In the Netherlands, with the addition of 20,000 Spanish troops, the riots that had just arisen were suddenly dispersed and unstable.

So, at this moment, how could His Majesty the King allow Spain, a great opportunity to continue to shed blood, and give instructions in person, hundreds of miles away.

"Break the rebel army into pieces, abandon the big cities where the enemy is strong, and choose small and medium-sized towns where Spain is weak, and move from point to point!"

"Mobilize the vast number of small and medium-sized merchants in the Netherlands who have endured the exploitation of the Spaniards, and let them join the army and actively participate in the revolt!"

"Don't confront the Spaniards directly, adopt the spirit of fighting more and less, fleeing if you can't fight, and fighting hard if you can fight, and everything is aimed at victory!"

In the northern region of the Netherlands, on the threshing floor of a small village, a middle-aged man with curly yellow hair, he wears an English gentleman's hat and holds a long black cane.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all Dutch, and we have all suffered from the tyranny of that tyrant, and we have been deprived of our faith!"

As if he had substituted himself for a Dutchman, his face flushed with excitement, and he cried out in a loud voice of righteous indignation:

"Fifty thousand, fifty thousand Dutch people have been innocently beheaded by the Inquisition in eight years since 1556 and 1563, this is a naked tyranny, this is a tyranny inflicted on the Netherlands!"

"Tyranny—" "Tyranny—"

In the small village, thousands of rebels gathered, their faces red and shouting excitedly.

"Although the Spaniards have an army of 20,000 men, we have the support of 3 million Dutch people and the support of thousands of towns, and a temporary defeat is nothing!"

"Moreover, the English brought two thousand arquebuses and ten thousand pounds of gunpowder this time, all the way to support the Netherlands in their rebellion against the tyrant!"

"Thanks to the English!" "God bless!" "The English will always be our friends of the Netherlands!"

When the more than 1,000 militiamen heard about this crisis, the English people came all the way to support, and for a while, they were extremely moved and talked about it endlessly.

"English! Hmph-" Outside the crowd, a tall and thin nobleman dressed gorgeously, hearing this, immediately guessed his thoughts, and said with some disdain.

"Where can there be so much, it would be nice if the English could come and support us!" On the side, another nobleman shook his head and sighed.

"Alas!" The tall and thin nobleman sighed, and he was also helpless in his heart.

Since the capture of Amsterdam by the rebels, the wave of uprisings has quickly swept across the Northern Netherlands, and it looks like Spanish rule in the Netherlands is in jeopardy.

But when the Governor learned of this, she made a decisive search of Brussels and the surrounding area, arresting the three leaders, the Earl of Ögmont, Admiral Horn, and the Prince of Orange.

The Earl of Egmont and Admiral Horn were arrested and hanged, and only the Prince of Orange was also taken into custody, and his fate was unknown.

The 20,000 Spanish army smashed the fragile rebel army to pieces in one fell swoop, and the Netherlands ostensibly returned to Spanish rule.

The two nobles, raising their heads, continued to listen to the speech of the Englishman, at this moment, the most important thing is to boost morale!

The English stood on a high platform and continued to preach, emotionally and infectiously.

"This is a God-given right for us, even the king can't stop it!"

"Yield, that's the mantra of the cowardly, and the brave, never give in, we will be victorious, God bless us! God bless the Netherlands! ”

"God bless the Netherlands! God bless the Netherlands! The rebels shouted wildly, shouted loudly, vented, and everyone used their strength to feed, and the decadent morale rose sharply.

Even the nobles outside the crowd were so excited that they couldn't wait to attack the Spaniards.

This kind of speech, which mixed command and brainwashing, coupled with wine and food, made the rebel army of thousands of people revel, and put the timidity in their hearts down for a while.

The soldiers at the bottom can naturally be unrestrained, and as the commanding noble high-ranking officers, they must stay sober.

"Mr. John! We are very grateful for your support this time, especially with the weapons we are in need of (albeit at a cost)! ”

A big-nosed aristocrat, with a smile, said politely to the Englishman who had just spoken.

"England and the Netherlands have a long-standing friendship, and our King has long been blind to the tyranny of Spain, this support is only the first batch, and the rest of the supplies will depend on your performance!"

The Englishman leaned on his crutches, touched his beard, and smiled.

Hearing this, more than a dozen nobles couldn't help revealing a hint of joy on their faces, this is the first batch, and there will be follow-up, which is good for everyone.

"We Dutch people will keep in mind the friendship of the nobility towards us! Thank you so much! ”

In this regard, the English smiled, noncommittal, interests, feelings or something are too empty!

This group of nobles had a total army of only about 1,000 people, but they were divided into five or six factions, each of which had its own work, and some even just wanted to protect their own family wealth, and in the blink of an eye, they had the possibility of defecting to Spain.

John was reluctant to hand over the supplies to them.

But first, it was the king's request to support the Netherlands, and second, the Netherlands, which lacked weapons, had a high price of muskets and made them profitable, which made the Bloody Blade risk delivery.

"Mr. John, what you said earlier about breaking up into pieces, and fighting less with more, is really a good idea, I feel that it is particularly suitable for us in the Netherlands, may I ask, who is this general? Can you ask him to teach us a lesson, or let him teach and direct us? ”

The big-nosed aristocrat looked embarrassed.

The other nobles had an approving expression, obviously very optimistic about this decision, and the proposed plan was really in their hearts.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything!" Mr. John said with some apologies and a smile: "These are all proposed by our Majesty the King, and I have to convey them to you!" ”

"It turned out to be His Majesty Edward, what a surprise!" Many aristocrats sighed one after another, and for a while, their psychology was extremely complicated.

Look at the king of England, wise and martial, leading England to make great strides, and I heard that he has conquered a lot of land in France.

What's more, it's still Protestant.

And what about our king? He extorted taxes and suppressed the faith of the Dutch and brutalized Protestants.

There is no contrast!

"If only His Majesty Edward were our king!" The aristocrats sighed in their hearts.