"Your Majesty, at present, the rebels of Norwich have begun to approach Cambridgeshire, causing not only several manors to be attacked, but also countless villages burned and plundered, and the county is completely immersed in panic!"

"The devils from hell are so ruthless that the rich and the nobles have fled, and the whole county is filled with riots and unrest!"

"Foolish poor and laborers, we are about to move, and we are afraid to leave your bosom and bask in the glory of the Lord!"

"And only you, God's Favorer, the great monarch of England, Edward VI, will be able to save the eighty thousand citizens of Cambridgeshire!"

"So, with the anticipation of the whole of Cambridgeshire, I beg you, great monarch, to save poor Cambridge!"

Edward sat quietly in his chair, listening to the pretty girl in front of him, and read a letter from Cambridgeshire asking for help in a low voice, fully interpreting the fear and nervousness of the person in front of Edward, which was pitiful to look at.

"Okay, don't read it anymore, it's still the same distress letter, won't you do it yourself? How can I have so many troops! ”

Edward waved his hand irritably, stopping the girl's performance, very irritated about the current situation in the east of England.

Cambridgeshire is adjacent to Norfolk, and apparently the gentlemen who are acting so hard have panicked that they have written a letter asking for help and sent it to London.

"Your Majesty, not only Cambridgeshire, but also Lincolnshire and Suffolk have sent letters asking for help!"

The girl looked at the young king who was frowning, and explained softly, which made the king more and more irritable.

"You ask the Privy Council to write a letter in my voice, and let the Marquis William block this rebel army in Norwich, and don't let them go around again!"

For now, the only way to do this is to use the method of siege to stabilize the people's minds, and then let the Knight of Alexander support and exterminate this group of mobs.

Edward thought to himself that he felt that he could not bear these mobs any longer.

At this time, the Marquis William of Norfolk, who was far away in Norfolk, once again gathered tens of thousands of militia in East England and other places, learned the lessons of the past, and no longer underestimated the enemy, but began to use stratagems uncharacteristically, step by step.

So, the leader of the rebels, Robert . In front of Kate, a middle-aged man appeared, his body was thin, his clothes were exquisite, and his hair was meticulously combed.

Moreover, his every move is full of the stereotypical meaning of aristocrats, and he looks like a nobleman.

His eyebrows were a little thick, a little laughable out of thin air, and he had two thick beards on his lips to establish his majesty, a black tall hat, a humble smile on his face, and, of course, a constant umbrella at hand.

As a knight, Robert was satisfied with such an emissary who appeared to be an aristocratic envoy, and did not feel disgusted with him.

"Sir, also to show respect for your service, Your Excellency the Marquis has ordered the army to stop attacking Norwich for three days, and I hope you will receive this gift!"

The messenger squinted, bowed, and then raised his head, carefully observing the old rioter in front of him, his eyes full of inquiry.

I saw an old man of about fifty-three or fourteen years old, wearing a black cloak, a shabby black jacket mixed with white on the upper body, tight trousers on the lower body, and a black wooden cane on his hand, looking full of energy.

He carried a short sword on his waist, and the sword cover was unpretentious, looking like an ordinary person's saber.

From the messenger's point of view, the old rioter was in power, and his wrinkled face was full of awe-inspiring majesty, which could not help but make him mutter.

"Your Excellency, I don't know how much sincerity the Marquis has brought, but don't let me down!"

Robert squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the messenger in front of him, with a hint of smugness and ridicule in his tone, with interest.

Three days of not attacking can indeed give them a breather, but this is not enough to impress Robert, the victory in the previous battle has expanded his original appetite even more, this small concession is not of much significance.

The middle-aged envoy's face remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard the meaning between the words, and continued to maintain the demeanor of a nobleman.

It seems that the rioter meant that if the conditions brought to him were not satisfactory, everything should not be discussed.

In this regard, the middle-aged envoy's lips opened lightly, and he said expressionlessly:

"Sir Robert, as is customary, His Majesty is very intolerant of you people, but Lord Marquis, for the sake of the vast number of Norfolk residents, has worked hard to persuade His Majesty to allow negotiations with you!"

Hearing this, Robert stood up instantly, with an excited look on his face, and his eyes glowed red.

For Sir Robert and others, his goal from the beginning was not to defeat the king, but to use a strong army to force His Majesty to negotiate in order to obtain satisfactory terms for himself and others.

Originally a member of the ruling class in England, Sir Robert understood that with the strength of himself and others, he was definitely not an opponent of the king.

"Oh? Is it! What a real decision, my sir! ”

Sir Robert approached the noble-looking messenger and offered him a big hug to show his joy.

"No, Mr. Sir, I just hope your next conditions don't go too far!"

When Robert arrived, the middle-aged man hurriedly stepped back, waved his hand, and said refusively.

"Good! Mr. Emissary, please express on my behalf to His Excellency the Marquis that he has done something to the benefit of all Norfol! ”

Robert looked at the somewhat disgusted messenger, smiled indifferently, and then said heartily.

What is this disgust compared to this good news?

Just as he was sending people to negotiate, the Marquis William sent people to scatter troops around Norwich, preparing to cut off Norwich from other places in one fell swoop.

In this way, it is possible to reduce the growing rebel army, and it can also cut off Norwich City, which does not produce food, and leave them without food.

At this time, in order not to attract the attention of the rebels in Norwich and play the role of boiling frogs in warm water, Marquis William sent his nephew to negotiate.

The status of the nobility was even more deceptive, convincing the rebels that it was true.

As for what the king's authorization and permission to negotiate or something, it was all made up by Marquis William himself, and it was not true, and when it came to victory, it was all a floating cloud