Chapter 325: The Great Scottish Riot (11)
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"Huh!" Edward looked at the big man who led the secret agent department a little speechlessly, and he was also drunk with his stinginess.
"Well, let's wait! When they're almost done, come back to see the show! β
Edward turned his head away and ignored the boring Guy. Ham, bored, walked into his carriage and lay down on a comfortable Persian blanket, and his nerves relaxed a lot.
Ten days earlier, five thousand mercenaries, two thousand noble private soldiers, and three thousand guards had come with the king.
Since Dumfries-Gavley is adjacent to England, Edward stayed in York City to see what happened.
Originally, Edward was going to wait for the Scottish riots before using the army.
However, this good show could not be seen, which could not satisfy the curiosity in his heart.
Truth be told, he hadn't really seen the wars of the sixteenth century, including his previous life and the decades of this one.
The last time he came to Scotland, he just came to Edinburgh all the way, directly enjoying the fruits of victory, and he didn't feel the smoke of war at all, it was just like a tourist, talking with those nobles, and then threatening, it was gone.
It was a good opportunity to watch the sixteenth-century war from a distance of a few miles, and then go back and wait for the right moment.
Originally, looking at this ancient war scene, Edward was actually a little enthusiastic, but after watching it for more than ten minutes, the armies were slashing at each other, and there was no formation at all.
Thousands of people slashed at each other, which seemed to be quite a big scene, but in fact it was just like that, and within a while, Edward was bored.
If it weren't for the fact that he knew the result, he would have gone back long ago.
Thinking of today's futile escape, Edward slowly fell asleep.
"Your Majesty, Your Majestyβ" In a daze, a call sounded in Edward's ears.
Rubbing his eyes, Edward gave a soft sigh of gratitude, straightened his shirt and hair, and got up and got out of the car.
"Your Majesty, this battle is over!"
With a smile on his face, Guy said in a deep voice.
Guy had always been worried about His Majesty leaving the army without permission and secretly watching the battle, which was extremely dangerous in Scotland.
Simply, this battle is over, and it's time to go back.
Looking at the jubilant Guy, Edward's face was also helpless, and he could only ask:
"Which side won?"
"It's the church's side, but they've suffered heavy losses, and Baron Damfries has run away!"
As he spoke, Guy also looked emotional.
For the aristocracy, he was born with a good impression, and of course he supported the aristocracy in his heart.
Hearing this, Edward pursed his lips and sneered softly, "Hehe! This is what I want, whether it is the victory of the aristocracy or the victory of the church, it is what I want, the more chaotic the better! β
"Let's go! It's time for us to go back and let them Scots play slowly! β
Edward glanced at the battlefield that was gradually calming down in the distance, boarded the carriage, and after spitting out a word, he went straight into the carriage.
Guy shook his head, led the whole group, mounted his horse, and then approached the carriage and began to walk in the direction of England.
Hundreds of people came quietly and went quietly, without leaving a trace.
At this time, in the Danfries Cathedral, under the frolicking portrait of the Merciful Madonna and Child, Russell's iron face was blue, and he was in a very bad mood.
Bishop Hobbes, on the other hand, had a smile on his face and was in a good mood!
"Russell, it's a good day!"
Hobbs said to Russell with some excitement.
"Huh! This victory is really rare! However, next, I'm afraid it's hard to say! β
Russell's eyes glistened with coldness, but blood dripped.
These are all hired by him, and they are also one of his important hole cards, so they are lost so quickly, isn't it heart-wrenching?
Of the 3,000 people, nearly 2,000 were killed or wounded, and the remaining 1,000 were also slightly wounded, and they lost the faith to fight again, and they were also abolished.
"What do you say? This thing isn't over yet? β
Hobbes listened and asked with some surprise, his expression very shocked.
"Yes, the four thousand people who supported Baron Danfries this time, almost all of them were armed, and there were even hundreds of cavalry, which is not the support that ordinary low-level nobles can get!"
"So, this time, it's only the people in Edinburgh!"
Russell stared solemnly ahead, but kept talking as if it were a normal thing.
"You mean the four families?"
Hearing this, Hobbes's face was covered with a thin cold sweat, and the news frightened him.
In Scotland, even the royal family cannot place the four major families, and even the archbishop of the Diocese of Scotland, is headed by one of the four families, David. Beaton served, and you can imagine how strong they are.
"Huh! More than! Russell looked at Bishop Hobbes's panicked face and continued, "There are other nobles, they have banded together and are preparing to take us out in one fell swoop, we are in real danger!" β
Russell said in a tone of seriousness that had never been seen before, and his whole body tensed.
To say not to worry, not to be afraid, that is false.
He was originally a merchant at best, and although his wealth and reputation in Scotland were still very high, compared to the four great families, it was a difference between him and the four great families.
It was the first time he faced the four major families like this, and he was more afraid than happy.
Bishop Hobbes turned pale with fright and his legs trembled.
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Sure enough, three days later, in Edinburgh, the four major families, led by the ruling Earl of Allen, made an official statement to Parliament, denouncing the rebellion at Danfries Cathedral, and also condemning the evil acts of some local churches against the royal decree.
As soon as this statement was made, it directly put an end to Scotland's original cannibalization policy of boiling frogs in warm water. Instead, it was the direct and strong hard push strategy of the aristocracy.
Perhaps, the devoured fruit has already whetted the appetite of the nobles, and the hungry wolf, who tasted the blood, has opened its bloody mouth and began to gnaw on it desperately.
And the church is not easy to mess with.
Although the Roman reprimand was sent to London by the nobles, the churches in other places finally chose to unite.
The church took advantage of money and recruited troops on a large scale.
Soon, their army swelled like a balloon, leaping to the level of 10,000 people at an astonishing speed, and counting.
And the nobles were not to be outdone, and they prepared in a big way, and the number of people also caught up.
Finally, after nearly ten days, the nobles and the church each had more than 20,000 soldiers, and a drama no less than the War of the Roses began.