My British Empire

ps: Well, the plan can't keep up with the changes, there is something to do today, and there will be two updates tomorrow

"For now, let's take Russell as our scapegoat!"

Blanche narrowed his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes, and said softly.

"England and that group of nobles have killed and injured so many people, there must be an explanation!"

"And he has always been the commander of our army, so he should take this responsibility as a matter of course!"

Regarding these words, Blanche was speaking with awe-inspiring righteousness. If Hobbs and the others hadn't known the details, they would have believed his words.

"Old fox!" The bishops who were listening attentively, showed approval on their faces, and cursed silently in their hearts.

They finally figured out why they couldn't invite the old fox before. It turned out that he had a good plan.

I'd rather be a shrinking turtle who just hides behind, and let Russell, a businessman, be a scapegoat who can withstand most of the wind and rain.

Therefore, the bishops began to mourn for Russell one by one, but the action did not delay together.

"Act immediately, I'm afraid he will run away!"

Hobbs got up straight away, glanced at the tent with piercing eyes, and said loudly.

Afterwards, the bishops followed swiftly, without blushing or heartbeat, without any regard for Russell's feelings.

The furious bishops walked out of the tent with quick steps.

Afterwards, hundreds of loyal guards automatically followed behind them, following them blankly. The clanging of the knives at their waists was especially loud in the silent camp.

At this time, our Mr. Russell had already packed his bags and left the barracks on horseback with only a hundred or so mercenaries left.

The nighttime chill was uncomfortably cold, and even with several layers of clothing on, the humidity in the air was chilly to the hands and feet.

"Your Excellency, why did we leave overnight, the night is very cold!"

Half a body behind Russell, a big man with yellow hair was panting and asking questions, his mouth was breathing hot air, and there was a little dew on his eyebrows.

Obviously, the cold air at night made this big man a little unbearable.

"Ahem!" Russell coughed, glanced at the big man behind him, and continued without changing his expression.

"Don't go? Are you waiting to be caught by those nobles? I don't want to die!"

Russell's voice was still trembling, obviously, he was not feeling well either.

Hearing the words, the big man behind him fell silent immediately, and it could be seen that his eyes were still full of doubts.

Not only him, but also the rest of the mercenaries. Leaving the camp without knowing why, even if they gave money, it's still a bit too much for an employer!

And Russell was naturally clear, and then explained in a low voice:

"The group of nobles gathered together as soon as they came back. I don't know what they were discussing. Don't have to guess. I know that in such a desperate environment, a peace negotiation is inevitable!"

"Hehe, and my nominal leader is the best scapegoat!"

"If I don't leave now, I think, by tomorrow, I will be decapitated!"

As the voice fell, Russell's tone became deeper and deeper.

Obviously, from a leader of a large army to a scapegoat in the hands of nobles, Russell is also in a bad mood!

"Besides, I think your salaries are probably gone too. Those nobles and priests don't care about you!"

After Russell finished speaking, he continued to drive on the road. The mercenaries behind glanced at each other and continued to follow silently.

At this time, Bishop Hobbs and his party had already arrived at the main tent. After seeing the guards and the pitch-black tent lying on the ground, they stared at each other with anger in their eyes.

What a pity that a scapegoat is gone!

The next day, under the leadership of Blanche, 28 bishops from all over the world, as well as the remaining 2,000 soldiers, surrendered to Edward.

Edward kindly comforted Bishop Blanche, and was satisfied with the voluntary surrender of the bishops.

And I promise that I will fulfill my promise, and I will never break my promise and get fat!

The moment His Majesty the King walked out of the barracks, the nobles' side suddenly became lively.

According to the original division, the aristocratic army and the English army were separated. In other words, the aristocrats did not believe in Edward's integrity. 3

And Edward doesn't really believe in the integrity of these nobles, after all, they are people who can sell even the king for money.

After the Earl of Argyle and the others got the report, they watched helplessly as the young king rode a horse and led the team away from the camp, step by step towards the church camp.

Seeing this, as the leader of the aristocratic coalition, Earl Lannox naturally sent people to follow. Every move of the English had a great influence on their nobles.

The Earl of Argyle and others stayed in the tent restlessly, wondering what the cunning king was doing.

Not long after, a soldier ran in quickly, panting, obviously, he was in a hurry.

"My lord, my lords!"

The soldier bent over and said loudly.

"Speak! What did the young king do?"

The Earl of Argyle approached the soldier and asked eagerly.

Approaching the big man in front of his eyes made the soldier flustered, and he was silent for a while before continuing.

"The king of England left the promise with the army, and went to the church barracks opposite!"

"I saw those bishops leaving the camp one after another, leading the army, bowing to the king, and the king personally received them!"

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, the face of the noble beside him was filled with surprise.

The same is true for the Earl of Argyle who is the leader. This news is too important.

"You go down first!" the earl ordered casually, and then sat down slowly.

"What is the brain of this young king? In a few days, we will wipe out this group of daring priests without any effort. Why do we have to negotiate peace with them!"

Before Argyle could speak, Earl Lannox, who had always been upright, yelled loudly, and the dissatisfaction in his tone went straight to Edward.

"No, our interests are different from his!"

Earl Argyle closed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and after waiting for a while, he shook his head softly and said.

"We hope that group of bishops will fall into our hands and wipe them out in one fell swoop; unlike the English, they need the church to contend with us. After all, everyone knows about his plans for Scotland!"

The Earl of Argyll was much older than the Earl of Lannox, and knew more about nature.