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"Hey—hey—"

The summer sun is as hot as an ordinary stove, baking the whole land, causing waves of heat and tormenting the toiling crowds. （）

Outside Rouen, the capital of Normandy, a large number of captives were walking towards the city walls in thin clothes and with heavy steps against the scorching sun above their heads.

These Catholic captives, the nobles with armor on their bodies, have long been pulled down, thrown away with a sackcloth single coat, and let them rest in the cell, without having to enjoy the hot weather and hard work, which can be regarded as giving them face and enjoying aristocratic treatment.

The rest of the ordinary soldiers, basically helplessly, obeyed the arrangement, and walked step by step with heavy steps, carrying clay, as an outstanding contribution to the restoration of the city of Rouen.

In order to prevent the Catholic allies from attacking again, and also to fulfill the agreement, Knight Alexander and Count Gabriel held talks, which included:

The city of Rouen had to surrender half of control to the British.

The British must send no less than 3,000 reinforcements within a month to support the Protestant army fighting the Catholic allies.

As a result, this group of captured Catholic allies could only carry their burdens and pull dirt to contribute to the construction of the city wall.

Originally, Count Gabriel planned to recruit some Catholic allies to replenish his forces.

And the knight Alexander, who had other plans, refused without hesitation, and the reasons given were also very convincing:

These soldiers who believe in Rome will definitely not be firm in their will to follow Protestantism, and when the two armies fight, they will definitely retreat and defect, so it is better to abandon them and let them build the city walls.

In this way, Count Gabriel's original intention to replenish some forces and strengthen the Protestant forces in the city of Rouen was completely ruined.

After all, most of the prisoners were in the hands of the British.

"Hey! Hey—" The captives were dripping with sweat on their faces, shouting slogans in their mouths, moving their feet and getting to work.

With his mouth wide open, Morin gasped and stared at the wall in front of him, carrying a load of burnt bricks weighing fifty or sixty pounds on his shoulders, moving his steps.

For the sixteen-year-old, such a weight is not a problem at all in normal times, but the heavy work he has eaten in his stomach this morning has long been consumed.

What he is looking forward to most now is the arrival of noon, so that he can enjoy the days of the knight lord and eat three meals a day.

The companions around him also had the same idea as him, so he worked hard and earnestly, and if he hadn't seen that he was eating well, he would have run away a long time ago.

"One, two, three, one, two, three......"

Just as Morin's footsteps were moving with the pace in front of him, a slogan suddenly sounded in his ears, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look:

I saw a group of young British soldiers in red and white, with sweat flowing from their foreheads, circling the entire army of prisoners and laborers.

Sweat soaked their military uniforms, and the muskets on their backs were also red and shiny from the sun, and it seemed that the temperature was very high and the damage was high.

A team of more than 200 people, forming a small square team, marched neatly, shouted slogans, looked straight ahead, and ran.

Even if it wasn't the first time he saw them, Morin still felt sympathy for them in his heart, and it was even worse than them to run in such a hot weather.

After a few more serious glances at the arquebuses on their shoulders, and after a few sighs in his heart, he walked up mechanically.

As he walked, Merlin pondered what had happened in the prisoner camp recently.

Recently, several priests (called priests in the Protestant Church) have been preaching among the English people what kind of Anglican faith they believe, calling for a common renunciation of Romanism and conversion to Anglicanism.

What's more, the English announced that only by converting to Angligan would not only be able to escape from heavy work every day, but also get a salary, and every few days, meat to eat.

As a result, after a few days, many people cannot resist the temptation and have no choice but to convert.

Morin estimated that there were probably hundreds!

Shut his mouth, his heart was also hungry at this time.

Meat! I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I almost forgot the specific taste, so I really want to eat it.

But the belief he had built up since he was a child for more than ten years made him hesitate.

Shaking his head, Morin stopped thinking about it, let's wait for lunch!

While the captives were toiling and the soldiers were sweating and running, the Knight of Alexandria was in the city of Rouen, undergoing new military training.

Unlike France, England is rainy and humid, and the temperature is relatively low all year round, and the soldiers are used to the weather in England.

And since coming to France, especially in the summer, the English people have not adapted to this kind of weather.

As the summer progressed, more and more English soldiers were suffering from heat stroke.

The military doctors spent a lot of energy and money to finally cure most of the heat stroke patients.

In the end, more than 100 English soldiers sadly passed away.

Fortunately, the regulations in the army stipulate that it is not allowed to drink raw water, otherwise more soldiers will die.

In view of the possibility that his army would be in the Normandy region for a long time, the Knight of Alexandria decided to have all the soldiers trained in adaptation.

That is, soldiers who will be healed and who have not suffered from heat stroke, are trained in high temperatures.

Slowly, I began to experiment with food and water in the Normandy region to get used to it.

From the first noon walk, then training, and then running, England's soldiers were subjected to the most severe training in their lives.

In their minds, it's like hell.

Knight Alexander also knew that after a long period of repression, as well as the foreign battles of the guest army, the army could not be suppressed too hard, otherwise the battalion roar and mutiny would follow one after another, and he, the commander, would be in danger.

Therefore, after surrendering to most of Normandy and supplying some grain and military expenses, especially after the occupation of the Normandy granary, the manger township, the British army became richer than ever.

The desireless Knight of Alexander, naturally, will not enjoy these riches alone, and it is impossible to stay in the army and become moldy.

Every day at noon, the Knight of Alexander would order some pigs and sheep to be slaughtered and made into broth for the severely trained British soldiers.

And you must know that at this time, even the knights in the countryside don't see much meat every week, and for the British army, who are mostly civilians, eating broth every day is already a noble life!

As a result, the soldiers of the United Kingdom in Normandy survived the pain and happiness day by day.

In Paris, the Duke of Guise used the name of the king to demand food and taxes from all over the country, which were used to recruit a large number of soldiers.

However, this time the target was no longer Rouen in Normandy, but the Protestant army from Orleans.

Yes, the Duke of Guise rejected the offer of peace talks.

The top Huguenots in Orleans, after heated discussions, also rejected the proposal for peace talks.

Moreover, the Huguenots sent emissaries into the city of Paris.

The envoy came to the city of Paris with great swagger, and demanded the surrender of the entire Catholic League, and put forward a series of demands.

In particular, the demand for Huguenot's legal celebration of Mass and the establishment of churches angered the entire Catholic League.

The Duke of Guise was extremely angry and tore up the letter of surrender and began a new round of civil war.