Faced with the adjutant's question, Robert shook his head, looked at the soldiers who had been fighting with serious eyes, and said directly: "You know, what is the purpose of our battle this time?" ”

"In this battle, we only need to defeat Marquis William's troops, not capture him!"

"If we pursue it relentlessly, even if we catch His Excellency the Marquis, I think that next time, what awaits us is not the negotiators, but the swarming army, the German mercenaries, the militias from all over the country, tens of thousands, with our current situation, it will be impossible to escape death!"

The adjutant suddenly came to his senses, nodded, and then came to his senses.

He was also overjoyed for a while, forgetting the real gap, if he captured the Marquis William, at most he would ask for a ransom, but his situation would deteriorate several times, and he would defeat the goal of promoting talks.

"Besides, with our state, how can we chase?" Robert said leisurely.

"Let the children stop, too much bloodshed will only make the hatred spread even more!"

Robert turned his head, glanced at the adjutant, and then sighed, the compassion was overflowing, which made the adjutant admire him even more.

After a while, the agitated mob stopped what they were doing, and there were less than five hundred of the 1,000 pikemen alive, and the rest were lying in pools of blood, struggling a few times from time to time to brush up on their presence.

At this time, Oxfordshire, at this time, was in the midst of a storm, and the atmosphere was tense and frightening.

In winter, the laid-back Oxfords can no longer talk and talk in the taverns, nor can they walk the streets drunk, noisy or fighting.

All the people cowered at home, and they didn't dare to speak too loudly, and every now and then they looked out the window for fear of being knocked on the door.

Watson, a bachelor who had been drunk all day yesterday, got up from the plank bed with a drowsy head and rubbed his eyes, until he felt his throat was about to dry up.

He didn't care about putting on his shoes, so he took the wooden bowl directly, scooped up a little residual water from the wooden barrel that saw the bottom, and sent it directly to his mouth, regardless of the impurities in the water.

After his throat was more comfortable, Watson went back, put on his straw sandals, put on his thin coat that had been mended, and looked out the window at the light.

Then he opened the broken door of his house and prepared to go to the tavern for a day.

For a bachelor like him, the tavern is the best place for them to go in winter, lively, warm, relieve boredom, and from time to time they can rub some wine to drink, and this day is comfortable.

Shielding his hands from the meager glow of the winter sun, it took a while for Watson to get used to it, and he took a step in the direction of the tavern.

To his surprise, the city of Oxford was too quiet to-day, without the bustle of the past, and the people were in a hurry, and their steps were very different from those of the past.

Watson scratched his sleek, bright head in a bit of confusion, and the sensation made him uncomfortable.

After walking for about ten minutes, Watson came to the tavern he was familiar with.

The tavern, like the other taverns, was old-fashioned, with a flag in the shape of a shot glass, and two strong men stood at the door, like two sculptures, without saying a word.

Arriving at the tavern, Watson found a startling scene, the crowded scene of the tavern vanished, and only two or three people were left drinking rye wine and talking in low voices, as if afraid that someone else would find something.

The doubts in Watson's heart grew stronger and stronger, and a sense of depression made him uncomfortable.

"Boss, bring me a loaf of brown bread and a big glass of rye wine!"

Watson walked over to the wine cabinet and said loudly to the gentle-looking boss.

This voice directly attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern, and the surprised gaze swept him several times, and he was inexplicable, and then turned his gaze to the young boss.

"Little William, what's going on, what's going on lately?"

Holding a large loaf of bread on the counter, which was as hard as a mallet, Watson leaned over and asked his young face.

"Don't you know?" The young boss glanced at the old bachelor and asked suspiciously.

Hearing the question, Watson quickly shook his head, his eyes widened, and his thin face couldn't help shaking.

"Yesterday, a group of men from London, wearing cloaks with red and white roses and carrying swords, broke directly into the John's house. Sir John was taken straight to Oxford! ”

Seeing Watson's ignorant expression, little William threw himself on the counter, his mouth close to the old bachelor's ear, and whispered.

"You mean, the famous Sir John of Oxford?" Watson glanced around and asked cautiously at the young boss.

"Yes, it's all true!" William nodded, "Not only that, the Thomas family, the Owen family, and the Matthew family, which has become famous in recent years, their patriarchs have all been brought directly to Oxford City by this group of Londoners, and I heard that they are still being interrogated!" ”

"Then how can they have such audacity, they are all jazz!" Watson said with a look of emotion as his lips widened.

"Huh! What about Jazz? Little William smiled, "For His Majesty, these people are just ants under their feet, and dealing with them is a breeze!" ”

After saying this, Watson also looked approving.

"I heard that our King Majesty is getting stronger and stronger after conquering that group of northern barbarians (Scotland), how can anyone in England dare to oppose him!"

"So, for this group of Londoners, Oxford is a terrified man! I am afraid that this young king will implicate the innocent and cause trouble to himself! ”

William shook his head, pointed to the empty tavern, and said with a wry smile.

"It's a pity that it's hard for me to do business!"

At this time, Circuit Judge Felton. John's mansion was occupied by Jack and others from London, and along with them were the patriarchs from the four major families.

"Dear Sir John, say it, and don't struggle any more."

Jack in Brill. John's front walked slowly, his voice wafting through the room unhurriedly.

"Say what? What do I have to say? Take me straight to court! ”

Brill's face was indifferent, he looked at the young man in front of him, and said lightly, without a trace of worry in his tone.

"My sir, you know what I'm asking!"

Jack stopped and faced Brill. Sir John said with a smile.

"As for the court, don't worry, you won't be sent over, we don't worry!"

As Jack spoke, Brill's heart beat faster, and he turned pale, and he didn't answer anymore.

Not being sent to court means that he is completely in the hands of the person in front of him, including life.

"I'll go see the situation of the other ones, maybe their confessions have come out!"

Jack walked to the door and said nonchalantly.