My British Empire

Knight Gaussell stood on the hill, looking at a group of tribes in the distance. This was his destination - the Macdonald clan.

Scattered slaves are guarding the flock of sheep not far away, and naughty children are chasing each other unscrupulously, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Suddenly, more than a dozen cavalry surrounded Gosser from the left and right sides. Before Gosser could react, all kinds of bronze weapons were put on his neck.

"I surrender! Warriors! Put down the knife first, I am the messenger sent by His Majesty the King!"

Knight Gaussell begged for mercy tactfully, and he did not forget to emphasize his identity, especially the word king was pronounced heavily.

"Okay! I'll take you to meet the leader! Don't act rashly!" Among the cavalry, the tallest man spoke first, and it was obvious that he had great prestige.

"Okay! Then can you put down the knife? If you hurt me by mistake, your leader will blame you!" Gosser shrank his neck and asked the burly man's opinion softly, with a shadowy tone in his tone. Obscure threat.

"Wow~" Hearing the little boy in front of him say this, Johnny felt that he was not threatening, so he nodded towards the cavalry, and there was a sound of putting away the weapon.

Immediately afterwards, Gosser was escorted forward like a prisoner under torture, which made him very unhappy.

After a while, he came to the tribe group he saw. If he went in, there were hundreds of tents, and these were just the two sides of the journey into the center of the tribe.

In a bold estimate, there should be about 500 tents. Knight Gaussell thought silently in his heart, and was very surprised.

In such a tribe where all the people are soldiers, almost every family lives in the same tent, so each tent can produce two warriors, and the Macdonald tribe alone can produce more than a thousand warriors.

Moreover, slaves can also be regarded as a type of warrior. Based on this calculation, this tribe is expected to produce more than 1,500 warriors, which is also its limit. In this era when tens of thousands of people are in a battle, a tribe has the strength of a count in Europa.

The warriors in the Scottish Highlands are tall and burly, and they are the bravest warriors in Scotland. Even in the face of heavily armed English heavy knights, they are not afraid.

There are more than a dozen such large tribes loyal to the Scottish king on the highlands, and there are countless small tribes of various colors. They are Scotland's greatest confidence against England.

Afterwards, Gosser went into the most luxurious big tent, where a middle-aged man with a messy black and white beard sat on a wolfskin wooden chair.

"The servant of Her Majesty the Great Queen of Scotland, Gossell Yarley has seen Lord Baron MacDonald!" Gossle rested his left hand on his chest and lowered his head slightly to express his respect.

Asham Macdonald is the leader of the Macdonald tribe and a baron conferred by James V of Scotland, so Gaussell has to give a noble salute.

"Oh! What news did James from Edinburgh bring to me!" the leader said boldly, without any scruples about Earl Argyle's status as regent.

"This is a letter from the Lord Regent, please read it!" Gosser pretended not to hear, and took out the letter from his chest, ready to hand it to the maid next to him.

"No need! Tell me directly!" Chief Asham stopped Gosser's behavior and ordered directly.

"Yes! Your Excellency the Baron!" Gaussell forgot that these barbarians who only knew how to fight could not read, so he explained loudly.

"My lord, it's mainly from England..." After more than ten minutes, the leader of Asham finally understood the whole story, and Gosser heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then! We're going to fight those people in England! If you didn't say it earlier, why are you so dawdling! You nobles are dawdling!"

This sentence made Gosser speechless, and he didn't have the guts to confront him. After all, they were really a bunch of savages. If they killed him for no reason, he would have no reason to go.

"Johnny! Hurry up and call the boys together, each family will produce a warrior, the little queen of Edinburgh needs us!"

The leader of Asham spoke loudly to the burly man escorting Gosser, and the burly man responded loudly, turned around and left the tent.

Next, Gosser saw an unforgettable scene, a family of women and children cheerfully sent off their husbands or fathers and packed their weapons.

In less than half an hour, more than five hundred brave warriors with bronze weapons gathered in front of the leader's tent, which was very spectacular.

"Knight Gosser! Look at what a brave warrior this is! How can the English be our opponents!"

Looking at the warriors with an average height of six feet in front of him, the muscles on his arms are particularly exaggerated because of the frequent consumption of mutton.

Compared with the knights in Edinburgh, except for weapons, these tribal warriors beat those knights in other places.

Knights like Gosser were sent to the northern highlands of Scotland by the regent, Earl James Hamilton, like casting a net.

In this way, after more than ten days, Edinburgh gathered more than 20,000 tribal barbarians, more than 10,000 called noble private soldiers, and hundreds of knights of various colors. This is almost the entire power of Scotland.

Although the number seems large, they almost have a fatal weakness - weapons.

Scotland has always been rich in coal, iron, copper and other mineral resources, but iron ore mining is very difficult, so the Scots have been mixing copper and tin to make bronze, which has become the weapon they have always used.

Only in those places, the knights wore iron armor and used iron weapons, which aroused the envy of the highland warriors.

On August 12, 1547, all the Scottish troops gathered in the outskirts of Edinburgh, and the regent, James Hamilton, Earl of Allen, came to hold an oath meeting.

The tribal warriors in the highlands were arranged to the left, while the private soldiers of the nobles were on the right. At the front were knights, nobles and tribal leaders from all over the place.

Although the warriors of the tribe were standing loosely, they looked exceptionally strong on the whole, so the Lord Regent who had just arrived took a special look at them carefully.

And because of the plundering war four years ago, the knights were quickly recruited to fight against the English because of the short distance, so they suffered heavy losses. They came to make up the numbers in this war.

With the support of a group of nobles, the Earl walked to the specially built wooden platform, cleared his throat, let go of his voice and said:

"All nobles, knights! And Her Majesty's loyal warriors! Everyone must have known that the shameful thieves in the south are preparing to invade our territory again!"

"They burned, killed and looted on the land of Scotland, doing all kinds of evil, and this time they even came to rob our Majesty the Queen!"

"Under such circumstances, after discussing with the Council of Elders and many nobles, we decided to attack those barbaric Englishmen!"

"Let us, under the guidance of God, fight together for Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Fight for the queen!" "Fight for the queen!"......

Under the earl's speech, the knights in the front row shouted in unison, and the soldiers and highland warriors in the back also shouted.

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