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After a light winter rain, the garbage and dust piled up on the streets become muddy, the blue sky is like a wash, and the blue sky is particularly cheerful.

Subsequently, the pedestrians on the road suddenly found that there was a rare warmth rippling in the air, which spread from their hearts to their whole bodies, and the cold was suddenly swept away.

When I looked up, I saw a slightly warm sun in the sky.

The whole of Norwich City, which was originally filled with joy, suddenly gathered even more intensely, and the whole city was in a state of yellow.

Despite the muddy roads, people took to the streets, and boys and girls sang and danced as if they were celebrating a festival, and the joy was overflowing.

"Your Excellency, the news has spread throughout the city, and the people are overjoyed and are celebrating!"

Standing high at the head of the city, the original strong city walls did not show a trace of destruction, and it can be seen that for Norwich City, the capture by the rebels was a sudden event, and it was too late to resist!

And Sir Robert, with his gray hair, was standing at the head of the city in high spirits, wearing a tight-fitting fine dress, and without the plain clothes he usually wore, the whole man looked much younger.

Beside him, an old man older than him, like Sir Robert, was dressed in fine linen, hunched over, and stared with cloudy eyes at the reveling crowd below, a smile slowly appearing on his lips.

If you look closely, you will find that this old man is about five or six stories similar to Sir Robert, and he is Sir Robert's elder brother - William. Kate.

And beside them, there was no rest of the rebel army leaders, only a tall and thin young man by their side, and that was what he had just said.

"David, we have to believe that this joy is far from being like this, and that it will flow like the Wentham River into the North Sea!"

Sir Robert's gaze rested on those joyous countenances for a moment, and then he turned and spoke to the young man.

"Yes, Your Excellency, it must be so!" The young man's face flashed with a hint of determination, clenched his fists, and said excitedly.

"Robert, if what the Marquis said is true, then we can breathe a sigh of relief!"

William, who was sixty years old. Kate, touching her long gray beard, with a hint of relief in her eyes, turned her head and glanced at her brother lightly, and then said.

"I think that the Marquis of Parr should not break his word, after all, the nobles attach great importance to reputation, and when it comes to His Majesty the King, he has to be cautious!"

With a smile on his face, Sir Robert patted his brother lightly on the shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone.

Sir Robert has long been associated with the upper nobles, and Sir Robert knows very well that for the nobles, the honor of the family cannot be defiled, and breaking his word is no less than a fatal blow to the prestige of the family.

Therefore, not only Sir Robert, but the rest of the rebel leadership will not have the slightest suspicion about this negotiation.

However, Sir Robert and others would not have known that in times of peace, the nobility did regard family honour as life, and in times of war, credibility did not exist in the face of enemy troops.

So, when Norwich City was jubilant, the residents did not know that their side was already surrounded.

The small river flows uninterruptedly under the sunlight, jumping from time to time and popping out a sparkling droplet, which looks like a lively stream.

And a group of more than 30 cavalrymen, dismounted and stood, some sitting, some gently stroking their mounts, and some even scooped a pot of stream water, drinking it to themselves, and from time to time they smacked their lips, and enjoyed it to the extreme.

At the front of the procession, a tall knight looked up at the front, his blue eyes sometimes slightly closed, sometimes open, but his ears moved a few times from time to time, looking extremely serious.

With a tall nose, strong arms, and thick calluses on his hands, this makes his identity appeal.

"Get on the horse, someone's coming!" As the boss of the team, Bull not only has a strong force, but his hearing is far superior to others, and he usually has the most say in this kind of thing.

Hearing the captain's call, more than thirty people immediately got on their horses, and their movements were fast and neat, as if they were one.

Bull nodded with satisfaction, these were his fellow villagers, and after being called together, they became a team.

The legs were gently exerted, and the horse under the ass immediately knew what he meant, and galloped forward lightly with its sturdy four hooves.

The rest of the riders also clamped their legs and followed him one by one, and under the hooves of the horses, patches of crumbling grass were splashed.

In less than five minutes, what appeared in front of everyone was a long caravan, the reason why it was said to be long, because in the caravan, a carriage loaded with grain drove slowly, on both sides of the caravan, more than a dozen mercenaries rode horses, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere seemed to get along well.

But Bull smiled in his heart, he was here to break the silence.

The sound of the cavalry's vibration startled the caravan in peace, and everyone in the caravan was like a fried hedgehog, revealing their weapons one by one and making a defensive posture.

Soon, ignoring the caravan in front of them, the cavalry ran over, drew the short sword at his waist, and swung it towards the stunned caravan with an arc.

The mercenaries faced the well-equipped cavalry, resisted for a while, and then fled on their own, without the slightest intention of dying for money.

The cavalry chopped down a few guys who tried to resist, and this was what calmed down the entire caravan and accepted their arrangement.

Soon, a plump merchant was ready to come over to negotiate, but Bull didn't have the slightest intention of responding.

His time was precious, but he didn't have that much time to talk to the greedy merchants.

With a slanted glance, one of the cavalrymen came out of his own accord and said a few words to the group of dejected men, and the whole caravan slowly began to move, but the target was no longer Norwich City, but the government army camp ten miles away.

In this way, with the entire caravan, Bull led a group of his men back to the camp.

This was the third wave of caravans they had brought back this morning, and the largest.

They worked so diligently, not only by order of the Marquis, but also because of the pounds hanging in front of them.

The Marquis issued a statement that if they brought back a caravan, each team would receive a glittering pound sterling as their reward.

So, in Bull's opinion, these caravans were all gold, all money.

As for how the caravan marquis brought back was blackmailed or blackmailed, Bull couldn't care so much, he only knew that they had made a fortune this time.

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