Although Artoria's confession like this is also very useful. But you can see tens of thousands of people around you - even if they are far away, they can't see clearly - even the 150 guard knights nearby can see clearly - even these bastards all looked at the sky and pretended not to see it. But Artoria still felt very shy, pulled out her hands that were held by Egil and punched her, and directly knocked Egil off the horse. Later, Artoria herself also felt as if she was punched by someone because of the effect of the Libra ring. Of course, because her ability is much stronger than Egil, she was not as embarrassing as if she was knocked off the horse.

"Ahem..." Egil climbed up from the ground, then glared at the guys around him who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and whispered: "Who dares to reveal it, I'll make him look good!" Then he climbed onto the horse again - then he saw on the tactical map, his front team seemed to have encountered an enemy. Then he saw a cavalry in front of him running quickly over.

"The rebels are lined up in front! Look at the number of at least tens of thousands of troops!" The improved tomahawk cavalry who also served as scouts reported this.

Egil looked at the system interface and the military force comparison table. His army had a total of 24,650 troops, while the opponent had more than 22,000 troops, and he had a slight advantage. However, in the combat power comparison table, the combat power of his army was five times that of the opponent's army. There is also a tip above: Even idiots would not lose such a battle.

"So, can't you do it if you don't hurt me? It's natural for me to win if the enemy is worse than me. If the enemy is stronger than me, I win if the enemy is better than me, I will be lucky. If the enemy is stronger than me, I will be an idiot if I lose?!" Egil couldn't help it, and complained to the system elves like this.

"You're finally a little enlightened." Unexpectedly, the system elves said in surprise.

“…”

It was officially noon at this moment. However, Egil did not expect that the other party would not defend the city of York, but he had to use some piecemealing peasant soldiers to fight him. He was really stuck in his head and didn't take himself seriously.

In fact, when making such a decision, the commander of the noble alliance also had his own considerations: first, Egil was a foreigner, second, Egil was a foreigner with a very bad reputation, and third, Egil was a foreigner with a very bad reputation and ruled against the enemy.

Therefore, the noble alliance decisively made: in order to fight tyranny and to fight invasion, the English serfs under their command would rise up for their own freedom and family property.

Of course, this is obvious impossible. The serfs obviously do not have as high awareness as the nobles expected. They even don’t even know who they are going to fight against. As for patriotism... what is that? Can they eat it?

In this way, seeing his soldiers being frightened by the opponent's solemn array and the power of the army, morale kept falling. The king of England, the Duke of Lancaster, was publicly recommended by the nobles, sighed silently. Henry IV, knew that this battle was incredible. Once defeated, other nobles could not say that they would still be able to survive. However, 95% of their so-called "King of England" would be hanged to the city of London.

So people are forced out. Henry IV gritted his teeth and stood up, then shouted loudly to cheer up his morale.

"Money, beauty, thirty days to rob the city of London!" After shouting such a slogan, the serfs listened seriously and seriously. They began to fantasize about how much money and goods they could rob after breaking the city of London, and how many women they would...

Tsk, a bunch of miscellaneous. Egil snorted coldly as he watched the other party's despicable performance, and then decided to establish his irrefutable hegemony in Britain with an irrefutable and hearty victory.

"Kill him."

After giving the order in this simple and clear manner, a guard knight standing next to Egil nodded and turned to the side. Then he conveyed Egil's order to Robin Hood, the commander of the longbow soldiers standing in the second array.

"Go, sir, please go and execute the orders you wrote."

"I understand." The former career of a thief made this sharpshooter have no psychological burden for injuring people with hidden arrows. He nodded and walked out, crossed the series of soldiers, and arrived at the front line. Using two Viking warriors holding vulture shields as flesh shields and covers, Robin Hood took off the purple-shirted wooden longbow on his back, and then selected a hunting arrow with a barb from the quiver. He pulled the bow and rolled the strings and finished it in one go. Then, under the gaze of nearly 50,000 troops on both sides - this guy who had been shouting loudly in front of the noble coalition formation, "Oh!", covered his forehead and fell down.

Robin Hood snorted lightly, looking very relaxed. Then he calmly retreated. No sound was made during the whole process. He was like a ghost.

