Chapter 659 The Third Battle Begins

During the rest of this Black Friday night, the Normans were praying, and the English were fighting on their own land. In order to restore the morale effect of the failed night attack, Harold made his soldiers drink wildly all night. liquor.

Harold knew that victory in this battle would give him a boost of prestige, while defeat would mean the end of Anglo-Saxon England and his own death.

At the same time, William, who had been camped in Hastings for many days, was fully rested and ready. He led the soldiers and prayed until the early morning under the sacred banner bestowed on him by the Holy See, "May the Lord bestow the most holy power today to guide Norman Man conquered evil and brought everlasting peace to the land."

Victory would make him the richest man and most powerful leader in Europe, a duke turned king in the Lord's witness.

The last of England's three battles in 1066, and the largest, the Battle of Hastings, was imminent.

At eight o'clock in the morning on October 14, Norman scouts spotted Harold's army emerging from the woods where they were stationed.

William, Duke of Normandy, thought that after a long wait, he could finally fight Harold to the death—but when he was putting on his armor, the illegitimate grand duke was a little annoyed to find that the chain mail he had just put on was worn backwards.

William found that the faces of the vassals around him were once again worried about this ominous omen. The Duke of Normandy had experienced various misfortunes and embarrassing events in this battle. Before crossing the English Channel, he encountered an abnormally long north The wind, when the adventure forced the sea, a huge and deadly storm suddenly rose up on the calm sea. More than three hundred ships were lost. It was reversed again, and the back of the chain armor tightened William's Adam's apple, making him look a little funny.

Such ominous omens will of course make the people of Normandy feel uneasy, but William, who has become accustomed to dealing with such things, ignores the fear of his subordinates and the kind of eyes that seem to be mentally retarded, and begins to pretend to be relaxed. The vassal laughed out loud - either this really relieved the tension of his subordinates, or William's subordinates could only follow their lord's wishes to give him a step down at this time. In short, the atmosphere at least followed The awkward but polite laughter emanating from the Norman army eased.

Seeing this, William got on his horse cleanly and began to give his troops the final encouragement: "Great Normans! Great Bretons! Great Burgundians! Every believer in the Lord! Today , I will lead you to fight under the banner of the Lord! I will once again lead you to victory!"

As soon as they arrived on the battlefield, it was clear that the Normans were still full of confidence in their leader, and their army roared impatiently following William's speech.

And Harold, who led the troops out of the forest, did not panic when he saw the imposing Norman army in the distance. He had already known the situation here from the soldiers who were familiar with the local terrain. He led the troops Quickly occupying a hill that they had been eyeing before the battle, they built an impenetrable shield wall on the slope as always.

This is King Harold of England's declaration of war on William, Duke of Normandy, and the beginning of the battle by occupying the high ground.

The two sides fought on the front line, and the Norman troops were assembled at the foot of the mountain. They had three thousand cavalry and crossbow troops far exceeding England. The English, on the other hand, proudly raised their shields and stood on the hillside to occupy a favorable position. Just below the hillside was a wet swamp. If the Normans wanted to attack them at close range, they had to cross the swamp first, and then climbed to the ground. Slope, the English obviously intended to defend this place and did not mean to leave, they just challenged the Normans on the hillside with their own knocking on their shields.

At the foot of the mountain, the archers took the lead and lined up neatly. In the middle were the Norman infantry with shields and swords, while the Norman knights who made the European continent fearful were put at the end.

Duke William frowned and shook his head, pursed his lips, showing a resolute expression: "The British own the hillside, and I own the Lord."

Behind this hill called Senlak is the Norman's reward, the fertile land of England.

The Normans sang neatly, which was the song of the French heroic epic Roland.

Seeing this, Odegar, one of the captains of the king's guard, took off his helmet and waved it in the air, solemnly swearing to the troops he led: "I swear before the battle..."

