Egil felt hungry.

Although it is not a reliable time, this kind of thing is also a force majeure. Although I had a supper last night, after a night of fierce fighting, everything has been digested by now - fortunately, there is no ** who wants to "beep" now, otherwise it will be a shame......

Well, it looks like it's not a bad thing to feel hungry. It's better than holding back a "beep". Egir had heard of knights in the Middle Ages who were suffocated because they couldn't pull them out because they were in battle. I laughed at it and thought it was funny. But now it's his turn, it's a little bit - no, not a little bit, Egil just vaguely smelled the stench, it couldn't be someone pulling his pants?!

In such a tragic atmosphere, the army under the command of Egir broke out with extremely strong combat effectiveness, and less than 4,000 heavy cavalry could even surpass the siege of an army ten times larger than his own. He even fought against it, of course, because of his commanding ability.

However, in any case, whether it was Egil's strong command ability, or whether the other party was also unable to exert his strength because he was hungry when it came to food, or because he was too close, he was frightened by the brutality of up to sixteen points and the effect of Hades's screaming - in short, although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, the United Kingdom army still had no problem with Egil's knightly army, and Władysław tried to rotate the army three times and twice to rest and eat. But seeing the Norman knights rushing left and right, they were afraid that the other party would take advantage of the gap in the rotation of the army to break through. So I thought about it several times and didn't give an order.

At this moment, the sky was bright, and the balance of war was tilting little by little in the direction of the United Kingdom. In the process of repeated charges, a large number of noble knights fell behind and were divided and surrounded in desperation. Then it swirled like a wave and disappeared. Less than 3,000 horsemen remained in Egil's army. On several occasions, the Polish knights even rushed to Egil's side, leaving the knights of the Guards red-eyed. Directly used too much force to tear those Polish knights alive. Blood splattered Egil's body......

Comparison psychology.

Especially the psychology of comparison with the enemy.

It can make people do a lot of exciting or silly things.

For example, now. I watched the Norman knights apply their posture like wild wolves. The Polish knights on the opposite side rose in a straight line, completely ignoring the objective conditions that the opponent's horses were harder than their own, and that the opponent's weapons and equipment were better than their own, especially that the opponent's commander was better than their own. I think I'm losing face by doing this.

"There are only a few thousand people on the other side -- what about us? tens of thousands. If we can't win this way, we don't have to continue to mix - no, no, no, that's not the point. The point is that this army has the participation of Uncle Ben. How can you make the other party so showy?!"

In this way, because of jealousy, shame, anger and other negative psychological effects, the Polish knights inexplicably entered a state of fierce fighting, one by one, completely ignoring the terrain and the surrounding friendly forces and other obstacles, as soon as the mask was pulled, they began to launch a brainless charge towards the Norman knights.

For a moment, nothing had gone wrong with the Norman knights. The United Kingdom army on the opposite side was in disarray, and there were many tragedies that were hit by their own knights. The originally strict formation has been loosened.

"Opportunity!" Egil watched as the main British army directly south had gone wrong. I couldn't help but get excited. Then he raised his command knife and shouted, "Charge!" Then the long horns of the knights of the Guards sounded again—and the entire Norman Royal Knights, as well as the improved Tomahawk cavalry, swarmed forward like a torrent of steel.

-- Immediately after, two groups of heavy cavalry collided directly! In such a crowded battlefield, the knights had almost no room to dodge! The Norman royal knights' mounted spears had long been missing, so in the first round, a total of hundreds of Norman royal knights were stabbed in the heart by the opponent's cavalry spears!

But that's not all. Under the influence of gravitational acceleration, the two knights, one dead for their lives, still charged forward on their horses. Immediately after that, the two war horses collided directly! The Norman war horse, which was wearing chain mail and had an iron head, directly knocked over the Polish war horse on the opposite side, but he also suffered heavy losses. At this moment, the sound of spears breaking and horse skulls shattering was heard one after another—and then the knights of the second column collided again with the horses of the knights who had fallen to the ground, or who were still struggling to get up...... And so it goes on and on, and over again. The most tragic and brain-dead traffic accidents on the battlefield in the Middle Ages have been staged again and again, and the knights in the front row have already been trampled into meat sauce with men and horses, and few of them have survived in the second row. Thirdly, more than half of the four columns were killed. The corpses of knights and horses, broken swords, spears, armor, shields, and scattered all over the battlefield......

