My British Empire

Faced with the adjutant's question, Robert shook his head, looked at the soldiers who had been fighting with serious eyes, and said directly: "You have to know, what is the purpose of our battle this time?"

"In this battle, we only need to defeat Marquis William's troops, not capture him!"

"If we chase after him, even if we capture His Excellency the Marquis, I think next time, what awaits us is not the negotiating envoys, but the swarming army, German mercenaries, militias from all over the world, tens of thousands, and so on. In our current situation, we cannot escape death!"

The adjutant suddenly realized, nodded, and then came to his senses.

He was also too happy for a while, and forgot the real gap. If Marquis William was captured, he would at most ask for a ransom, but it made their situation worse several times, and violated the goal of promoting talks through fighting.

"Besides, in our state, how can we chase after it?" Robert said leisurely.

"Let the children stop, too much bloodshed will only spread the hatred further!"

Robert turned his head, glanced at the adjutant, and then sighed, the aura of compassion was beyond words, which made the adjutant admire him even more.

After a while, the excited mob stopped their movements, and there were less than five hundred of the thousand spearmen alive, and the others fell into a pool of blood, struggling from time to time to feel their presence.

But at this time, Oxfordshire is in a state of turmoil, and the atmosphere is tense and frightening.

In winter, leisurely Oxford people can no longer chat in pubs, make nonsense, or walk drunk on the streets, make noise or fight.

All the people huddled at home, not daring to speak too loudly, and looked out of the window from time to time, for fear of being knocked on the door.

The bachelor Watson, who was drunk all day yesterday, got up from the plank bed in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and felt that his throat was almost dry.

Regardless of putting on his shoes, he directly took the wooden bowl, scooped up a little residual water from the bottomed wooden barrel, and sent it directly to his mouth regardless of the impurities in the water.

After his throat felt better, Watson went back, put on the straw sandals, put on a thin patched coat, and looked out the window for some light.

Then he opened the broken door of his own house and prepared to go to the tavern to spend the day.

For a bachelor like him, in winter, the tavern is the best place for them to go. It is lively, warm, and relieves boredom. From time to time, they can drink some wine, and they live a comfortable life.

Blocking the meager light of the winter sun with his hands, it took a while before Watson got used to it, and walked towards the tavern.

What surprised him was that today's Oxford city was too quiet, without the lively scenes of the past, people were hurrying and walking fast, which was very different from the past.

Watson scratched his smooth and bright head in confusion, which made him uncomfortable.

After walking for ten minutes, Watson came to a tavern he was familiar with.

The tavern, like other taverns, has an old-fashioned surface, with a flag of a large wine glass hanging on it, and two strong men standing at the door, like two sculptures, without saying a word.

When he came to the tavern, Watson found a surprising scene. The crowded scene of the tavern disappeared, and only two or three people were left drinking rye and talking in low voices, as if they were afraid that others would find out.

The doubts in Watson's heart became stronger and stronger, and a sense of oppression made him uncomfortable.

"Boss, bring me a loaf of black bread, and a mug of rye wine!"

Watson walked to the wine cabinet and said loudly to the gentle-looking boss.

This voice directly attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern, who swept him several times with astonished eyes, which made him puzzled, and then turned their attention to the young boss.

"Little William, what's going on, what happened recently?"

Holding a large loaf of bread as hard as a mallet on the counter, Watson leaned over and asked his young face.

"Don't you know?" The young boss glanced at the old bachelor and asked suspiciously.

Hearing the question, Watson quickly shook his head, his eyes widened, and his thin face trembled uncontrollably.

"Yesterday, a group of people from London, wearing cloaks with red and white rose patterns and carrying swords, directly broke into the mansion of the John family, and brought Sir Brill John directly to Oxford!"

Seeing Watson's ignorant expression, Little William threw himself on the counter, put his mouth close to the old bachelor's ear, and whispered.

"You mean, the well-known Sir John in Oxford?" Watson looked around and asked the young boss cautiously.

"Yes, all of this is true!" Little William nodded, "More than that, the heads of the Thomas family, the Owen family, and the Matthew family, which has become famous in recent years, were all brought directly by this group of Londoners. When we arrived in Oxford, I heard they were still being interrogated!"

"Then how dare they have such guts, they are all jazz!" Watson said with emotion, his lips parted.

"Hehe! So what about Sir?" Little William smiled. "To His Majesty, these people are just ants under his feet. Dealing with them is a piece of cake!"

After saying this, Watson also had a look of agreement.

"I heard that after conquering the northern barbarians (Scotland), our Majesty the King has become more and more powerful. How can anyone in England dare to oppose him!"

"So, for this group of people in London, Oxford City is a place of fear! I'm afraid that the young His Majesty the King will implicate the innocent and cause trouble to himself!"

Little William shook his head, pointed at the empty tavern, and said with a wry smile.

"Unfortunately, it makes it difficult for me to do business!"

At this time, the mansion of Circuit Judge Felton John was occupied by Jack and others from London, and with them were the patriarchs from the four major families.

"Speak, my dear Sir John, and struggle no more."

Jack walked slowly in front of Brill John, his voice drifting unhurriedly in the room.

"What? What can I say? Take me to court!"

Brill looked calm, looked at the young man in front of him, and said lightly, without a trace of worry in his tone.

"My sir, you know what I'm asking!"

Jack stopped, faced Sir Brill John, and said with a smile.

"As for the court, don't worry, you won't be sent there, we don't worry about it!"

As Jack spoke, Brill's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his expression was worried, and he stopped answering the call.

Not sending him to court means that he is completely in the hands of the person in front of him, including his life.

"I'll go and see the situation of the others, maybe their confessions have come out!"

Jack walked towards the door and said casually.