Knight Alexander's blue eyes rolled, his white and handsome face was full of resolute looks, Edward's eyes turned to him, inexplicably there was a knight in front of his eyes hundreds of years ago, which was somewhat amazing.

I am afraid that this is the true knight, loyal and dedicated, upright and kind, loving and respectful.

This is the same concept as the death of a Chinese taxi as a confidant! Edward pondered silently.

And Alexander is not the same, most people see his handsome face, think that he relied on his face to ascend to the throne, and ignore his record of following Henry VIII to France, which is an insult to the knight of Alexander, who has always adhered to the sense of knightly honor in his heart.

The young king in front of him had never been like this, he did not abandon or even suppress him because of his previous relationship with His Majesty Henry VIII, but trusted him more than Henry VIII.

First he reformed and took control of the Guard, and then he led the Guards against the Catholic thugs, even though he didn't know the Chinese saying that a soldier dies for a confidant, but similar thoughts surged in his heart.

So, at this moment, Alexander looked a little emotional, his eyes were a little red, his face was inexplicably excited, and a different smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Edward felt that he couldn't help shivering all over his body, and an uncomfortable feeling became more and more intense.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Knight Alexander leaned over and greeted with concern, his handsome face losing his previous cold expression, which made Edward feel even more awkward.

"It's nothing, Mr. Knight, it's just a little cold!" Edward hurriedly waved his hand in the face of such an Alexander knight and said hurriedly.

"Mr. Knight, you immediately lead three thousand guards and gather the militia of Devon and Cornwall to act together!"

Edward pressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart and commanded directly.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" When Alexander saw that the king was fine, he relieved himself this time and quietly listened to the king's orders.

"No, if you gather the militia of nearby Dorset and Somerset, I think there should be 20,000 in the end, plus 3,000 guards, these are enough to deal with those mobs!"

Edward stood up, took a few steps, and said casually.

"So, what should we do with the mob in the end?"

Alexander asked, bending slightly.

"Kill—" Edward's face turned ruthless, and he said directly, "Kill all the leaders for me, and as for the mob that participated......

"Escort me to Ireland together, and force them to convert, and with their families, and I think that when they become Protestants, they will automatically fight the Irishmen without us having to rush!"

Thinking of this good method, Edward couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

Although Henry VIII forced the Irish Parliament to grant the Tudor monarch the title of King of Ireland, England controlled only Dublin and some of its vicinity, less than a tenth of Ireland's land, and its population was only a few tens of thousands.

However, after the invasion of Dublin, Ireland, England drove out the local inhabitants and nobles, and took possession of most of the land, except for some soldiers and nobles who were rewarded for the expedition, the rest belonged to the royal family.

The Irish are mostly Catholic, and if they were to move their Protestants into Ireland, they would have to rely on the local garrison if they didn't want to be bullied.

"Huh? Be! Alexander hesitated, thinking that His Majesty had been too harsh to implicate his family, but when he remembered that it was a Catholic rebellion, such a punishment was relatively light.

The Knight of Alexandria felt pity in his heart for the actions of those mobs, isn't this looking for death?

He bent down and saluted the king standing in front of him, before quietly choosing to leave.

At this time, Edward was also pondering how to deal with the suppression of the rebellion in the northeast, whether to move all of them to Ireland for colonial expansion and expand the scope of English rule.

This, together with the Catholics in the West and their families, brings the total number to more than 100,000.

And you know, England and Wales now has only three million people, accounting for one-thirtieth of the population under his rule, which is not a small number.

Moreover, this money is definitely not from the central government, they have no money, and they can only be paid by the royal family.

Some people say that they can all be reduced to serfs!

However, in the 14th century, serfdom was nominally abolished in England, and the nobility was forced to abandon most of the serfs, and the judiciary was transferred to the crown.

So, in addition to the royal family and some of the great nobles who still retained a few serfs, a new class emerged in England - tenant farmers, that is, tenants.

To reduce so many people to serfdom is contrary to English tradition and is not acceptable.

"Forget it, let's wait until we win! What the am I doing! ”

Suddenly, Edward found himself thinking that the war had not yet been won, at least a month or two away, and that he was not in a hurry for now.

At this time, Norwich City, the second largest city in England and the center of England's textile and leather, was no longer in the hands of King Edward. Kate and the other leaders use Norwich Cathedral in the city center as a conference center.

As believers, in Europe, no matter how great the conflict between Protestantism and Catholicism is, no one dares to destroy churches, let alone these mobs who oppose enclosures.

Therefore, after "deliberating" with the clergy of the church, the bishop of the church reluctantly lent some rooms to the mob.

The priest who grew up in the church, Aceh is only fourteen years old, and his green face is full of dissatisfaction with these mobs.

In the morning, on the way to pray, when he passed by the occupied rooms, with a resentful expression on his face, he was well educated, and he gave a rare soft 'puff', clenched his fists, and walked away quickly.

The guard of the door showed a helpless and angry expression on his face, and he was helpless about such a thing.

In Aceh's view, it is unforgivable for this mob to be lazy and lazy, the whole family has nothing, and they do not want to find a job to live, but after losing their job, they start a rebellion and dare to desecrate God's holy place.

Aceh's view was not his own, but Aceh's view represented the view of the majority of the English people, who believed that the landless peasants were poor because of laziness, not because of enclosure.