My British Empire

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These more than 40,000 people launched a large-scale blood battle on the vast plateau. The blood spread on the plateau, nourishing the green grass and wild flowers, and made outstanding contributions to this year's agriculture and animal husbandry.

What is the concept of 40,000 people?

According to Britain's own statistics, by 1601, the combined total of Scotland, Ireland, and Wales was only 1.9 million.

Excluding the 630,000 in Wales and the 300,000 in Northern Ireland, that is to say, the whole of Scotland is only one million.

And if we make more statistics, excluding the old, weak, sick, disabled, women, and the population killed by Duke Edward a while ago, the current young labor force is at most a hundred thousand.

This civil war is equivalent to half of Scotland's prime of life fighting, and compared to Scotland, the scale is huge.

When James IV invaded England, only 20,000 troops were mobilized.

Therefore, this thrilling civil war is more intense than the invasion war between England and Scotland.

There is nothing that can stop them, even if they belong to the same ethnic group, the fighting will be fiercer.

The battle of 40,000 people is quite large in scale, with a sea of ​​people.

However, the time ended quickly, and in less than seven days, the two fought each other and lost both sides.

The church relied on wealth, and employed some mercenaries who had often wandered around the continent of Europe. The officer class was quite powerful, and with sharp weapons and armor, it was comparable to the nobles.

On the noble side, relying on the vassals inherited from generation to generation, and the private soldiers who have served their families for generations, the elite soldiers occupy a small part, and they still have an advantage overall.

Therefore, the church with a lot of money and time, in the long run, will rely on money to slowly drag these poor nobles to death.

This is not alarmist talk. After the ransom plundered by Edward some time ago, coupled with the already sluggish economy, the Scottish nobles bit the church like a wolf and a tiger.

Therefore, even though the two sides suffered more than 5,000 casualties each after this battle, they still did not choose to give up for the sake of their own interests.

At this time, the news that the King of England's army had arrived in Scotland made them feel at ease.

At this time, they only had one sentence in their hearts: The wolf is coming!

And it's still a hungry wolf, a hungry wolf with a big mouth.

They understand that this hungry wolf will not go back without biting off a piece of meat!

The two sides stopped the war with self-knowledge, and became alert to each other in a tacit understanding, and the war temporarily stopped.

At this time our king happened to be only two days away from them, about a hundred miles.

"My lords, the English are coming, and a hungry wolf is coming. This time, we are not just cutting our flesh and bleeding. In my opinion, he wants to swallow us in one gulp, leaving no room for us!"

Sitting on everyone, Russell squinted his eyes slightly, looked around with deep eyes, frowned, with a worried look on his face, then he patted the desk and said in a heavy voice.

Since he led the army to defeat Baron Danfries last time, and he helped churches escape property in various places, Russell's prestige has increased linearly.

In terms of commanding operations, he is the most important speaker, and bishops from all over the world have also acquiesced.

That's why he sat on the throne as a businessman, feeling emotional with other bishops.

"Your Excellency Russell, under such circumstances, why don't we compromise with the nobles!"

Bishop Hobbs saw that this was another battle between the two countries, his eyelids twitched, and he said softly with some hesitation.

"My Bishop Hobbes, your church is safe and sound, while we have been looted, will you make up for the damage?"

"Negotiating a peace is absolutely impossible!"

On the other side, a bishop with a sharp chin, wearing a white cassock, tremblingly stretched out his thin left hand in the wide sleeve, firmly denied it.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Bishop Hobbs with sharp eyes, and the aggrieved eyes made Bishop Hobbs afraid to look at each other.

But then he remembered his mission again, opened his eyes wide, and stared at each other, refusing to give in to each other.

As soon as the two spoke, the bishops in the tent immediately divided into two factions. The peace faction and the war faction blamed each other. All of a sudden, the entire discussion tent was noisy, shaking Russell's eardrums.

"Okay, adults! Be quiet! At this time, quiet discussion is the only prerequisite for our solution!"

Russell scratched his long red hair and said loudly, this sentence really made them quiet.

"In my opinion, it is indeed too easy to stop the war with the nobles like this!"

Russell glanced at Bishop Hobbs and explained softly.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the other party, and said softly:

"If you simply refuse to make peace with the nobles, then England will directly annex us, and Scotland will be in danger!"

Russell fought like a peacemaker, trying to achieve his goal.

"We can let the nobles return some of the embezzled church property, and then unite with each other to drive out the English!"

Seeing that the faces of the two parties were still cold and dismissive, Russell came up with an idea again.

"Alternatively, we can unite temporarily, and after driving the English away, we can continue the suspended war with the group of nobles, is that okay?"

Seeing the agitation of the two parties, Russell finally let go of his heart.

Finally reached a consensus, just continue to talk on the line.

…………

At this time, the nobles also began to discuss.

Negotiating peace and war, these two words are heard endlessly, directly sweeping away the cold air of the entire tent in early spring.

At this time, the leader of the noble army was the young Earl of Argyll——Archibald Campbell, who was in his twenties and commanded the noble army.

The original Scottish regent, the Earl of Allen, was old and overwhelmed. This time, it was the young Earl of Allen who fought against the church.

As for the dissatisfaction of the nobles, that doesn't exist. You are one of the four major families, and other nobles have to obey because of their noble background.

"Your Excellency, what is the King of England doing in Scotland this time? Does he have any intentions?"

On the side, a nobleman in his forties or fifties bowed his body and asked softly to the young earl who was sitting upright.

"Hehe! What can there be? He doesn't want to swallow our Scotland whole. He is already dissatisfied with the common king and wants to rule Scotland substantially!"

The younger Earl Lannox moved his lips lightly and said angrily.