While the quasi-lancers and horse-mounted archers of the cavalry retreated towards the area where the horses had been gathered, the Scots fired several more iron ball shells, which flew swiftly in the direction of the group with a whistling sound.

"Elver, run faster, the highlanders' artillery is coming!" Sir Alex Ferguson Congreve stopped, anxiously urging his attendants.

Dressed in three-quarters armor and armed with a light rifle with a swallowtail spear flag, Alfred did not seem to be afraid of the might of the artillery, and when he caught up with Sir Alex Ferguson, his chest rose and fell and said, "Don't worry, sir, this cannonball will not explode." ”

Iron cannonballs fired from bronze cannons do not explode after being fired. However, this shell can bounce some distance after touching the ground, causing massive damage to nearby personnel. Isabel once told her two brothers about the bronze cannon on the battlefield. However, Alfred Walton, the youngest member of the family, only remembered half of it.

"What are you talking about??" Sir Alex Ferguson, who held a handguard bayonet sword in one hand and a short-handled battle axe in the other, stared at his squire with wide eyes, and he could scarcely believe that his squire could say such a thing on a battlefield where a man would die at any moment.

"I'm listening......," Alfred had just spoken, when Sir Alex felt a very strong, gunpowder-like wind whistling through Alfred's body.

After the strong wind, Alfred's head disappeared with the light rifle in his hand, and the light horse gun in his right hand seemed to have been broken by someone, losing the tip of the spear and the spear flag hanging from it. "Ah......h Sir Alex Ferguson roared as he watched as his squire had his head smashed off by an iron cannonball.

Having lost his head, Alfred was left with only his armored body, standing still for a long time, refusing to fall, a fountain of blood gushing out from his neck wound torn by a spherical cannonball. Sir Alex Ferguson stood as if possessed by the devil, staring at the young squire who had long since died.

"Sir, what are you doing? Get on board! Sir Ernest rode his horse and ran behind Sir Alex Ferguson.

Sir Alex Ferguson slowly turned his head and glanced at the other man with a blank face, "Alfred is dead!" ”

"Elver???" Ernest stared at the headless corpse still standing in front of him, and almost fell off his horse in front of him. He quickly stabilized his mind again, gritted his teeth vigorously, and spat out a sentence to Sir, "Sir, quickly retreat to the south bank of the Ess River, the highlanders are about to rush over." ”

To civilians who don't understand war, the 3,000-strong English army looks like a rout. There were runners, some on horseback, all of them "panicking" towards the Eske River not far behind. Sir Thomas, the chief of the guard, and his deputy chief of the guard rode on the side of the road, commanding the retreating army, "Hurry! Hurry up! The river is about to rise to high tide! ”

The deputy captain of the guard looked at the retreating army with a grim face, and said fiercely, "Sir, I must take revenge on the highlanders for today's shame!" ”

Sir Thomas's face was not good-looking, and he closed his lips and nodded slightly, "We will, we will!" ”

At this time, the two saw Ernest and Ferguson galloping towards them on horseback, followed by their mercenary team. When the two knights passed in front of the two captains of the guard, Sir Thomas suddenly noticed that there was a man who seemed to be dead lying on the bridge in front of Ernest's saddle, and looked at Ernest with some surprise, "Sir, this is your squire??" ”

Ernest looked at the other with an unusually heavy face, "Chief Guard, this is my brother Elver. ”

The two captains of the guard glanced at each other, knowing that Ernest and the dead squire Alfred were Miss Isabel's two brothers. This means that the youngest son of Baron Walton I was unfortunately killed in this war.

Sir Thomas nodded to Ernest in silence, and said, "Sir, you take your brother across the river first, and I and the deputy guard guard will stop the highlanders." ”

Tears welled up in Sir Ernest's eyes, and after nodding silently at the two captains of the guard, he and Sir Alex Ferguson led their team towards the south bank of the Eske River. Then, when the rising tide of the Eske River brought unforeseen natural disasters, the war of invasion and counter-invasion that took place on the western border of England and the Soviet Union in November 1542 soon came to an end.

On the Scottish side, between 50 and 70 men were killed, 1,200 nobles, knights, squires and sergeants were captured by the English, and hundreds drowned in the marshes and rivers of the River Ess and its tributary, the River Lane. On the English side, less than 40 people, including Alfred, were killed, and most of the dead were killed by the Scots' artillery.

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On Tuesday, November 28, at 9 a.m., the Duke of Richmond convened the second meeting of his retainers for November in his Sherif Hatton Castle. The first item of the meeting was to celebrate the victory of the frontier battle, and a large number of Scottish nobles and knights captured in the battle, all of whom were temporarily interned in Carlisle Castle, except for the former commander-in-chief, Baron Maxwell. Next, the Duke of Richmond, on behalf of the Chairman of the Northern Council, would ask Henry VIII for advice on the handling of the captives and the details of the ransom.

At this time, Isabel did not know the news of the death of her younger brother, and raised a glass with the Duke of Richmond's retainers to celebrate the victory in the war. The retainers were very curious about her experience of capturing the former commander-in-chief of the Soviet army in the interior of Scotland, and invited her to tell the story of that night.

At this moment, a living room manservant quietly walked in from another door in the conference hall, came to the staircase to the right of the Duke of Richmond's throne and bowed, "Good day, Your Highness." ”

The Duke of Richmond glanced at the manservant on his right, "Well, what's the matter?" ”

The manservant, who stood up straight, glanced at Isabel in the hall on the right, and said softly, "Your Highness, Lord Walton has sent someone to ask Your Excellency to return to the territory immediately. ”

"Oh...? Didn't Lord Walton say anything? ”

"Your Highness, the man sent by Lord Walton says that the coffin of your brother, Alfred, has been transported back from Carlisle Castle."

"Coffin??" The Duke of Richmond was taken aback and could not help but cry out.

Isabel followed the voice and saw that the Duke of Richmond had risen from his seat. After thinking about it subconsciously, he nodded to the several retainers in front of him, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm going to leave for a while." ”