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Before setting out on the expedition, Sir John invited three pro-British tribal leaders to lead the way, after all, with the existence of the leading party, the war would be much easier.

In Wenger Township, today's immigrants are required to stay in their houses and not come out.

So Leonard went back to his home, visited his wife and children, and took a break.

As a man with little limbs, Leonard was placed in the ranks of spearmen, and was also the largest cannon fodder unit, which made him no longer at peace in his heart.

Therefore, he hurried to get together with his family, otherwise he might not be able to get together again after this time.

Staying in the house, Leonard suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and then he approached the door, and through the crack in the door, he saw a group of men in plaid skirts, their hair disheveled.

They were on horseback, their heads looking around curiously, as if to see the difference in the town.

The Irish, like Scotland, and Wales, are all Kates, and the traditional dress is skirts.

Men are checkered skirts, women are linen skirts, but men like to wear green checkered skirts, the fabric is woven by themselves, and the patterns on the clothes are generally the emblem of their own tribe.

Each tribe in Ireland is basically a small self-sufficient society.

Dozens of cavalry divided into three teams, not far apart, walked slowly towards the Garrison House in Wenger Town, which was Sir John's residence and the administrative center of the entire Wenger Town.

Before and after these cavalry, it was Wenger's own militia, mainly to prevent these barbarians from being unable to control themselves and plundering on a large scale, so it would be fun.

Sir John received the three tribal chiefs at the residence.

In this regard, Sir John stated at the beginning that the reason for his initiative to attack was nothing more than the attack of the Kelly tribe last year.

And he also stressed that the Kelly tribe was perverse and oppressed the other tribes at will, and that he would decide to exterminate this tribe on behalf of His Majesty the King, on behalf of the entire Irish tribe.

Seeing this, the other three leaders hesitated a lot, after all, the Kelly tribe was the largest tribe in the vicinity, and it was too difficult.

In this regard, Sir John poured into his chest and said lightly: "If this war goes well, I don't want any cattle and sheep from the Kelly tribe, only those lands and captive population!"

The three leaders felt that so many cattle and sheep were worth more than the land, but they thought about it again, and then they all shook their heads, the land of the Kelly tribe is very fertile, and the farming and shepherding sheep are very good.

"Your Excellency, we only need land, those cattle and sheep and none of us don't want them, all of them will be given to Your Excellency!"

The three leaders are all old and sophisticated figures, and of course they know that with fertile land, cattle and sheep will multiply more and more, and land is the foundation.

"Yes, of course!" Sir John simply agreed, leaving the three chiefs full of doubts, and they could not understand how he could agree so simply, when his attention had failed.

"These lands belong to you, but you must be loyal to my king and pay taxes!"

"Taxes? No, absolutely not! The three leaders shook their heads in unison and denied.

Although Ireland is currently tribal, there was a state before, and the word tax was not unfamiliar to them.

Every year, they contributed a large amount of money to the king who was far away in England, which made them very unwilling.

"Don't rush to deny, Your Excellency the Three Chiefs!"

Sir John shook his head and whispered.

"You only need to pay one pound of grain per acre, and we will never increase it, if someone raises the tax, you can just say no!"

Only one pound per acre of land is required, which is indeed very little, and the three of them thought about it and agreed.

"As for the captive population, I only need half of it, and the rest is yours!"

At this point, the conditions were all settled, and Sir John finally smiled.

For him. The land was not his mission to Ireland, his task was to assimilate the Irish people, to make them bask in the glory of the king, and to make the whole of Ireland truly a member of the kingdom.

Don't look at it as a pound, but it means that His Majesty the King exercises the right to rule here, and nominally all three tribes are the king's courtiers.

Of course, these interests in the early stage are just a thousand dollars to buy bones, and in the future, if it goes well, then the entire Wenger town will usher in great development.

After the conditions were negotiated, the three tribes sent a total of 300 troops, and Wenger Town sent 700 troops, a total of 1,000 soldiers and horses.

This was naturally a bit of a disadvantage compared to the thousands of warriors of the Kelly tribe, but the possession of an arquebus gave Sir John a great deal of confidence.

For now, arquebuses are beginning to flourish throughout Europa, but in the remote island of Ireland, they have never been seen before the eyes of the Kates.

Of course, this was also due to financial constraints, and the Tudor government did not have so much money to colonize in the early days.

A hundred arquebuses, a few hundred pounds, that's not a small amount.

Without further ado, an army of thousands of people is moving quickly towards the Kelly tribe, but for the Kelly tribe, it is the head snake here, and this news is not clear.

"Chief, those English and those cowards are only half a day away from us, is it time for us to act?"

Alex, the first warrior of the Kelly tribe, bowed his head and said to the leader in front of him, Alex means upright and strong in Irish.

"Don't be in a hurry, those England are cunning foxes, we can't take them lightly! Be careful! ”

The head of the Kelly tribe was hereditary, and if it were to be paid first and given later by Henry VIII, he should be called Baron Kelly.

He was of moderate stature and looked a little thin compared to the rest of the Irish, but the whole tribe obeyed his commands, and his intelligence was the most important reason besides his origin.

"Yes, sir!" The strong Alex nodded, and said yes to him, and then looked at the leader, waiting for his dispatch.

"The English finally showed their fox tails, and they still want our land and our wealth, but I won't let you succeed!"

Touching his chin, Baron Kelly thought about his thoughts, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Baron Kelly was wary of the English from the outset, and when they were unsteady, he tried to drive them away, but failed.

Seeing that the power of the English is getting bigger and bigger, he is calm on the surface, but he is anxious in his heart, the longer time passes, the strength of the English will be stronger.

At this time, the English came with a large number of troops, which was exactly what he wanted, and he also wanted to annihilate these English people in one fell swoop.

"Lord Chief, the leaders of the other tribes are urging you to do something!"