John Neville, the foul-faced Baron Latimer, sat down on a piece of wood with a dejected expression, his eyes staring straight at the castle's gatehouse, the stone bridge, and the moat at the top of the slope in front of him. At this time, his helmet was missing, and the three-quarters armor he was wearing was also damaged in several places. Not only that, but there were some black-red blood stains stuck to the armor that had not yet coagulated.

After an unknown amount of time, the baron stared at the slope in front of him, which was almost covered with corpses, and suddenly grabbed the handguard stabbing sword that had been thrown on the ground. As soon as he stood up, he was blocked by a man next to him, who was also wearing a three-quarter armor. Glaring intently at the young baron, he shook his head and just said, "My lord, this is dangerous, you can't go any further." ”

Baron Latimer stared blankly at the other party, and then looked at the death slope of the other party, "Go away, no matter what, I must bring back Sirzz's corpse!" ”

At this moment, a cool breeze blew, and the man, whose helmet was long gone, reached out and grabbed a messy short hair. Still motionless in front of Baron Latimer, he nodded, "My lord, let me go." ”

Baron Latimer did not insist on returning to the battlefield again, and the handguard bayonet sword in his hand was also "clang!" It fell to the ground again and again. Then he sat down heavily on the wood and covered his face with his hands in the smoke and blood, and said bitterly, "I am alive, but Sir is dead, how shall I tell my godmother this fact?" ”

The man in the armor, which was also somewhat torn, slowly crouched down, raised his chin slightly to look at him, "My lord, Sir died for the honor of the knight. ”

Baron Latimer still covered his face with his hands and shook his head, "Sir died to protect me. I knew I couldn't dodge the cannon projectile, but Sir pushed me away. ”

"My lord, I'm sure Sizz's sister will forgive you."

"I'll go with you to bring Jazz back after dark."

"Yes, sir."

On the first day of the war, Isabel's brother, Sir Ernest, was shattered by nearly half of his body by a penetrating ball projectile and died on the way to attack Edinburgh. Before he died, he only said "Get out of the way!" After his death, he did not leave a complete body for his relatives and descendants to mourn him.

On the afternoon of 3 May, before it was completely dark after sunset, Baron Latimer and the two surviving would-be lancers smeared their armor with thin mud. A quasi-lancer quietly asked, "My lord, why do you put mud with water on the cavalry armor?" ”

Baron Latimer's mind was remembered as Sir Ernest's sister Isabel had taught him to apply the mud, and he looked silently at the curious would-be lancers. After a while, he said in a heavy tone, "Just to keep the Scots from discovering us." ”

The two would-be lancers looked at each other and did not speak, but quietly smeared their armor, face, and hands with thin mud. While they were wearing their respective weapons, they also brought some ropes to drag the corpses. Soon, the three quietly left the British garrison, a hilly area southeast of the Palace of Holyroodhouse, and walked briskly in the direction of Edinburgh.

The Palace of Holyroodhouse, a neo-Gothic palace built between 1501 and 1505, was built by James IV in honor of his visit to Margaret? Built by the marriage of Tudor. During the invasion, all buildings in the city of Edinburgh were looted by the British. Not only that, but the British also burned the Palace of Holyroodhouse after they ransacked it.

At this time, the corpses and discarded flags and weapons on the slope battlefield were still quietly there, and no one was fighting for them. A dozen vultures soared and glided leisurely above the corpse, their mouths squealing sharply. These "corpse eaters" hovered in the air and watched the large number of corpses on the ground.

After two days of continuous observation, the "corpse eaters" flew lower to see if the corpse's abdomen was undulating and whether its eyes were moving. If there was still no movement, they landed near the corpse and walked silently towards the corpse. While making a "grunt" sound from his mouth, he tentatively pecked at the corpse with his mouth.

Some of the corpses still had Scotsman's arrows stuck in them, and some still held the English halberds, longbows, or light lances they used in their lifetimes. If you listen to it, you can still hear the endless sounds and shouts of tearing and killing from the battlefield. Suddenly, gusts of wind blew, as if to wake up the dead souls.

After walking less than a mile, after passing a deserted city street, we came to the vicinity of St. Giles' Cathedral, an outpost of the British army. Baron Latimer frowned and looked around the buildings around the cathedral, which was built in the 14th century. One of the would-be lancers glanced at him and whispered, "My lord, there will be no Scots here, they don't dare to go out of Edinburgh." ”

John, who had been through the baptism of war, became more and more silent, and only shook his head. After spitting on the hard stone floor, he said in disgust, "Filthy Scottish pigs, this is their capital, and they stink." ”

Another would-be lancer said beside him, "My lord, Edinburgh used to have a nickname, called Old Smoke City. Not only does the whole city stink badly, but the Scots who live here also have a bad smell on their bodies. ”

"Say no more, let's go." Today's defeat made John not in the mood to tell jokes, and Sir Ernest, who died in his place, filled his heart with an incomparable anger.

Some mercenaries and Englishmen guarding the streets with obstacles such as horses spotted them, and an Englishman armed with a halberd came to the three of them, observed their outfits, and asked solemnly, "Who are you?" ”

John didn't speak with a gloomy face, and a quasi-lancer behind him immediately walked to his side and lowered his voice at the halberd, "Get out of the way, this is Lord Latimer." ”

When the halberd soldier heard this, he hurriedly retreated to the side of the road, nodded in greeting and hesitated and whispered, "My lord, ahead... The street in front is the range that the Scots' artillery can hit, and you're going to go ... There? ”

John closed his lips tightly and didn't speak, just glared at the halberd with a vengeful look. After a while, he said to the would-be lancer behind him, "Give him some money, and he is not allowed to tell anyone about what happened tonight." ”