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The decisive battle between the government forces and the Catholic mob ended with a victory for the government forces.

The soldiers walked scattered on the blood-stained meadows, and with each step, the blood-soaked dirt and weeds formed a blood-colored footprint, red and black, muddy and difficult to walk.

The whole wilderness was densely packed with corpses, and a large group of salivating waiters swirled in the sky, this time coming down to carve delicious meat as the soldiers pulled away.

A young warrior, clad in a thin suit of leather armor, but tattered and incomplete, frowned and searched everywhere.

The thick arm held a short sword with a bloody color, and quickly stopped when he passed by a corpse that was still in good clothes.

First, he looked up and looked around, and when he didn't notice anyone's attention, he squatted down silently, groping among the dead corpses with both hands, with expectations in his eyes, hoping to find his own wealth with his own hands.

In less than a minute, a look of disappointment hung on his face, and a wave of annoyance welled up in his heart, giving him the urge to vent in a big way.

But this is the battlefield, he is just a small soldier, what right does he have?

Thinking silently in his heart, the thick arms of the bulging green muscles relaxed.

Then, lowering his head, he suddenly swept to the feet of the corpse, and his eyes instantly jumped with joy, and he couldn't wait to lean his face over.

It's a pair of leather boots, a pair of leather boots made of sheepskin, the surface of which is covered by a layer of sludge, but it still can't hide the fact that it is a leather boot.

The man rubbed his eyes and happily wiped the sludge off the upper of his shoes with the grass on the road.

This is a pair of leather boots, which only those rich men will wear, and ordinary people will not have.

"I'm afraid I'll have to have a shilling for such a pair of leather boots!"

The man wrapped his leather boots in a torn linen cloth like a baby, and carefully received a hemp bag in his hand, and the smile on his face could not be stopped.

As a summoned militia, the king's guards had already swept through before he swept up, and they, the summoned militia, could only pick up the slack.

In this big circle, the most valuable thing is only the pair of leather boots just now, and the rest of the few pennies scattered around, and some short sword remnants, which are not worth much.

And with this surprise, the man became even more interested in the dead body in front of him.

A person with such a pair of leather boots is certainly not an ordinary person, although the pound or something is not much, but some other things will definitely be worth a lot of money.

Thinking about it, the man turned the dead body in front of him completely over, and as expected, he found a lot of good things in this way.

His underwear was made of thin silk and had a gold tooth inlaid in his mouth, which was a lot of money if you added those leather boots.

While he was cheering in place, the militia elsewhere was too, with surprises on their faces.

War is a struggle for wealth, and only the victor will have everything he gets, and he will plunder everything that the loser has.

Therefore, whenever the king called up the militia, all parts of England would participate enthusiastically, for the moment of victory.

And at this moment, our commander-in-chief, Knight Alexander, with a solemn face on his handsome face, sat in the position of the only commander-in-chief, and listened carefully.

"Your Excellency, Commander, in this battle, the Guards lost a total of one hundred and sixty-five dead and three hundred and thirty-two wounded, of which fifty-three cavalry were killed and thirty-eight wounded! In total, three hundred and seventy-two people were expected to die in the Guards, and one hundred and fifty were retired! ”

The young clerk glanced up at the expressionless Knight Alexander, and then continued to bury his head in the record.

"In total, the militia in various places lost 586 people killed and 1,860 wounded! Eight hundred and thirty-six people are expected to die in the end! ”

"As for the enemy's situation, it is impossible to count it at the moment!"

"Okay, I know, you go and convey my order, let the quartermaster take out the food and wine that have been prepared a long time ago, and let the soldiers have a good rest!"

Knight Alexander's furrowed eyebrows loosened slightly when he heard that the death toll had finally reached only one level of the total force, and then he turned his head and commanded the young clerk.

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The clerk nodded and turned to leave.

As for the seized materials or something, they have not yet been calculated, after all, there are still too few people who can read and count.

It was only after the young clerk that the knight of Alexandria began to think seriously about his gains and losses in this battle.

As for the Spanish phalanx, he still didn't fully understand how to use and command, so he could only continue to explore.

Knight Alexander was a little depressed in his heart, in fact, he still knew a little about the Spanish phalanx.

After all, he once fought with Henry VIII in France, and was fortunate enough to see a battle scene in Spain, the Allied army at that time, which was very spectacular.

But it's one thing to be a spectator, it's another thing to direct in person.

The knight of Alexander was always skeptical about the strength of the pikemen, as well as their courage.

Without the sword and halberd, the chances of the pikemen holding their ground were pitifully low.

Therefore, after consulting His Majesty's consent, a few long archers were kept in the uniform, which gave him some confidence.

As for the musketeers, the knight feels pretty good, but the power and distance are still a little lacking compared to the longbow, but it has the advantage that it can be mass-produced and does not require long-term training.

"Your Excellency, the King's messenger has arrived!" Just as Alexander went into thought mode, the guards outside the tent burst in, raised their heads, and whispered.

"Oh! Invite him in! Knight Alexander didn't care to think about what he had learned, so he quickly got up and said hurriedly, His Majesty the King mattered!

Soon, a dusty man walked in, with a deep exhaustion on his face, but he still straightened his waist, looked at Knight Alexander with a dignified expression, and said: "Knight Alexander, I have come by order of His Majesty the King, and this is a letter from His Majesty the King!" ”

After a knightly salute, he handed him a letter with waxed oil, and immediately turned and departed without hesitation.

The Alexander knight glanced at the departing messenger, walked to his seat, and began to take it apart and read it carefully.

In less than two minutes, Knight Alexander had a general understanding of the letter from London, which, apart from a few greetings, contained only one thing: support for Marquis William