"Wow... The waves crashed against the reef again and again, splashing a few feet high in white, crystalline water. When the waves swell to the shore, they gently caress the soft sand, and then reluctantly retreat, again and again, forever and ever. The silver edges drawn under the sand seem to give the mighty sea a glittering silver frame, making the sea even more charming and beautiful.

However, Earlsferry is the coastal royal town of Earlsferry just a mile or so from the beautiful beach, which is under fire from artillery from the sea. The destruction, the commotion and the magnificent scenes of fire, the lights of the flickering country houses, the new flames that sprang up on the shore, spread in all directions, and burned more and more.

The first moments are terrifying, and there is nothing more pitiful than a group of terrified farmers and fishermen. They rushed to get their weapons and shouted, ran, and many were knocked to the ground and then stubbornly got up. These sturdy Scots, who had been attacked, did not know what to do for themselves and were at a loss with their weapons and scurrying around in the shelling. Some frightened people ran out of the house, ran into the house, and ran out again, and the family was shouting the names of their relatives who had run away.

The only two yomen in the town hurried to the town sheriff's house with a few armed retinues. Soon, the group came to a Gothic, two-story house on the east side of the town. After confirming that the town sheriff's house had not been hit by artillery with the light of the torches, the group followed a gravel road to the right side of the house to the gate.

Led by the manservant, the two Yoman found the sheriff in the business room on the first floor, and they found the usually invincible sheriff shivering under his desk. At this moment, an iron projectile struck a farmer's house south of the sheriff's house. The strong impact and the trembling sound of the projectile bouncing in an irregular direction on the ground once again caused the sheriff who had come out of the desk to quickly retract under the desk.

"My lord, do you know who attacked us with artillery?" An elderly Yoman, regardless of his status and status, fell to his knees on one leg and asked the town sheriff urgently.

"Yoman, I... How do I know who it is? The sheriff angrily pushed back Yoman's words.

"Could it be the Englishman?"

"I don't know, I don't know."

The middle-aged Yoman, who was also kneeling on one leg on the side of the old Yoman, thought to himself, "If Henry VIII, who loved to kill his wife, sent his fleet to the North Sea again, the fleet should first shell the towns of St. Andrews and Dundee. Now, how could there be a sudden attack on Earlsferry ? ”

The middle-aged Joman was right to speculate that St. Andrews, the religious capital of the Kingdom of Scotland in the Middle Ages, was indeed an ancient town that Henry VIII wanted to burn. If Henry VIII had sent the royal fleet to march on Scotland again, he would have at least targeted St Andrews and the city of Dundee to the northwest.

Dundee is a city at the mouth of the River Tay on the eastern coast of the Kingdom of Scotland. It is also the fourth largest city in Scotland after Glasgow, Edinburgh and Aberdeen. In fact, during the Anglo-Soviet War for Queen Mary from December 1543 to March 1551, Sir Andrew Dudley (later brother of John Dudley, Duke of Northumberland) led a mercenary army to capture the city in 1547. By 1548, Jazz was unable to resist the continuing Scottish army and ordered the city to be burned.

The elder Yoman turned his gaze to the middle-aged Yoman who lived in a town and nodded approvingly, "Yoman, you're right. And, I heard some heresy from the sound of the cannons. ”

At this time, the farmer's house around the town sheriff's house was not shelled again. The sheriff slowly climbed out of his desk, and was supported by two yomen to sit on a chair across from the desk. After letting the two yomen sit down, the sheriff reverted to his previous appearance as a magistrate, "Well, two yomans, since it is not the English army attacking us, I think tonight's artillery attack may not be a very troublesome matter. ”

"My lord, whether or not the English are attacking us is just my guess. I think we should immediately send someone to find out the news of the enemy. After all, the shelling has already caused a lot of damage to the town and the population. The middle-aged Yoman looked at the town sheriff with a serious expression and said eloquently.

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When Sir Andrew Melville, the palace guard, climbed up a soft beach with all his might, he lay on the beach and never moved. He opened his mouth wide and breathed in the salty sea breeze, even though he still had a lot of beach sand in his mouth. While closing his eyes and resting, his mind kept praying to God: "Almighty Father, Creator of heaven and earth, forgive me my sins today, as I forgive others; Don't let me fall into temptation; But save me from evil. Amen! ”

"Cleanse my heart, water my heart, heal my heart, heal my heart, obey the hardness of my heart, warm my coldness, and direct my paths. Amen! ”

Jazz read the prayer and fell asleep. After some time, Isabel Walton and others, who had been chasing him, landed on the narrow land west of Jazz and successfully rendezvoused with the team members who had landed earlier. Later, Isabel made arrangements for the next step of the plan, and told the dozens of team members present, "Baldwin, Fast, you take people to find the church in town." Kill the priests and the monks, and rob the church of its treasures. ”

Fast nodded, and asked a question, "Your Excellency, if there are farmers or security troops in the town who resolutely resist us, shall we kill even these people together?" ”

Isabel thought about it and said, "Remember, the purpose of this battle is only to plunder the treasures of the church. If you run into a large number of Scots, you must get out of town and return here immediately. ”

In the dark, find the local church as quickly as possible, fight or retreat when you meet the Scots, and return safely to the landing site with the looted treasure. Such a daunting task can be difficult just by sounding like it. Not only that, but the number of people who could participate in the battle was less than 80, and there were not even horses to use to evacuate the battlefield. Everyone present looked at their commander. Had Sir Andrew not fled, Isabel would have personally led the men into the raid.