"Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible!" Seeing that the Norwegian cavalry, covered in blood and even some minced meat, was like a fierce ghost struggling out of hell, he directly cut through his left flank and rushed in his direction. On the hills behind Denmark, the old general quickly proposed to Margaret I, which meant that His Majesty should take refuge for the time being, lest he be hunted north. That's not easy.

But Margrethe I was still hesitant. At this moment, the army is almost the main general who hangs up and the whole army retreats. Not to mention what kind of blow it will cause to the morale of the army if the queen of her country is caught. If that were the case, it would be impossible to say that such a great battle situation would be reversed in an instant. Tens of thousands of Danish troops have to be surrendered here.

However, if it is a retreat, then the situation is no different, and if it sounds good, it is a retreat, and if it is not good, it is an escape. Seeing that your own boss has run away, how can you let the soldiers below give you their lives? The battle situation suddenly collapsed, and that is also a conceivable thing.

Unwilling, really unwilling.

"My guard, there are five hundred elite Danish warriors in all, and they are condescending...... So......" Margrethe I said this, not knowing whether she was convincing her old general or comforting herself.

What are you kidding?!The old general almost fainted--even if such a small hill bag was condescending? Even if your sister could slow down the opponent's cavalry a little, but was there a difference between sixty yards and a deceitful horse? If that's all there is to it, forget it. Even if the enemy was only Tomahawk cavalry in heavy chain mail, it would be fine. Even the old general would take the initiative to persuade the queen to stay here. Because the old general believed that the five hundred heavily armed axemen of the Queen's personal guard were absolutely capable of defeating these cavalry, who had been fighting for a while and had consumed a lot of physical strength.

However, the group of heavily armored knights who were all wrapped in steel armor - even the war horses were also covered in steel armor, the old general had no score in his heart. Speaking of which, Lao Jingjun traveled from south to north, counting Margaret I, who had already served three kings. He was truly well-informed and highly respected—but despite this, he had never seen such cavalry—and even when he was a Varangian mercenary in Byzantium, the Byzantine ironclad paladiers he saw were probably no match for these elite hoplites. You see this group of guys have been charging for so long, although many of them have wounds on their bodies and their armor is slightly damaged. But not even a single one was killed - this is a testament to the problem.

It's impossible to win. Unless he is given more troops, and he uses specialized armor-piercing hammers, chain mail, and heavy axes, plus favorable terrain. Only then can we defeat this team of knights. Now, however, it is ......

Such a thought circled in the old general's mind, and then it was still the same sentence: "Please make a decision as soon as possible." ”

To tell the truth, seeing this group of hideous and terrifying Norwegian cavalry, Margrethe I said in her heart that she was not afraid that it was a lie—but as the monarch of a country, it was quite a shame for her to say the word retreat on the battlefield. Even if it's a last resort, it's a step – or rather, a scapegoat.

And the old general's repeated urging just gave her a step.

"It's up to you. "The queen has a rare low profile here. Then he turned around and rode his horse backwards. Seeing such a scene, the old general was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what was going on. But what's the use of talking about it now?

"Hold on, cover Her Majesty!" shouted the old general, turning again, drawing his sword. This time, it was as if he had never looked back at the queen. Presumably, he died on the battlefield to prove his thoughts.

And seeing that her own queen has fled, and she also used herself as a shield, the hundreds of soldiers who stayed behind were strange, and they couldn't curse in their hearts. Seeing that nearly two hundred heavy cavalry under Egil's command lined up in four formations, they rushed over in batches. Immediately afterwards, he rushed his own side and turned on his back - especially the guy wielding a single-edged sword in the front row, and the momentum of the whole person was like a demon in hell, which made people infinitely fearful.

Then, after a single charge, the opposing guards were scattered, and the banner of the Danish army fell—the result of the high brutality of Egil's eight points.

"Shout, shout to me, Queen Margrethe I of Denmark has fled, !! quickly," Egil then urged his subordinates. At the same time, he turned his horse, ready to continue to fight back, and then hit the enemy's back. Unexpectedly, the horses under his crotch screamed and fell directly to the ground foaming at the mouth.

