My British Empire

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Lord Marquis didn't wait for the militiamen from several nearby counties to gather, so he hurriedly assembled more than 1,500 militiamen to fight, expecting to suppress these mobs in one fell swoop and gain a lot of wealth and credit.

As the saying goes, a raging nest of generals deeply interprets the influence of generals on the army.

Since Lord Marquis is so confident, then what else do we need to worry about? The soldiers generally thought, and their mood became more cheerful, and some even sang love songs.

"Lovely girl! I'm about to leave my beautiful hometown, how I hope this beautiful flower can accompany you forever on my behalf!"

"Lovely girl! I'm about to leave your warm embrace, how I wish I could be by your side like the warm sun!"

"Lovely girl! . . . "

Riding on a horse, His Excellency the Marquis, together with many senior officers of the army, walked at the forefront of the army, guiding the path of the team.

Beside him, a pale, well-dressed old man in his fifties rode on horseback side by side with the Marquis. He was the guide of the army and also a nearby squire.

"My lord, after crossing this river and walking five miles, you will arrive at Windham Town, which is the hometown of the leader of the mob, Robert Kate!"

As he said that, Sir John Flowerdu gritted his teeth, with a look of resentment on his face.

"If you go more than ten miles ahead, you will be occupied by those mobs, no, those rebels!"

"My lord—" Sir John, who was happy to speak, was about to continue, but His Excellency the Marquis stretched out his hand to stop his next words, closed his eyes, and listened carefully, with a look of enjoyment.

And at this moment, Sir John heard the bursts of singing coming from his ear, and the echoing singing became louder and louder, reaching up to the sky.

"Listen, Sir, what a delightful sound it is!"

Lord Marquis listened for a while, and said to Sir John with an expression of admiration and joy.

"My soldiers are confident that this war will be won. Those mobs will not be our opponents!"

Marquis William shook his head, his expression was full of confidence, as if he was invincible in the world.

Seeing this, the corners of Sir John's mouth twitched, and he complimented against his will, which made Marquis William even more imposing.

And Sir John craned his neck tremblingly, looked at the scattered militia troops behind him, but couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

It seems that His Excellency the Marquis is really arrogant! How can such an army defeat the mob that is said to have 20,000 people? This attack will fail in all likelihood, so I have to hurry up and take a step.

I'm afraid that kid Robert will be the leader for a while! Thinking of this, Sir John shook his head, very unwilling! Really not reconciled.

"Mr. Jazz, are you alright?" Marquis William, who was listening to the song, asked with some concern when he saw John Flowerdu's face turn pale.

Lord Marquis still values ​​this guide very much. After all, he is the person who knows Robert Kate best. With him around, he can still think about character combat.

"It's nothing, Lord Marquis, it's just that my body is too much to bear. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you anymore!"

Sir John hunched over and looked older and older. Marquess William couldn't bear it.

"Then you go back, I think you can go back and rest!"

Marquis William didn't find anything abnormal. The pure feeling is that the old man's health is not good. After all, he is close to sixty years old, and it is normal to have some conditions.

"Thank you for your understanding!" Sir John said gratefully, pretending to cough.

Soon, Sir John was led back by the knight and asked him to go back to rest.

Before leaving, Sir John took a deep look at Marquess William who was still looking unconcerned, shook his head, and followed a knight to leave.

At this time, in Norwich City, Robert Kate also knew of the arrival of the army, and the entire conference room was silent.

Even though he had an army of nearly 20,000, but in the face of the incoming government army, the confidence in everyone's hearts disappeared without a trace in an instant. They were not as excited as they were a few days ago, and the entire conference room was filled with fear. and worry.

"It can't go on like this!" Robert Kate stood up abruptly, patted the table heavily, and said in a calm voice.

Everyone was frightened by his aura, and their expressions froze immediately.

"We have to take the initiative to attack instead of staying in the city and use our huge number advantage to directly attack them. Only in this way can we win!"

Looking at the silent crowd, Robert made this decision, and the others froze for a moment, then clapped their hands listlessly, agreeing to the decision.

Robert glanced around for a week, blowing his beard and staring, watching the meeting scene like stagnant water, and left angrily.

Robert did what he said, and he gathered a team of more than 20,000 people in Norwich outside the city. The defenders were only some old, young, sick and disabled, and the number was less than a hundred.

Standing on the high platform, he looked at the endless army in front of him, feeling overwhelmed and full of pride.

And these various patchwork troops below also looked at the silver-haired old man on the stage with flushed faces, and his unyielding figure was deeply engraved in their hearts.

Robert didn't speak. He knew that these patchwork troops knew what they were doing, and it was useless to say more.

And the soldiers also stood quietly without making a sound, like sculptures one by one, just looking at the old man on the high platform adoringly.

They know that this is a fateful moment, and at this moment, nothing is more powerful than silence.

"Go—" After staring for about ten minutes, Robert shouted loudly with all his strength, while the soldiers responded with silence, quietly following their superiors.

At this time, Marquess William had already driven the army to Windham Town and was heading for Norwich City.

On flat ground less than five miles from Norwich, and less than a mile apart, the two armies met unexpectedly.

"Hehe! There are quite a lot of these rioters, but we are not afraid!"

Marquis William took a monocular from his attendant, looked at the huge army on the opposite side, and said with a smile to the senior officers around him.

But he was a little surprised in his heart. Although the army on the opposite side was in rags, it was menacing, like a beast fighting with all its strength, which made people frightened.

Thinking in his heart, Marquis William had a calm expression on his face, and even chatted with the people around him.

But when he looked back at the scattered army behind him, an ominous premonition filled his heart.

"No, it can't be like this, we have to take the initiative!"

Marquis William thought about it, immediately raised his hand, and waved it fiercely towards the front.