The war went on - according to Egil's idea, it was time for the noble alliance army on the flanks to send troops and let the noble knights storm the flanks of the battlefield to relieve the form of the crumbling Viking army on the frontal battlefield. At the same time, he also drew two teams of Viking soldiers from his own formation, one team of Viking soldiers to support the front line - the Viking soldiers directly complemented the middle. The two teams of Viking warriors, one on the left and one on the right, formed a new line of defense on both flanks to prevent the enemy from being caught on both flanks.

At this moment, on the frontal battlefield, nearly 2,000 cavalrymen had dropped their broken cavalry spears, drew their long swords and slashed left and right condescendingly. Fighting with the Vikings - at the same time, the opposing regular army quickly began to move, with a total of more than 2,000 Nordic axemen wearing heavy chain armor and holding long-handled battle axes rushing to the front as a commando team.

Behind them, nearly 10,000 Danish professional troops were clearly divided, shield spearmen, shield axe men, and archers were all lined up in a small phalanx of two hundred people, and these small phalanxes were spliced together like puzzles, forming a slightly flattened hexagonal array, with narrow wings and a thick middle, it seemed that the opposing commander had the idea of breaking through in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, Egil saw the surname of the enemy commander on the opposite side: age, fifty-six years old...... Rating, eight stars.

Eight hearts and eight arrows diamond ashes level veteran general.

Your sister's cheating daddy!

But it doesn't matter. Egil comforted himself in his heart - the reason why he had put up an inclined formation, and deployed the aristocratic coalition on the flank, which was several times the number of the professional armies under his direct control, was for this kind of time! At this moment, the frontal battlefield was temporarily stabilized by the Viking army, which had received another 1,200 reinforcements.

As long as we can crush the enemy's flank, our army will be victorious! Labor and management have already paid their blood. Shouldn't you bastards do something about it?!

Egil thought.

Of course, Egil didn't put all the treasures on the nobles. He still had one trump card that didn't work - that is, a total of 200 modified Viking tomahawk cavalry. This elite heavy cavalry unit is Egil's greatest reliance. As long as it's in the right place. Then it is not impossible to change the whole situation of the war.

Of course, Egil doesn't want to use this trump card unless it is a last resort.

Flank.

At the forefront of the flanks.

Knights at the forefront.

Mutiny.

-- The whole flank -- the coalition of Bergen nobles, a total of 20,000 troops, all defected in an instant -- they cut down the six thousand Oslo nobles in the shortest possible time -- because their lord was still trapped in the city of Oslo, and they could not surrender.

After that, a total of eight hundred knights, together with their men, charged from the flanks towards the heights where Egil was - as long as the fellow could be killed, and then the whole of northern Europe would be pacified. Is there anything wrong with the Archduke of Norway being the Queen of Denmark? It's always much better than Egil, who likes to cheat the nobles under his command. After all, the queen is very fair. He was extremely accommodating to the nobles under his rule. It's all famous.

It was only at this moment that Egil wondered where his uneasiness had come from. That's this bunch of damn unruly bastards who eat inside and out, shameless and shameless - aristocrats.

They hooked up with the Queen of Denmark!

"Damn it. You, you're all going to die!!!!" Egil finally figured it out at this moment. Although it was already late.

"Well, retreat. There are generals and guards to escort you, and you will run directly back to Biard. After that, he gave in to the Queen. Reduce the seal a little - hand over the whole of Bergen, kowtow a few more times in front of her, and they will forgive you. At this moment, the system elf's sneering words once again aggravated the anger in Egil's heart. Such an angry scorching flame burst out in an instant with the soul as fuel. It's about to burn the prairie and burn everything.

Under such adversity, Egil turned out to be unusual, abandoning his usual "good qualities" such as safety first, not being able to kill the front line, and bullying the weak and fearing the hard, but said gloomily in addition to such words: "I, never, admit defeat." ”

Then, amid the mocking and encouraging chuckle of the system elf's chassis, Egil drew his sword and quickly gave the order.

Mobilize the entire army - Throw the remaining part of the Viking army, as well as all ranged units and patrol cavalry, into the right flank to help the Oslo aristocratic coalition resist the rebellious Bergen aristocratic coalition. Of course, despite this, it was difficult for the infantry line to hold out for long in the face of an overwhelmingly numerically superior enemy force.

So it's time to speed things up.

