My British Empire

"Your Majesty, at present, Norwich's rebels have begun to approach Cambridgeshire. Not only have several manors been attacked, but countless villages have been burned, killed and looted. The county is completely immersed in panic!"

"The group of devils from hell are extremely ruthless. The rich and nobles fled one after another, and the whole county is full of riots and unrest!"

"Stupid poor people and workers are just about to move, we are afraid to leave your arms and no longer bathe in the glory of the Lord!"

"And only you, the provident of God, the great monarch of England, Edward VI, can save the 80,000 citizens of Cambridgeshire!"

"So, with the expectation of the whole Cambridgeshire, I beg you, great lord, to save poor Cambridge!"

Edward sat quietly in his own chair, listening to the pretty girl in front of him, reading a letter from Cambridgeshire for help, fully interpreting the fear and nervousness of the person in front of Edward , It is pitiful to look at.

"Okay, don't read any more, it's still the same distress letter, don't you know how to do it yourself? How can I have so many troops!"

Edward waved his hand irritably and stopped the girl from performing. He was very irritated by the current situation in eastern England.

Cambridgeshire is adjacent to Norfolk. Obviously, those domineering gentlemen have panicked and jointly wrote a letter of appeal to London.

"Your Majesty, not only Cambridgeshire, but also Lincolnshire and Suffolk have sent requests for help!"

The girl looked at the frowning young king, and explained something softly, which made the king even more irritable.

"You ask the Privy Council to draft a letter in my tone, asking Marquis William to block the rebels in Norwich, and stop letting them wander around!"

For the current plan, the only way to do so is to siege the people, stabilize the hearts of the people, and then get the support of the Alexander knights to wipe out this group of mobs.

Edward thought hard in his heart that he couldn't stand these mobs any longer.

At this time, the Marquess of William, who was far away in Norfolk, once again gathered tens of thousands of militiamen in East England and other places. After learning the lessons from the past, he no longer underestimated the enemy and started to use tactics uncharacteristically, step by step.

Then, in front of Robert Kate, the leader of the rebel army, a middle-aged man appeared. He was thin, well-dressed, and his hair was combed meticulously.

Moreover, his every move is full of the stereotyped meaning of aristocrats, and he looks like a nobleman.

His two eyebrows are a bit thick, which makes people laugh out of nowhere. In order to establish majesty, he has two thick beards on his lips, wears a black tall hat, and has a humble smile on his face. Have a standing umbrella.

As a jazz, Robert was satisfied with such a seemingly noble envoy, and did not feel disgusted with him.

"Sir, also to show respect to you, His Excellency the Marquis ordered the army not to attack Norwich within three days. I hope you can receive this gift!"

The envoy squinted his eyes and saluted, then raised his head and carefully observed the elderly rioter in front of him, his eyes full of exploration.

I saw an elderly man about fifty-three or four years old, wearing a black cloak, a worn black jacket with white on his upper body, tight trousers on his lower body, and a black wooden walking stick in his hand. Full of energy.

A dagger was slung around his waist, and the sheath on the sword was unpretentious, looking like an ordinary person's saber.

From the perspective of the envoy, the old rioter was in control of the power, and his wrinkled face was full of awe-inspiring majesty, which made him murmur in his heart.

"Your Excellency the Messenger, I don't know how much sincerity the Lord Marquis has brought, but don't let me down!"

Robert squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the messenger in front of him, with a hint of complacency and ridicule in his tone, full of interest.

Not attacking for three days did allow them to breathe for a while, but it was not enough to impress Robert. The victory in the previous battle made his original appetite even bigger. This small discount does not have much meaning.

The face of the middle-aged envoy remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard the meaning of the words, and continued to maintain his aristocratic demeanor.

It seems that the rioter meant that if the conditions brought did not satisfy him, nothing would be discussed.

Regarding this, the middle-aged messenger slightly opened his lips, and said expressionlessly:

"Sir Robert, according to the usual practice, His Majesty the King is very intolerable to you people, but for the sake of the majority of Norfolk residents, His Majesty the Marquis tried hard to persuade His Majesty the King to allow negotiations with you!"

Hearing these words, Robert stood up instantly, with an excited look on his face and red eyes.

For Sir Robert and others, his goal from the beginning was not to defeat the king, but to use a powerful army to force His Majesty the King to negotiate, so as to obtain satisfactory conditions for himself and others.

Originally a member of England's ruling class, Sir Robert understood that with the strength of himself and others, he was definitely no match for the king.

"Oh? Yes! That's a real decision, my sir!"

Sir Robert came over, facing the envoy who seemed to be aristocrat, ready to give him a big hug to express his joy.

"No need, Mr. Jazz, I just hope that your next conditions will not be too excessive!"

When Robert arrived, the middle-aged man stepped back quickly, waved his hand, and said in denial.

"Okay! Mr. Messenger, please express my thanks to His Majesty the Marquis. He has done something beneficial to everyone in Nuofu!"

Robert looked at the somewhat disgusted messenger, smiled indifferently, and then said heartily.

Compared with this good news, what is this dislike?

While sending people to negotiate, Marquis William sent people to spread troops around Norwich, preparing to cut off Norwich's connection with other places in one fell swoop.

In this way, the growing rebel army can be reduced, and Norwich City, which does not produce food, can be cut off, making them face the plight of food shortage.

At this time, in order not to attract the attention of the rebels in Norwich City and play the role of boiling frogs in warm water, Marquis William sent his nephew to negotiate.

The status of the nobility was even more deceptive, convincing the rebels that it was real.

As for the authorization of the king, the permission to negotiate, etc., they were all made up by Marquis William himself, and they should not be taken seriously. After the victory, all these are just clouds

It turns out that the content can still be modified, so it was a false alarm! Sorry about the chapter name