At this moment, the entire Polish camp was in chaos, and a large number of torches used for lighting in the camp were used by the Norman knights. Screams, roars, stabbing and stabbing of swords stabbing into **, the neighing of war horses, and the "crunching" of horses' hooves on the ground that have died, or who are not dead.

"Win!" Although in the midst of all this confusion, Egil could barely effectively control the army - and without the role of standing tall and seeing far, Egil's vision was not very large. He could not accurately grasp the situation on the battlefield at this moment - but two things were certain.

First, win! Just like Egil shouted excitedly, if there is no other change or something at this moment, then Egil's night attack will be a great success! Under the condition of his own slight losses, he severely damaged the United King's [***] team, and looking at the comparison of forces displayed on the system interface, the other party has lost seven percent of its troops, that is to say, in such a very short period of time, the United King[***] has lost nearly five thousand troops. Eggier's men lost less than a hundredth! That is, less than fifty killed!

Second, killing people and setting fires, no matter what nationality they are, they are naturally proficient in this skill. In other words, it is common to all mankind. There was no need for Egil's heart at all.

It's just that this night attack seems impossible to win completely - after Egil charged towards the center of the United King's [***] camp and killed many people who were scurrying around, Egir took the army around the center of the camp several times, during which several short raids and killed many enemy troops. But in any case, I couldn't find anyone who looked like a king or an archduke.

"Meow a mick and run away?!" said Egil after that. If Władysław had run away, it would have been fine, but the key was that if the opponent had not run and had instead been lurking on the battlefield, he was trying to accumulate strength as much as possible, and gathered his rout with the intention of counterattacking......

Thinking of this, Egil bit his frozen pale lower lip desperately. I thought to myself: other people's night attacks are all "in the dark, I don't know how many enemies are coming, so I have to flee". As a result, how did you become such a virtuous person when you came to yourself?!Are the other parties all brain-dead?! There are a lot of labor-capital, a lot of labor-management cavalry, and a lot of labor-management cavalry come to rob the camp! Why don't you run away?!

In this way, Egil fought in vain in the center of the barracks—the total number of troops that Egil could command at this moment was only two or three hundred knights. The rest of the cavalry didn't know where they had gone. After the enemy army in the south was crushed, the enemy in the north organized again, and the enemy in the north was crushed, and the enemy in the east and west outflanked him, and finally fought and fought...... Although it has Egil's extremely powerful bonus, the number of knights is too small after all, and they quickly fall into a melee, if the previous battle was for charging, then the current battle is for breaking through......

Egil still led the knights to fight, and tried to gather as many cavalry as possible, dividing the cavalry into small groups and charging at various parts of the enemy army, scattering the enemy forces that had been organized with great difficulty. Then turn the horse's head and gather together. And the troops of the United Kingdom also took advantage of this to gather again and form a tight formation, a shield wall or a hedgehog circle or something. Enough to make Egil sick enough.

And so, the game continued.

Although it seemed that the Normans had the upper hand, Egil's army was a little too small. Despite his great efforts, Egir led his Knights of the Guard, as well as as many Norman royal knights, to the left and right of the enemy camp. But over time. Little by little, the United Kingdom's military has recovered. The resistance of Egil's men grew worse and more organized—in the next hour, Egil saw that the enemy had lost more than ten percent, while his own had lost five percent. This is the proof.

Unexpectedly, the other party could organize a decent resistance under such circumstances. Egil sighed secretly, looked over again, only to find that the enemy nomad light cavalry did not know when they had fully reacted, tens of thousands of light cavalry turned on their horses and launched a counterattack against the Norman knights - Egil recalled the state of the nomads he had killed before - these damn animals were actually sleeping with his own cattle! Coupled with the cold weather, these equipment were basically leather armor, or fur-clothed nomads did not take off their clothes in order to protect themselves from the cold, and slept on their mounts with their bows and arrows and sabers - this way there was something to do, unlike other troops to prepare, and soon into battle!

"If you continue to fight, you won't take advantage of anything. Get ready to retreat. Egil thought about this, and then ordered the knights of the guard beside him in a deep voice: "Blow the trumpet, we will retreat." ”

After that, the Guards Knights quickly pulled out their horns, and at the same time, a total of fifty Guards Knights, except for the outermost few who were engaged in a fight with the enemy and had no kung fu, all took out their horns.