The remaining 200 improved Tomahawk cavalry, plus 50 general guards, quickly detoured to the other side of the battlefield and began to charge towards the enemy's rear, where the Danish queen was.

"Kill her! Kill her and it's over!" At this moment, Egil had already thrown his previous thoughts of peace into the North Sea. With a sword in one hand and a vulture shield in the other to protect his body against stray arrows, he rushed to the front of the cavalry.

The Danish hexagonal array, after a period of fighting, gradually turned into an irregular oval. The forces in the middle were thicker and convex, and the forces on both flanks were weaker - among them, on the right flank of the Danish army was their alliance of noble rebels, so naturally there was no need to defend. However, their left flank - I don't know whether the enemy is intentional or not. This large area of open and flat terrain did not have too many troops.

"Charge!"

In the midst of Egil's roar, two hundred and fifty-one heavily armored cavalry divided into five teams, each with fifty men in a line, and continuously charged at the array on the enemy's flank. Whether it was the improved Tomahawk cavalry or the Guards Knights, whose weight in excess of the average cavalry generated enormous kinetic energy, and the heavy cavalry spears of two meters and seven meters long in the hands of the cavalrymen, the power of the cavalry was incalculable - after a perfect charge, the cavalrymen drew their tomahawks and slashed at them, while turning their horses' heads to the side, and then the second column of cavalry charged again......

After five columns of 251 cavalry each had been charged, the left flank of the Danish army could not bear such a blow, and thousands of conscripted peasants, mercenaries and Viking soldiers mixed together and became a mess. Although the noble knights tried to restore order, they became more and more chaotic and helped...... Seeing that the entire left wing is already on the verge of collapse.

"Charge. Kill!" Egil ordered, and as he charged, the guy chopped off a few heads. The high-level sword technique that had just been exchanged was quite effective, and he rushed forward with the help of horsepower - and then calculated the right time to slash at the enemy's neck - arterial blood spurted out at once, and the scene was very shocking......

It also stirred up the murderous surname in Egil's heart.

In the charge just now, only a dozen Tomahawk cavalrymen did not master the charge properly, and were killed after falling off their horses. Other than that, there were no other casualties in the entire heavy cavalry camp. They still maintained their fighting strength - this time, the rifles of more than 200 mounted cavalry had been broken, but the tomahawks and heavy maces in their hands were not impossible to kill - or rather, in the midst of melee, these two melee weapons were more suitable for combat.

The cavalry formed a prismatic formation and rushed into the chaos, relying on their solid armor and not afraid of the opponent's attack, but only desperately attacking forward, only when attacked by heavy weapons such as long-handled axes, they would use their vulture shields to block.

Of course, even then, it doesn't make much sense. The Danish Nordic axe men are extremely attackable, and the long-handled battle axes are even more powerful killing weapons. Swinging his hands together, he slashed with all his might—a power far greater than the one-handed battle axes of Egil's Viking army. Even Tomahawk cavalry, dressed in heavy chain mail, could not be completely defensive. Many unfortunate and careless tomahawk cavalrymen were cut off by the two-handed axes of the Nordic axemen......

In contrast, the knights of the Guard, dressed in heavy Renaissance full-body plate armor, fared much better. Even if such armor is a long-handled two-handed axe, it can be cut through it, but it is a little more difficult to achieve effective fatal damage, at most it hurts a little flesh, and the system of Viking knights is not painful at all. In the face of such a strong warrior, the fate of the Nordic axemen is usually miserable - the knights of the Guard, enraged by their own injuries, will swing the mace in their hands with all their might, smashing the Nordic axemen on the opposite side with their helmets and heads.

And at this moment, Egil also suffered his first crisis since coming into this world...... After he had severed the throats of two of his enemies, he was finally caught by a third, also a Nordic axeman, and seeing an axe the size of a human head cut at him, Egir was so distraught that he blocked the vulture shield in his hand. Then, immediately after the eagle shield was smashed, he retracted his hand, and at this moment, the opponent's movement stopped for a moment - and then the long knife in his hand slashed over, and he used all his strength to directly cut off the opponent's head. However, under the influence of the habitual surname. The other party's axe was still chopped down, directly on Egil's forearm. The slightly thin armor on his arm naturally couldn't be completely defensive, and the cold axe blade directly cut through the skin and bit into the flesh, and the painful Egil's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the knife.

However, it was only for a moment. Then, the headless corpse of the Nordic axeman fell unwillingly, and Egil took a deep breath before shouting, "......Go on!

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