My British Empire

  Chapter 84 Support

  In November, Scotland entered the winter earlier than London. Although there was no snowflakes, the temperature during the day had dropped to six degrees, which was humid and cold. If you don't wear a sheep jacket, you will feel like you are floating.

  Standing on the city wall of Huntington, looking around, the weeds all over the mountains and plains showed a withered yellow color, bringing a touch of desolation and desolation to this place where war is about to come.

  Earl Wellington was very physically and mentally exhausted. He had faced off in Edinburgh for more than half a year. Although there were few battle scenes, his mood had not been well relaxed for more than half a year.

  Originally, he got the idea of ​​Duke Edward to occupy the front line of Huntington, maintain the suppression of Edinburgh, create a favorable war advantage for England, and create conditions for further attacks in the future.

  Huntington is a small mountainous area, and it is an important line of defense for Edinburgh. Its importance is no less than that of the ancient Yanyun Sixteen States to the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains.

  From there, the few hundred miles to Edinburgh were smooth, with few obstacles.

   Therefore, the English army stationed in Huntington felt very uncomfortable for the Scottish dignitaries such as the Queen Mother Mary and the regent, the Earl of Allen.

  So the first batch of more than a thousand French troops who arrived had been recuperating for a month, and at the request of Queen Mary, they successively recovered the area north of Huntington.

In the next few months, more than 4,000 French troops were transported one after another, and together with the 5,000 Scottish Highland soldiers who were called up again, tens of thousands of troops marched towards Huntington in a mighty manner, bringing With great ambitions, he vowed to take back the city.

   As for the Scottish army, Earl Wellington knew what they were, so he had nothing to worry about.

  However, the arrival of the unfamiliar French army is a great threat to the English soldiers, especially when he is in an enemy country, and there are only less than 3,000 troops stationed in Huntington City. This war is very close!

   Looking at the distant scenery alone, Earl Wellington felt that his depressed mood eased a lot.

  He patted his cold face and jumped a few times. After a while, he felt full of fighting spirit again.

   "Your Excellency, the Earl! Those rebels have already been dealt with. According to your instructions, I brought you Mr. Tras Beslaka!"

   The Earl, who was finally quiet for a while, heard another voice in his ear, turned his head and saw that it was his guard.

  Looking at the black mark on the guard's chest belt, the earl knew that it was the result of leftover blood.

   Just last night, I don’t know how the Huntington people knew that the French army and the Scottish army were coming. A group of young Scottish men who are not afraid of death took the opportunity to plot how to seize the city gate and how to send news to the Scottish army.

  Martial law has already been imposed on the whole city, and the Earl of Wellington, who is guarding the whole city, of course cannot bear it. At this critical moment, unfortunately, these young people have become chickens to scare others. Of course, the earl doesn't know this Chinese proverb, but the meaning is similar.

   "Is there any news from the Duke?" In front of the old councilor, the earl asked the guard directly, without any shyness.

   "His Excellency the Duke of Somerset sent a letter saying that he would arrive in Huntington in less than five days. He asked you to guard Huntington for five days."

  The guard looked at the Mr. Congressman beside him, and was stunned for a while, but he was also a smart person, so he said directly.

   "Okay! You go down, I want to chat with the members of Beslaka!"

  The Earl waved his hand casually, beckoning the guards to go down, and the guards retreated consciously.

   Only Earl Wellington, Councilor Beslaka, and soldiers standing guard remained on the city wall.

   "Dear Mr. Congressman! How do you explain what happened yesterday!"

  The Earl approached the old councilor and asked in a straight tone.

   "Lord earl! I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. You know that there are tens of thousands of people in Huntington. I'm too old to handle it!"

  Mr. Member was a little flustered by the approaching Earl, but after all, he had been an MP for many years, so he quickly calmed down and answered Earl Wellington's question without changing his face.

   "It's better like this! But you have to understand that my patience has a limit! This is the last time!"

  After saying this, the Earl understood that without the connivance of the congressman, these people would soon be strangled in the bud.

  Earl Wellington didn't even look at the somewhat pale face of the MP, and walked directly down the city wall.

  Looking at the Earl of Wellington going away, the MP dared to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. His Excellency Beslaka, who had been an MP for decades, was also a little scared in front of this Earl who had killed countless people!

  He knew that the Earl, who was in control of Huntington, had already understood his private actions, and it would take a while for the head on his neck to die down!

   Shaking his head, Mr. Councilor slowly walked down the city wall and returned to his mansion with trembling steps.

  Hadrian's Great Wall, a continuous army is walking out of the border between England and Scotland with heavy steps. The soldiers look a little loose, and the team looks listless.

  In front of the army, Duke Edward, who was riding a horse, looked at the dragging soldiers. He understood that the militiamen who had been fighting in various places for a long time were exhausted.

   After he paid a rich reward and squeezed out the last penny of the treasury, he could barely make them willing to follow him to expedition to Scotland.

  When he first heard that the French had landed in Edinburgh, the Duke knew that this battle was inevitable.

  So, even though there were frequent riots in England and militias were scarce, he still prepared as much army as possible to prepare for this war.

   Duke Edward was very excited about the arrival of the French army. The last time he fought the French was in Boulogne three years ago.

  At that time, he was still stationed in Calais, which belonged to England. In order to gain the respect of Henry VIII, and even to transfer back to England, he uncharacteristically took the opportunity of the French king's serious illness and marched into Boulogne.

  No one thought that the English who maintained this fragile balance would dare to offend the brows of the French.

   Soon, the French hastily assembled an army of five thousand to intercept the English army led by Edward.

   And there were less than 3,000 people. Not only was Duke Edward not afraid, but he also boldly led a small number of cavalry to attack the chaotic French army.

  No one expected that after only two impacts, the patchwork French army was dispersed.

  The overjoyed Duke Edward took the opportunity to launch a chase, and the French fled at the place where the horses charged.

  In this local war, the English army led by Duke Edward killed and captured 3,000 people, with minimal losses.

  The Duke also took the opportunity to capture the city of Boulogne, expanding England's territory in France.

   Because the author assistant can no longer display the recommender data, the thanks for the past three months can no longer continue! But I am very grateful for everyone's support!

   I also heard that everyone is tired of the undercurrent, so they simply changed it!

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