The next day, the city government of Rennes fully accepted the conditions, opened the city gates, and began to welcome the British army into the city.

On this day, the sun was shining, the sky was cloudless, only the light breeze did not know what was happening, still seducing the upright and old-fashioned trees, picking up the long green silk of the young girl.

The gates were lowered, and the city government on either side had the defenders stand on either side as guards, or guards.

The British high-ranking troops, led by the Marquis of Edinburgh, wore military uniforms, raised their chins, rode large horses, and marched into Rennes with their heads held high with the gentle movement of the horse's hooves.

Behind them was the Royal Army of the United Kingdom of Britain, dressed in red uniforms.

They are clean and tidy, with a vigorous pace, their eyes looking ahead, and they are stepping rhythmically, giving people a high-spirited spirit, and they seem to be the division of kings.

In everyone's mind, Britain has always been famous for its lobster soldiers.

But, in fact, the Barot style of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries at that time, the British army at this time was not much different from other countries.

Since it was a unified army, they also wore unified military uniforms.

The upper body is a red and white striped shirt, and the lower body is black trousers, and a flat hat on the head.

What is even more conspicuous is that they have a piece of armor on their chests to protect their hearts, which shows that although they have moved away from the medieval armor model, they are still deeply affected.

With guns in hand, the British soldiers marched in a rhythmic pace and began to enter the city gates.

After the temporary darkness of the city gate cave, it was the following scene that appeared in front of the British soldiers:

The organized citizens had flowers in their hands, smiles on their faces, waved their arms, and shouted about the relationship with the English.

On both sides of the street, there were a large number of people, men and women, who were bustling with activity, as if they were participating in some lively religious event.

This welcoming scene greatly encouraged the British troops who were marching in order.

"Hey, man, you see, it's nice that these guys welcomed us so warmly!"

A tall, thin soldier said to the soldier next to him, his lips moved, his neck twisted, and he said to the soldier next to him.

Compared to other ordinary soldiers, he is literally on stilts, making people look up at their heads.

"Yes, it's really good, look at those little girls, they look really fascinating!"

The soldier of ordinary height raised his head slightly, looked at the tall man, and after saying a few words in harmony, he immediately said in surprise:

"Oh my God! You're ...... tall Fascinated! ”

Feeling a little discriminatory against others, he finally chose a random word to describe it.

"Oh! Thank you so much for the compliment! The big man pouted helplessly and turned his head back.

Another person who has advice on his height.

In the welcoming procession, however, the citizens who had organized it were very enthusiastic, as if they were not greeted by the invaders, but by the army of their own country.

Of course, the townspeople welcomed the fact that although it was organized by the city government, their bad feelings towards the British army disappeared when they learned that the British army was no longer looting the city.

This, in addition, the curiosity of the British army, led them to come out of their homes to see the Englishman who conquered Brittany in less than a month.

Just as Brittany sounded the clarion call for total liberation, the Normandy region was full of war.

It is said that since he sent a messenger for help, but only brought back a few hundred cavalry, although the Count Gabriel of Rouen was a little disappointed, he did not show it, but made a big publicity.

For a while, the news that the British army had come to support resounded throughout the city of Rouen, and the shaking military hearts suddenly stabilized.

Everyone believed that this was just the vanguard of the British army, and it would not be long before a large number of British troops would arrive to relieve the city of Rouen.

And the Duke of Guise, who was attacking, naturally felt the increase in the morale of the defenders, and for a while, the battle became more and more anxious.

In the blink of an eye, more than three weeks had passed since the siege of Rouen, and Duke Guise's patience had run out.

"Someone!" "Yes, sir!"

Duke Guise looked ahead, and said with a fierce face: "Order the three thousand people prepared in the rear to join today's siege team, and I will go all out to break through Rouen within three days!" ”

"Yes!" The herald simply agreed, and then quickly left.

"Lord Duke, those 3,000 people are guarding against the English, and they can't be evacuated easily!"

On the side, King of Navarre, Duke of Vendôme. Morality. Navar looked at Duke Guise's order with a surprised face, and immediately asked out loud.

"I don't have the patience to go on, England are currently in Le Havre, and I won't be able to come to Rouen for a while!"

Duke Guise resisted the irritability in his heart and explained.

"In three days, concentrate all your efforts to capture the city, and if you can't, I will retreat!"

Hearing this, Antoine fell silent, the city consumed a large number of soldiers, and it was true that it could not continue any longer.

Subsequently, the defenders of Rouen found that the attacking Catholic army was more powerful than before, and they could barely parry the attack, but now they could not resist it.

The English cavalry, who had been fighting guerrilla warfare outside Rouen, saw this and harassed the French camp.

However, the French army took a defensive position and concentrated all their efforts on attacking the city of Rouen.

"Lord Earl, I can't hold it, I really can't hold it!" A herald stumbled to the Earl's Court, scarred and in tattered clothes, and said with a crying voice:

"The Catholics have completely attacked the city wall, and we can only defend the stairs, fighting and retreating, and it won't be long before the city wall is completely lost!"

"What?" When the monarch killer heard this, his face changed greatly, and his body trembled, if the city of Rouen was captured, wouldn't he and his whole family all die?

"Hurry up and let all the guards in the mansion go up to support, and then ask all the nobles in the city to launch guards and climb the city wall together!"

After panicking for a moment, the Count immediately recovered, and he spoke loudly to his butler.

"Let all the men in the city go up, take up arms and go up the walls to support, and be sure to keep the Catholics out of the city of Rouen!"

Seeing the Earl's appearance like this, the butler immediately agreed, and stepped forward to give orders at a faster pace.

And just after Duke Guise ordered the evacuation of the 3,000 men who were defending his rear, only a few dozen patrols were left as early warning troops.

The Knight of Alexander, with a British army of more than 6,000 men, quietly came to the foot of the hill ten miles away from the French camp.

More than 6,000 British troops sat neatly on the ground, waiting for orders.