ps: That, the plan can't catch up with the changes, there is something today, and there will be two changes tomorrow

"Now for the sake of the future, we will directly take Russell's kid and use it as our scapegoat!"

Blanche narrowed her eyes, a cold light in her eyes, and whispered.

"England and those nobles have killed and wounded so many people, there must be an explanation!"

"And he has always been the commander of our army, and he should take this responsibility!"

For these words, Blanche was saying a great righteousness, if it weren't for Hobbes and others who knew the details, they would really believe his words.

"Old fox!" The bishops who listened carefully next to them showed a look of approval on their faces, and they cursed silently in their hearts.

They finally knew why they had been able to invite the old fox before, because he had a good plan.

I'd rather be a shrunken turtle hiding behind, and let Russell, a businessman, be a substitute for the dead, withstanding most of the wind and rain.

So, one by one, the bishops began to mourn for Russell in their hearts, but the action was not delayed.

"Act immediately, I'm afraid he will run away!"

Hobbes got up directly, glanced at the tent with blazing eyes, and said loudly.

Then, the bishops quickly followed, their faces not red and their hearts beating, and they did not care about Russell's feelings.

The bishops walked briskly out of their tents.

Hundreds of loyal guards followed them automatically, following with expressionless faces, the swords at their waists clanging, especially loud in the silence of the camp.

At this time, our Mr. Russell, who had already packed his bags, took the remaining mercenaries of about 100 people, rode on horseback, and quickly left the barracks.

The cold at night is very uncomfortable, and even with several layers of clothing, the humidity in the air is still cold.

"Your Excellency, why did we leave overnight, the cold at night was very heavy!"

Half a body behind Russell, a big man with yellow hair on his face panted and asked, his mouth breathing hot breath and a little dew on his eyebrows.

Obviously, the cold of the night was a little unbearable for the big man.

"Ahem!" Russell coughed, glanced at the big man behind him, and continued without changing his face.

"Not leaving? Are you waiting to be caught by those nobles? I don't want to die! ”

Russell's voice was still shaking, and it was clear that he was not feeling well.

When the big man behind him heard this, he immediately fell silent, and it could be seen that his eyes were still full of doubts.

Not only him, but the rest of the mercenaries are the same, leaving the camp in such an unexplained way, even if they give money, it is still a bit excessive as an employer!

And Russell naturally understood, and then explained in a low voice:

"As soon as the group of nobles came back, they gathered together, I don't know what they were discussing, no need to guess, I know that in this kind of exhausted environment, peace is inevitable!"

"Hehe, and I, the nominal leader, am the best scapegoat!"

"If I don't leave at this time, I think that by tomorrow, I will be in a different place!"

As his voice fell, Russell's tone became deeper and deeper.

Obviously, from the leader of a large army to the scapegoat in the hands of the nobles, Russell is also in a bad mood!

"Besides, I think your salary is probably gone, and those nobles and clergymen will not care about your group!"

After Russell finished speaking, he continued to hurry, and the mercenaries behind him glanced at each other, and continued to follow silently.

At this time, Bishop Hobbes and his party had already arrived at the main tent, and when they saw the guards and the dark tent lying on the ground, they all stared at each other with a look full of life.

It's a shame that a scapegoat is gone!

The next day, under the leadership of Blanche, twenty-eight bishops from all over the country, as well as the remaining more than 2,000 soldiers, surrendered to Edward.

Edward comforted Bishop Blanche cordially, and was pleased with the bishops' voluntary surrender.

And promised that he would fulfill his promise and would never break his promise!

At the moment when His Majesty the King walked out of the barracks, the side of the nobles suddenly became lively.

According to the original division, the aristocratic army was separated from the English army, which means that the nobles did not believe in Edward's discipline. 3

And Edward didn't believe much in the discipline of these nobles, after all, it was for money, and even the king could sell them.

When Count Argyle and the others received the report, they watched as the young king rode out of the camp with the procession and walked step by step towards the church camp.

Seeing this, as the head of the aristocratic alliance, Earl Lennox naturally sent people to follow, and every move of the English had a great impact on their nobles.

Count Argyle and the others sat restless in their tents, wondering what the hell had happened to this cunning king.

Soon after, a soldier quickly ran in, panting, and it was clear that he was in a hurry.

"Earl, Ladies and Gentlemen!"

The soldier bent over and said in a loud voice.

"Say it! What did the young king do? ”

Count Argyle approached the soldier and asked eagerly.

The proximity to the big man made the soldier a little flustered, and he was silent for a while before he continued.

"The King of England left with his army and went to the church camp opposite!"

"I saw the bishops leave the camp and lead their armies and bow down to the king, and the king himself received them!"

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the faces of the nobles on the side suddenly filled with surprise.

The same is true of Count Argyle, who is the head, and the news is too significant.

"You go down first!" The Count gave a casual command, and then sat down slowly.

"What the hell is the brain of this young king, in a few days, we will destroy this group of bold priests without much effort, where will we negotiate peace with them!"

Before Argyle could speak, the Earl of Rannox, who had always been upright, shouted loudly, and the dissatisfaction in his tone went straight to Edward.

"It's different, we don't have the same interests as him!"

Hearing this, Count Argyle closed his eyes slightly, and waited for a while before shaking his head softly and said.

"We want that group of bishops to fall into our hands and destroy them in one fell swoop; The English, on the other hand, need the Church to contend with us, for everyone knows what he wants about Scotland! ”

Count Argyle is much older than Count Lennox and understands more nature.