my british empire

Chapter 314 Scottish Riots (10)

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Soon, the Baron's army, which had been busy chasing and killing them, was stunned by this sudden attack.

Afterwards, the powerful combat power and assault smashed the Baron's army to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the original pursuer became the hunted, and his identity changed rapidly.

And our Lord Baron took his personal guards to protect him, and ran away quickly. Nothing happened at all, and he was extremely safe.

The Lord Baron ran for a while, and felt the horse under his crotch was panting non-stop, so he stopped slowly, and relieved his tense nerves by the way.

As soon as it stopped, the guards on the side offered water, making the baron nod in satisfaction.

He took a sip hard to relieve the burning pain in his throat, and then His Excellency the Baron looked around.

Only, only a few hundred cavalry followed behind him, stopping to recover from fatigue, casting their eyes on him from time to time.

Not far away, scattered infantry walked over with heavy steps, and gathered one after another, but all the weapons in their hands were discarded, making the whole person empty and easy to escape.

"Hey! Today is really unlucky! Hobbs actually has reinforcements, it's so good to keep it a secret!"

Seeing his miserable appearance, His Excellency the Baron suddenly felt a sense of desperation, and couldn't help sneering.

"Knight Bunoer, how many knights have escaped!"

To cheer up, Your Excellency the Baron asked the knight beside him who had been protecting him, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Hearing Lord Baron's question, Knight Bunoer looked at each other with several dusty knights around him, and then said in embarrassment:

"Your Excellency the Baron, currently only I, Knight Lacas, and Knight Martinton are fleeing, and the whereabouts of the other knights are unknown!"

"Really? It seems that I have completely failed this time!"

When His Excellency the Baron heard that there were only three knights, his heart tightened, and a trace of cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

In Scotland, the economy and productivity are still in the middle ages, and knights are still an important military force in the entire European continent, not to mention Scotland.

For the nobles, knights are an important pillar of the military, and they are also important assistants they trust.

If you lose your soldiers, you can continue to recruit, but if the knights are captured, it will cost a lot of money.

More importantly, in the current state of hostility with Danfries Cathedral, without the help of most of the knights, how could he turn defeat into victory?

"It seems that I lost this time, my money!"

The baron's head ached when he thought that after losing, he would have to sign a series of unequal treaties and pay a large amount of gold coins.

"Let's go! Go back first! Don't wait any longer!"

Seeing that hundreds of people had gathered in a short period of time, His Excellency the Baron planned to go back to his castle. If he waited any longer, people from the church would probably chase after him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the horse under the baron started to gallop.

The three knights were silent and followed silently.

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At this time, after more than two hours of fighting, the battle, or massacre, ended in a complete victory for the church.

"This is a perfect ending!" Bishop Hobbs thought beautifully in his heart.

After the massacre, the support troops participating in the assault mission rested on the church square, either sitting, lying, or squatting, looking extremely spectacular.

What is even more eye-catching is that their bodies and the weapons in their hands are filled with bright blood, which looks so dazzling in the sun.

After resting for a while, the leader of the assault team walked up to Young Russell, bowed lightly, and greeted him respectfully:

"Mr. Russell, Lord Priest, we have successfully completed the support task!"

Deverman, who was in his thirties, was originally a mercenary, and he was also the commander of the regiment, so his combat literacy and experience were extremely rich. In order to hire him, Russell paid a lot of money.

But at this time, his usual calm and steady face now showed a trace of complacency and relaxation. Obviously, this relaxed battle made him feel relaxed and comfortable.

"Mr. Deverman, you won the battle this time, and you want to be beautiful. You really deserve to be the famous 'Deverman the Slayer'!"

Russell looked at the scarred man in front of him and couldn't help but praise.

"However, let me trouble you, that greedy baron has escaped, and we are going to capture him now!"

Russell finally added.

"Yes, this blasphemer must be arrested in order to wash away the humiliation of our Lord!"

Bishop Hobbs maintained a faint smile and added softly.

"Follow your instructions, we will set off tomorrow!"

After thinking about it for a while, Doverman agreed. The battle just now did not consume much energy. After one night, the soldiers could continue to fight.

Regarding Deverman's words, Russell and Hobbs agreed with each other and nodded.

Judging from today's battle results, Baron Danfries can only hide in the castle and shiver, and he no longer has that arrogant attitude.

The next day, the rested support troops rushed to the castle slowly, and everyone along the way was full of confidence in this battle.

However, when he arrived at the baron's castle, he suddenly found that there were already majestic soldiers standing on the castle, looking heavily guarded.

Seeing this, Deverman tried to attack the city, and found that these guards were definitely not fakes, and the defense was very strong.

So, he retreated very wisely, and it was pointless to persist.

On the second day after he went back, Baron Danfries came again with his army.

This time he learned his lesson, the team thickened and slowed down when passing through the forest, and when they arrived at the cathedral, Deverman's [-] troops were waiting for them.

And Baron Danfries is not bad here. Although the combat power cannot keep up, the number of people has reached four thousand, and the outcome may not be known.

"attack--"

At this time, it was not Baron Danfries who commanded the army, but a man with a mustache, exuding an air of arrogance.

Faced with such an open attack, Deverman could only choose to attack at the same time and fight head-on.

And this is, under a hillside a few miles away, a large army is stopping to repair, and the Tudor royal family flag is fluttering in the wind.

"Guy, when do you say they'll end, I'm guessing three hours, I bet a pound! What about you?"

The young king held a binoculars, looked at the dark figure in front of him, and boredly bet with the Bloodblade leader Guy Ham.

"Your Majesty, I have no money!"

Guy Ham was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)