Although it is said that her husband's confession is also very useful. But if you look at the tens of thousands of people around you, you can't see it clearly, even from a distance. But the one hundred and fifty knights of the Guards in the vicinity could see it clearly—even the bastards all looked at the sky and pretended not to see. Artoria, however, felt shy, and pulled out Egil's grip and punched him. Knocked Egil off the horse. Later, Artoria herself felt as hot pain as if she had been punched in her face because of the effect of the Libra ring. Of course, because his own ability is much stronger than Egil. She didn't fall off her horse so humiliatingly.

"Ahem......" Egil got up from the ground, glared at the people around him who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and whispered a threat: "Whoever dares to leak out, I'll make him look good!" before climbing back on his horse - and then saw that on the tactical map, his front team seemed to have encountered an enemy. Then I saw a horse of improved tomahawks running quickly in front of me.

"The traitors are in line! look at the number of at least tens of thousands!" reported the improved Tomahawk cavalry, who also served as scouts.

Egil took a look at the system interface, the troop comparison table. His own army totaled 24,605, while the other side had more than 22,000 troops, and he had a slight advantage. However, in the combat power comparison table, the combat effectiveness of your own army is five times that of the opponent's army. There is also a small hint on it: such a battle, even an idiot will not lose.

"So, if you don't hurt me, you can't do it? The enemy is worse than me, and it is natural that I won. The enemy is stronger than me, and if I win, it's lucky. The enemy is stronger than me, and if I lose, I'll be an idiot?!" Egil couldn't help himself a little, and complained to the system elf.

"You're finally getting a little enlightened. Unexpectedly, the system elf said so "surprised".

“......”

It's officially noon at this moment. Egil didn't expect that the other party would not defend the city of York. But they had to use some patchwork of conscripted peasant soldiers to fight with him. It's really a head caught in the door. I don't take myself seriously.

In fact, the command of the League of Nobles also had their own considerations when it came to making such a decision: first, Egil was a foreigner, secondly, Egil was a foreigner with a rather bad reputation, and third, Egil was a foreigner with a rather bad reputation and perverse rule.

Therefore, the aristocratic alliance made a decisive decision: in order to resist tyranny and aggression, the English serfs under their command will fight for their freedom and family property.

Actually, of course, this is obviously impossible. The serfs were obviously not as conscious as the aristocratic lords expected. They don't even know who they're going to play against. As for patriotism...... What is that? Can you eat it?

In this way, I saw that my own soldiers were frightened by the opponent's solemn array and the might of the army. Morale is falling hard. The king of England elected by the noble alliance, Henry IV, Duke of Lancaster, sighed silently. I know that this battle is more auspicious and less. Once defeated, the other nobles could not say that they could continue to live. But ninety-five percent of his so-called "King of England" would have been hanged in London.

That's why people are forced out. Henry IV gritted his teeth and stood up, and then shouted loudly to boost morale.

After the slogan "Money, beauty, Dasuo thirty days, sack the city of London!" was shouted, and the serfs listened very seriously. and began to fantasize about how much money and how many women he could rob after breaking the city of London......

Cut, a bunch of offal. Seeing such a despicable performance by the other party, Egir snorted coldly, and then decided to establish his irrefutable hegemony in England with an irrefutable, hearty victory.

"Kill him. ”

After giving the order in such a simple and clear way, one of the knights of the guard standing next to Egil nodded, and turned his horse to the side. He then conveyed Egil's order to Robin Hood, the commander of the longbowmen standing in the second array.

"Go, sir, please do what you have written. ”

"I see. "The former thief career has made this marksman have no psychological burden at all for hurting people with dark arrows. Nodding his head, he walked out, and after passing through several columns of soldiers, he reached the front line, and with two Viking warriors armed with vulture shields as shields and cover, Robin Hood took off the purple wooden longbow on his back, and then selected a barbed hunting arrow from the quiver. Pull the bow and wind it all in one go. Then, under the gaze of nearly 50,000 troops on both sides, this guy who had been shouting "Ahh

Robin Hood snorted lightly at the corner of his mouth, looking very relaxed. After that, calmly retreat. There was no sound during the whole process. It's like a ghost.

It's dead, it's supposed to be dead. Egil chuckled and looked at the rebels on the other side, who had suddenly become chaotic. Think of it this way.

