rested and ready, and he prayed with his soldiers under the holy flag bestowed upon him by the Holy See until early in the morning, "May the Lord bestow the most sacred power today to guide the Normans over evil and bring eternal peace to this land." ”

Victory would have made him the richest man and the most powerful leader in Europe, and a duke would become a king in the witness of the Lord.

The last and largest of England's three battles in 1066, the Battle of Hastings, was on the verge of breaking out.

At eight o'clock in the morning of October 14, Norman scouts spotted Harold's troops coming out of the woods where they were stationed.

William, Duke of Normandy, thought he had waited a long time to fight Harold to the death—but while he was putting on his armor, the bastard Grand Duke was somewhat annoyed to find that the chain mail he had just put on was worn backwards.

William found that the faces of the surrounding vassals once again showed expressions of concern for this ominous omen, the Duke of Normandy had already experienced all kinds of misfortunes and embarrassing events in this battle, encountered an unusually long north wind before crossing the English Channel, and when he ventured to force the sea, a huge and deadly storm suddenly rose on the calm sea, and more than 300 ships were lost, and as soon as he landed in England, he tripped and fell into the mud, and now his chain mail was reversed, and the back of the chain mail made William's Adam's apple a little tight, making him look a little funny。

Of course, this ominous omen would have upset the people of Normandy, but William, who had become accustomed to dealing with such things, ignored the fears of his men and the kind of eyes that seemed to be mentally retarded, and began to laugh at the vassals around him in a pretended lighthearted manner— Either it did ease the nerves of his men, or William's men had to give him a step down at such times as their lord wanted, and in short, the atmosphere was at least eased by the awkward but polite laughter that emanated from the Norman army.

Seeing this, William turned over his horse cleanly and began to give his troops the final encouragement: "Great Normans, great Bretons, great Burgundians, every believer of the Lord! Today, Lao Tzu will lead you to battle under the banner of the Lord! Lao Tzu will lead you to victory again!"

Once on the battlefield, it was clear that the Normans were still full of confidence in their leader, and their army erupted in impatience with William's speech.

Harold, who led his troops out of the forest, did not panic when he saw the imposing Norman army in the distance, he had long been aware of the situation from the mouths of soldiers who were familiar with the local terrain, and he led his troops to quickly occupy a hill that had been eyed before the battle, and they had built an impenetrable shield wall on the slope as always.

It was King Harold of England who declared war on William, Archduke of Normandy, to occupy the high ground and announce the beginning of this battle.

The battle line between the two sides, the Norman troops, who had 3,000 cavalry and crossbow troops far outnumbered those of England, were assembled at the foot of the mountain. The English, on the other hand, proudly raised their shields and stood on the hillside to occupy a good position, and under the hillside was just a damp swamp, and if the Normans wanted to attack them at close range, they had to cross the swamp and then climb the slope, and the English obviously intended to hold on to this place and had no intention of leaving, but they only provoked the Normans on the hillside with their own striking shields.

At the foot of the hill, the archers were the first to line up in a neat line, with Norman infantry with shields and swords in the middle, while the Norman knights who terrified the continent were placed last.

Duke William frowned and shook his head, pursed his lips, and showed a resolute expression: "The British have the hillside, and Lao Tzu has the master. ”

Behind this hill, called Senlack, is the reward of the Normans, which is the fertile land of England.

The Normans sang in a neat voice, the song of the French heroic epic Roland, and they were so imposing that the militia of England was a little tense and stagnant in this situation.

Seeing this, Odegar, one of the captains of the king's guard, took off his helmet and waved it in the air, saying to himself that the troops he led solemnly swore an oath: "I swear an oath before the battle......"

Under Odegar's leadership, the morale of the English soldiers, along with the rest of the group, was mobilized, and all the English militia spontaneously took the oath with him, and they neatly recited the Anglo-Saxon Mead Oath, the oath made before the great battle, in response to the Norman song of Roland: "I will fight for my king, and if my king or master dies in battle, I will continue to fight in their way, and if anyone sees me fleeing in fear of death, he shall alert me with the oath I have taken before my people." ......”

