Chapter 315: Scottish Riots (11)

Chapter 315 Scottish Riots (11)

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"Eh!" Edward looked at the big man who led the spy department speechlessly, and was also drunk at his stinginess.

"Then, let's wait! When they are almost finished, we will watch this good show!"

Edward turned his head, ignored the boring Guy Ham, and walked into his carriage boredly, lying on the comfortable Persian blanket, his nerves relaxed a lot.

Ten days ago, 5,000 mercenaries, 2,000 noble private soldiers, and 3,000 guards came with the king.

Since Dumfries-Gavery County is adjacent to England, Edward has been staying in York City and watching the changes.

Originally, Edward planned to wait for the Scottish riots before mobilizing the army.

However, this good show can no longer be seen, which cannot satisfy the curiosity in his heart.

To be honest, including the decades in his previous life and this life, he hasn't really seen a war in the sixteenth century.

The last time he came to Scotland, he just came to Edinburgh with a smooth journey, enjoying the fruits of victory directly. He couldn't feel the smoke of war at all. up.

This time is a good opportunity to watch this sixteenth-century war from a few miles away, and then go back and continue to wait for the opportunity.

Watching this ancient battle scene, Edward was actually a little bit excited, but after watching it for more than ten minutes, the army was hacking at each other, and there was no battle at all.

Thousands of people hacked at each other. It seemed like a big scene, but in fact it was just like that. After a while, Edward got bored.

If it wasn't for knowing the result, he would have gone back a long time ago.

Thinking about today's futile escape, Edward slowly fell asleep.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" In a daze, a call came from Edward's ear.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Edward gave a soft acknowledgment, straightened his clothes and hair, got up and got out of the car.

"Your Majesty, this battle is over!"

Guy said in a deep voice with a smile on his face.

Guy has always been worried about His Majesty the King leaving the large army privately to watch the battle secretly. This is in Scotland and it is extremely dangerous.

Simply, this battle is over, it's time to go back.

Looking at the joyful Guy, Edward also had helplessness on his face, so he could only ask:

"Which side won?"

"It's the church, but they suffered heavy losses, and Baron Danfries also ran away!"

Saying that, Guy also looked emotional.

For nobles, he is naturally fond of them, and of course he supports them in his heart.

Hearing this, Edward curled his lips and sneered softly: "Hehe! This is what I want. Whether the nobles win or the church wins, it's what I want. The more chaos the better!"

"Let's go! It's time for us to go back, let them Scots play slowly!"

Edward glanced at the gradually calming battlefield in the distance, boarded the carriage, uttered a word, and entered the carriage directly.

Guy shook his head, led the whole team, got on the horse, then approached the carriage, and started walking towards England.

Hundreds of people came and went quietly without leaving a trace.

At this time, in Danfries Cathedral, under the playful portrait of the merciful Virgin and Child, Russell's face was ashen, and he was in a bad mood.

Bishop Hobbs had a smile on his face, and he was in a very good mood!

"Russell, today is really a good day!"

Hobbs said to Russell excitedly.

"Hehe! This victory is really hard to come by! But, next, I'm afraid it will be hard to say!"

Russell's eyes shone coldly, but his heart was dripping with blood.

These are all hired by him, and they are also one of his important trump cards. Isn't it heartbreaking to lose them so soon?

Three thousand people, nearly 2,000 were killed or injured, and the remaining 1,000 people were also slightly injured, and lost the belief in fighting again, and were also abolished.

"What did you say? This matter is not over yet?"

Hobbs listened, and asked in surprise, with a terrified expression.

"Yes, the 4,000 people who supported Baron Danfries this time, almost all of them were armed, and there were even hundreds of cavalry. This is not the support that ordinary low-level nobles can obtain!"

"So, this time, only the group of people in Edinburgh!"

Russell looked at the front seriously, but kept talking, as if it was a normal thing.

"Are you talking about the four major families?"

Hearing this, Hobbs's face was covered with fine cold sweat, and the news frightened him.

In Scotland, not even the royal family can control the four major families, and even the archbishop of the Scottish diocese is held by David Beaton, one of the four major families. It is conceivable how powerful they are.

"Hehe! More than that!" Russell looked at Bishop Hobbs' panic, and continued: "There are other nobles who have joined forces and are preparing to take us down in one fell swoop. We are in real danger!"

Russell said in an unprecedented serious tone, his whole body tensed up.

If you want to say that you are not worried or afraid, that is a lie.

He was originally a businessman at best. Although his wealth and reputation in Scotland are still very high, compared with the four big families, it is nothing but mud.

This was the first time he faced the four big families directly, and he was more afraid than happy.

Bishop Hobbs turned pale with fright, and his legs trembled.

...

Sure enough, three days later, in Edinburgh, the four major families headed by the ruling Earl of Allen made a formal speech in the parliament, condemning the rebellion of the Dumfries Cathedral, and also denouncing the bad behavior of some local churches against the royal order.

As soon as this remark was made, Scotland's original cannibalization policy of boiled frogs in warm water came to an end. What came from it was the direct and strong push strategy of the nobles.

Perhaps, the devoured fruit has whetted the appetites of the nobles, and the hungry wolf that tasted the blood has already opened its **** mouth, and started gnawing desperately.

And the church side is not easy to mess with.

Although the reprimand order sent by Rome was sent to London by the nobles, the churches in other places are finally choosing to unite.

The church took advantage of money to recruit soldiers.

Soon, their army swelled up like a balloon, leaping to the level of 10,000 people at an astonishing speed, and it was still growing.

The nobles were not to be outdone, they prepared vigorously, and the number of people rushed to catch up.

Finally, after nearly ten days, the nobles and the church each supported more than 20,000 soldiers, and a drama no less than the War of the Roses began.

(end of this chapter)