In winter, England has a cold climate, often with rain for several days in a row. However, on the border between the kingdoms of East Angloria and Essex, the Merse River is a lively scene, where the main armies of the two countries are stationed.

Originally, the Essex army wanted to start the war as soon as possible, but the continuous rain made the king of Essex have to postpone the decisive battle.

Fortunately, within a few days, the sky ushered in a rare clear sky. The Essex army, which had long been unable to hold back, immediately left the camp and set up an offensive lineup outside the camp. The king of East Angloria, who got the news, also understood that he could not delay any longer, and also ordered his army to go out of camp and line up.

The Essex army formed a long serpentine formation, with the levies in front and the elite soldiers behind. On the left is the army of the Barons of Count Middlesex, King Charles and the Earl of Morlore are sitting in the center with their main forces, the other nobles of the Essex Lords form the army on the right, and the Evan and Snapdragon army are brought to the center by the Earl of Morlore.

The armies of both sides were far away, and neither of them attacked easily. Evan took the opportunity to carefully observe the East Anglolian army in front of him, and soon found some clues, and the enemy's formation seemed to be a little top-heavy.

"Your Majesty, Lord Count, the enemy has placed a large number of elites on the left flank, and it looks like they are preparing to crush our left flank army in one fell swoop."

King Charles nodded, and he also saw what Evan said, and he reacted at the moment.

"Morol, you take your men back to the left flank, and you must hold the line and not let the enemy succeed easily. Aven, you and your men go to the right flank, and be sure to penetrate the enemy's right flank. You should also be able to see that the right flank of the enemy is made up of levies. It shouldn't be too much of a hurdle for you."

"Your Majesty, in that case, there will be no one around you. There is a possibility that the enemy will attack your Chinese army with all its might."

Count Morol agrees with Aiwen's worries, although there are many elites on the enemy's left flank, but there will not be many elites on the corresponding Chinese army and right flank, as long as his side fights fast enough, and defeats the enemy's middle army and right wing before the collapse of the left flank, the battle can be won as well, and there is no need to take risks.

"Don't worry, if the enemy really charges all the main forces into the center, the two wings will inevitably be defeated, and when the time comes, your two wings will attack the enemy from both sides, and the enemy will soon be crushed, not to mention that it is really not possible, you can also lead the army to support the center."

Evan hesitated for a moment, then led his army to the right flank. After Count Morlor's persuasion failed, he had no choice but to leave with his army and take command of the left flank army.

The adjustment of the Essex army was naturally seen by the king of East Angloria, but the latter was full of confidence in the elite soldiers under his command and did not care about the change of formation of the Essex army.

"Crossbow shot!"

At the sound of the order, the crossbowmen standing behind each other fired arrows at each other, and the infantry in the front row raised their shields to hide under them as much as possible, while secretly praying that they would not be shot.

"Ahh

"I've been shot!"

"Help, I'm going to die!"

The elite soldiers with shields were fine, most of them were not hit, and a few of the unlucky ones were shot in the legs and feet, lying on the ground wailing.

The levies were not so lucky, with no shields and no armor to protect them, and most of them were unable to cope with the arrows, many were killed on the spot, and a few who did not lose their lives immediately struggled to call for help from friendly forces around them.

The soldiers in the first row of the Snapdragon soldiers raised their shields, the soldiers in the second row returned fire with crossbows, and the soldiers in the third row also raised their shields......

All the soldiers alternated cover, constantly firing crossbow arrows, under the guidance of Aven, the Snapdragon army relied on the range advantage to inflict a large number of casualties on the crossbowmen on the right flank of East Angloria, so the casualties on the right flank were smaller than those on the left flank and the center army.

Many Essex nobles in the front row noticed this, and quickly glanced at the Snapdragon Army behind them who were still shooting arrows, and their faces changed slightly. However, the big battle was imminent, and they did not greet Aiwen, and soon continued to look at the enemy in front of them.

Seeing that he did not take much advantage of the crossbowmen, the king of East Angloria stopped his subordinates' arrows and shouted at the Essex army,

"Essex, there will be no victorious side in the fight between our two countries, why don't we make peace about it?"

"Ridiculous, are you, the king of East Angloria, an idiot? Today is either you die or I die, and it is impossible to negotiate peace until one side fails!"

King Charles laughed angrily, when has this been, the other side actually wants to negotiate peace, is it true that the army here is all decorations, and they went to the border to live at home? Don't think he's a fool, who doesn't know that the East Anglorians are stalling for time to wait for the Mercian arrival.

Seeing that the other party did not have any desire to talk, the king of East Angloria sighed helplessly, understanding that today he could only fight to the end, and there was no chance of delay, he issued a final order,

"Warriors of East Angloria, raise your blades and let the arrogant Essex know who is strong! Charge!"

"Essex warriors, charge!"

With the orders of the kings on both sides, the impatient soldiers who had been waiting on both sides raised their weapons and shields and began to charge. Scattered all over the mountains, the soldiers who could not see the end of the line charged one after another, roaring angrily on both sides, cheering up their own soldiers.

"Three volleys, then charge the enemy's flank!"

Without the restrictions of enemy crossbowmen, the Snapdragon Army was finally able to fire at full strength, and more than 100 arrows slashed through the sky, ruthlessly taking the lives of dozens of enemy soldiers. Under Aven's command, the Snapdragon soldiers formed a cone specifically designed to attack, stabbing the enemy flanks from the flanks.

In order to maximize the effectiveness of the attack, none of the Snapdragon soldiers chose to use shields this time, but chose to use long-handled axe guns. The soldiers gathered around Evan raised their axes and spears so that they could stab their enemies.

The soldiers in the back raise their axes and spears high, and if the enemy uses their shields to resist the stabbing blow, the soldiers in the rear will use the axe blades to slash down, resulting in the enemy.

The entire Snapdragon army was like a sharp spear, crashing headlong into the formation of the right wing of East Angloria. The soldiers who tried to come forward to resist all fell under the fire of spears and axes.

The step-by-step combat style and the tortoise-like formation make the Snapdragon Army seem to be a hedgehog, no matter who comes forward to touch it, they will be pierced with blood.

An East Anglolian soldier who stood in the way was beheaded, splatters of blood stained the soldiers' armor red, and fallen heads and stumps covered the ground, making it look like everything was moving in the direction of victory......

PS: I see that there are authors complaining about the update. I'm sorry to say it.,I'm not saving the manuscript now.,The code is slow.,So it's all sent every day.。 If you see that I didn't post it at night, it means that it is a saved manuscript.

I'm really sorry, but I hope you will forgive me. There are also many friends who know that I am writing foreign history, and persuade me not to think about it, and to cut things early. But I think that since it has begun, no matter how badly it is written, there must be an ending, so I don't want to be a eunuch.

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