Mordred, the knight of the pot head at the bottom of the mountain, looked at the Englishman who solemnly swore on the mountain, and smiled cruelly and playfully, as if a beast was about to pounce on the prey that could not escape, and then, full of jealousy, glanced at the red-haired knight not far away, he had won the appreciation of Archduke William after this reconnaissance operation, and the Duke of Normandy had him lead a force in this battle, and he could only be his deputy— Mordred did not rush to make a big announcement to William under such circumstances, and he intended to use the enemy's information as a means of threatening the other party.

After the oath was taken by the English, the generals of Eu-Taylor shouted to their troops: "Archers...... Ready!"

At their command, all the archers drew their bows and turned on the English on the hill.

Arrows rained down on the English camp and thrust into their already raised shields, making a fierce metallic crash. But there were still a few English militiamen who were so unlucky that they fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside because they were so unlucky that they were hit by arrows. The Normans down the hill had apparently not given them a chance to rehabilitate, and Eutylefo had already ordered the archers to fire a second round of fire.

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The arrows fell like hail on the shields, and although the English militia fell to the ground, and the few ranged troops of the English were not enough to effectively fight back against the Normans, the shield wall was impregnable and appeared unscathed by the reinforcement of the rear team.

The Normans could not drive the English down the hill by doing so, and now it was their turn to give the Normans the greatest honor and the ultimate weapon that their enemies feared the most, and which the Normans paid a great price at sea to transport them.

The horses were lined up in a row, the knights on their bodies holding their spears, and when Eutylefer raised his arms again and commanded, "Cavalry, charge!" the knights charged at the English on the hill with their spears raised, and the galloping momentum of the horses obviously caused a lot of agitation among the English militia.

"They're coming!" Tofe couldn't help but take two steps back, his lips turned white with fright, and it was clear that there were not a few Englishmen like him. The English militiamen raised their shields to resist the trampling of the iron hooves, and the spears of the Normans, who were riding on horseback, pierced their bodies through the gaps in their shields.

The militiamen of England let out screams of terror, and the wounded militiamen crawled on the ground, trying to escape this hell on earth.

But with the help of the English and the terrain, some of the Norman cavalry, who were not fully speedy, were stabbed from their horses with their spears and fell off their horses.

Next to the battlefield, Alan and Merlin sat on a large crossbar, under the old apple tree that Allen had deliberately found based on the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles, a position that allowed them to fully observe the scene of the battle.

Alan cast a Muggle banishment spell around them, and even if a soldier accidentally passed through their area, he would suddenly think he had deviated from the direction of the attack ordered by his commander and immediately move away from the area.

Looking at the battle in front of him, Allen, who was not experiencing it for the first time, couldn't help but sigh, although the lethality of the battle in the era of cold weapons was not as fast and lethal as that of modern thermal weapons, but it was always in full swing, and the hustle and bustle, excitement and fear followed so bloody and cruel.

Still, his staff was not idle.

Merlin, who was sitting on the side, watched the war in front of him and tried to find his acquaintances, and kept stuffing the pudding that Hufflepuff had stuffed in Alan's waist bag into his mouth, and after swallowing the pudding in a big gulp, he grabbed another piece of fragrant roast venison sprinkled with spices, and took a bite of it— For a young medieval boy whose adoptive father was just a farmer, even this glorious future would not have given him the opportunity to taste these delicacies that he had never heard of before, and he was buried under the rubble for a long time without eating, so that he now completely let go of the appetite brought to him by the bottomless abyss demon blood in his blood.

Alan quietly glanced at his slightly shy little belly, and suddenly thought of the sentence that everyone often sighed: "Oh, Merlin's fattest briefs!" Alan still can't see it, but if he eats it like this, the interjection doesn't seem to be groundless.