ps: Chapter 1, 38 degrees for five consecutive days, 39 degrees tomorrow, everyone looks at me so hard, vote!

"Highlanders?" The old-fashioned Scott, the brave Nigel, and a few others shouted in surprise, and the look of surprise on their faces was wonderful.

The highlanders they speak of are not the same as the highlanders we speak of.

Traditionally, the Scottish Highlands refers to the area northwest of the Dumbarton-Stonehaven line, including the Hebrides, parts of Perthshire, and Bitshire, which are areas where true Highlanders live.

The coastal lowlands, including the Orkney Islands, the Sedlands, County Nairn, Maryshire, Banff County, and much of East Aberdeenshire, are considered highlands in the eyes of the English, but not really highlands in the eyes of the Scotlands.

Although these areas are also different from the lowlands in terms of altitude and topography, they are also different from the real highlands, and they are not in a position to be inferior or inferior. They are basically obedient highlanders, and they are not as wild and bloody as real highlanders.

The Scottish Highlands are very different from the Scottish Lowlands, for example, in terms of demographics.

The Lowlands are basically mixed English and Celtic, while the Highlands are basically Celtic aborigines.

Linguistically, the language is basically similar to English in the Lowlands, while Gaelic is prevalent in the Highlands.

More critically, the degree of social evolution is different, with the lowlands currently being a feudal society, while the highlands are a tribal federation clan society.

The Scottish Highlanders have always been ignorant of Edinburgh's orders, and sometimes even rebelled in the heat of the moment, which caused a headache for the Edinburgh aristocracy.

For example, the last time the nobles summoned the highlanders to fight, they were all tribes close to the lowlands, but the real tribal barbarian warriors were nowhere to be seen.

Therefore, the last time they fought with the English, they were not real Highland warriors, and their wildness degraded a lot.

"Mr. Russell, you're not kidding!" One of the obese councillors frowned and said solemnly, "Even if we invite these highlanders, I'm afraid we won't be able to control it, and I'm afraid it will be another disaster for us lowlanders!" ”

For the Highlanders, the Scots in the Low Countries have always had mixed feelings. On the one hand, when the English invaded, they basically relied on them to drive out the English; On the other hand, when the highlanders are short of food, the lowlands are their first target, and they do not buy them with money, but grab them with their own hands.

They have been loving and killing each other, and hundreds of people have always been like this.

"Yes, when the English are gone, I'm afraid the lowlands will suffer heavy losses!"

Donald thought the same in his heart, and sighed unbearably.

"Huh! It doesn't matter so much, as long as you can drive the English out, the cost is great! ”

The old-fashioned Scott sneered at this time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked a little cold.

"Besides, no matter how much they make trouble, they can't get us, some common people, if they die, they will die, it's not a big deal!"

"Yes! As long as we're okay, it's for the sake of Scotland anyway, and it's worth sacrificing a little! ”

On the side, Nigel stood tall and said with a look of approval.

"It's possible that the barbarians and the English will lose both, and that's a real joy!"

As he spoke, Nigel seemed to have a happy ending in mind, grinning happily and smirking.

"God forbid, we'll be able to have a few days of peace!"

However, the expected Ying Harmony did not remember, but everyone was silent.

The Donalds are certainly not as naïve as Nigel, and there is nothing so perfect in the world.

After all, such a chance is too slim, and the best possibility is that the English defeat the Highlanders, and according to their ideas, they still have to invite the French to defeat the tired English and return Scotland to the Scots.

Of course, these people acquiesced in their hearts, but they didn't say it.

Next, the group began to discuss specific actions, and the liaison was entrusted to Russell, who often sold food to the Highlanders and had a wide network.

Then they discussed again, and each contacted the merchants or nobles who were close to them and dissatisfied with the decision of the council, and pooled their money together.

This was discussed until the evening, and looking at the sky that was about to darken, Donald remembered something important.

"Oh! Let's disperse, everyone! The little king of England had a banquet tonight, and the nobles and parliamentarians of Edinburgh had basically received invitations! ”

"Let's pack up and don't be late!"

As he spoke, Donald hurriedly called the servant and began to prepare his clothes and carriage.

"Oh, really, let's hurry back, or we'll be late, the king who doesn't seem to be a good stubble is not something to be messed with!"

Russell and the others also remembered this for a while, and hurriedly walked out and got into their own carriage.

And Nigel, who was unimpressed at first, heard Russell's words, and seemed to remember the poor figure of the nobleman who was buried alive yesterday, and trembled.

It was not worth offending the king for such a trifle, and thinking about it, Nigel hurried out, stepped into the carriage with a brisk step, and hurriedly ordered the groom to go home.

Tonight, Linlis Castle was particularly lively, with the well-dressed maids running back and forth, carrying trays of food to the long tables on the grass, carefully.

And in the moonlight, which was slightly obscured by the clouds, the guards stood upright, either holding their spears or holding their right hands on the long swords at their waists, staring intently ahead.

This time Edward held a field banquet, after all, hundreds of people, the castle hall could not accommodate it.

First of all, a huge tent should be erected, which is not enclosed, but transparent on all sides, and only serves as a shelter from the wind and sun.

Heavy tables and chairs were placed under tents, and tables were covered with tablecloths with small napkins on which knives and spoons were placed, and it was not until the 16th century that forks became common.

The maids placed plates of food on long tables, while the powerful servants brought barrels of wine from the castle cellars, which were conservatively emptied.

It seems that the Scottish royal family is really poor! There weren't even a few barrels.

Edward looked at the neatly arranged wines in front of him and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Lucy, remove half of the fire wine from the navy ship, they won't need much anyway!"

Edward instructed Lucy, the little maid beside him.

On the other hand, Major James, who arrived early, always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Since fresh water could not be kept for a long time at sea, and rum was not invented, when Edward distilled it with grain and could preserve it for a long time, the whole market was in short supply of spirits.

The English Navy is even more exaggerated in that each ship holds more than five barrels of spirited wine, ranking first in the world.