Seeing that the other party is completely brainless, after playing a wave of cavalry, he still has to play a wave of infantry. Egil "Oh?!" and then took a closer look at Alfred's caste on the other side. I only saw that Alfred's dominating ability on the opposite side added up to only three stars. Sure enough, it's just a basic-level general. Well, if that's the case, don't worry.

"Go up. ”

The English, though chaotic, did not look in formation. But where is the number of people? Therefore, the front is wider than the current front of the coalition forces. It is easy to create a tendency to outflank. So, Egil quickly ordered. The soldiers of the second array in the rear were ordered to prepare and stretch out the wings, not too wide, and at the same level as the enemy.

At this moment, England pressed all its troops up. In the headquarters of the coalition forces, nearly half of the army is still unused. And the messy buildings on the flanks also proved that there were no enemy ambushes. You can use it with confidence. So, at Wallace's beckoning, the Scots left a small number of troops there to guard them, and then tens of thousands of Scottish hillmen rushed out from the flanks with rudimentary weapons, some of them clubs, some daggers, and a few axes and shields, harpoons, and so on, and struck the Englishmen at once.

At this moment, Egil's 8,000-strong army had all been thrown on the front line. However, on the dwarven side, there are still more than 10,000 conscripted dwarven soldiers and militia, and they are on standby in the second line. Egil was not in a hurry to use them. Rather, they were treated as reserves.

For the rest, Egil still has a hole card, which is the loss of the improved Tomahawk cavalry, which is not too serious, as well as the Norwegian knights. A total of more than seven hundred heavy cavalry.

Well, flanks, flanks, and flanks. The cavalry rushed to the flanks or something. Egil was a little distracted. Ordered the cavalry to move quietly to the side.

And at this moment, on the frontal battlefield. The dwarves in the second column of the second formation, the Scots, quickly advanced in a spear formation. Standing up like a forest of guns, he stabbed at the disorganized England on the opposite side. Whether it is a peasant soldier, a professional soldier or a mercenary, they are all treated equally, and they are all shot at the same time. And under such an attack by the coalition forces, the English were beaten and could not find the north - however, in this way, the frontal battlefield had advanced more than ten meters - and the problem arose.

Originally, the gun array was sandwiched between two groups of monasteries. In this way, the problem of the most flanks of the gun formation disappeared - when they had fought in the middle of the monastery, the Scots and dwarves had no holes in the gun formation, which is why they advanced so quickly. However, the gun array was pushed too far forward and pushed straight out of the middle of the monastery.

In this way, the two wings of the gun array were exposed.

At this moment, the noble commanders on the other side's front line seemed to have discovered this flaw. A few guys wearing very good heavy chain mail, with knights and servants following them, shouted like this, beckoning the English army to storm the opponent's flank.

Despite the fact that the gun array had long-range fire support from the dwarven crossbowmen and Norwegian crossbowmen on the walls of the two monasteries. However, the English were outnumbered after all. To put it bluntly, the monastery is only two meters high. There are already some Englishmen who are trying to go up the ladder. Although they were eventually cut down by the dwarves and Vikings. But it also looks dangerous at the moment. Therefore, the crossbowmen did not dare to concentrate on shooting, but had to look around them to see if any enemies would climb up. If there is one, chop off his claws with an axe.

In this way, a lot of long-range support shooting was lost. The flanks of the gun formation came under strong attack. The dwarves and Scots on both flanks had no choice but to drop their spears and draw their tomahawks to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat—but their profession was a spear, and the tomahawks were not their specialty, and their combat effectiveness was not comparable to that of professional hoplites. And just like that, the crisis of the gun array began.

At this moment. On both flanks of the battlefield. A large number of English people gathered the noble knights on the front line and rushed towards the coalition line. Then they were met head-on - by this moment, the front row of the coalition forces was already full of the strongest two-handed axe warriors, with long-handled battle axes in their hands slashing, guns coming and out, and people coming and dying. It's amazing. Just using such a large axe is very demanding for the warrior himself. Although the selected Viking and Dwarven warriors are physically strong. However, if this continues, the continuous fighting is still a little unbearable.

