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"Mr. Russell, I hope it's true, we can really win!"

Bishop Hobbes squinted his eyes and 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 only two people could hear.

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

Seeing this, the nervous hearts of the priests next to them were also soothed, and the main bones were not afraid, which gave them a lot of courage.

"Master Priest, don't worry, against those nobles, these peasant soldiers are not the main force in the first place, they are just cheese to trap birds!"

"To really deal with those nobles, I have already let them ambush in the woods around the church, only those stupid nobles can chase after them, we can let them experience what a fat sheep to the slaughter is!"

Russell fiddled with his long red hair casually, and said softly with a smile on his lips.

From the side of Bishop Hobbes, Russell at this time looks particularly sinister and cunning, as well as that terrible laugh.

"Today, it is the end of the road of triumph of those nobles, this group of traitors, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

Russell looked at the lively and roaring peasant soldiers in front of him, and a cold light flashed in the corner of his eye.

In his opinion, it was the compromise of the aristocracy that made the English willful in Scotland, so Russell's heart was happy at the thought of these arrogant aristocrats being deflated in his own hands.

Glancing at Russell, Hobbes was also helpless at this time, and the current desperate situation was only to believe in this guy who was recommended by other bishops.

If it is money and food, the Danfries Church still has a lot of inventory, but the soldier is a thing, and the church cannot realize it in a short period of time, so in the face of this passive situation, Hobbes can only believe in this person who is praised by other bishops.

"Sir Priest, I think that in a few days Scotland will become a gift from the Lord, and I hope that it will be taken care of by then!"

Hobbes certainly knew what Russell meant, but was it really appropriate to talk about this future in a very dangerous situation?

At this moment, Hobbes wanted to beat up the arrogant guy and relieve his nervousness.

"Mr. Russell, the future, let's talk about it later! Now I'm not in that mood! ”

Hobbes glanced at Russell, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, and he said coldly.

Immediately, he ignored Russell and stared into the distance, as if searching for the trail of Baron Damfries' army.

Seeing this, Russell naturally knew that the priest was in a bad mood, so he immediately touched his nose and looked a little embarrassed.

When the priests behind him saw this picture, they naturally did not interject without interest, and for a while, the high platform was a lot quieter.

Time did not fall silent for long, and the sound of horses' hooves startled everyone.

"Your Excellency the Bishop—"

With a long tail note, a relatively large knight, dressed in leather armor and not yet wearing armor on his face, could be seen to have a very rough countenance.

I saw him come on horseback, with dust all the way, "dong dong" came to Hobbes, a beautiful turning action, quickly dismounted, and the skillful equestrian skills made Hobbes and Russell couldn't help but admire in their hearts.

"Your Excellency, according to the investigation of the cavalry, Baron Damfries's army is only five miles away from us (the Scottish one cannot be found, only the English version can be used), we should be prepared!"

The sturdy knight's breath was a little hurried, and his eyes widened as he looked at Bishop Hobbes, and then looked at the stranger next to him, who was trusted by His Excellency the Bishop, with some vigilance in his eyes.

"Knight Villiers, be ready to defend the glory of my lord, and now it is up to you!"

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

"This is what I should do, for the glory of the Lord, I will weep blood and go forward!"

Villiers' face was filled with divine brilliance at this time, and a sense of glorious mission emanated from him, which could not help but be impressive.

Bishop Hobbes still believed this, and the distance between Villiers and Damfries Cathedral was more than a hundred miles, but as soon as he heard that the church was in danger, he rushed over with dozens of peasant soldiers without a trace of hesitation.

More importantly, Bishop Hobbes knew that the knight was the godson of his predecessor and had the greatest affection for Danfries Cathedral, bringing his family to pray every year.

Therefore, Hobbes trusted him far more than Russell.

"For the glory of the Lord—"

Hobbes and Russell, along with several priests behind them, drew crosses on their chests with their hands and groaned in unison.

A minute passed and Villiers gave a knightly salute to Hobbes, and under the service of his squires, he put on his heavy armor, and then he was helped onto his horse, and looked at the procession of thousands of men, and shouted loudly: "Turn back—"

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

At this time, Baron Damfries was in command of the large team, slowly approaching the team, and the speed slowed down.

"Stop—" Baron Damfries yelled, and as the herald spoke, the whole team stopped.

Because, he saw, a knight with a strong build, standing at the head of the ranks, looking extremely burly.

When the procession had stopped, the knight steered his horse, walked forward slowly, approached Baron Damfries, and said in a loud voice:

"Your Excellency Baron Damfries, please forgive me for my faux pas, I am so ashamed of your contempt for my lord, and I will use the army to let you know the consequences of insulting my lord!"

Villiers said unhurriedly to Baron Danfries, his tone was not humble or silent, and even had a sense of lesson.

"Huh! Mr. Knight, I have always respected and worshiped my lord, and an insult is just a slander, today, I am here to deal with these pseudo-clergy, since Mr. Knight still wants to participate, please prepare the ransom next! Hmph—"

Without speculating for more than half a sentence, the baron certainly knew this knight of Villiers, who often came here, and even maintained a friendly relationship, but in the face of interests, everything was vain.

So, in the end, Baron Damfries snorted coldly and said something pretended.

"Hehe-" Knight Villiers sneered as well, turned around and left.

Subsequently, after the return of the Villiers cavalry, he led the army and took the lead in attacking.

Looking at the old, young, sick and crippled church army, Baron Damfries laughed.

"Departure, teach the hypocrites a lesson!"

Baron Damfries roared, and the entire army sped up, and the ground began to shake.

In the face of such a scene, Knight Villiers had no stage fright, and his face was full of determination.

The thousands of infantry in front of them raised their spears, roared loudly to cheer up their own courage, and followed the large army, marching forward, and when they saw that the opposite side was weaker than themselves, their faces instantly floated with a hint of happiness.

The odds of survival are much greater.

In the face of such a spectacular scene, most of the peasants and soldiers on this side of the church became timid, and their thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing such a scene, Knight Villiers frowned and immediately relented.

Sure enough, in the face of an army of such a size, the hastily distant church army was shocked by a wave, and then scattered in all directions and fled in a hurry.

Knight Villiers didn't care so much, and with a few squires, he ran even faster.

And in the rear, after seeing this scene, Baron Damfries's side couldn't help but get excited.

At the moment when this kind of victory is in hand, the battle merit is basically given, how can the knights endure it, they clamp their legs one after another, and quickly catch up.

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