Egil and Władysław were both heartbroken. This is a knight! Heavy cavalry! Baby!! it takes your sister more than ten years to train a knight, and as a result, a charge in less than a minute--died!!!

I can't stand it, I really can't stand it. It was like throwing a large amount of gold, silver, and jewels into the sea in front of Scrooge. That feeling can make people's hearts ache to death. Egil was a little better, and comforted himself vigorously: not afraid, not afraid, just save a few more months' money, and recruit another group of knights - knights who have no wives and children can still take back that share of the land - even if he comforts himself like this, Egil is still pale as if he has studied too much, and his upper and lower teeth are trembling vigorously - the knight of the guard next to him looked at him strangely, and he smiled reluctantly: "This day, it's really cold." ”

And the opposite Władysław is more direct. "Squeak" and leaned back, if it weren't for the guards around him to help him quickly, he would have fallen off the horse and fallen. Rao was so, even though he didn't suffer any major injuries. But the heart is plucked out of the cold...... Just that charge just now, there were more than a quarter fewer knights in Poland! He didn't have a fief like Egil and could continue to recruit wandering knights. This loss is lost, and I want to make up for it for at least another twenty years!

This relative charge of the knight cluster pushed this battle to the most. The soldiers on both sides were not as attentive to firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea as the two kings were - they only knew that such a scene was so exciting, such a bloody scenery was so stimulating to hormones, such a spirit - the spirit of the knights who were not afraid of death. It is worth emulating.

In the midst of such a frenzied atmosphere, the other party, the Poles, seemed to have overcome their fear of Egil as high as sixteen points, and one by one they rushed towards the rest of the knights of both sides, who were in the midst of hand-to-hand combat with their swords drawn......

"Cavalry!" Seeing that his knights were going to suffer if this continued, Egil quickly ordered the improved Tomahawk cavalry to come to the rescue.

Like the knights, the horsemen of the tomahawk cavalry have long since lost their horses. Good thing they still have axes. And horseback and cutting people, which is good for physical and mental health, is also something that cavalrymen are very good at. Although they are not very agile on horseback, far less than the nomads - these legendary tomahawk cavalry, the Scandinavian Vikings, have a formidable alternative ability.

Fight on foot on horseback.

Even though he was on horseback, he kept his body upright, swinging his tomahawk as if he were on foot, killing enemies. Don't you say that such behavior is really ...... How is it possible?! The hand-to-hand combat effectiveness of the tomahawk cavalry basically has no skills, and it all depends on the strength of the sinking and the defensive equipment on their bodies is very powerful. It was not too powerful against the nomadic light cavalry.

Perhaps the heavy cavalry system should also be improved...... Egil couldn't help but sigh as he saw his army in the midst of a bitter battle. Then he roared in a hoarse voice to boost morale: "Under the eyes of the Father, kill all the infidels !!"

"Kill them all!!" The soldiers were even more energetic after hearing Egil's order. This is also true of the United Kingdom - within the United Kingdom of Poland-Lithuania, which has a policy of religious freedom to a certain extent, both in the polytheistic faith of the Baltic coast and in the shamanic steppe nomads. What is even more unacceptable is that the United Kingdom has openly stated that Jews are welcome to do business in the country and has given assurances that there are absolutely no laws against Jews that abuse Jews. Preferential treatment - this is something that the whole Christian world cannot tolerate. Egil's sentence of killing all the heretics was not wrong.

Seeing that the soldiers around him who were already exhausted to death once again burst into huge combat power, Egil couldn't be happy in any way. The words "back to the light" popped out of the thesaurus in his mind at once. And the light that burst out of the knights and cavalry looked like the afterglow of the end......

"No, no, no, no, no!" Egil shook his head vigorously as he reminded himself not to think in the worst ways, "maybe reinforcements will be in a few minutes." But it suddenly occurred to Egil something disgusting: it was as if the reinforcements were always coming, they were not coming—they had to wait until the last one of his own people was dead, and the camera had to be the dying soldier turning around and seeing N more reinforcements rushing up, and then passing away. It's like what the system elf said before: "If you die, reinforcements will come, and that is the ...... made by God."

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