- If the other side is an elite army, Egil's shameless behavior will probably not make them feel frightened, but will make them feel angry, and even burst into stronger resistance.

Today, however, the opposite is true. Seeing that the king had just spoken generously and eloquently, the inspiring words fell down at once. The little courage that these peasant soldiers had just mustered quickly fell to the bottom with rocket-like speed. Immediately afterwards, I saw the bow arrows from the opposite side shoot like a torrential rain. Under the command of the newly joined longbow commander Robin Hood, two thousand longbowmen from England and Wales drew their bows and fired at the enemy line. For a while, the arrows were like locusts, and a large number of unclothed conscripted peasant soldiers on the opposite side fell like this.

"Hold your formation, raise your shield, raise your shield, bastard!" shouted the nobles and knight commanders on the other side. However, these conscripts were too much to create, despite the shouts of the commanders. It didn't make the array station of the peasants look any better. The makeshift shield in his hand was even more chaotic, and even opened the head of his companion next to him because of this.

This was followed by the usual heavy cavalry charge. A well-deserved king-level class on the battlefield of the Middle Ages, heavily equipped with armored cavalry. Egil had a total of 2,500 under his command. The number of such horrors is completely beyond half the imagination of half of the people - all the guys with noble titles in the Noble League on the other side, plus their vassal knights, and the ranger knights who have been recruited, add up to only five hundred. And only a few were equipped with armor. And the horse's equipment is something they can't even think of.

Eight hundred elite Norman knights, one thousand two hundred improved tomahawk cavalry, and five hundred field orders—the hoplites began to charge as the field priests shouted the name of Yahweh! Seeing the extremely terrifying cavalry group rushing towards him with spears in hand. Many of the conscripted peasant soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't even escape. It directly became the meat sauce under the feet of the hoplites.

After the death of the commander-in-chief - rain of arrows - trampled by heavy cavalry. After three successive shocking attacks, the Noble Alliance Army undoubtedly collapsed. A small number of nobles and knights either became mud on the soles of the hoplites, or were carried away by a large number of deserters.

"Attack on all fronts. "Whenever it's like this, it's when Egil misses his light cavalry so much. Now most of the enemy forces are scattered. As long as there are always lightly armed cavalry troops, not much, about a thousand is enough, you can make it impossible for any of these enemies to escape.

However, this is also something that cannot be helped. After a little consideration, Egil decided to recruit some more cavalry patrols after this battle.

In just one battle, the entire alliance of nobles was crushed at once. From the pseudo-king Henry IV, Duke of Lancaster, a total of twenty-nine nobles above the baron level were killed, and thirty-six were hanged after being captured. Immediately afterwards, these nobles who participated in the rebellion were mercilessly eradicated by Egil. The territory was completely confiscated, the whole family, including the illegitimate children, servants and even pet dogs, were hanged in the city of London, and the dried corpses reminded passers-by of who was the real ruler of the country.

Next, Egil took stock of the spoils of the battle. Including tens of thousands of serfs, and close to 100,000 gold coins. There are also a large number of estates and fields. After these resources are integrated, the whole of England can be regarded as truly controlled by Egil. At the same time, Egil also owned more land to canonize the elite Norman knights and expand the national order. Have more serfs to pay taxes.

In the six cities of England, the taxes paid in April did not decrease because of the war, but on the contrary, increased to 34,000 gold coins. This was partly due to the completion of the construction of paved stone roads connecting the cities, but also due to Egil's strong crackdown on the separatist forces in the country, abolishing local tax barriers and making it easier to trade and trade. And most importantly, the benefits of the confiscated territories of the noble alliance by Egil.

That's it, although the iron wrist kills a mountain and a river to change color. But the effect is still quite good. At least the English, the remnants of the English aristocracy knew how to be afraid. After Egil continued to promote policies such as the prohibition of private fighting, the transfer of judicial power to the royal courts, and the monopoly of salt and iron, no one objected. One by one, they are as well-behaved as grandsons. Egil suspected that even if he told them to eat, they would do it. So people are really a kind of cheap creatures who remember to eat and not fight......

"Love and hatred cannot coexist, and if you have to choose, the latter is more appropriate—who said that? Well, I can't think of it - I'd think it's my original. "Looking at the income and expenditure of the month reported by the system. Egil said to himself proudly......

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