Thirty-two thousand vs twenty-eight thousand. Numerically, Egil's army had a slight advantage. Yet, for some reason, Egil always felt that something was wrong—something was completely wrong.

Despite Margrethe I's best efforts to cover it up. However, in such a scattered army, it is a little too difficult to stop the rumors. In addition, there have been no reinforcements for almost half a month, and the soldiers should know about it. What should not be known has also changed the law.

Therefore, the entire Danish army, although still relying on the unique ruthlessness of the Nordics, plus the food looted nearby, barely held on. But in any case, morale has definitely suffered.

So. Egil really couldn't figure out what he might lose - in other words, Egil was also a five-star commander and an eight-star brutal little best general. If the morale of the troops is stronger than the opponent's, it will still lose...... It doesn't make sense.

"So, why?" said Egil, in the spirit of asking the system, to the system elf.

"Do you think this kind of thing has anything to do with the system?" asked the system elf.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be. Egil said.

"Then think for yourself, stupid!" shouted the system elf.

Well, at least Egil can be sure that when asked about something that is not related to the system, the system elves usually don't answer him.

After two more days of confrontation between the two armies, even Egil's army was somewhat unable to sit still. Rumors circulated among the nobles who originally belonged to Oslo that Egil just didn't want to come to the rescue. They wanted the Danes to kill Felix II, so that he could take the opportunity to annex Oslo.

Well, that's not a lie in a sense. Egil's non-play is partly for that reason.

However, Egil saw that if he continued like this, his army would also be unstable. And the actions of the Oslo aristocracy are not conducive to his future rule in the Oslo region, which is now regarded as his own territory.

So, after the Danish army on the opposite side submitted the war report for the third time, Egil took it along the way. It is agreed that tomorrow, regardless of the weather or time, everyone will see each other and share life and death.

That night, tension was rife in the Norwegian and Danish barracks - and Egil lay on the bed, flipping from side to side. However, in the end, he didn't understand what he was worried about, and instead fell asleep in a daze under the cool breeze outside the tent.

The next day, the sun released a temperature that was neither cold nor hot. Although it was already May. But the white fox cloak on Egil's body could continue to be worn. That's the climate in Northern Europe.

The two armies lined up as fast as they could—Egil's five-point subordinate caste came into play. The nobles of Oslo and Bergen were not far removed from handing over supreme command to him. After that, their army was reluctantly trained by Egil, and the regular army and the conscripted spearmen and knightly light cavalry were barely divided into several levels. It looks a little bit better.

On the other side, the Danish Army, although they have eaten a little less recently, is slightly malnourished. But the ferocity is still unabated. A total of 28,000 men were divided into three fronts - but all the cannon fodder was on the front line. Knights, knights and servants were in the second column, and the regular main forces were in the third line.

"It's also a regular army. Egil climbed a small hill on his side, took out his binoculars and looked at the other side, and then sighed: "If nothing else, at least this formation looks quite presentable." ”

After that, the battle began - the Danes struck first - or rather, they wanted to demoralize the Norwegians (?). Under the urging of the knights behind the cannon fodder. These cannon fodder reluctantly, weakly, and sadly-faced, charged.

"So...... Forget it, don't say anything, shoot. Egil frowned, although he said that he would use cannon fodder to drain the enemy's strength before the official start of the war. This kind of Esby thing was indeed common in the Middle Ages. However, Egil felt that this was too uncertain. These cannon fodder, who knows what's going on in their hearts? Maybe you let them out one second, and the next they'll turn around and bite you.

In addition, there is another point, that is, the power is too weak.

After Egil's order to shoot, the general guard quickly drew his horn and blew it, while the crossbow-wielding militia in the front row quickly wound up, and behind them, the Norse archers in three formations also drew their bows. And the nobles, all of whom had been placed on the other wing by Egil, had not had time to sigh at the sheer number of projection units in Egil's army. The cannon fodder of the Danish army on the opposite side began to scream one after another and fell to the ground.

Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, and the equipment on his body is quite unacceptable. They don't even have a shield to give. Although the formation was haphazardly arranged, to some extent it counteracted the attack of the arrows. But no armor is no armor. In this way, the effectiveness of crossbows and bows is maximized. It doesn't matter if you shoot in the head or in the knee. can be exchanged for a scream of the opponent's cannon fodder.

That's enough.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the speed of the opposite charge slowed down significantly. Although the cannon fodder bears the name of cannon fodder, this does not mean that these guys really want to die - on the contrary, these guys have a stronger will to survive than anyone else. Seeing that a lot of people died at once, there were already a lot of cannon fodder who wanted to escape.

As a result, some of them had their brains off the line, and they turned their heads and ran towards their own positions.

They were greeted by the swords of the knights.

"Charge, you cowards, cowards, charge me or I'll cut you down!" seemed to sound like this from all over the Danish camp. The cannon fodder is helpless, if you move forward, you may die, and if you retreat, you will definitely die - but if you retreat, it is the knights who kill you, and if you move forward, you will kill the enemy. The serfs, who were usually bullied by noble knights or something, suddenly made a decision.

So, let's move forward. And this time, I don't know if it was because of the stimulation of blood or what, the combat effectiveness of the cannon fodder serfs to recruit peasant soldiers has increased a lot all of a sudden. Looking at the hateful eyes, it turned out that the blame was on Egil's side. Immediately afterwards, one by one, they all rushed forward as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Seeing that the cannon fodder array on the opposite side went from nearly collapsing to turning around and fighting again, it only took a few minutes, Egil rubbed his eyes and felt a little incredible. What do I think about this group of people who wiped their heads? After being cut down, they can increase their combat effectiveness? What logic?!

Denmark is also a regular army, and it seems that the number of such conscripted peasant soldiers accounts for only forty percent of the army. More than 10,000 people. The equipment was also poor, so Egil could handle it - the crossbow-armed militia retreated, followed by a solid infantry line of Viking soldiers and Viking warriors formed in a dense formation like a wall, the front row fighters wielded battle axes and slashed, while the back row fighters threw throwing axes with all their might to provide long-range support.

Egil commanded 4,000 Viking troops, but this time only 2,500 were dispatched, and the array was seven layers. It's a little weak to say - and yet, despite this, it's still advancing rapidly in a crushing manner.

"So, is that okay?" At this moment, Margrethe I was also standing on the high platform—she did not have the powerful equipment of a telescope like Egill. But at this time, basically as long as you have long eyes, you can see that your own front is retreating and retreating. It looks like he's going to lose.

"Just now the spies came in return, saying that the other side needs to prepare again. The general next to the queen said.

"These bastards. Her Majesty scolded viciously, and then said, "Well, my general, don't you think you should do something to reverse this decline?"

The general's face was dumbfounded: "Then, let the second formation attack." Your Majesty. ”

"Hmm. Margrethe I's face was a little better.

After that, the knights of the second formation and their followers, more than 2,000 heavy cavalry in all, quickly formed several phalanxes, and then completely ignored their own cannon fodder still standing in front of them. A decisive charge was launched against Egil's army on the opposite side.

This also indirectly led to the complete collapse of the cannon fodder units of the first camp of the Danish army - however, it seemed to be worth it. The knights ran to a distance of 100 meters from the Viking array and began to charge—during which they had deceived their own cannon fodder. Then he mercilessly crushed them with the horse's hooves. The cavalry group accelerated to its maximum at fifty meters - and then the Vikings on the opposite side flicked their axes and slightly weakened the cavalry formation - and then the most tragic thing happened.

Never fight a hoplite in plains - unless you're tired of life.

Even in a dense formation, even if they are wearing heavy chain mail, even if they are raging Viking warriors, they still look so powerless in the face of the speeding knights. The Viking warriors standing in the first row, and even the second and third rows, were all killed or wounded. The Viking army was reduced by nearly two percent at once. The distressed Egil twitched.

Because of the suddenness of the incident, and the fact that Egil did not expect the other party to be so ruthless, completely ignoring his own army - even if they were just cannon fodder, but, but...... Well, the cannon fodder died as it should.

"On the flanks, the cavalry charged. Egil's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water. Grinding his teeth, he uttered such an order.

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