In the back row, the axes of professional Viking warriors under Egil's command were thrown round after round. Let the English have to worry about being fired by the axe that rains down on the way to the sky. However, on the battlefield, people are crowded with people. Even if you want to dodge, you can't hide too much, so you can barely let go of your head, and your shoulder is also hit at once. Bloody and rushing - under the medical standards of the Middle Ages, this man could probably have been declared dead.

However, the Viking warriors' axes only add up to four handles. Despite being divided into several echelons, little by little they rotated and throw. But it will eventually run out. And the long-handled axe warriors standing in the first row were also much weaker at this moment. Take advantage of such an opportunity. The English, after dropping thousands of corpses, finally squeezed in, and the long-handled axe warriors quickly retreated, and the hoplites armed with axes and shields rose to the top, and the two sides engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat......

At this moment, more than two hours had passed, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky had not yet shown any signs of darkness. But it must be soon. The two armies that had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time were also in a state of exhaustion. The English, in particular, were flanked by both flanks of the coalition forces. An attempt to attack the gun array in the middle was also blocked by Wallace with a vote of hundreds of Scottish swordsmen and thousands of Scottish axes. Egil condescended, watching Wallace chop his sword in his hand and slash horizontally and vertically, saying chopping the head and chopping the head, saying chopping the arm and chopping the arm. His heroic posture inspired the soldiers of the surrounding coalition forces.

It's just that there's a slight flaw here -- it's Wallace's slogan in the middle of the battle, it's always freedom, freedom like that. Egil couldn't help but scold: Are you cheering for yourself, or are you cheering for the English-you are now an aggressor, an aggressor, bastard. Free your sister?!

At the same time, Egil also noticed a little difference - seeing that Wallace was still in good spirits after more than two hours of fighting, it was a little strange, and then asked, "That guy, how many people have been hacked to death by now?"

"Forty-six. The system elf replied.

“...... Doesn't he feel tired?" Egil was a little speechless: "Even if he wasn't tired, his sword should not be able to hold up, right?!"

"Special people, special algorithms. The system wizard's answer was simple and straightforward.

“...... Speaking of which, the dwarf has also gone to the right flank. Egil said this, holding the telescope, still unable to see clearly. I don't know what kind of outstanding performance the dwarf king who is also a special person.

"Anyway, can't the telescope be better?" said Egil, grumbling in his heart, as he kept ordering troops to be put into the front line to fill the gap, or to strengthen the offensive posture.

The so-called balance of victory is tilting little by little, and this is probably the situation. The array of coalition forces continued to advance, stepping on the corpses of the enemy and their own people...... At this moment, the entire front had advanced a full fifty meters. There were almost 10,000 English lying on the ground, and if it weren't for Alfred's caste holding on there, it would have collapsed.

However, it was only a matter of time - at this moment the English were still holding on, and they should have waited until evening for both sides to withdraw their troops and strike the battle. This will make it possible to lose a few men and horses. But it managed to maintain a reluctant draw. At this moment, Alfred was already thinking about negotiating - a big deal to cede the whole of Central England. In this way, the Vikings should be satisfied.

However, things are not as simple as he thinks. At this moment, Egil calculated that the English were almost at the end of their rope. Just a little more nudge......

And the one that pushes. Naturally, the hoplites were never used from the beginning.

Shock the left flank.

That's right, the heavy cavalry charged the flanks or something—it was still a wave charge, and after a few successive charges, the England on the left flank collapsed—and the England on the center and right flanks were also affected in this situation. Fear spread like a contagion among the people of England.

Lost his armor and was defeated. The English collapsed on all fronts.

"Charge, charge, kill Alfred!!" Egir shouted, while his knights of the guard followed his example and shouted "Kill Alfred!! and the coalition attacked in all directions. Egil was a rare brave man, and led the knights of the guards to attack the English rout (bullying the rout is your sister's bravery?!). At the same time, the rest of the cavalry, divided into small units of fifty men, were directed by the sound of their horns, and whenever they saw any sign of the enemy resuming resistance, they charged there, making sure that the English could not recover.

"It's over. At this moment, Alfred watched his army fall into defeat. He closed his eyes in agony—and then, at the urging of his guards, he threw away his striking crown and gorgeous red cloak, and fled in panic like a lost dog.

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