The sun had just risen over the horizon, and the whiteness of the fish belly in the east had dissipated, and at this time most of the Janissaries in the city of London were fighting against the wake-up horn, their heads smothered in the quilts, and they pounded the bed boards in anger but helplessly, and crawled out of bed with a bitter look on their faces before the commander broke into the barracks to urge. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Once dressed, they lined up to receive bread and vegetable soup, and if they were lucky, there might be a few bits of meat in the soup.

"Garrison, I won't be in the army for the rest of my life. ”

"Let's talk about it after half a year, old man. ”

They whispered, staring expectantly at the pot of soup and the spoon in the cook's hand, hoping to get two more pieces of meat for themselves.

A sudden exclamation disturbed the calm that belonged to the early morning.

"The enemy is coming!

Hearing this order, their first reaction was to be stunned, and then they quickly came back to their senses, rushed back to the barracks, grabbed their weapons, and rushed to the assembly point.

There is also a more calm part, they take advantage of the chaos to unhurriedly serve a bowl of soup from the pot and carry a few breads.

The heralds rode across the streets on horseback, reminding the inhabitants to stay safe, and the news of the arrival soon spread to every corner of the city, causing people to get restless and crawl through the windows to look out anxiously.

When the news was heard, the king was playing with the queen in bed.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and, accompanied by the royal guards, drove out of the royal castle, a symbol of nobility, in a carriage.

"What's the matter, the enemy only found out when they were outside the city!" he angrily scolded the aggrieved city defense general beside him with his head down.

"I'm sorry Your Majesty... Our sentinels can only see that far. ”

"What about the defenders stationed outside the city, are they all blind?!"

"The enemy is coming from the east, have you forgotten, two months ago the Welsh border was fighting again, and the defenders on the east side were redeployed. ”

"Damn it!" the king clenched his fist hard, stared in the direction of the city gate, and urged, "Coachman, hurry!"

At this moment, his heart was extremely worried, the enemy army had suddenly arrived at this time, and the black crows of the Tower of London had fled in flocks not long ago, could this be a sign of the imminent destruction of England?

......

Only five hundred meters from the walls of London, the majestic army of knights stopped, a distance beyond the range of the artillery, and they were able to calmly line up.

Zheng Fei straddled the English thoroughbred, using a telescope to observe the movement on the opposite side, and the Tower of London came into view, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Is Santiago still alive? must be alive, because Zheng Fei can feel that the guy is still in the tower.

Maybe we've been together long enough to reach this tacit understanding, or rather, induction.

The gates of the city were wide open, and the Praetorian Guards, who were ready to attack, rushed out of the city and lined up as fast as possible in a wide area five hundred meters long, but when the opposite side was arranged, they found that their tens of thousands of people were so small in front of the invaders.

"Attack, Commander?" Bert clenched his sword and stared indifferently at his enemies, he hadn't fought in a long time, which was boring for a worthy knight.

"Nope. Zheng Fei replied.

He wanted to solve the problem peacefully, and he knew that the king of England could not be the kind of hot-blooded young man who would not compromise.

The king climbed the city wall in a panic, craned his neck to look at the army of knights five hundred meters away, and after estimating the number of opponents, he muttered in distraction...... Where did they come from......"

"Your Majesty, could they be French?" said the Chancellor, worried.

"How could it be, in the year of the fall of the famous Constantinople, the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France ended, the British army stationed in Bordeaux surrendered, France had already recovered all its territory, and it had only been repaired for ten years, and the French dynasty wanted to provoke a war again?"

"But such a large enemy could not be Wales, could it be the Scots?"

"Scotland—" The king frowned at such a reminder, and suddenly thought of something, and snorted.

"Look, they don't look like knights!"

"Knight?" the minister narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, his chin bowed: "Like... Hmm, you think they're descendants of the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Is there anything else?" the king gritted his teeth and slammed down the walls in indignation.

A descendant of the Knights of the Round Table, who inhabited Scotland, he had heard from his elders more than once, was King Arthur's most loyal follower, a force to be reckoned with.

After seizing the throne that year, in order to consolidate his rule in England, he sent envoys to Scotland four times, trekking through mountains and rivers to find the group of knights who were far away from the outside world, trying to persuade them to use it for himself, but they were unmoved, whether it was inducement or coercion.

As things stand, could it be that they have joined Scotland?

"That's a terrible thing. Thinking of this, the king muttered to himself.

However, what made him strange was that although the other party had already set up a formation, he did not launch an attack for a long time, as if he was waiting for something.

After a short thought, he guessed that the other party was waiting for him to come forward to negotiate, and in that case, he had to seize this rare opportunity.

"Nat, immediately go and inform the troops stationed around London, and come to support quickly!"

"Your Majesty, the nearest army will not come until the evening, and there will be far from enough. ”

"I'm trying to hold them back until all the reinforcements arrive. The king waved his hand and motioned for him to hurry away.

The inhabitants of London waited in their homes for a long time, but could not wait for the war to ignite, and out of curiosity, they climbed to the higher roofs to see what was going on outside the city.

Noticing the restless crowd in the city, the king closed his eyes and made a prayer gesture and took a deep breath: "Escort, follow me out of the city." ”

When the Praetorian Guards, who were waiting outside the city, saw His Majesty come out, they automatically made way and saluted.

The king strode to the front of the battle and ordered his cronies to shout to the enemy troops a hundred meters away.

"I am King Edward IV of England! I need to negotiate with your commander-in-chief!"

Hearing this loud voice, Zheng Fei smiled, it can be regarded as waiting.

He whispered a few words to Bert, who responded loudly: "Take the flag as an order, and the envoys on both sides will step forward at the same time!"

With that, he lowered his sword and reverently held high the banner that had been used by the Knights of the Round Table for generations, which depicted the sword of the king and the sun, symbolizing the infinite splendor and sacredness.

In order to facilitate the control of the situation, the king himself stepped forward as an envoy, and of course, he did not forget to bring a team of guards.

At the same time, dozens of Spartan warriors accompanying the team accompanied Zheng Fei and set off.

When he was only a few dozen meters away, the king felt that the figure coming from the opposite side seemed to be a little familiar, which made him puzzled.

It wasn't until he got closer that he saw Zheng Fei's face clearly, and in an instant, he was stunned, and he stiffened in place like petrification.

After a long pause, he raised his finger at Zheng Fei in disbelief, panting and widening his eyes: "It's you..."