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These more than 40,000 people launched a large-scale bloody struggle on the vast plateau, and the blood was scattered on the plateau, moistening the green grass and wild flowers, and making outstanding contributions to this year's agriculture and animal husbandry.

What is the concept of 40,000 people?

By 1601, according to the British themselves, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales had joined forces to make a total of 1.9 million people.

Excluding the 630,000 in Wales and the 300,000 in Ireland, that is, to put it mildly, the whole of Scotland is only 1 million.

And if you count it again, excluding the old, weak, sick and disabled and women, the young labor force is at most 200,000.

In this civil war, half of Scotland's prime was fighting, and the scale was huge compared to Scotland.

And when James IV invaded England, the army was only 20,000.

So, this thrilling civil war was even stronger than the invasion battle between England and Scotland.

Nothing can stop it, and the bright gold coins, even if they are between the same nation, the fight is even more tragic.

The battle of 40,000 people was quite large, and it was crowded with people.

However, time ended quickly, and in less than seven days, the two fought each other and lost both.

The wealth that the church relied on was the hiring of mercenaries from those who had often roamed the continent of Europa, and the officer class was still quite powerful, coupled with sharp weapons and armor, so it was on par with the nobility.

On the aristocratic side, they relied on vassals inherited from generation to generation, and private soldiers who served their families for generations, and elite soldiers accounted for a small part, and they still had an advantage on the whole.

Therefore, the church, which has a lot of money and time, will rely on money in the long run and slowly drag these poor aristocrats to death.

This is not alarmist, the Scottish aristocracy after Edward's ransom plundering some time ago, coupled with the already sluggish economy, is why they are hungry wolves and bite the church.

Therefore, although the two sides suffered more than 5,000 casualties after this battle, they still did not choose to give up for the sake of interests.

And by this time, the news that the army of the King of England had arrived in Scotland made them all square up.

At this time, there was only one sentence in their hearts: the wolf is coming!

And it's a hungry wolf, a hungry wolf with a lot of blood.

They understand that this hungry wolf will not go back without biting down on a piece of meat!

The two sides were very self-aware and stopped the war, and they were very tacitly vigilant against each other, and the war was temporarily stopped.

At this time, our king was just two days away from them, about a hundred miles.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the English are coming, a hungry wolf is coming, and this time, we are not just cutting the flesh and bleeding, but in my opinion, he wants to swallow us in one gulp, leaving no room for anything!"

Sitting on everyone, Russell squinted slightly, looked around with deep eyes, frowned, and looked sad, then patted the desk and said in a heavy voice.

Since he led his army to defeat Baron Damfries' side last time, and because he had helped churches escape from their property earlier, Russell's prestige skyrocketed.

He was the most important speaker in commanding operations, and the bishops everywhere acquiesced.

That's why he sat on the throne as a merchant and got emotionally up with the other bishops.

"Your Excellency Russell, in this case, let's compromise with the nobles!"

Bishop Hobbes watched as this was another battle between the two countries, his eyelids jumped, and he whispered with some hesitation.

"My Bishop Hobbes, will you make up for the loss of your church as it is, unharmed, while we are looted?"

"It is absolutely impossible to negotiate peace!"

On the other side, a bishop with a slightly sharp chin, wearing a white robe, trembled and stretched out his thin left hand in the wide sleeve of his coat, and denied it very firmly.

After speaking, he looked at Bishop Hobbes with sharp eyes, and his indignant eyes made Bishop Hobbes a little afraid to look at each other.

But then he remembered his mission, and his eyes widened, glaring at each other, and not giving in to each other.

As soon as the words of the two came out, the bishops in the tent were immediately divided into two factions, the peace faction and the war faction blamed each other, and for a while, the entire tent was noisy, which shook Russell's eardrums.

"All right, my lords! Be quiet! At this time, quiet discussion is the only prerequisite for our solution! ”

Russell scratched at his long red hair and said loudly, the words did silence them.

"In my opinion, it is indeed too easy to cease war with the nobles like this!"

Russell glanced at Bishop Hobbes and explained softly.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the other side and said softly:

"Simply refuse to negotiate peace with the nobles, then England will directly annex us, and Scotland will be in danger!"

Russell pulled the fight like a peacemaker, trying to get there.

"We can get the nobles to return some of the misappropriated property, and then we can unite with each other and drive out the English!"

Seeing that the two people still had cold colors on their faces and disdain, Russell came up with an idea again.

"Or, can we unite for the time being, and after the English have been driven away, we can continue the suspended war with the nobles?"

Seeing that the two parties looked a little moved, Russell let go of his heart to mention it.

Finally a consensus has been reached, and the only way to do this is to continue the talks.

…………

At this time, the aristocratic side also began to discuss.

The words "peace" and "war" are endless, directly sweeping away the cold air of the entire tent in early spring.

At this time, the army of nobles was led by the young Earl of Argyle, Archibald. Campbell, in his twenties, commanded an army of nobles.

The original Scottish regent, the Earl of Aaron, was old and overwhelmed, and this time the young Earl of Aaron was fighting the war against the church.

As for the aristocrats who are not convinced, it does not exist, you are one of the four major families, and your noble background makes other nobles have to obey.

"Your Excellency, what is the King of England doing in Scotland this time? Is there any attempt? ”

On the side, a nobleman in his forties and fifties, hunched over, asked softly to the young earl who was seated.

"Huh! What can there be? He doesn't want to swallow our Scotland whole, he's not satisfied with the common king anymore, and wants to rule Scotland substantively! ”

The younger Earl of Lennox on the side moved his lips lightly and said with some anger.