The guy identified himself as Steve, had red hair, and he had crossed the sea from Ireland specifically...... Because he heard that Edward the Long Legs had recruited a number of mercenaries from Ireland to deal with the riots in Scotland.

"The man who could get Edward Long Legs to recruit mercenaries from Ireland must be a hero," Steve said...... Along the way, I heard a lot of your heroic deeds! ”

William Wallace calmly asked, "How many Irish mercenaries did they recruit?" ”

Steve smiled and said, "Ireland and Scotland are one family...... You don't have to worry. ”

William Wallace looked directly at Steve and waited for him to continue.

The Irish were of the Celtic race, the descendants of the first inhabitants of the continent, but since the English invasion began in 1169, they have also been brutally oppressed by Edward the Long-legged.

"Among them are my friends...... Hate Edward Longleg as much as you do...... Actually, I'm here to tell you that. ”

William Wallace breathed a sigh of relief that he would only have to face the so-called French mercenaries and the regular English army.

In the course of the march, he constantly received new information...... Edward the long-legged took advantage of the ten days of negotiation to mobilize half of the army of England, and at one time sent 1,000 heavy cavalry, 50,000 infantry, and 300 Welsh longbowmen.

Not only were these fighters numerically superior, but they were all battle-hardened, invincible veterans with high morale.

Edward the Long Legs himself was the commander-in-chief, and he was already an experienced and well-respected leader.

It's a terrible force......

They were contemptuous of their opponents, believing that the Scots were neither courageous nor united, lacked discipline and tactics, and were only amateurs, and that they could only temporarily achieve a half-time victory with some strange weapons, if they had prepared beforehand...... The Scottish peasants will definitely be beaten back to their original shape!

William Wallace now had just over 10,000 Scottish peasant rebels, and if the Irish were added to the battlefield rebellion, it would be less than 30,000...... The key issue is still with the Scottish aristocracy, if they can fully cooperate with themselves, they can achieve a better balance in terms of troops!

The conference room in Bruceburg.

The nobles, big and small are going crazy...... Long-legged Edward must have been furious because of what happened in Yorktown!

1,000 hoplites, 50,000 infantry, 300 Welsh longbowmen, this would be an unrivaled army that swept across Europe!

What frightened them even more was that they had also built bed crossbows, and the number of them was said to be more than a thousand!

There are also stone cannons, not to mention the larger ones they have built, and the number is also amazing!

…… A battle has taught them to use new weapons, is there still a need for the so-called Scottish coalition to exist?!

Duke Robert the Bruce tried his best to reassure the crowd that they could not afford to mess with themselves in the current situation.

"We'll also have William Wallace lead the way with his peasant army," he exclaimed, "as they drive back from Yorktown...... How can you conclude that they can't work miracles again?! ”

Is the battle a miracle?!

But...... Perhaps, no one knows if that William Wallace will use any surprise weapon again.

The nobles finally quieted down, and they finally devised a tactical plan for the peasant army to take the lead, and the nobles to lead the private army to watch and see the actual situation to decide whether to participate or not.

William Wallace was still on the march.

Little Walker secretly asked, "Do we have any weapons that only the gods can have this time?" ”

William Wallace said calmly, "No...... All I know has been used, and we can only defeat them with the weapons in our hands. ”

Little Walker was a little disappointed, but still optimistic: "That's not afraid of them!" …… We also have the help of the Irish. ”

Old Bruce's dedicated room in Bruce Castle.

Bruce Sr. said, "My son, it's all over, and we've agreed to Edward Longleg's request...... He also promised to make you King of Scotland. ”

Duke Robert the Bruce hesitated and said, "Come out now...... Isn't it too early to sell William Wallace......"

"My son, betrayal is a misword...... It should be called an exchange!

Dealing with a William Wallace and a team of three hundred muskets for peace and kinghood would be good for everyone, and the other nobles would have agreed if they had known. ”

"Give the three hundred muskets to Edward the long-legged...... Will he use it against us after he pacifies William Wallace?! ”

"That's great! You're finally thinking like a king...... I thought about this beforehand.

First of all, he needs to have a manager in Scotland to help him manage these unruly Scots, and you are the most suitable for both prestige and strength.

And then I told you about the flincher teams that you secretly trained to keep them from getting enough ammunition...... As long as they make a few symbolic launches, we can't kill too many Scots after all.

So, everything is planned, so to speak, foolproof.

He died on the battlefield to fulfill his heroic name, and we reap the fruits of everything...... Other nobles also got the peace they dreamed of. ”

In the barracks of the English army.

Long-legged Edward watches a performance by a team of gunners dressed in English uniforms.

As a series of gunshots rang out, he saw that the jars and jars fifty meters away were basically shattered.

Then the gunners in the back row stepped forward again, and another barrage of gunfire rang out.

Long-legged Edward said to the generals around him, "God bless us!" If we encounter such a group of warriors when our heavy cavalry charges, we will definitely be defeated!

And they just exchanged an empty name for ......"

The generals laughed loudly.

Edward Long-legged looked at the pistol and fell into deep thought, he really didn't understand what the hell was the use of that weapon to knock the lead out, and how powerful it was!

He will never let go of what he doesn't understand...... When he heard about the bed crossbows and stone cannons that had appeared in the last battle, he immediately ordered the craftsmen to try their craft, and finally figured out their power.

With England's strength, he could have done more!

He could read the long, thin round tube, but he couldn't understand the black powder.

He even tasted it with his mouth, and it was bitter, as if it smelled of charcoal and sulfur...... The rest, I don't understand it at all.

The man who gave him the pistol said that his family's merchant had bought it from a merchant from the East.

Oriental merchants, aren't they those people with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin?!

When this battle is over, he will go to them himself...... Such a weapon will definitely be of great use!

Perhaps the same weapon used by the peasant mob when it was rumored to have attacked Yorktown......

He couldn't name Black Powder yet, but he sensed it would be of great use.

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