My British Empire

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Before the expedition, Sir John invited three pro-British tribal leaders to lead the way as usual. After all, with the existence of the leading party, the war would be much easier.

In the town of Wenger, today's immigrants are required to stay in the house and not come out.

So Leonard went back to his home, visited his wife and children, and took a break by the way.

As a person with no limbs, Leonard was assigned to the ranks of spearmen, which is also the largest number of cannon fodder troops, which made him no longer calm in his heart.

Therefore, he seized the time to get together with his family, otherwise after this time, he might not be able to get together again.

Staying in the house, Leonard suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes, and then he approached the gate, and through the crack of the door, he saw groups of men in plaid skirts with messy hair.

They were riding on horses, looking around curiously, as if they were looking at the difference in this small town.

The Irish, like Scotland, and Wales in general, are Kate people, and their traditional dress is skirts.

Men wear plaid skirts, while women wear linen skirts, but men like to wear green plaid skirts. The fabrics are woven by themselves, and the patterns on the clothes are usually the emblems of their tribes.

Each tribe in Ireland is basically a small self-sufficient society.

Dozens of cavalry were divided into three teams, not far apart, and walked slowly towards the left-behind mansion in Wenger Town, which was the residence of Sir John and the administrative center of the entire Wenger Town.

Before and after these cavalry are Wenger Town's own militia, mainly to prevent these barbarians from being unable to control themselves and wantonly plundering, which is fun.

Sir John received the three chiefs of the tribe at his mansion.

In this regard, Sir John stated his reasons for taking the initiative to attack at the beginning, which is nothing more than the attack by the Kelly tribe last year.

Moreover, he also emphasized that the Kelly tribe has gone against the grain and oppressed other tribes at will. On behalf of His Majesty the King and the entire Irish tribe, he will decide to eliminate this tribe.

Seeing this, the other three leaders hesitated a lot. After all, the Kelly tribe was the largest tribe nearby, so it was too difficult.

Regarding this, Sir John was very confident, and said lightly: "If this war goes well, I don't want any cattle and sheep from the Kelly tribe, but the land and the captive population!"

The three leaders felt that so many cattle and sheep were worth more than the land, but after thinking about it, they all shook their heads. The land of the Kelly tribe is very fertile, and they are good at farming and herding sheep.

"Your Excellency, we only need the land, we don't want any of those cattle and sheep, we will give them all to Your Excellency!"

The three chiefs are all grown-up characters. Of course, they know that with fertile land, more and more cattle and sheep will breed. Land is the foundation.

"Yes, of course!" Sir John agreed bluntly, causing the three chiefs to be full of doubts. They couldn't figure out why he agreed so simply because he had missed his attention.

"These lands can belong to you, but you must be loyal to my king and pay taxes!"

"Taxation? No, absolutely not!" The three leaders shook their heads in unison, denying.

Although Ireland is currently in a tribal situation, there was still a country before, and the term taxation was not unfamiliar to them.

They are very unwilling to contribute a lot of money to the king who is far away in England every year without compensation.

"Don't rush to deny it, Your Excellency the three leaders!"

Sir John shook his head and said softly.

"You only need to pay one pound per acre of grain, and we will never increase it. If someone raises taxes, you can directly refuse!"

You only need to pay one pound per mu of land, which is indeed very little. The three of them thought about it and agreed.

"As for the population of captives, I only need half of them, and the rest are yours!"

At this point, the conditions were settled, and Sir John finally smiled.

to him. Land is not his mission to Ireland, his mission is to assimilate the Irish, make them bathed in the glory of the king, and make the whole of Ireland truly a member of the kingdom.

Although it is only one pound, it shows that His Majesty the King is exercising the ruling power here, and the three tribes are all the king's subjects in name.

Of course, these benefits in the early stage are nothing more than buying bones with a lot of money. Later, if things go well, the entire Wenger Town will usher in a big development.

After the conditions were negotiated, the three tribes sent a total of 300 troops, and Wenger Town sent 700 troops, a total of 1,000 soldiers and horses.

Compared with the thousands of fighters of the Kelly tribe, this was naturally a bit of a disadvantage, but having a matchlock gun greatly boosted Sir John's confidence.

At present, matchlock guns have become popular throughout Europa, but in the remote island of Ireland, these have not yet appeared in front of the Kate people.

Of course, this is also due to financial constraints. The early Tudor government did not have so much money for colonization.

One hundred matchlock guns, several hundred pounds, this is not a small sum.

Without further ado, an army of thousands of people is moving towards the Kelly tribe quickly, but for the Kelly tribe, it is the local snake here, how can this news be unclear.

"Boss, those Englishmen and those cowards are only half a day away from us. Shouldn't we act now?"

The first warrior of the Kelly tribe—Alex, lowered his head and said to the leader in front of him, Alex means upright and strong in Irish.

"Don't worry, those England are cunning foxes, we can't take it lightly! Be careful!"

The leader of the Kelly tribe chief is hereditary. If Henry VIII follows the policy of paying first and giving later, he should be called Baron Kelly.

He was of medium size, and looked a little thin compared with other Irishmen, but the whole tribe obeyed his command, and besides his origin, his wisdom was the most important reason.

"Okay, my lord!" The strong Alex nodded, agreed honestly, and then looked at the leader, waiting for his order.

"The English finally showed their fox tails. Sure enough, they still want our land and our wealth, but I won't let you succeed!"

Touching his chin, Baron Kelly thought about something on his mind, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With regard to the English, Baron Kelly was vigilant at first, and tried unsuccessfully to drive them away when their footing faltered.

Seeing the growing power of the English, he was calm on the surface, but anxious in his heart, the more time passed, the stronger the English would become.

At this time, the Englishmen raised their troops in large numbers, which was exactly what he wanted, and he also wanted to wipe out these Englishmen in one fell swoop.

"My lord, the leaders of other tribes are urging, asking you what to do!"