Scotland enters winter earlier than London in November, and although there is no snow, the daytime temperature has dropped to six degrees, which is wet and cold. If you don't wear a sheep jacket, the whole person will feel floating.

Standing on the walls of Huntington, as far as the eye can see, the weeds all over the mountains take on a withered yellow color, bringing a touch of silence and desolation to this place of imminent war.

The Earl of Wellington was very tired physically and mentally, and he faced off in Edinburgh for most of the year, although there were few scenes of battle, but he was not in a good mood for most of the year.

Originally, he got the Duke of Edward's will, occupied the Huntington line, maintained the suppression of Edinburgh, created a favorable war advantage for England, and created conditions for further attacks in the future.

Huntington is a small mountainous area, an important defensive line of Edinburgh, and its importance is no less than that of the Han dynasty in the Central Plains in ancient Yanyun.

From there, the hundreds of miles to Edinburgh are an easy one, with little hindrance.

Therefore, the English army stationed in Huntington was very uncomfortable for the Scottish magnates such as Queen Mary and the regent Earl of Allen.

So the first batch of more than 1,000 French troops to arrive after a month of recuperation, at the request of Queen Marie, successively recovered the area north of Huntington.

In the following months, more than 4,000 French troops were transported one after another, plus 5,000 Scottish Highland warriors who had been reassembled, and tens of thousands of troops marched towards Huntington with great ambition to retake the city.

As for the Scottish army, the Earl of Wellington knew what they were and had nothing to worry about.

However, the arrival of the strange French army was a great threat to the English soldiers, especially since he was in an enemy country and there were less than 3,000 troops stationed in the city of Huntington.

Looking at the distant scenery alone, the Earl of Wellington felt that his depressed mood had eased considerably.

He patted his somewhat cold face, jumped a few times, and after a while, he felt that he was full of fighting spirit again.

"Your Excellency! The rebels have already been cleaned up, and as you commanded, I will send Councillor Truss. Mr. Beslaka has brought it to you! ”

The Earl, who had finally been quiet for a while, heard another sound in his ears, and turned his head to see that it was his own guard.

Looking at the black mark on the chest strap on the guard's front, the Count knew that it was the result of the blood remaining.

As recently as last night, it was not known how the Huntingtons knew that the French and Scottish armies were coming. A group of young Scottish people who are not afraid of death take advantage of the secret to plot how to seize the city gate and how to send news to the Scottish army.

The Earl of Wellington, who had already been under martial law and guarding the whole city, could not bear it, and at this critical moment, unfortunately, this group of young people became chickens to kill chickens and make an example of monkeys. Of course, the Earl didn't know this Chinese proverb, but it meant something about the same.

"Is there any news from the Duke?" In the presence of the old councilor, the Count asked the guards directly, without any evasion.

"His Excellency the Duke of Somerset has sent a letter saying that he will reach Huntington in less than five days, and he asks you to hold Huntington for five days."

The guard looked at Mr. Councilor beside him and was stunned for a moment, but he was also a smart person and said directly.

"That's it! You go down, I'm going to talk to the Besraka councilors! ”

The Earl waved his hand casually and beckoned the guards to go down, and the guards also consciously retreated.

Only the Earl of Wellington and Councillor Beslaka remained, as well as the soldiers standing guard.

"Dear Mr. Councillor! How do you explain yesterday's events! ”

The Earl approached the old councillor and asked in a straight tone.

"Lord Earl! I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, but you know, there are tens of thousands of people in Huntington, and I'm too old to manage it! ”

Mr. Councillor was a little flustered about the approaching Earl, but after many years of being a Councillor, he quickly calmed down and answered the Earl of Wellington's question without changing his face.

"It had better be! But you see, there is a limit to my patience! This is the last time! ”

After saying this, the Count understood that without the connivance of this gentleman, these people would soon be strangled in the bud.

The Earl of Wellington didn't even look at Mr. Councillor's somewhat pale face, and walked straight down the wall.

Looking at the distant Earl of Wellington, Mr. Councillor dared to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, in front of this earl who had killed countless people, His Excellency Beslaka, who had been a councillor for decades, couldn't help but be a little afraid!

He knew that the Earl who controlled Huntington had already understood his private movements, and he needed to stop for a while for the sake of this head on his neck!

Shaking his head, Mr. Councillor walked slowly down the city wall and returned to his mansion with a somewhat trembling pace.

Hadrian's Wall, a continuous army marching out of the line between England and Scotland, the soldiers' expressions were a little scattered, and the ranks looked listless.

At the front of the army, Duke Edward, who was on horseback, looked at the procrastinating soldiers, and he understood that the militia was tired from the long battles.

After he had paid a lot of money and squeezed the last penny out of the treasury, he could barely make them willing to follow him on an expedition to Scotland.

When he first heard that the French had landed in Edinburgh, the Duke knew that this battle was inevitable.

Therefore, even when there were frequent riots in England and the militia was scarce, he still prepared troops as much as possible to prepare for this war.

Duke Edward was excited about the arrival of the French army, and the last time he fought the French was three years ago in Boulogne.

At that time, he was still stationed in Calais, which belonged to England, and in order to obtain the favor of Henry VIII, but also to transfer back to England, he uncharacteristically took advantage of the serious illness of the King of France to enter Boulogne.

No one could have imagined that the English, who maintained this fragile balance, would dare to offend the brow of the French.

Soon, the French hastily gathered an army of five thousand to intercept the English army led by Edward.

And with less than 3,000 men, Duke Edward not only did not fear, but also boldly led a small number of cavalry to storm the chaotic French army.

No one expected that after only two impacts, the patchwork French army would be scattered.

Overjoyed, Duke Edward took the opportunity to launch a pursuit, and the French fled on horseback.

In this local war, the English army led by Duke Edward killed and captured 3,000 men, and its own losses were negligible.

The Duke also seized the city of Boulogne, expanding England's territory in France.