My British Empire

Chapter 357: loyal people deserve respect

??Chapter 357 Loyal people deserve respect

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??The English allied forces were completely defeated by the tribal allied forces. At this time, the musketeers showed their strength. The blind cat encountered a dead mouse and hit Baron Kelly directly. The entire tribal allied forces disappeared immediately.

??So, the easy victory convinced the soldiers that this was God's blessing, not the actions of the thin and few Musketeers.

??Of course, Sir John, who knew the specific details, and a few knowledgeable people, of course knew the specific situation, looked at the dark matchlock guns with enthusiasm, almost melting the iron rods.

??Don't care so much, after hearing the shout of the left-behind adults, no matter whether it is the subordinate tribe or the militia with a rapid heartbeat, one by one, as if they had been injected with hormones, they directly covered and killed them, bursting with confidence.

??The tribal coalition forces, which were originally scattered, are now even more scattered when the English coalition forces attack.

??The infantry snatched the horses of the cavalry for the chance of survival; the cavalry threw away their weapons to lighten the burden on the horses so that they could escape faster.

??The entire tribal coalition army lost courage, and without any resistance, they were chased and killed by the English coalition forces, trying to escape for their lives.

??In ancient wars, in fact, not many people died during the battle. The most deaths were actually when the opponent was defeated, and the victor's cover-up was the biggest source of casualties.

??The English coalition forces were like a pack of wolves, driving away the fleeing tribal coalition forces, hunting and killing them one by one. In this way, it took more than two hours before it was considered over.

??Because most of the tribal coalition forces were cavalry, a lot of them escaped, so the situation of corpses strewn all over the field was invisible.

??Sir John got off his horse and looked at the corpse surrounded by several immigrants in front of him, and there were several dead horses beside him, but there was no corpse.

?? "My lord, this is the leader of that Kelly tribe!"

??An immigrant on guard, with rolling eyes, looked very clever. When he saw him, he immediately took a step forward and pointed to the center of the enclosure.

??Sir John was a little excited, walked over quickly, glanced at the immigrant, and then looked at the piled corpses, **** and **** trampled by horses, lowered his head, and looked carefully.

?? "Look, the leader at the bottom is wearing armor, and the ones above are guards!"

?? It was still the clever immigrant, after he and the others moved the corpses on the upper floor away, he pointed to the corpse that was exposed.

??The corpse at the bottom is relatively complete and can be clearly identified.

?? "Yes, it is indeed the cunning leader!"

??Sir John had met him several times, took a good look at him, and then affirmed.

??Hearing this affirmation, the three militiamen immediately showed excited expressions on their faces and suppressed laughter.

??Sir John looked at the exposed corpse and the several corpses on it. He was originally joyful, but now he was a little silent.

??The one below is the leader, so the one above must be the guard. After Baron Kelly fell off his horse, the cavalry behind couldn't restrain their speed and rushed over directly.

?? In order to protect him, several guards used their bodies to resist the mighty cavalry regardless of their lives.

??Unfortunately, not only were they dead, but even Baron Kelly, who was protecting him at the bottom, also lost his life.

?? Regarding this, Sir John, who had been influenced by knightly etiquette since childhood, couldn't help showing a solemn expression.

??He took a step back, then lifted the helmet with his right hand, stroked his right chest with his left hand, bowed his body slightly, and performed a knightly salute, expressing his appreciation for the loyal attitude of the guards.

??This solemn scene made the three militiamen feel a little overwhelmed. They put their hands and feet on each other in a panic, not knowing what to do.

?? "You have made great contributions, and when you go back, you will naturally be rewarded! Now keep this corpse safe, and then bury the other corpses!"

??Sir John quickly came out of his emotions, ordered calmly, and then got on his horse and left.

?? "Yes, my lord!" Startled for a while by the change of face of the left-behind lord, the three militiamen came to their senses and responded.

??Sir John took a few cavalrymen and left here, the Kelly tribe that was still blazing ahead.

?? Entering this place, the cries of women, the wailing of old people, the cries of children, and even the barking of dogs, came to his ears in all sorts of miscellaneous ways, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

??The crude wooden house was artificially destroyed, either burned or dilapidated. The furniture inside was in a mess, which could be seen from the outside.

??On the way, he also encountered a lot of scenes of robbery, scrambling for property, and rape, but he ignored them at all, as if he knew nothing about it, and rode slowly passing by.

??War! These are all side effects brought by it, besides, what does it matter if they are still those barbarians.

?? Soon, Sir John came to the meeting hall of the Kelly tribe, which was the residence of Baron Kelly.

?? Said to be the leader of the tribe, but in fact he lived in a spacious place with a lot of furniture, all of which were leaky, dilapidated, and even a little dirty and smelly.

??I found a place to sit down, wiped it off, and then told the orderly next to me, saying:

?? "Call those people back, including the people from the other three tribes. If you've had enough fun, stay with me!"

?? "Yes, my lord!" The messenger hurriedly agreed upon hearing the order.

?? An hour later, high-level militiamen and three tribal leaders also came, and the entire conference hall became lively.

??Everyone was beaming, wearing gold and silver on their bodies, very happy.

?? "Pastor Thomas, please tell us about our gains and losses!"

??In an era when the literacy rate was low, priests were still the most literate people. In the army, there was a priest who controlled the books and comforted the soldiers.

??Of course, the Anglican sect here cannot be called a priest, but should be called a priest.

?? Moreover, this pastor is just an honorary title. A real pastor manages a small church and will not accompany the army.

??Pastor Thomas (Why are there so many people named Thomas, so annoying!) is a bit burly and has thick hair. If you ignore the robes he wears, he will definitely be recognized as a soldier.

??Although it looks majestic, Pastor Thomas’s voice is soft, crisp and pleasant.

?? "Yes, my lord!" He nodded, turned over the account book in his hand, looked at the small words, and said softly:

?? "I can declare that at this time, the operation to destroy the rioting Kelly Tribe has been accomplished!"

??In an instant, everyone who reacted immediately applauded.

?? "According to my rough statistics, more than 230 soldiers died this time, more than 300 people were injured, and more than 50 horses were lost..."

?? A string of loss data was reported, which made Sir John feel a little uncomfortable.

"And captured, captured more than 900 men, women and children, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, gold and silver worth more than 500 pounds, more than 2,000 horses, more than 1,000 quarters of grain (6.35 kilograms per quarter), and the rest of the spoils countless!"

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