At this moment, the entire Polish camp was in chaos. The large number of torches used for lighting in the camp were used by the Norman Knights. For a moment, the fire was soaring into the sky. When the whistle and whistle the wind of level 4 or 5, the fire was out of control. Screams, roars, the thrilling sound of swords piercing the body, the roar of war horses, and the "crunch" sound of horses who stomped on the ground and died, or those who did not die.

"Win!" Although in such chaos, Egil could hardly effectively control the army - and did not stand high and see far, Egil's visual range was not very large, making him unable to accurately grasp the battlefield situation at this moment - but there are two things that are certain.

First, win! Just like Egil shouting excitedly, if there were no other changes at this moment, Egil's night attack was a great success! With the slight losses of his side, it severely damaged the United Kingdom army. Seeing the comparison of troops displayed on the system interface - the other side had lost 7% of the army, which means that in such a very short period of time, the United Kingdom army had already lost nearly 5,000 troops. However, Egil's army had lost less than one percent of the loss! That is to say, less than fifty people were killed!

Second, killing people and setting fires, no matter which nation, they are born with this skill. In other words, this is universal to all human beings. Egil does not need to worry about it at all.

However, this night attack seemed impossible to win a complete victory. After Egil was determined to charge towards the center of the United Kingdom military camp, killing many people who were running around and unknown which country it was, Egil took the army to wander around for several rounds, and during this period, several short raids, killing a lot of enemy troops. However, no matter what, no one could find someone who looked like a king or a grand duke.

"I'm a little girl, run away?" Afterwards, Egil made such a judgment. If Vadislaw ran away, it would be fine. The key is that if the opponent did not run, he was still lurking on the battlefield, and was trying to accumulate strength and gather the defeated troops to counterattack...

Thinking of this, Egil bit his lower lip, which was frozen pale. He thought to himself: Others attacked at night "I don't know how many enemies came in the dark, so I had to run away." As a result, when he got here, he became such a virtue?! Are the other party brainless?! There are many people, many cavalry, and many cavalry are coming to rob the camp! Why don't you run away?!

In this way, Egil fought in vain in the middle of the barracks. At this moment, the army that Egil could command was only two or three hundred knights. The other cavalry didn't know where they ran. After defeating the enemy in the south, the enemy in the north organized again, defeating the enemy in the north, and the enemies in the east and west surrounded them, and finally fought... Although Egil had extremely strong bonus, the number of knights was too small after all, and they quickly fell into a melee. If the previous battle was for charge, then the current battle was for breaking through...

Egil still led the knights to fight, and tried to gather more cavalry, divided the cavalry into groups, and charged against various parts of the enemy, dispersing the enemy that had been organized. Then he turned his horse's head and gathered together. The United Kingdom's army also took advantage of this skill to gather together again, forming a tight formation, a shield wall or a hedgehog round formation, etc., which made Egil very disgusting.

So, this game continues.

Although it seemed that the Normans had the advantage, Egil's army was a little too small after all. Although Egil tried very hard to lead his guard knights and as many Norman Royal Knights as possible to rush around in the enemy's barracks, as time went by, the United Kingdom's army recovered bit by bit. The resistance encountered by Egil's troops became more and more serious and more organized - in the next hour, Egil saw that the enemy suffered more than 10%, while his side also lost five%. This is clear.

Unexpectedly, the other party could organize a decent resistance under such circumstances. Egil sighed secretly and looked over, but found that the enemy's nomadic light cavalry had completely reacted at some point. Tens of thousands of light cavalry turned over and launched a counterattack against the Norman Knights. Only then did Egil recall the state of the nomadic people they killed before. These damn animals actually slept with their own animals! In addition, the weather was cold, and these equipment were basically leather armor, or fur clothes, nomadic people in order to keep the cold, and they held their own bows and arrows and sabers to sleep on their mounts. In this way, if things happen, they would not be prepared like other troops, and they would soon be put into the battle!

"If you continue to fight, you won't get any advantage. Get ready to retreat." Egil thought so, and then ordered the guard knights beside him in a deep voice: "Blow the horn, let's retreat."

