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The English coalition was originally defeated by the tribal coalition, but at this time, the musketeers were in a burst of power, and the blind cat touched the dead mouse and directly hit Baron Kelly, and the entire tribal coalition immediately disappeared, and the victory came extremely unexpectedly.

So, the easy victory, convincing the soldiers that it was God's blessing, and not the actions of the thin musketeers.

Of course, Sir John, who knew the details, and a few knowledgeable people, of course, knew the situation, and looked at the arquebus with a black hole in his eyes full of enthusiasm, as if he was about to melt the iron.

didn't care so much, and after hearing the shouts of the left-behind adults, whether it was the tribe that belonged to them or the militia with a beating heartbeat, one by one, as if they had been injected with hormones, they directly covered up the past, and their confidence was bursting.

And the tribal coalition army, which was originally scattered, is making the English coalition army even more scattered.

The infantry grabbed the horsemen's horses for a chance to live; The cavalry threw away their weapons and lightened the burden on the horses so that they could escape faster.

The whole tribal coalition lost its courage and did not resist at all, so it was pursued by the English coalition and fled for its life.

In ancient wars, in fact, there were not many people who died in battle, and the most dead were actually the cover of the victorious side when the opponent was defeated, which was the biggest source of casualties.

The allied forces of England were like wolves, driving away the fleeing tribal coalition troops, hunting and killing them one by one, and in this way, it took more than two hours before it was over.

Since most of the tribal coalition forces were cavalry, and many of them fled, it was impossible to see that kind of corpse strewn all over the field.

Sir John dismounted, looking at the corpses in front of him, surrounded by a few immigrants, and beside him there were several dead horses, but the bodies were nowhere to be seen.

"My lord, this is the leader of the Kelly tribe!"

One of the guards was an immigrant, his eyes were rolling and he looked very smart, and when he saw him, he immediately took a step forward and pointed to the center of the fence.

Sir John was a little agitated, and walked briskly over, glancing at the emigrant, and then at the pile of corpses, the flesh and blood of the horses trampled on him, and looked down and looked carefully.

"Look, at the bottom is the leader, wearing armor, and the top few are guards!"

It was still the clever immigrant, and after he and the others had removed several corpses from the upper floor, he pointed to the corpses that were exposed.

The corpse at the bottom is relatively complete and can be clearly distinguished.

"Yes, indeed the cunning leader!"

Sir John had seen him a few times, looked at him carefully, and then affirmed.

Hearing this affirmation, the three militiamen immediately showed excited expressions on their faces and suppressed laughter.

Sir John looked at the exposed corpse, and the several corpses on it, and the joy of the past was now somewhat silent.

The bottom is the leader, then the one above must be the guard, after Baron Kelly fell off his horse, the cavalry behind couldn't suppress the speed and directly hit over.

In order to protect him, several guards risked their lives and used their bodies to resist the mighty cavalry.

Unfortunately, not only did they die, but even Baron Kelly, who was at the bottom of the protection, also lost his life.

In this regard, Sir John, who has been influenced by knightly etiquette since childhood, can't help but show a solemn expression.

He took a step back, then lifted his helmet with his right hand, stroked his right chest with his left hand, and bowed slightly forward, making a knightly salute in appreciation of the loyal attitude of the guards.

This solemn picture caught the three militiamen a little off guard, and they put their hands and feet on each other in a panic, not knowing what to do.

"You have made great contributions, and when you go back, there will naturally be a reward! Now keep this corpse and bury the others! ”

Sir John quickly came out of his emotion, commanded indifferently, and then mounted his horse and departed.

"Yes, sir!" Shocked by the change of face of the left-behind adults for a while, the three militiamen reacted and responded.

Sir John left with a few cavalrymen, and the Kelly tribe was still blazing in front of him.

When he entered this place, the crying of women, the wailing of old men, the cries of children, and even the barking of dogs, all came to his ears in a mess, and he did not care at all.

The rudimentary wooden house was vandalized, either burned or dilapidated, and the furniture inside was a mess that could be seen from the outside.

On the way, he also encountered many scenes of robbery, fighting for property, and rape, but he ignored it at all, as if he was familiar with it, and rode slowly past.

War! These are the side effects of this, and besides, what does it matter if it is the barbarians.

Soon, Sir John arrived at the council hall of the Kelly tribe, the residence of Baron Kelly.

He said that he was a tribal leader, but in fact, the place where he lived was only more spacious and had more furniture, all of which were leaky, dilapidated, and even a little dirty and smelly.

I found a place to sit down, wiped it, and then commanded the herald beside me, saying:

"Call those people back, including the people of the other three tribes, if you've had enough, keep me treated!"

"Yes, sir!" When the herald heard the order, he hurriedly agreed.

An hour later, the militia top brass and the three tribal leaders also arrived, and the whole council hall was lively.

And all the people were beaming, and they were clothed with gold and silver, and they were very happy.

"Pastor Thomas, please tell us about our gains and losses!"

In the era of low literacy, the clergy were still the most literate people, and in the army, there was a priest who controlled the books and soothed the spirits of the soldiers.

Of course, here Angligan sect cannot be called a priest, but should be called a priest.

Moreover, this priest is just an honorific title, and the real priest is in charge of a small church, not in the army.

Pastor Thomas (Why so many people call Thomas, so annoying!) He was a bit burly and hairy, and if you ignored the robes he wore on him, he would have been mistaken for a soldier.

Although it looks majestic, Pastor Thomas's voice is soft, crisp, and pleasant.

"Yes, sir!" He nodded, flipped through the account book in his hand, looked at the small words, and said softly:

"I can state that the operation to destroy the riot of the Kelly tribe at this time has been completed!"

In an instant, everyone who reacted immediately applauded.

"According to my rough statistics, more than 230 soldiers were killed, more than 300 were injured, and more than 50 horses were lost......

A string of loss data was reported, which made Sir John feel a little uncomfortable.

"And more than 900 men, women, and children were captured, 10,000 cattle and sheep, more than 500 pounds worth of gold and silver, more than 2,000 horses, more than 1,000 quarts of grain (6.35 kilograms per quart), and the rest of the booty was countless!"