My British Empire

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After a light winter rain, the garbage and dust piled up on the street became muddy, and the sky was as blue as washed. The blue sky made people feel cheerful.

Then, the passers-by on the road suddenly noticed that there was a rare warmth rippling in the air, spreading from the heart to the whole body, and the coldness was swept away immediately.

Looking up, a round of slightly warm sun was high in the sky.

The entire city of Norwich was originally filled with joy, but it suddenly became more intense, and the whole city was filled with joy.

Regardless of the muddy roads, people went to the streets one after another. The boys and girls sang and danced, as if they were celebrating a festival, and their joy was beyond words.

"Your Excellency, the news has spread to the entire city, and people are overjoyed and celebrating!"

Standing on the high top of the city, the original solid city wall did not show any trace of being destroyed. It can be seen that for Norwich City, being captured by the rebel army was a sudden event, and it was too late to resist!

And the grey-haired Sir Robert was standing vigorously on the top of the city, wearing tight Chinese clothes, without the plain clothes he usually wore, he looked much younger.

Beside him, an old man who was older than him, like Sir Robert, was dressed in high-grade linen clothes, bowed his waist, stared at the carnival crowd below with cloudy eyes, and slowly revealed a trace of smile.

If you look carefully, you will find that this old man is about five or six levels similar to Sir Robert, and he is Sir Robert's brother—William Kate.

And beside them, there were no other leaders of the rebel army, only a tall and thin young man accompanied them, and the sentence just now was what he said.

"David, we have to believe that this joy is far from this. They will flow into the North Sea like the Wensum River!"

Sir Robert's eyes stayed on those happy faces for a moment, then he turned and said to the young man.

"Yes, Your Excellency, that must be the case!" The young man clenched his fists and said excitedly with a flash of determination on his face.

"Robert, if what the Lord Marquis said is true, then we can indeed breathe a sigh of relief!"

William Kate, who was sixty years old, stroked his long gray beard, with a hint of relief in his eyes, turned his head, glanced at his younger brother lightly, and said.

"I think the Marquis of Pall will not break his promise. After all, nobles value their reputation very much. Besides, it involves His Majesty the King. He has to be cautious!"

With a smile, Sir Robert patted his brother's shoulder lightly, and said in a relaxed tone.

Having been in contact with the upper-class nobles for a long time, Sir Robert understood very well that for the nobles, the honor of the family should not be filthy, and if he broke his promise, it would be no less than a fatal blow to the family's prestige.

Therefore, not only Sir Robert, but also the rest of the leading class of the rebel army would not have the slightest doubt about this negotiation.

However, Sir Robert and others would not know that in peacetime, nobles do value family honor in their lives, but in wartime, reputation does not exist in the face of the enemy.

Therefore, when the city of Norwich was jubilant, the residents had no idea that their side had been surrounded.

Under the sunshine, the small river flows uninterruptedly, jumping from time to time, and a shining drop of water pops out. It looks like a lively stream.

And a group of more than 30 cavalrymen dismounted and stood, some were sitting, some were stroking their mounts lightly, some scooped up a pot of brook water, drank it on their own, and clicked their mouths from time to time, just like the old days Enjoy it to the fullest.

In front of the team, a tall and burly knight raised his head and looked forward. His blue eyes were sometimes slightly closed and sometimes opened, but his ears moved from time to time, looking extremely serious.

His tall nose, strong and powerful arms, and thick calloused hands make his identity stand out.

"Get on the horse, someone is coming!" As the leader of the team, Bull not only possesses powerful force, but also his hearing is far superior to that of others. Generally, he has the most say in such matters.

Hearing the captain's call, the thirty or so people immediately mounted their horses, moving quickly and neatly, as if they were one.

Bull nodded with satisfaction. These are his folks. After being called together, they became a team.

The legs were slightly exerted, and the horse under the buttocks immediately knew what he meant, and ran forward lightly with four strong hooves.

The rest of the riders also clamped their legs tightly and followed him one by one. Pieces of broken grass were splashed under the horse's hooves.

In less than five minutes, what appeared in front of everyone was a long caravan. The reason why it is said to be long is that in the caravan, carriages loaded with grain were moving slowly. On both sides of the caravan, more than a dozen people The mercenaries were riding horses, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting along well.

But Bull smiled slightly in his heart, he just came to break the tranquility.

The cavalry's vibrations startled the calm caravan. Everyone in the caravan was like a hedgehog with frayed hair, one by one showing their weapons and taking a defensive posture.

Soon, regardless of the caravan ahead, the cavalry ran over on horseback, pulled out the daggers at their waists, and swung them at the dazed caravan with a burst of arc.

Facing the well-equipped cavalry, the mercenaries resisted for a while, then fled on their own, without any intention of dying for money.

The cavalry chopped down a few fellows who tried to resist, and only then did the entire caravan calm down and accept their arrangement.

Soon, a plump businessman was ready to negotiate, but Bull didn't have the slightest intention to respond.

His time was precious, but he didn't have that much time to talk to that group of greedy businessmen.

Glancing sideways, one of the cavalry came out automatically, and said a few words to the dejected fellows, and then the entire caravan slowly started to move, but the target was no longer Norwich City, but Ten miles to the government army camp.

In this way, with the entire caravan, Bull led a group of his men back to the camp.

This is the third and largest caravan they brought back this morning.

They worked so diligently, not only because of the order of the Marquis, but also because of the pound sterling hanging in front of them.

Lord Marquis issued a statement that as long as a caravan is brought back, each team will get a glittering golden pound as their reward.

Therefore, in Bull's view, these caravans are all gold coins, all are money.

As for how the Marquis of the caravan was blackmailed or threatened, Bull can't control that much, he only knows that they got rich this time.