My British Empire

  Chapter 316 War? Peace?

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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.

  40,000 people What is this concept?

  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.

   If we look at the statistics again, excluding the old, the weak, the sick, the 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 the prime of life in Scotland fighting, and compared to Scotland, the scale is huge.

  When James IV invaded England, the army he mobilized was only 20,000.

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

  There is nothing that can stop it. Even if the gold coins are from the same ethnic group, the fight is even more fierce.

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

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

  The church relies on wealth, and employs some mercenaries who have often wandered in the Europa continent. The officer class is quite powerful, plus sharp weapons and armor, so it is comparable to the nobles.

  The nobles, on the other hand, rely 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.

  So, 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 Edward’s ransom and plunder some time ago, coupled with the already sluggish economy, the Scottish nobles bit the church like hungry wolves.

  Thus, although the two sides suffered more than 5,000 casualties after this battle, they still did not choose to give up for the sake of their 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 **** 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 away.

  "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 it!"

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

  Because he led the army to defeat Baron Danfries last time, and he helped churches escape property in various places, Russell's prestige 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, how about 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 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, and resolutely denied it.

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

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

  As soon as the words of the two men came out, 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 whole 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, these words really quieted them down.

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

   Russell looked 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 religious property, and then unite with each other to drive out the English!"

  Seeing that the two parties still had cold expressions on their faces and dismissed them, 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?"

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

   Finally reached a consensus, just continue to talk.

  ...

   At this time, the nobles also started talking.

   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, the young Earl of Allen was fighting the church.

   As for the dissatisfaction of the nobles, that does not exist. You are one of the four major families, and the noble background makes other nobles have to obey.

   "Your Excellency, what is the King of England doing in Scotland this time? Is there any attempt?"

  Besides, a nobleman in his forties or fifties bent 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.