Chapter 312: Scottish Riots (8)

Chapter 312 Scottish Riots (8)

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"Mr. Russell, I hope this is true, we can really win!"

Bishop Hobbs squinted his eyes, wiped the cold sweat from his hands on his sleeves, but with a confident smile on his face, he opened his lips lightly, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people.

Although he was talking to Russell, from a distance, Bishop Hobbs seemed fearless, with a confident smile on his face.

Seeing this, the nervous hearts of the priests next to them eased a little, and the backbone was not afraid, which gave them a lot of courage.

"My lord priest, don't worry. To deal with those nobles, these farmers and soldiers are not the main force. They are just cheese to trap birds!"

"The people who really deal with those nobles, I have already let them lie in ambush in the woods around the church. Only those stupid nobles can chase after them, and we can let them realize what a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"

Russell fiddled with his long red hair casually, and said softly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

From the side of Bishop Hobbs, Russell at this time looked particularly sinister and cunning, as well as that terrible smile.

"Today is the end of the road to success for those nobles. I will definitely teach you a lesson for these traitors!"

Russell looked at the bustling peasants and soldiers in front of him, a cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes.

In his opinion, it was the compromise of the nobles that allowed the English to act willfully in Scotland. Therefore, when he thought that these arrogant nobles were going to be deflated in his own hands, Russell felt a burst of joy in his heart.

Glancing at Russell, Hobbs was also very helpless at this time. In the current desperate situation, he had no choice but to trust this guy who was recommended by other bishops.

If it is money and food, the Danfries Church still has a lot of stocks, but the soldiers are something that the Church cannot realize in a short time, so in the face of this passive situation, Hobbs can only believe that A man praised by other bishops.

"My lord priest, I think that in a few days, Scotland will become a land bestowed by the Lord. I hope you will take care of it by then!"

Of course Hobbs knew what Russell meant, but in the current extremely dangerous situation, is it really appropriate to talk about the future?

At this moment, Hobbs wanted to beat up this arrogant guy to relieve his nervousness.

"Mr. Russell, let's talk about the future later! I'm not in the mood right now!"

Hobbs glanced sideways at Russell, his eyebrows twitched, and said in a cold voice.

Immediately, he stopped paying attention to Russell, and looked closely into the distance, as if searching for the traces of Baron Danfries' army.

Seeing this, Russell naturally knew that the priest was in a bad mood, so he touched his nose immediately with an embarrassed expression.

When the priests behind saw this scene, they naturally wouldn't interrupt without knowing the meaning. For a while, the high platform became much quieter.

There was not a long silence, and a sound of horseshoes startled everyone.

"Your Excellency—"

Drawing a long tail, a relatively strong knight, wearing leather armor, has no armor on his face. It can be seen that his face is very rough.

I saw him coming on a horse, carrying a trail of dust, and came to Hobbs with a "thud, thud, thud". With a beautiful turning action, he got off the horse quickly. I admired it in my heart.

"Your Excellency, according to the investigation of the cavalry, the team of Baron Danfries is only five miles away from us (the Scottish version cannot be found, only the English version can be used), we should prepare!"

The robust knight breathed a little anxiously, staring at Bishop Hobbs with wide eyes, and then looked at the stranger next to him who was trusted by His Excellency, with some vigilance in his eyes.

"Knight Villiers, please get ready to defend the glory of our Lord, it's up to you now!"

Bishop Hobbs looked at the sturdy knight in front of him, bent slightly, and said very politely.

"This is what I should do. For the glory of the Lord, I will weep my blood!"

Villiers' face was full of divine radiance at this time, and a sense of glorious mission emanated from him, which made people admirable.

In this regard, Bishop Hobbs still believed it. The distance between Villiers and Danfries Cathedral was more than a hundred miles, but when he heard that the church was in danger, he took dozens of peasants and soldiers and hurried away. Come over, without a trace of hesitation.

More importantly, Bishop Hobbs knew that this knight was his predecessor's godson, and he had the deepest affection for Danfries Cathedral, and he would bring his family to pray every year.

So, for his trust, Hobbs is far deeper than Russell.

"For the glory of the Lord—"

Hobbs, Russell, and several priests behind them crossed their chests with both hands, muttering in unison.

A minute later, Villiers saluted Hobbs as a knight. Under the service of his attendants, he put on a heavy armor and was helped onto the horse. Looking at the thousands of people, he shouted loudly: " Turn back—”

The entire team of thousands of people then slowly began to turn around, and after about ten minutes, the front row changed to the back row.

At this time, Baron Danfries was leading the large team, slowly approaching this team, and the speed also slowed down.

"Stop—" Baron Danfries roared, and the entire team stopped following the orderer's message.

Because, he saw a burly knight standing at the front of the team, looking extremely burly.

After the team stopped, the knight manipulated the horse, walked forward slowly, approached Baron Danfries, and said loudly:

"Your Excellency Baron Danfries, please forgive my rudeness. I am extremely ashamed of your defiance of our lord. Next, I will use the army to let you know the consequences of insulting my lord!"

Villiers said to Baron Danfries without haste, his tone was neither humble nor uttered, and it even contained a hint of a lesson.

"Hehe! Mr. Knight, I have always respected and worshiped my lord very much. An insult is purely a slander. Today, I am dealing with these false priests. Since Mr. Knight still wants to join in, then please Get ready for the ransom! Hmph—”

It’s not speculative, the baron certainly knows this knight Villiers who often comes here, and even maintains a friendly relationship, but in the face of interests, everything is vain.

So, in the end, Baron Danfries snorted coldly and said something pretentious.

"Hehe—" Knight Villiers also sneered, turned his head and left.

Afterwards, after Villiers returned, he led the army and took the lead in attacking.

Looking at the old, young, sick, and disabled church troops, Baron Danfries burst out laughing.

"Let's go, teach those hypocrites a lesson!"

Baron Danfries roared, and the entire army accelerated immediately, and the ground began to shake.

Faced with such a scene, Knight Villiers was not stage frightened, with a look of determination on his face.

Thousands of infantry in front held their spears and roared loudly to embolden themselves. They marched forward with the large army, and when they saw that the opponent was weaker than themselves, their faces instantly had a trace of rejoicing.

The chance of survival is much higher.

Facing such a spectacular scene, most of the peasants and soldiers on the church side became timid, their thighs trembling unceasingly.

Seeing such a scene, Knight Villiers frowned but relaxed again immediately.

Sure enough, in the face of such a large army, the church army, who had been in a hurry, was shocked and scattered in all directions, fleeing in a hurry.

Knight Villiers couldn't care less, and ran even faster with a few attendants.

In the rear, after seeing this scene, Baron Danfries couldn't help but get excited.

When this kind of victory is at hand, the battle exploits are basically given away. The knights couldn't bear it, and they clamped their legs and quickly chased after them.

Ahead is not war, but a lot of gold coins?

(end of this chapter)