Thirty-two thousand vs 28 thousand. Egil's army has a slight advantage in terms of quantity. However, for some reason, Egil always feels something is wrong - something completely wrong.

Although Margaret I tried his best to cover it up, it was a little difficult to cut off rumors in this army that seemed to be scattered. In addition, no reinforcements came for almost half a month, the soldiers should know. What they shouldn't know was also different.

Therefore, although the entire Danish army still barely persisted with the unique ruthlessness of the Nordics and the food they plundered nearby. However, in any case, morale was definitely affected.

So Egil really couldn't think of what possible loss he could lose. By the way, Egil was also a five-star commander and eight-star brutal little top-notch general. He would lose even if his troops were stronger than the other party... It's unreasonable.

"So, why?" Egil asked the system elves in this way in the spirit of asking about the system.

"Do you think this kind of thing has a direct relationship with the system?" asked the system elves.

"Uh, it doesn't seem to be." Egil said.

"Then think about it yourself, stupid!" the system elf shouted.

Well, at least Egil can be sure, and when asked about something that is not related to the system, the system elves usually don't answer him.

After the two armies confronted each other for two days, even Egil's army could not sit still. There was a rumor among the nobles who originally belonged to Oslo: Egil just didn't want to go to rescue. He just wanted the Danes to kill Felix II, so he would take the opportunity to annex Oslo.

Well, this is not a lie in a sense. It is indeed partly because of this reason that Egil does not play.

However, Egil saw that if this continues, his army will be unstable. The actions of the Oslo nobles will not be conducive to his future rule in the Oslo region - this guy has now regarded Oslo as his territory.

So, after the Danish army on the opposite side submitted the third letter of war, Egil took it with the flow and agreed that tomorrow, no matter the weather or time, everyone would meet and divide life and death.

That night, the military camps of Norway and Denmark were full of tension - and Egil was also lying on the bed and flipping left and right, unable to sleep. However, in the end, he did not understand what he was worried about, but instead fell asleep in a daze under the cool breeze outside the tent.

The next day, the sun was not salty or light, and it was not cold or hot. Although it was already May, the white fox fur cloak on Egil could continue to wear. This is the climate in Nordic.

The two armies were arranged neatly at the fastest speed - Egil's five-point dictatorial attributes played a role. The nobles of Oslo and Bergen gave him the highest command not far away. After that, their army was barely trained by Egil, and the regular army, the recruited spearmen, the knight light cavalry and so on, were barely divided into several levels. They looked a little bit.

On the opposite side, although the Danish army had eaten a little less recently and was slightly malnourished, its fierce momentum remained unabated. A total of 28,000 people were divided into three-layer fronts - but they all ranked cannon fodder in the first line. The knights and knight entourages were shot in the second line, while the regular main force was ranked in the third line.

"After all, it's a regular army." Egil climbed a small hill on his side, took out his telescope and looked at the opposite side, and then sighed: "If you don't say anything else, at least this formation looks quite decent."

Afterwards, the battle began - the Danish army took the initiative - or, in other words, wanted to use this to destroy the morale of the Norwegian army (?). Under the constant urging of the knights behind the recruitment of cannon fodder, these cannon fodders charged unwillingly, weakly, and frowningly.

"So... forget it, there's nothing to say, shoot." Egil frowned. Although he used cannon fodder to consume the enemy's power before the official war began. This kind of Aceby thing was indeed very common in the Middle Ages. However, Egil felt that this was really unsure. Who knows what these cannon fodder were thinking about? Maybe you let them go in the first second, and in the second second they would turn around and bite you back.

In addition, there is another point, that is, its power is too weak.

After Egil's order to shoot, the general guard quickly took out his horn and blew it up, and the front row of crossbow-carrying militias quickly turned the strings. Behind them, the Nordic archers lined up in three rows of formations also set off their bows. Before the nobles who were all arranged on the other wing by Egil had time to sigh at the number of projectiles in Egil's army. The cannon fodder of the Danish army on the opposite side began to scream one after another and fell to the ground.

Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, and the equipment on them is not up to standard. Even a shield is not included among them. Although the formation is chaotic, it will offset the attack of arrows to some extent. However, without armor, there is no armor. In this way, the effectiveness of crossbow arrows and bows can be maximized. It doesn't matter whether it is shot in the head or the knee. It can be exchanged for the opponent's cannon fodder scream.

That's enough.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the charge speed on the opposite side was significantly slowed down. Although the cannon fodders were given the name of cannon fodder, this does not mean that these guys really want to die - on the contrary, these guys have a stronger will to survive than anyone else. Seeing that many people died suddenly, many cannon fodders wanted to escape.

So, some of the brains were relatively off-line and turned their heads and ran towards their own positions.

So, what greeted them was the long sword in the hands of the knights.

"Charge! You cowards and cowards! Charge me, or I will kill you!" It seemed like this kind of screams and scolding sounded from all over the Danish camp. The cannon fodders were helpless, and they could die if they moved forward, but if they moved back, they would definitely die if they were knights. However, if they moved back, they would kill themselves, while if they moved forward, they would kill the enemy. The serfs who were used to being bullied by noble knights and others made a decision immediately.

So, let's go forward. And this time, I don't know if it was stimulated by blood or what happened. The combat effectiveness of cannon fodder serfs recruiting peasant soldiers suddenly increased a lot. Looking at the hatred eyes, he actually blamed Egil's side for his guilt. Then, they rushed forward like chicken blood.

Seeing the cannon fodder array on the opposite side from close to collapse to turning and fighting again, it took only a few minutes to rub his eyes and feel a little incredible. What do I think about the heads of these people? After being cut off, can they increase their combat effectiveness? What logic?!

Denmark is a regular army after all, it seems that the number of peasant soldiers recruited in such a way only accounted for 40% of the army, more than 10,000. The equipment was not good, so Egil could handle it. The archers held crossbows and militia retreated. Then the infantry array formed a dense formation like a wall. A solid infantry line formed by Viking soldiers and Viking soldiers quickly emerged. The front row of soldiers waved their axes and slashed them, while the rear row of soldiers threw their flying axes with all their strength to provide long-range support.

The four thousand Viking troops under Egil only dispatched 2,500 this time, and the seventh floor of the array was slightly weak - but despite this, they were still moving forward rapidly in a crushing manner.

"So, is that OK?" At this moment, Margaret I was also standing on the high platform - but she was not as powerful as Egil, and had a monocular telescope. But at this time, as long as she had eyes, she could tell - her front was retreating and retreating. She looked like she was about to lose.

"The spy came to pay back just now and said that the other side would need to prepare more." The general next to the queen said.

"These bastards." Her Majesty the Queen cursed viciously, and then said, "Okay, my general, don't you think you should do something to restore such a decline?"

The general looked embarrassed: "Then let the second formation attack. Your Majesty."

"Yeah." Margaret I's expression improved a little.

Afterwards, the knights of the second formation and their entourages - a total of more than 2,000 heavy cavalry, quickly formed several square formations, and then completely ignored the cannon fodder that was still standing in front of him. He launched a decisive charge towards the army opposite Egil.

This also indirectly led to the complete collapse of the cannon fodder troops of the first camp of the Danish army - however, this seemed worth it. The knights started charging after running to a hundred meters of the Viking Army array - during which time they bullied a lot of their cannon fodder. Then they used horse hooves to crush them into meat paste. The cavalry group accelerated to the highest level at fifty meters - and then, the Viking Army on the opposite side slightly weakened the formation of the cavalry - and then, an extremely tragic thing happened.

Never fight against heavy cavalry on plain terrain - unless you are tired of living.

Even with a dense formation, even wearing heavy chain armor, even the violent Viking warriors still seemed so powerless when facing the speeding knights. The first row - and even the second row, and the third row, were all injured. The Viking warriors were killed and injured. The Viking army suddenly lost nearly 20%. Egil, who was distressed, thrust.

Because the incident happened suddenly, and Egil did not expect that the other party was so cruel and completely ignored his own army - even if those were just cannon fodder, but... well, the cannon fodders died to the point.
Chapter completed!