The Mercian marched quickly, in order to hurry, they didn't even pay attention to the villages and castles along the way, anyway, these castle villages were all open, there were no people, and there would be no garrison in the future, instead of sending troops to garrison and wasting time, it was better to go straight to the Yellow Dragon, capture the Essex capital, and end the battle as soon as possible.

Along the way, the Mercian army was not disturbed in the slightest, not to mention the defenders along the way, not even a single populace was encountered, as if they had entered no man's land.

As they advanced, the Mercian army also encountered several Essex army camps, which in size seemed to be less than four hundred men.

"We're almost there, past this jungle, over a mountain, to the city of Essex. I really didn't expect that there would be no resistance along the way, and the Essexians fled."

The Earl of Northampton said with emotion. In this regard, the Earl of Oxford also agrees very much, his side is making rapid progress, and it will not be long before the Kingdom of Essex can be destroyed.

"Let's go, don't let the Essexians take all the good stuff from the city."

At the urging of the Earl of Oxford, the Mercians followed the path in the woods and went into the woods in one go. As soon as he stepped into the woods, the Earl of Northampton felt that the light seemed to be much dimmer. However, given that there were no enemies at all before, he did not take it seriously and let his troops continue to advance.

Some of the weary Mercian troops kept moving along the path, and the only thing in the forest was the rustle of feet on fallen leaves, and the occasional howling of the north wind.

"Get up quickly, and take the capital of the Essexes, and rest there tonight, and ask for money and money, and women and women. What are you waiting for?"

Hearing about money and women, Mercia's soldiers' eyes lit up, as if women and money were waiting for them in front of them. The steps that had been a little sluggish have also become lighter.

Many soldiers also took the opportunity to coax each other, saying that they must taste the taste of foreign women. Seeing that the soldiers under his command had regained some strength, the Earl of Oxford nodded with satisfaction.

Sou! There was a sound of breaking wind in the air, and before the Earl of Oxford behind could react, he saw the Earl of Northampton not far in front of him planting his war horse. There were several arrows stuck in his torso and neck, and his round eyes were full of horror, as if he had discovered something, but he died before he could say it.

At the same time, several crossbow arrows flew towards the Earl of Oxford, who was behind. Fortunately, with the previous lesson, the Earl of Oxford subconsciously used a shield to protect his body, so as not to die on the spot.

"Kill! Kill!"

As the shouts of slaughter rang out, a number of Essex soldiers with weapons in their arms sprung up in the woods, rushing towards the Mercian army like a stabbed hornet. The advantage of close proximity was that the two sides could quickly enter hand-to-hand combat, and before the Mercian crossbowmen could pick up their crossbows, the soldiers on both sides were mixed together.

The Earl of Oxford, who was caught off guard, reacted and prepared to gather his soldiers to launch a counterattack against the attacking Essexes, but he soon found that the Northampton army in front of him was completely ineffective due to the death of the Earl, and only a few people were still resisting in groups.

As for the army under his command, there was also a big problem, the attacking Essex people rushed in regardless of it, not only the army was scattered, but more importantly, the Oxford army was divided into several sections, although many soldiers could see and order, but the soldiers could not carry out their orders in confusion.

If you really want to say it, your own army is no longer able to take care of each other, and many places can only fight on their own.

The Earl of Oxford, who knew that he would fail if he continued like this, hurriedly gathered the soldiers around him, hoping to fight a bloody way and join the divided army. He was convinced that if he gathered enough troops, he would be able to defeat the Essexes who had attacked him.

"Earl of Oxford, you have no chance of escaping today, why don't you surrender?"

In the woods, King Charles, dressed in armor, stepped out. He saw the Earl of Northampton being shot dead by Aven's soldiers, and it pained him in his heart, as if he saw a large amount of gold coins leaving him.

"Bastard!"

Although the Earl of Oxford didn't know King Charles, when he saw the outfit on King Charles, he knew that this person was not ordinary, and if he could catch him, he might be able to have a chance of life.

He roared and immediately rushed towards King Charles, seeing the Earl of Oxford swinging his riding spear and rampage.

The soldiers around King Charles hurriedly raised their shields and prepared to meet the enemy. But before the Earl of Oxford could rush over, a very thick rope broke through the ground.

The Earl of Oxford's war horse did not have time to stop and tripped directly over the rope. Not only did the war horse fall to the ground, but even the Earl of Oxford on horseback slammed it to the ground.

The Snapdragon soldiers who had been waiting around for a long time immediately stepped forward, raised their hammers and smashed the Earl of Oxford's helmet and head to pieces, and they couldn't see their original appearance at all. The corners of King Charles's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but sigh when he saw the previous scene again.

"The nobles of Mercia are dead, and those who lay down their arms live!"

Losing the command of two counts, the Mercian army soon lost its combat effectiveness. Most of the soldiers surrendered, laying down their weapons and shields, and only a few resisted.

King Charles did not relent, and directly ordered all the Mercia soldiers who resisted to be killed, and then their bodies were thrown into the woods.

King Charles did not embarrass the Mercian soldiers who laid down their arms and surrendered, and took away their weapons and armor, and sent men to escort them away from the border.

"Win, we win! Your Majesty is victorious!"

There was a sudden burst of cheers among the soldiers surrounding King Charles, and then more soldiers raised their hands and shouted King Charles' name and victory.

In response, King Charles also smiled and waved to the soldiers around him. He looked at Count Morlor, who knew it and turned to look for Aven.

The Earl of Morloll searched for a long time, and found Evan at the end of a wooded path far from the battlefield. The latter's armor was covered in blood, and blood was dripping from the shield and hammer on his hand.

"What are you thinking, Aven?"

Count Morol walked over slowly, and asked in a relaxed tone.

"Our Future ......"

Evan said without looking back.

"Our Future?"

Count Morol looked puzzled, not knowing what Evan meant.

"It's okay, let's go back. Calculate the time, it's almost over there, and His Majesty is probably waiting for us."

Evan turned and walked in the direction of the battlefield. Count Morol looked at Aven's distant back with some confusion, not only a little strange......