My British Empire

  Chapter 266 After Victory

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  The decisive battle between the government army and the Catholic mob ended with the victory of the government army.

  Soldiers walked scatteredly on the blood-stained grass. Every time they took a step, the blood-soaked soil and weeds would form a blood-colored footprint, red and black, muddy and difficult to walk.

  The entire wilderness was densely packed with corpses, and a large group of salivating waiters hovered in the sky. When the soldiers distanced themselves, they came down this time to carve delicious meat.

  A young warrior, wearing a thin set of leather armor, but it is broken and incomplete, frowning, looking around.

  Holding a **** dagger in his thick arm, he stopped hastily when he passed by a corpse that was still fully clothed.

First, he raised his head and looked around, and when no one was paying attention, he squatted down silently, groping among the corpses with his hands, with expectations in his eyes, hoping to find something that belonged to him with his own hands. wealth.

   In less than a minute, a disappointed expression appeared on his face, and an annoyance surged in his heart, giving him an urge to vent.

   But this is a battlefield, he is just a soldier, what right does he have?

  Thinking silently in his heart, S's thick arms with bulging veins relaxed.

  Afterwards, he lowered his head and swept towards the corpse's feet suddenly. Joy flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to move his face closer.

   These are a pair of leather boots, a pair of leather boots made of sheepskin. Its surface is covered by a layer of mud, but it still cannot hide the fact that it is leather boots.

  The man rubbed his eyes, and happily wiped off the mud on the shoe with the grass on the road, which was extremely precious.

   These are a pair of leather boots, only those rich lords will wear them, ordinary people will not own them.

   "A pair of leather boots like this would cost a shilling!"

  The man wrapped the leather boots in a piece of torn sackcloth like a baby, and carefully put them into a big bag in his hand, the smile on his face was unstoppable.

   As a summoned militia, before he swept it, the king's guards had already swept it once, and they, the summoned militia, could only pick up the misses.

  After this big circle, the most valuable thing is only the pair of leather boots just now, and the rest are scattered pennies and some dagger scraps, which are not worth much.

  With this surprise, the man is even more interested in the dead body in front of him.

  A person who owns such a pair of leather boots is definitely not an ordinary person. Although there are not many pounds or anything, some other things must be worth a lot of money.

  Thinking, the man turned the dead body in front of him thoroughly, and as expected, he found many good things in this way.

  His underwear was of thin silk, and he had a gold tooth in his mouth, which, when combined with those leather boots, was a fortune.

  While he was cheering in place, the militiamen in other places did the same, with surprises on their faces.

  War is a struggle for wealth. Only the victor will have everything, and will plunder everything from the loser.

   Therefore, every time the king recruits the militia, all parts of England will actively participate, for the moment of victory.

  At this time, our commander-in-chief, Knight Alexander, with a handsome face and a solemn face, sat in the position that belonged exclusively to the chief general and listened carefully.

"Your Excellency, Commander, in this battle, the Guards killed a total of 165 people and injured 332 people. Among them, 53 cavalrymen died and 38 people were injured! It is estimated that the Guards have a total of Three hundred and seventy-two people died, and one hundred and fifty people retired!"

  The young clerk looked up at the expressionless Alexander knight, then continued to bury his head, talking about the records in his hand.

   "A total of 586 people were killed by militiamen from all over the country, and 1,860 people were injured! It is estimated that 836 people will die in the end!"

   "As for the situation of the enemy, there is no statistics yet!"

   "Okay, I see, you go and convey my order, let the quartermasters take out the food and drinks that have been prepared, and let the soldiers take a good rest!"

  Knight Alexander relaxed his frowning brows slightly when he heard that the number of deaths had finally reached the first level of the total force. Then he turned his head and gave instructions to the young clerk.

   "Yes, Your Excellency!" The clerk nodded and turned to leave.

   As for the seized materials and so on, they have not yet been calculated clearly. After all, there are still too few people who are literate and able to count.

   Knight Alexander seriously thought about his gains and losses in this battle after the young clerk left.

   As for the Spanish phalanx, he still hasn't fully understood how to use and command it, so he can only continue to explore.

   Knight Alexander was a little frustrated. In fact, he still knew a little about the Spanish phalanx.

  After all, he once fought with Henry VIII in France, and was fortunate to see a battle scene of the Allied Spain at that time. The scene was very spectacular.

   But watching is one thing, directing is another.

   Cavalier Alexander has always been skeptical about the strength of the pikemen and their courage.

   Without sword soldiers and halberd soldiers, the possibility of pike soldiers holding their positions is pitifully low.

   Therefore, after seeking the consent of His Majesty the King, a few captains of archers were kept in the military uniform, which gave him some confidence.

   As for Musketeers, knights feel pretty good, but compared with longbows, their power and distance are still somewhat insufficient. However, its advantage is that it can be mass-produced and does not require long-term training.

   "Your Excellency, the king's messenger is here!" Just as Alexander entered the thinking mode, the guard outside the tent suddenly broke in, raised his head, and whispered.

   "Oh! Invite him in quickly!" Knight Alexander didn't care about thinking about his experience, got up quickly, and hurriedly said that His Majesty the King is the most important thing!

Soon, a man with a dusty smell came in, his face was deeply exhausted, but he still straightened his waist, looked at Knight Alexander with a dignified expression, and said, "Knight Alexander, I am here by order of His Majesty the King. Come, this is a letter from His Majesty the King!"

   After performing a knight salute, he handed a waxed letter to him, and immediately turned and left without hesitation.

   Knight Alexander glanced at the departing messenger soldier, walked to his seat, began to disassemble it, and read it carefully.

   In less than two minutes, Knight Alexander had a general understanding of the letter from London. Except for some greetings, there was only one content: to support Marquess William

  (end of this chapter)