Under the leadership of Odegar, the morale of the other part of the English soldiers was mobilized, and all the English militiamen spontaneously followed him to take the oath. They neatly read the Anglo-Saxon Mead oath-that is, The oath taken was in response to the Norman's Song of Roland: "I will fight for my king, shrouded in horse leather, and if my king or master dies, I will fight like them, and if anyone sees that I am afraid of death , escaped before the battle, he should warn me with the oath I swore before the people..."

Mordred, the pot-headed knight at the bottom of the mountain, looked at the solemnly sworn Englishman on the mountain, and showed a cruel and joking smile. His expression was like a beast about to pounce on its hard-to-escape prey, and then he was full of jealousy. Glancing at the red-haired knight not far away, he won the appreciation of Grand Duke William after this reconnaissance operation. The Duke of Normandy asked him to lead an army in this battle, and he could only be his deputy— —Mordred did not rush to report to William in this situation, he planned to use the other party's private release of the enemy's information as a means of threatening the other party.

After the opponent's English took the oath, the generals like Aiwu Taylor Buddha ordered loudly to the troops they led: "Archers... get ready!"

With their order, all the archers drew their bows and faced the English on the mountain.

Arrows flew like rain, clanging towards the English camp, and inserted into the shields they had raised, making a fierce metal impact sound. But there are still a few English militiamen whose legs and bodies were too unlucky to be shot and fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside. The Normans at the foot of the mountain obviously did not give them a chance to relax and recover. Aiu Taylor Fo has ordered the archers to launch a second round of shooting.

The arrows hit the shield like hailstones. Although some militiamen in England fell to the ground with arrows, and the few long-range troops of the English were not enough to fight back effectively against the Normans, the shield wall was as solid as a wall. The team's addition appeared unscathed.

The Normans could not drive the English off the hills by doing this. Now it was their turn to give the Normans the greatest honor and let the Norman enemies fear the ultimate weapon. Paid a huge price at sea.

The horses lined up side by side, and the knights on them held spears in their hands. When Aiu Taylor raised his arms again, he ordered: "Cavalry, charge!" The impact, and the momentum of such galloping horses obviously caused a lot of restlessness among the English militiamen.

"They're coming!" Tophy couldn't help but took two steps back, his lips turned white with fright, obviously there were not a few Englishmen like him. The English militiamen held up their shields, trying to resist the trampling of the iron hooves, and the spears of the condescending Normans on horseback pierced their bodies fiercely through the gaps in the shields.

The militiamen in England let out horrified screams, and the wounded militiamen crawled forward on the ground, trying to escape this hell on earth.

But with the hard work of the English and the help of the terrain, some of the Norman cavalry, who hadn't quite picked up their speed, were stabbed by their spears from their horses and fell off their horses.

Beside the battlefield, Alan and Merlin sat on a huge crossbar. This was under the ancient apple tree that Alan found according to the records in the "Anglo-Saxon Chronicle". Observe what happened on the battlefield.

Allen cast the Muggle Repelling Curse around them. Even if a soldier accidentally passed by their area, he would suddenly think that he had deviated from the attack direction ordered by the general and immediately stay away.

Looking at the battle in front of him, it is not the first time Allen has experienced it, and he can't help but sigh. Although the lethality of the battle in the era of cold weapons is not as fast and powerful as that of modern hot weapons, it is always loud and noisy. Excitement and fear followed in such a bloody and cruel way.

Still, his staff wasn't idle.

Merlin, who was sitting on the side, watched the war in front of him and tried to find his acquaintances, while constantly stuffing the pudding that Hufflepuff stuffed into Allen's pocket, and after swallowing the pudding, He grabbed another piece of fragrant roast venison sprinkled with spices, and bit into it with a whimper—for a medieval boy whose adoptive father was only a farmer, no matter how brilliant his future was, he would not let him He had the opportunity to taste these delicacies that he had never heard of before, and being buried under the ruins without eating for a long time made him completely let go of the appetite brought about by the blood of the bottomless abyss demon in his blood.

Allen glanced at his slightly swollen belly calmly, and suddenly thought of the sentence that everyone often sighed: "Oh, Merlin's fattest briefs!" Allen still can't see it now, but if he does If you eat it, the interjection seems to be groundless.