A short trumpet sound, followed by an equally short trumpet sound...... After ten short tones in a row, the vast majority of the professional heavy cavalry heard the sound of the horn. And understood that this was the intention of preparing to retreat - however, as Gil had guessed before, the nobles who were urging him to die completely ignored the sound of the trumpet, presumably eating all the thousands of instructions that Egir had told him before. Except for a few people with relatively high IQ and strong eyesight, the vast majority of the rest are still fighting desperately.

Egil even saw a most humiliating scene: a noble knight had somehow snatched a silk robe from nowhere. He couldn't find the north of his pleasure, so he directly asked the servants around him to help and put the robe on himself. But unfortunately number one: the robe was a women's one - or the one with a wide opening (don't ask me why the cheongsam, an invention of the Republic of China, appeared here). Second: his figure is typical of the tiger's back bear waist type.

So, a good cheongsam was ruined by him, and he only heard a stabbing sound, and the cheongsam was torn in two directly from the middle, just as another nomad rushed over with a shout that Egil did not understand at all, and slashed at him with a knife - this guy was wearing a chain mail so he was not seriously injured, but the cheongsam was completely scrapped......

"Whatever, if this kind of thing dies a little more, it will contribute to this society, right?" Egil felt a little powerless to complain, but at least he couldn't see the scene of the hard-tasting brother Gui wearing a cheongsam, which was still gratifying.

After this, the noble knights and the feudal knights and the knights of the rangers were still fighting bravely, not taking Egil's orders seriously at all, Egil gritted his teeth, and thought to himself: "Come on, you, I have done my best, and now I have gone half of the road to the sky, and I have come back to see you-"

After that, he was ready to sneak away with his royal knights and tomahawk cavalry field order......

However, things are not as simple as Egil imagined. The soldiers of the United Kingdom who reacted were also ruthless, and they came and left as they wanted, which was too shameless - at this moment, the conscripted peasant soldiers of the United Kingdom and the shield spearmen and archers who were not very strong in combat had already been dispersed, and they either fled or lost the will to resist. However, the rest of the army was the elite of the army, in addition to nearly 20,000 nomadic hussars and Polish javelin cavalry, a large number of Polish noble knights also reacted. Gathered around Władysław II.

Speaking of which, Władysław II was also strange in that he did not place the tent in the middle of the barracks as it normally would, but placed the tent on the southwest side of the barracks, so that Egil pounced and had enough time to gather troops to continue fighting Egil - and in this way, after more than 200 Polish Guard knights joined the battle, the whole situation was finally reversed. Tens of thousands of hussars successfully blocked Egil's return route. Thousands of knights and knights' retinues, as well as nearly 10,000 light cavalry and a large number of heavily armed shield spearmen, attacked directly...... Egir suddenly found himself under siege. It turns out that the rate of evolution from hunter to lost dog is so fast......

"Damn! Damn, shit!" Egil gritted his teeth, not expecting himself to be reduced to such a state - if he had known, he would have brought some infantry. Even if it's just 10,000 people...... In addition, at this moment, there is not even a commander in the barracks, and it is almost impossible to send reinforcements.

By this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter. Through the hazy light source of the morning light, the other party saw that there were only more than 3,000 cavalry under the command of Egil, and some nobles who couldn't hold their breath shouted: "Hurry up! There are not many of them!!"

"White Bird Banner on a Blue Background!It's the Norman King!!"

"Capturing him can be exchanged for a lot of money!!"

......

Well, good news in the bad news, at least Egil doesn't have to worry about his life - the other party is going to take him alive. Egir was relieved to hear the Poles on the other side enthusiastically discuss whether a Norman king could be exchanged for a hundred or a thousand gold coins.

But before Egil could finish his rejoicing, a word from the Archbishop and Chief Cler, Peter, shattered Egil's delusions. "Don't worry, Your Majesty, for the sake of Norman honor, I will help you with your pain as a last resort. ”

Looking at Archbishop Peter's sincere expression, Egil wanted to say only one word

：“fuuuuuuuuuuuck！！！！！！！”

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