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As mentioned earlier, in Scotland, there is a shortage of iron ore and abundant copper, but they lack the necessary smelting technology.

Not to mention firearms, there aren't many of these things even in England, I'm afraid that Duke Edward captured them a while ago is their entire inventory.

Therefore, in the face of heavy cavalry like knights, against the Scots, the effect is actually quite obvious.

"You let them form a battalion individually, gather together, and don't scatter!"

Thinking about it, the heavy cavalry is still gathered together, this is powerful, otherwise it is not as good as the infantry if it is scattered.

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult!" Carrile touched the beard off his face and whispered.

"I know they belong to different mercenary groups, but if they don't, how can I keep them in the palm of my hand?"

Edward, of course, knew that these wandering knights were the central figures of various mercenary armies, and it would be easy to get them to give up their power.

But this is another thing that has to be done.

Only by bringing these wandering knights together can it be easy to control them, so that this group of 5,000 mercenaries will scatter and no longer threaten him.

After all, 5,000 troops were a great threat near London.

"Tell them that if they still want to have a chance to obtain a fief, they should do as I say, or let them go back to Germany."

Thinking of such a potential threat, Edward's voice grew more serious and ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do what you instruct!"

Glancing at the King's stern eyes, Ser Carrile bowed his head and agreed.

"Okay, then, you tell me, how did this triangular camp come to be?"

As he spoke, Edward continued to lie on the girl's plump lap and asked lazily.

"This triangle shape is mainly due to the three large mercenary groups, the three combined, the number of people has reached more than three thousand, and the other scattered mercenary groups follow them, so the camp will become a triangle!"

"Then, it is even more necessary to carry out the proposal I just made, otherwise, it is very easy to produce soldiers, but it is not far from here!"

Edward became even more serious about this.

Soon, the carriage came to a stop in front of the mercenary camp.

Edward did not enter the mercenary camp, but walked around the camp under the protection of the guards.

I saw that these mercenaries were scattered and sat around a fire, on which hung a clay pot or an iron pot, and several people sat around, using the temperature of the flames to gather together to keep warm, and some of them had some hot water in them, or some animal bones and meat.

In this early spring cold season, they are in rags, and perhaps the most valuable thing is the long sword in their hands!

Seeing this, Edward finally understood that being a mercenary in ancient times was a poor group of people, or poor or dying in a foreign land, which was their final end.

Seeing the miserable appearance of this group of people, Edward felt some pity, shook his head, and said to Lucy on the side:

"You can send some bread and pork later, and some linen, people have come to fight, I don't want to lose precious troops at this time!"

After a few glances, Edward lost interest and had nothing to look at.

Lucy glanced at the garbage mercenary over there, glanced at the king, and gave a soft sigh of gratitude.

At this time, in the town of Damfries, Baron Damfries on this end rode a horse and stood in front of his castle, looking at the dense soldiers in front of him, Baron Damfries couldn't help laughing.

Behind him, followed by twenty-three knights and two knights, all in armor, the cold wind gusted, blowing the bright banners behind him, looking extremely majestic.

And in front of him, there were dense soldiers, standing upright one by one, some with sharpened spears, some with dung forks, and all kinds of weapons.

Although it looked a little decadent, the army of 2,000 people still gave him infinite confidence.

"Lord Baron, with so many troops, how can those flimpy clergymen be our opponents?"

Behind him, a majestic knight, almost the size of two Baron Damfries, looked at the countless soldiers in front of him and said in a deep voice to Baron Damfries.

"I don't think it will take a day, maybe just a morning, and the church will collapse and flee!"

"These hypocrites will definitely flee!"

Baron Damfries smiled at the sycophants of his men, and apparently he accepted them all.

Perhaps thinking of the wealth that was about to arrive, the smile on Baron Danfries' face deepened a little.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us go forward with faith in the Lord Almighty, with the glory of the Lord conveyed. God is watching us! ”

Baron Damfries turned his head, his plump face suddenly congested and reddened, and then turned his head and yelled at the soldiers in front of him.

Baron Damfries' hoarse roar startled the knights behind him for a moment, and then followed his roar and shouted aloud: "Down with these hypocrites for the glory of the Lord!" ”

"God is watching us!"

The soldiers in the front row were infected by this atmosphere, and their faces were suddenly bloodshot, and they shouted loudly:

Defeat the hypocrites for the glory of the Lord

God is watching us

…………

The other soldiers followed the atmosphere and shouted in unison.

So, two thousand people shouted together, looking very imposing, and Baron Damfries became more and more confident in his heart.

How important it is to be famous! Even against the group of priests, this group of ignorant villagers still chose to believe in their lord, and the prestige of hundreds of years was not fake.

This is for the glory of the Lord, and this is a good excuse for many years!

Two thousand people is the largest number of people raised in his rule, and he must win with one blow.

At this time, in front of the Danfries Cathedral, they also gathered one after another.

Russell, however, rushed over and stood in front of the church with Bishop Hobbes, Bishop of Damfries, staring at the chaotic scene ahead.

Speaking of soldiers, in fact, most of them were some squires' sturdy family members and church guards, as well as some peasants who came voluntarily (forcedly), which could make up a thousand or so numbers, and it seemed that they would definitely lose.

For a moment, the priests who followed behind Bishop Hobbes were in a trance, and they no longer had hope for this victory.

In this regard, the seemingly calm Bishop Hobbes was actually up and down in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and his palms were already covered with a fine cold sweat.