"That's good! Mr. Wallace! You're doing a great job! "Viteli . Baron Olissad's face was full of affirmation, and he was obviously satisfied with the work of the sheriff.

"These are the results of the joint efforts of all the adults, and I only have a little credit!" Sir Wallace was pleased to receive the compliment, but he did not show it in his words.

Sir Wallace then accompanied His Excellency the Chancellor to inspect the storage of military rations.

In the city of Southampton, Hampshire, the village of Allock, thirty miles from the city, got its name because of its proximity to the Alok River.

Freedmen are also known as public book holders, which means that they own their own land, have independent personal freedom, and do not have any dependency relationship.

In fact, the village was preserved thanks to the edicts issued by Henry VIII restricting the enclosure, which made the nobles and local gentlemen jealous, and the enclosure behavior was much easier.

As a freeman with three acres of land, Pud felt very happy, although the food on the land was not enough for the family, but with a good archery skill, he caught enough animals every day to supplement the family.

Pud couldn't help but be grateful for the environment in which he was born, there were no noble domains near the village of Alok, and the nearest knight's territory was more than twenty miles away, and it would take a day to reach.

Therefore, the forest near his village nominally belonged to His Majesty the King. But how could the king know that his forest would be hunted? Count on the nobles who stay in the castle to report it, and hope that the sow will go up the tree!

There is a saying that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and this is the truth.

The dazzling sunlight at noon did not penetrate the thick poplar leaves, leaving only a trace of light that could barely penetrate through the gaps in the leaves and come to Pude's face, bringing a trace of warmth.

Pudder didn't care, standing with his legs bent, his eyes staring straight ahead, a male elk with his head down, vigilantly eating the young leaves on the branches, and his four thin legs posing as if he could run at any moment.

And Pudde's whole body was draped with folded branches, perfectly concealing himself in the bushes, holding the bow in one arm and pulling the bowstring in the other, and his eyes followed the elk, ready to move.

It may not have seen danger for a long time, and the small bites did not fill his stomach, the big elk slowly lowered his head and gulped down the food in front of him, but Pude did not act.

Time passed like flowing water, and the male elk's stomach bulged unconsciously, and his vigilance was at its lowest, but Pude seized the time to act.

"Whoosh-" Pudde's right hand suddenly let go, and the wooden arrow on the bowstring immediately shot at the stag, the stag seemed to notice something, and moved a step to the right, but it was too late, and although the wooden arrow did not hit its fatal part, it did hit its left hind leg.

Pudder quickly ran out of the bushes and ran towards the wounded stag. Ignoring his injuries, the stag hurried in the direction from which he came, but how far could he run when he was wounded, and he fell to the ground after being chased by Pud for less than a mile, and it was obvious that the consequences of excessive blood loss were serious.

Pud looked at the stag lying on the ground, ignoring its pleading eyes, and very decisively killed it with the dagger he had captured from the battlefield, without a trace of mud and water.

As a veteran who had already served in the army five times, Pudde's hands were very strong, so the stag did not die in pain.

Using a few branches to form a tic-tac-toe shape, and then taking a few vines to fix the stag on it, and using a thick rattan as a rope, Pude dragged him home.

The villagers along the way were accustomed to this scene, so Pude greeted them smoothly and returned to their home.

For this man who has participated in the army five times and is also the strongest archer in the village, everyone admires him, after all, who hasn't received a few pieces of meat from him?

Pushing open the wooden door of his home, Pud saw his former centurion, now the captain of the Yorkshire sheriff's subordinate - Wood. Legolas.

"Centurion! How did you get here! Pude asked curiously.

"My Pudder, the best shooter, I need you!" Wood pretended not to see the stag in Pudde's hand and happily greeted him.

"Say it! My centurion! I've been busy lately! "Pud has no good feelings for this money-hungry centurion, and he has no bad feelings.

"The Duke of Somerset in London has issued a summoning order, and you are going to war again!"

"You'd better follow me this time! I'll only need three layers of loot you've captured this time! Wood gritted his teeth as he spoke, bleeding from his heart. As the second son of a knight, he has very few assets of his own, and is preparing to rely on the war to make extra money, and this time he has lost a lot.

However, this time if you get some more military exploits, you can be named a knight, although it is a knight without a fiefdom, but the status is completely different.

"Alright! I hope you keep your word! Seeing that the greedy guy in front of him was bleeding so much, Pud happily agreed.

Like Pud, a large number of militia were gathered and slowly streamed into Yorktown, and by August 10 the camp had gathered nearly 15,000 men.

At this time, in Scotland, Edinburgh also issued a summoning order.

The Knights of Gosir, sent by the Regent, had the misfortune to go to the Irish Highlands, the residence of the barbarians

The Knight of Gosl looked at the endless highlands, which were not without endless forests like the lowlands of Edinburgh, nor were they dry deserts, but were covered in soothingly undulating low green grasses and mosses.

The low, sparse vegetation grew desolately, not at all like the verdant dripping of the English wilderness. The bare rocks and crisp air are a constant reminder that this is the plateau of the island.

Even in the summer, when the fields are covered with small purple flowers called heather, the earth lacks a sense of life. The boundless purple was too harsh and stubborn, not the splendor of the mountain flowers, but a kind of bloom that bordered on despair. This is a lonely land, how many years ago it was regarded as a wild land, and no amount of magnificent and poignant scenery can replace the barrenness of the land.

The MacDonald Clan (also known as the Donald) is one of the largest and oldest clans in the Scottish Highlands. As early as the 13th century, the lords of the Donald clan founded Fort Philagrain on the shores of Lake Philaglan on the Islay Island. Throughout the 14th and 15th centuries, the MacDonald clan was the most powerful tribe in Scotland, ruling over the entire Gorge region of West Scotland and the surrounding islets, known as the "LordoftheIsles".