Chapter 314 Scottish Riots (10)
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Soon, he was busy chasing and killing the inextricably baron army, and was stunned by this sudden attack.
Afterwards, the powerful combat power and assault smashed the baron's army to pieces.
In an instant, the original pursuer became the hunted, and his identity changed rapidly.
Our Lord Baron took his personal guards to protect him, and ran away quickly. Nothing happened at all, and he was extremely safe.
Lord Baron ran for a while, and felt the horse under his crotch 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 riders 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 secret!"
Seeing his miserable appearance, His Excellency the Baron suddenly felt hopeless, and he couldn't help sneering.
"Bunor Knight, how many knights have escaped!"
Brain up your spirits, Your Excellency the Baron asked the knight who had been protecting him, with a look 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 Martin have fled. The whereabouts of the other knights are unknown!"
"Really? It seems that I have completely failed this time!"
Your 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, let alone Scotland.
For the nobles, knights are an important pillar of the military, and they are also important assistants they trust.
If you lose 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 knights, how could he turn defeat into victory?
"It seems that I lost this time, my money!"
Your Excellency the Baron, when he thought that after he lost, he would have to sign a series of unequal treaties and pay a large amount of gold coins, his head hurt.
"Let's go! Go back first! Don't wait any longer!"
Seeing that hundreds of people have gathered in a short period of time, His Excellency the Baron is planning to go back to his castle. If he waits any longer, the people from the church will 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.
...
At this time, after more than two hours of fighting, the battle, or massacre, ended with the church side winning.
After the massacre, the support troops participating in the assault mission rested on the church square, sitting, lying, or squatting, looking extremely spectacular.
What is even more eye-catching is that their bodies and the weapons in their hands are covered with bright blood, which looks so dazzling in the sun.
After a short break, the leader of the assault team walked up to Young Russell, bowed lightly, and greeted with a somewhat respectful attitude:
"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 price.
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, I have to trouble you, the 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 kept a faint smile on the side, and added softly.
"Follow your instructions, we will set off tomorrow!"
After thinking about it for a while, Deverman agreed. The battle just now did not consume much energy. After one night, the soldiers can continue to fight.
Russell and Hobbs agreed with Deverman's words 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 wisely, and it was pointless to persist any longer.
On the second day after he went back, Baron Danfries led his army again.
He learned his lesson this time. Passing through the forest, the team became thicker and slowed down. When they arrived at the cathedral, they were waiting for Deverman's 3,000 troops.
Baron Danfries is not bad here. Although the combat power cannot keep up, the number has reached 4,000, 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, at the foot of a hill a few miles away, a large army is stopping for repairs, and the Tudor royal family flag is fluttering in the wind.
"Guy, when do you say they'll be over, I'm guessing three hours, I bet a pound! How 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, and said in a deep voice.
(end of this chapter)