Chapter 313 Scottish Riots (9)
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In the rear, Hobbs' face trembled uncontrollably as he watched his side collapse at the touch of a finger, and his eyes widened. Even though he had expected it in his heart, he was still shocked suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be drenched in cold water. And shivering.
The red-haired Russell twitched a few times at the corner of his mouth. Even though he had expected these people to be rubbish, he didn't expect that they could be so rubbish. He had to reassess the strength of Baron Danfries.
If Hobbs and Russell looked calm on the surface, then the senior priests in the church behind them were twitching from the corners of their eyes, their legs were trembling, and their eyes were closed, as if appearing in front of them. What is in front of me is an illusion.
His hands kept drawing the cross on his chest, his face turned pale, and his mouth kept whispering. If you listen carefully, you can hear the word God.
At this time, the figure of Knight Villiers slowly ran from a distance, slowly expanding from a black spot.
Beside him, two young attendants followed on horseback. It was obvious that they were running very hard.
"Mr. Knight, rest for a while, thank you for your hard work!"
Looking at the Knight Villiers walking over, Hobbs calmly looked into his eyes, and said softly to him, without any trace of blame.
This made several priests who were about to speak out, shut their mouths one after another, looked at Knight Villiers reluctantly, and then looked at Hobbs with some curiosity and suspicion.
Aside, Russell glanced at the clean armor of Knight Villiers, then at the two robust attendants beside him, and asked softly:
"Mr. Knight, what is the specific situation like? How did the army collapse so quickly!"
For a split second, Hobbs had a flash of appreciation in his eyes, which is exactly what he wanted to ask.
It was a bit embarrassing for him to ask, and it would be more appropriate for an outsider like Russell to ask, anyway, he left soon.
Then, Knight Villiers felt a pair of fiery eyes scanning his body, and he could only show anger and a hint of embarrassment on his face.
"After the conversation with Baron Danfries, the two armies began to confront each other directly. Our side defended and they attacked. Unexpectedly, more than a thousand spearmen directly pressed over from the opposite side. Those cowards were so frightened that their legs limp before they met. , broke up and fled, I can only escape back in shame! Alas!"
Villiers lowered his head slightly, not regaining his original high-spirited aura, and explained to everyone.
"It seems that the strength of Baron Danfries is still above our estimate. It seems that these nobles are still hiding their strength!"
Hearing the explanation of Knight Villiers, Russell looked at the deserters following him, dusty, and the approaching Baron Danfries army. Now he can already see the family of Danfries. The flag was up, and a sneer formed on the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that we should prepare in advance this time, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable!"
Hearing this, Bishop Hobbs raised his head, looked ahead, and nodded in agreement.
"My lord priest, do you think we are still prepared?"
At this time, a senior priest behind him took a step closer and interjected, his face full of surprise and disbelief.
"Of course, my lord is watching us, so how could he let his faithful servants be harmed?"
Bishop Hobbs prayed devoutly and said to several other priests.
At this time, the resentment of the priests behind him towards Knight Villiers disappeared a lot.
After Bishop Hobbs prayed, his face suddenly brightened, pointing forward and said:
"Look, this road is the main road leading to the church. If Baron Danfries wants to defeat us in one fell swoop, this is his best choice!"
The senior priests behind Bishop Hobbs looked over with his fingers, saw the main road in sight, and then looked at several other trails, and nodded involuntarily.
"Both sides of this road are full of foliage, but it is a good hiding place!"
The smile on the face of Bishop Hobbs became more obvious, full of confidence.
"The pride of Baron Danfries at this time is the last joy before failure in the next moment!"
When coming from Baron Danfries, the first thing you pass is a wheat field, and then there is a ten-foot-wide dirt land with slightly green grass. On both sides of the mud are dense forests, towering trees as thick as several people Unconsciously raised his neck, sighed.
And under the big trees on both sides, there are already nearly 3,000 troops recruited by the church, and they have been waiting for a long time.
These troops are different from ordinary peasants and soldiers. Most of them are Scottish veterans who used to be mercenaries.
Bishop Hobbs, who learned of this, was naturally full of confidence.
Back to the other side, the knights under Baron Danfries were like a pack of wolves, wantonly playing with and killing the fleeing peasants and soldiers, with blood and stumps randomly covering the entire road.
After following the troops comfortably, Baron Danfries is in a very comfortable mood at this time.
Thinking of the thousands of acres of excellent land in the church, and the countless gold coins and jewels in the cellar, His Excellency the Baron felt that what he was riding was not a horse, but a cloud in the sky, and his whole body felt limp.
At this time, gradually the horse on his lap snorted suddenly, startling the baron.
"Huh—" His Excellency the Baron looked at the dismounted black horse, and after realizing that it was the horse's snort, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn horse, I'm scared to death, I'll let you experience hunger tonight!"
After cursing, the baron looked around. The tall and dark trees stood upright on both sides of the road, which even looked a little scary.
"Whatever I think about myself, I want to win, and the Danfries family also has a place in Scotland!"
Shaking his head to drive away the strange thoughts in his mind, His Excellency the Baron thought carefully and murmured optimistically.
However, this fear naturally harassed his heart and made him nervous.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps in his ears, and just when he thought he was hallucinating, groups of soldiers suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, massacring indiscriminately.
The baron took a closer look, and saw a steady stream of soldiers jumping out of the forest, holding sharp iron tools in their hands, slashing at his soldiers.
Thus, the genes passed down from the ancestors play a role.
Your Excellency the Baron didn't care what happened, he clamped his legs, the horse jumped, and then returned the same way.
(end of this chapter)