It's dead, it should be dead. Egil chuckled and looked at the rebels who suddenly became chaotic on the other side. Thinking of this.

——If the other party is an elite army, Egil's shameless behavior will probably not make them feel scared, but will instead make them feel angry and even burst out with stronger resilience.

However, the situation is completely opposite. Seeing the king who was speaking generously and encouragingly just now fall down. The little courage that the peasant soldiers who were temporarily recruited quickly dropped to the bottom of the valley at the speed of a rocket. Then they saw the bow arrows on the opposite side shooting like rainstorm. Under the command of the newly added longbow commander Robin Hood, two thousand longbowmen from England and Wales pulled the bows and rolled the strings and shot them densely at the enemy formation. For a moment, the arrows were like locusts, and the large number of recruited peasant soldiers on the opposite side fell down like this.

"Stabilize the formation! Raise the shield, raise the shield, bastard!" The nobles and knight commanders on the opposite side shouted like this. However, these recruited peasant soldiers were really unbearable. Although the commanders shouted like this, the peasant soldiers did not make the peasant soldiers stand a little better. The large shields made temporarily in their hands were even more swaying in a mess, and even opened the heads of the companions next to them.

Immediately afterwards, the usual heavy-armed cavalry charge. The well-deserved king-level troops on the medieval battlefield were heavy-armed cavalry. Egil had a total of 2,500 under his command. The number of such terrifying people was completely beyond half of the imagination. All the noble alliances on the opposite side had the title of nobles, plus their vassal knights, and the ranger knights recruited were only 500. And only a few were equipped with armor. The equipment of horses was something they dared not even think about.

A total of eight hundred Norman elite knights, one thousand two hundred improved tomahawk cavalry, and five hundred battleground sects. As the battlefield priests shouted at the name of the Lord, the heavy cavalry began to charge! The sound of the huge horse hooves made the earth tremble. Seeing the extremely terrifying cavalry group holding spears and rushing towards their side. Many recruited peasants were so scared that they could not even escape. They became meat sauce under the feet of the heavy cavalry.

After the general general's death - the rain of arrows - the heavy cavalry trampled. After three consecutive shocking attacks, the noble alliance army undoubtedly collapsed. A small number of nobles and knights either became mud for heavy cavalry's soles, or were swept away by a large number of deserters.

"Attack on the whole line." Whenever this happens, Egil misses his light cavalry very much. Nowadays, most of the enemy troops are disintegrated. As long as there are always light cavalry troops - no more, about a thousand is enough, and he can make no one of these enemies run away.

However, there was nothing we could do about it. Egil thought about it for a moment and decided to recruit some patrol cavalry after this battle.

In this way, just a battle, the entire noble alliance was defeated in an instant. From the pseudo-king King Henry IV of Lancaster, a total of twenty-nine high-ranking nobles above the baron were killed, and thirty-six were hanged after being captured. Then, these nobles who participated in the rebellion were mercilessly wiped out by Egil. The territory was completely confiscated, and the whole family, including illegitimate children, servants and even pet dogs, were all hanged at the head of London. The dried corpses reminded the passers-by who was the real master of this country.

Next, Egil took a look at the spoils of this battle, including tens of thousands of serfs, nearly 100,000 gold coins, and a large number of manors and fields. After these resources were integrated, the entire England was truly controlled by Egil. At the same time, Egil also owned more land to enthrone the Norman Elite Knights and expand the National Knights. More serfs paid taxes.

The taxes paid in the six British cities in April did not decrease due to war, but increased to 34,000 gold coins. On the one hand, this was because the construction of the main stone road connecting various cities was completed. On the other hand, Egil slammed the separatist forces in China, abolished tax checkpoints from various places, and made trade more convenient. The most important thing was the benefits brought by the territory of the aristocratic alliance confiscated by Egil.

In this way, although the iron-blooded wrist killed the mountains and rivers and changed color, the effect was still quite good. At least the English and the remaining English nobles knew how to be afraid. Egil continued to implement the policy of banning private fights, the judicial power belonged to the royal court, the salt and iron franchise, and other policies. No one opposed it. They were as obedient as grandsons. Egil suspected that even if he asked them to eat shit, they would do it. So people are really a kind of cheap creature who remembers eating but not beating...
Chapter completed!