Chapter 241: measure

Chapter 241 Measures

Knight Alexander's blue eyes rolled around, and his white and handsome face was full of determination. Edward turned his gaze to him, and somehow there was a knight coming and going in and out of him hundreds of years ago, which was a little amazing.

I'm afraid this is the real knight, loyal and dedicated, upright and kind, loving and respectful.

This is the same concept as Chinese taxis dying for their confidants! Edward thought silently.

And Alexander is not like this. Most people see his handsome face and think that he is based on his face, but ignore his record of following Henry VIII to France. For Knight Alexander, it was an insult.

But the young king in front of him has never been like this. He did not abandon or even suppress him because of his previous relationship with His Majesty Henry VIII that should not be exposed. Instead, he trusted him more than Henry VIII.

First reform and control the guards, and then let him lead the guards to attack the group of Catholic mobs, even though he doesn't know the Chinese saying that soldiers die for their confidants, but similar thoughts emerge in his heart.

So, at this moment, Alexander looked a little emotional, his eyes were a little red, his face was inexplicably excited, and a different kind of smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Edward felt himself shivering all over, and an uncomfortable feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Knight Alexander leaned over and greeted with concern, his handsome face lost the previous cold expression, which made Edward feel even more awkward.

"It's nothing, Mr. Knight, it's just a little cold!" Facing such Alexander knight, Edward waved his hand quickly and said hastily.

"Mr. Knight, you immediately lead the 3,000 guards and call the militiamen of Devonshire and Cornwall to act together!"

Edward ordered directly as he resisted the uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" After seeing that the king was fine, Alexander calmed down this time and quietly listened to the king's orders.

"No, you call the militias from the nearby Dorset and Somerset counties. I think the last 20,000 should be there, plus 3,000 guards. These are enough to deal with those mobs!"

Edward stood up, walked a few steps, and said casually.

"So, in the end, what should be done with those mobs?"

Alexander bent slightly and asked.

"Kill—" Edward said with a ruthless expression on his face, "Kill all the leaders of the group, as for the mob that participated..."

"Escort them to Ireland together, force them to convert, and together with their families, I think after they become Protestants, they will automatically fight those Irish people without us rushing them!"

Thinking of this good method, Edward couldn't help feeling complacent, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although Henry VIII forced the Irish Parliament to grant the Tudor monarch the title of King of Ireland, England only controlled Dublin and some nearby areas, less than one-tenth of Ireland's land, and the population was only tens of thousands.

But after England invaded Dublin, Ireland, it drove away the local residents and nobles, and occupied most of the land. Except for some soldiers and nobles who were rewarded for the expedition, the rest belonged to the royal family.

Most of the Irish believe in Catholicism. If they move their group of Protestants into Ireland, if they don't want to be bullied, they can only rely on the local garrison.

"Ah? Yes!" Alexander hesitated for a moment, feeling that His Majesty the King was too harsh to implicate his family, but when he remembered that this was a Catholic rebellion, such a punishment was relatively light.

Knight Alexander felt pity for the behavior of those mobs in his heart. Isn’t this courting death?

Bending down, saluted the king standing in front, and then quietly chose to leave.

At this time, Edward is also thinking about how to deal with the suppression of the rebellion in the Northeast, whether they should all move to Ireland, carry out colonial expansion, and expand the scope of England's rule.

In this way, plus the Catholics in the west and their families, the total number will exceed 100,000.

And you must know that there are currently only three million people in England and Wales, accounting for one-thirtieth of the population under his rule. This is not a small number.

Moreover, this money is definitely not from the central government. They have no money and can only be paid by the royal family.

Some people say that they can all be reduced to serfs!

However, England abolished serfdom in name in the fourteenth century, and the nobles were forced to give up most of the serfs, and the judicial power was transferred to the royal family.

So, in addition to the royal family and some great nobles who still retain some serfs, a new class has emerged in England-land renters, that is, tenants.

Relegating so many people to serfs in this way is contrary to England's tradition and is not recognized by people.

"Forget it, let's talk about it after we win! What the **** am I doing!"

Suddenly, Edward found himself thinking wildly, the war has not yet been won, at least one or two months away, so there is no rush for now.

At this time, Norwich City, the second largest city in England and the textile and leather center of England, no longer belonged to King Edward. A group of mobs occupied the place, and their leader Robert Kate and others Chief, use Norwich Cathedral in the city center as a conference centre.

As a believer, in Europe, no matter how big the conflict between Protestantism and Catholicism is, no one dares to destroy the church, let alone these mobs who oppose the enclosure.

So, after "discussing" with the priests of the church, out of desperation, the bishop of the church reluctantly lent some rooms to these mobs.

As for the priest who lived in the church since he was a child, Aceh is only fourteen years old this year, and his youthful face is full of dissatisfaction with these mobs.

In the morning, on the way to pray, when he passed those occupied rooms, his face showed resentment. The well-educated him gave a rare soft ‘pooh’, clenched his fists, and walked away quickly.

The guard at the door had a helpless and angry expression on his face, and he could do nothing about such a thing.

From Aceh’s point of view, these mobs are lazy and inactive, their families have nothing, and they don’t want to find a job to live. Instead, after losing their jobs, they launched a rebellion and dared to desecrate God’s holy place. It is unforgivable.

This is not his only view. Aceh’s views represent the views of most English people. They think that these landless farmers are poor because of laziness, not because of land enclosure.

(end of this chapter)