Afterwards, the guard knights quickly took out their horns. At the same time, a total of fifty guard knights, except for the few on the outermost side who were fighting without any effort, they all took out their horns.

A short horn sound was remembered, followed by the same short horn sound... After ten consecutive short sounds, most professional heavy cavalry heard the horn sound. They understood that this was the meaning of preparing to retreat - however, as Gill had guessed before, the group of dead nobles ignored such horn sounds, and probably had eaten all Egil's repeated instructions as soup and rice. Except for a few with higher IQ and stronger eyesight, the vast majority of the remaining were still fighting desperately.

Egil even saw a very embarrassing scene: a noble knight grabbed a silk robe from somewhere. He was so happy that he couldn't find Bei, so he directly asked his entourage to help him and criticized the robe on himself. But unfortunately, the first thing was that the robe was a woman--or the kind of cheongsam with a big trunk (don't ask me why cheongsam, an invention from the Republic of China, appeared here). The second thing was that his figure was a typical tiger-back and bear-waisted waist.

So, a good cheongsam was ruined by him. With a stinging sound, the cheongsam was torn into two pieces from the middle. Just then, another nomad yelled that Egil didn't understand and rushed over and slashed him with a knife. This guy was wearing a chain armor and was not seriously injured, but the cheongsam was completely scrapped...

"It's easy. If you die a little more of this kind of thing, you will contribute to this society, right?" Egil felt a little powerless to complain, but at least you can't see the scene of the heavy-tasting brother wearing a cheongsam, which is still gratifying.

After this, the noble knights, feudal knights and ranger knights were still fighting bravely and did not take Egil's order seriously. Egil gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "Come on, you, I'm so kind and righteous. Now the road is halfway across the sky, and I'll see you--"

After that, I was about to take my own royal knights and the Tomahawk Cavalry Battlefield Cultivator to walk around...

However, things were not as simple as Egil imagined. The soldiers of the United Kingdom who had reacted were also ruthless. It was too shameful to leave whenever they wanted to come. At this moment, the United Kingdom's recruitment of peasant soldiers and shield spearmen with weak combat power, archers, etc. had long been disbanded, either fleeing or losing their will to resist. However, the remaining army was the essence of the army. In addition to nearly 20,000 nomadic light cavalry and Polish javelin cavalry, a large number of Polish noble knights also reacted and gathered around Vadislaw II.

Speaking of which, Vadislaw II was also strange. He did not place the commander's tent in the middle of the barracks as in normal conditions, but arranged the commander's tent on the southwest side of the barracks. In this way, Egil was spared and had enough time to summon troops to continue fighting with Egil. In this way, after more than 200 Polish guard knights joined the battle, the entire battle situation eventually reversed. Tens of thousands of light cavalry successfully blocked Egil's return. Thousands of knights and knight entourages, nearly ten thousand light cavalry and a large number of heavy shield spearmen attacked directly... Egil suddenly found himself in a heavy siege. It turned out that the evolution from a hunter to a bereaved dog was so fast...

"Damn it! Damn it, Damn it, Damn it!" Egil gritted his teeth, and never expected that he would have fallen to such a state - if he had known it, he would have brought some infantry here. Even if he only brought 10,000 people... and at this moment, there was not even a commander in the military camp, so it was almost impossible to send reinforcements.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter. With the hazy light source of the morning light, the other party even saw that Egil had only more than three thousand cavalry under his command. The aristocrat who couldn't hold back shouted: "Go up quickly! There are not many people!!"

"Blue-back white bird flag! It's King Norman!!"

"Capturing him can be exchanged for a lot of money!!"

...

Well, the good news among the bad news, at least Egil doesn't have to worry about losing his life - the other party plans to capture him alive. After hearing the Poles on the opposite side discussing whether a Norman king can be exchanged for one hundred or one thousand gold coins, Egil finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before Egil was happy, the archbishop and priest Peter beside him shattered Egil's delusion. "Don't worry, your majesty, for the honor of Norman, I will help you solve your pain whenever you have to."

Looking at Archbishop Peter's sincere expression, Egil only wanted to say one sentence
Chapter completed!