Chapter 311: Scottish Riots (7)

Chapter 311 Scottish riots (7)

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As mentioned above, Scotland is short of iron ore and rich in copper ore, but they lack the necessary smelting technology.

Not to mention firearms, there are not many of these things in England. I am afraid that what Duke Edward captured a while ago is their entire inventory.

So, in the face of heavy cavalry like knights, against the Scots, the effect is actually quite obvious.

"You let them form a battalion alone, gather together, don't disperse!"

Thinking about it, the heavy cavalry should be gathered together to be powerful, otherwise they would not be as good as infantry if they were scattered.

"This, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult!" Carrile touched his beard and said softly.

"I know that they belong to different mercenary groups, but if not, how can I let them be in the palm of my hand?"

Edward certainly knows that these wandering knights are the central figures of various mercenary armies, and it is not easy to ask them to give up their rights.

However, this is another thing that has to be done.

Let these wandering knights gather together, it is easy to control them, so that this group of mercenaries of 5,000 people disperses into a group and no longer threatens him.

After all, five thousand troops are near London, which is a huge threat.

"Tell them, if you still want to have a chance to get the fief, do as I say, or let them go back to Germany."

Thinking of such a potential threat, Edward's voice became more serious, and he ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will complete your instructions!"

Glancing at the king's stern eyes, Sir Carrile lowered his head and agreed.

"Okay, then, tell me, how did this triangular-shaped camp form?"

As he spoke, Edward continued to lie on the girl's plump lap, asking lazily.

"The triangular shape is mainly due to the three large mercenary groups. The total number of the three has reached more than 3,000 people. The other scattered mercenary groups follow them separately, so the camp becomes a triangle!"

"Then, it is even more necessary to carry out the proposal I just made, otherwise, it is very easy to cause military chaos. London is not far from here!"

Edward spoke more earnestly about this.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the mercenary camp.

Edward did not enter the mercenary camp, but walked around the camp under the protection of the guards.

I saw these mercenaries sitting scattered around a fire frame. A clay pot or iron pot was hung on the fire frame. Several people sat around and gathered together to keep warm by the temperature of the flames. Some of them had Some hot water, or some animal bones and meat.

In this early spring and cold season, they are dressed in ragged clothes. Perhaps the most valuable thing is the long sword in their hands!

Seeing this, Edward finally understood that being a mercenary in ancient times was a poor group of people, either poor or dying in a foreign country. This was their final outcome.

Seeing the miserable appearance of this group of people, Edward felt a little pity, shook his head, and said to Lucy beside him:

"You will send some bread and pork later, and some linen. They came to fight. I don't want to lose precious troops at this time!"

After a few glances, Edward lost interest and had nothing to look at.

Lucy glanced at the mercenary in trash over there, and then at the king, and gave a slight grace.

At this time, in Danfries Town, Baron Danfries on this side was riding a horse, standing in front of his castle, looking at the densely packed soldiers in front of him, Baron Danfries couldn't help laughing.

Behind him, there were twenty-three knights and two knights, all wearing armor, the cold wind was blowing, and the brightly colored banner behind him was blowing, looking extremely majestic.

In front of him, densely packed soldiers stood upright one by one, some with sharpened spears, some with dung forks, and their weapons were all kinds of strange.

Although it looked a bit decadent, the 2,000-man army still gave him unlimited confidence.

"Lord Baron, with so many troops, how can those soft priests be our opponents?"

Behind him was a majestic knight, almost as big as two Baron Danfries. He looked at the countless soldiers in front of him and said to Baron Danfries in a deep voice.

"I think it won't take a day, maybe only a morning, and the church will be defeated and flee!"

"This group of hypocrites will definitely flee!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Baron Danfries' lips for the flattery his subordinates patted. Obviously, he accepted it all.

Maybe thinking of the wealth he was about to acquire, the smile on Baron Danfries' face deepened a bit.

"Everyone, let us carry our faith in the Almighty Lord and convey the glory of the Lord, let us go forward bravely! God is watching us!"

Baron Danfries turned his head back, his plump face suddenly flushed with blood, and then turned his head again, yelling at the soldiers in front of him.

Baron Danfries' hoarse roar shocked the knights behind him for a while, and then followed his roar and shouted together: "For the glory of the Lord, defeat these hypocrites!"

“God is watching us!”

The soldiers in the front row were infected by this atmosphere, and their faces immediately became bloodshot, shouting loudly:

For the glory of the Lord, strike down the hypocrites

God is watching us

...

The other soldiers also followed the atmosphere and shouted together.

So, two thousand people shouted together, looking very imposing, and Baron Danfries became more and more confident in his heart.

It is so important to be famous as a teacher! Even when dealing with the priests, this group of ignorant villagers still chose to believe in their lord, the prestige of hundreds of years is not fake.

This is for the glory of the Lord, this is a good excuse for many years!

Two thousand people is the largest number of people recruited within his rule, and he must win with one blow.

At this time, in front of the Danfries Cathedral, people gathered one after another.

Russell rushed over at this time, and stood in front of the church with Bishop Hobbs of Danfries, watching the chaotic scene ahead.

It is said that they are soldiers, but in fact, most of them are some strong servants of squires and guards in the church, as well as some peasants who came here voluntarily (forced).

For a while, the priests following Bishop Hobbs became dazed one by one, giving up hope for this victory.

Regarding this, Bishop Hobbs, who seemed calm, was actually agitated, but he didn't show it on his face. His palms were already covered with fine cold sweat.

(end of this chapter)