"Are you dead?" he watched his horse that he had been riding for months die of exhaustion. Egil was slightly sad. Looking at the horses of the other guards knights and tomahawk cavalry, they were also salivating one by one. It's hard to walk, let alone charge.

"Damn it—get off the horse!" Egir commanded, and then remained unrelenting. With less than 200 men, who had been sadly demoted from heavy cavalry to heavy infantry, they rushed towards the rear of the enemy. Thanks to these cavalrymen, their physique is good, otherwise I am afraid that they will really have no strength to fight.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed Danes have reached the point where something is wrong - the queen behind them is gone. When I heard the news in my ear shouting, "The queen has fled!" I only felt a terrifying aura behind me, and the timid even peed in fright on the spot......

Danish Army, collapsed.

The defeat of the army is like a mountain, and this is true. If it weren't for the quick turn of Egil's brain, he temporarily changed his policy and quickly took his small team of less than 200 people, and walked around the flank of the battlefield with his armor unarmed. Then I am afraid that they would have been trampled to death by the fleeing Danish army.

It's as if a single lion, no matter how strong, can't stop a crazy herd of bison. After finally hiding in the Black Forest next to the battlefield, and then hacking to death several Danes who ran in front of him in a panic, Egil breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the battlefield that was still in full swing just now has dispersed more than half of it at this moment.

Only the Vikings of Beatard and a small number of Oslo nobles cheered hoarsely. Egilton was in a trance. Then there was a wave of fear. Thinking back to the appearance of the sword without eyes on the battlefield, although this day is still cold to death. Egil was sweating profusely.

Why did I rush out so desperately just now? Egil asked himself - of course, there was no answer at all. However, he swore that if this happened again, he would definitely run away at the first opportunity, no matter what, absolutely absolutely run away.

Of course, Egil is undoubtedly a scumbag. Swear or something and eat cabbage with a surname.

But, in any case, it was victorious, and it was a great victory—it was true that Egil's own army suffered heavy losses, but the number of men in battle still exceeded three thousand. After the war, the Danish army still had nearly 10,000 troops. But there was no morale at all, and he was huddled in the barracks, panicking. If it weren't for Danish, Norway would be separated by an Öresund waterway. Then the army must have fled in all directions by this time.

On top of that, there was the complete fall of Oslo - it is a little incorrect to say that Felix was killed by an unknown Assassin sent by the Danes. And after Egil sighed a little, he naturally added the title of Guardian of Oslo to his name. It is justifiably ready to take over the territory of Oslo.

Anyway, no one can rob him now.

At this moment, the Danish military camp was shrouded in a gloomy mist. Margaret I saw the miasma of smoke in the barracks, and the minds of the soldiers changed—and many of the soldiers who had escaped from the rout saw her as if they were looking at their enemies when they saw her, the queen. Her Majesty frowned, but she was helpless.

At such a point, is it possible that there is still a delusion in negotiating with the Norwegians?

However, whether face is important or life is important, this question has been chosen by Margaret I before.

"So...... Are you Danes willing to withdraw unconditionally from Norwegian territory, sign a trade treaty and a non-aggression pact, and there will be peace between the two countries in the future?"

In the afternoon of that day, a Danish envoy came to Egil's barracks. And such conditions were prescribed.

"Yes, exactly, Count. The messenger said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Alright, get him out. With a wave of his hand, Egil stepped forward, one with one hand, and dragged the messenger out.

"Count—why is that?" cried the messenger as he struggled desperately.

"Is your sister a bully to me?!" Egir remembered that he had almost died on the battlefield before, and he was angry. He stood up and kicked the messenger a few times. Then he took the scabbard and slapped it on the messenger's mouth. In two strokes, he smashed the full teeth of the messenger's mouth: "This is the treaty I have drawn up, and I will bring it back to your queen!" and then with a glance, another knight of the guard took out a parchment and stuffed it into the messenger's arms. After that, they dragged him out.

In the afternoon of the same day.

The Queen of Denmark looked at the parchment scroll brought back by the envoy, and the treaties listed on it frowned. I had the heart to refuse, but I was afraid that the Norwegians would really be ruthless and continue to attack. In the end, I was ready to succumb. I sighed in my heart that my life's fame was wasted, and I sighed. Then he nodded, and asked the messenger to make another run. He said that he had already agreed......

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