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Down looked to the foot of the hill, you can hear the whinnying of Norman horses, and what sounds like the chanting of psalms. You' re a Norman footsoldier and you hope to God the gentlemen on horses know what they' re doing. But all around you and you can hear the scraping of metal, the sharpening of blades, the mounting of horses. You look up what are the brow the hill and you see a thin glittering line of men and you cross yourself. And you finger the rings on your coat of mail, your hauberk, and wonder just how solid they are. You wonder what use they' re gonna be against an axe. You' ve never seen axes in battle before. But then you catch sight of the Papal banner and take heart. Surely God is on your side. The real beginning must be imagined as the cavalry raced up the hill, one by one getting into range, hearing the rhythmic chant of " Oot, Oot!" Out, Out! from the Saxons, and then hurling their javelins at the front line. |
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zài shān jiǎo xià, nǐ kě yǐ tīng dào nuò màn zhàn mǎ de sī míng shēng, fǎng fú hái néng tīng dào yín sòng shèng jīng de shēng yīn. xiǎng xiàng nǐ shì nuò màn bù bīng, qí dǎo zhe qí bīng men zhī dào zì jǐ zài gàn xiē shén me. shēn biān chōng chì zhe jīn shǔ guā cā de kēng qiāng shēng, mó dāo de sī sī shēng, hé mǎ pǐ de sī míng shēng. nǐ xiàng shān dǐng wàng qù, kàn dào de shì yī zhěng pái shì bīng yín guāng shǎn shǎn, nǐ mò mò qí dǎo, yòng shǒu mō mō shēn shàng de suǒ zǐ kǎi jiǎ, xīn xiǎng tā men dào dǐ jié bù jiē shi, xīn xiǎng tā men shì fǒu néng dǎng zhù fǔ zi de gōng jī. nǐ zài céng jīng de zhàn chǎng shàng cóng wèi jiàn guò de fǔ zi, dàn suí hòu nǐ piē jiàn de jiào huáng qí zhì ràng nǐ chóng xīn zhèn zuò, xiǎn rán shàng dì zhàn zài nǐ zhè biān. kě yǐ xiǎng xiàng, yī kāi zhàn qí bīng shuài xiān chōng shàng shān pō, yí gè jiē yí gè xiàng qián chōng, tīng dào sā kè xùn rén chuán lái de" shàng a" " chōng a" yǒu jié zòu de jiào hǎn shēng, jiāng tā men de biāo qiāng zhì xiàng qián pái dí shì bīng. |