Count Robert received bad news from the left in the evening.

When the fully organized Scottish Legion robbed local supplies, it was hit by a sudden thunder attack from the Ming cavalry, and more than a thousand people were killed on the spot.

The direct loss was not large, but the consequence was that the remaining five companies of the left-wing Scottish Legion, and the four companies supported by the rear refused to continue to fight.

The nine companies were organized according to the European Army infantry organization, and each company had a total of more than 300. However, at this time, their troops had at least dozens of deserters, and at most hundreds of them, not to mention more than 800 minor and serious wounded soldiers.

Such casualties report means that the entire army loses its combat effectiveness in the short term.

The troops heading south were all the families of the six major Scottish nobles. Although Scotland and England were in war for a long time, the nobles had long been married.

Just like the commander of the left-wing Scottish Legion, he should be the distant uncle of Count Robert in terms of blood relationship, but at this time his uncle said that he would not allow the troops to continue fighting south, and defended himself on the spot based on the castle, and even had the idea of ​​leading his army to the north.

Of course, the last point was guessed by Count Robert. Even if his uncle really wanted to do this, he would not say it. He would only pull up the troops and leave without saying goodbye as soon as the army showed its decline.

The troops traveling south in Scotland were the flesh of the great nobles, and no leader could bear the consumption of the troops like livestock that filled in the slaughterhouse. For the Scottish nobles, of course, they hoped that the war in the south would be won.

If they win, they can take over England smoothly, but if they lose, they will not hurt their vitality. At most, the king cannot be the king of England and Scotland.

But if anyone's soldiers die, this family will be erased in Scottish history.

The new and old hatreds of the six major families have not been completely dissolved. Regardless of the victory or defeat of this battle, there will be civil strife in Scotland within three years.

Count Robert saw all this in his eyes and was helpless - what's the use of a man even if he understood everything? Didn't he risk offending England's only northern nobles to find their families to raise cosmetics for the Queen?

Just as the frontline Scottish Legion fought with Yang Ce's Spanish phalanx, Earl Robert was discussing with the northern nobles who now hold real power how to produce some of the best cosmetics to provide to the Queen.

He himself thought this kind of thing was funny, but there was nothing he could do.

It was a feudal ruler. She might have all the excellent qualities of the feudal ruler, and she might have all the bad habits of the feudal ruler, and she also has her indispensable personality defects.

Elizabeth is an elderly woman and has suffered from smallpox.

If she still lived in Richmond Palace, London, and the war report from the front was not the Ming army entering the city of London, but the Irish Governor pacified the entire territory of Ireland and sent a fleet to land on the New World, and named the vastest land New York, then nothing would be wrong.

She can show her face with a pothole-wrinkled face because she is England's greatest king.

But at this moment, her country lost its rivals, and her territory was left with only broken walls and ruins. Even the heir to the throne would not be allowed to be in control. Without any glory, the crown was covered with dust, and she was at the most vulnerable and sensitive moment.

Anyone, whether the noble count or the lowly farmer, would make her furious with a wrong look, and would act more like a witch than the thousands of young peasant women who were drowned, burned, and executed on this continent.

It even made Robert Dudley feel that this was not like the familiar Elizabeth he loved deeply.

All of this is now pressing hard on his shoulders like a heavy burden. During the day, the front line against Spain barely took advantage and could not make him happy. In the middle of the night, he looked at the bonfires rising and falling in the wilderness in the distance, and only a thousand sorrows were blocking his heart.

Behind him was the extremely sensitive queen who attacked everyone's confidence with a strange manner; around him, the great nobles in their hometown had their own thoughts, and the enemies in front of him were all united even though they crossed the ocean.

Count Robert was defeated many times by the Ming army, and he had been defeated four times in the Grand Contest alone.

He dared to fight for the fifth time because he was not afraid of losing to the Ming army again. But he was afraid of it at night when he used a 25,000 army, divided into three groups, and the main force surrounded the Spanish square formation that shot the Huangming Banner.

The first time he lost, he thought it was Plymouth that the incident happened suddenly; the second time he lost, he thought it was because the nobles underestimated the enemy; the third time he lost, he thought it was because he was just a decisive missed opportunity; the fourth time he lost, he thought it was because his side did not react as much as the marching speed of the Ming army.

There will always be no accidents that happen suddenly. If the enemy is underestimated, the enemy will be valued. If you miss the fighter, there will be another chance. If you don’t react, you must step up your defense.

But this time, he felt the backbone of the country to resist the Ming army, and the northern nobles who held military power and had fiefdoms. After the southwest nobles, the southern nobles died, and those who lost their fiefdoms lost their fiefdoms, they were timid and regretted.

People are uneven, and Robert believes that even if the battle can win a small game, it will be difficult to continue.

It is not the aristocrat's fault that people are uneven. No one can stop the six major Scottish legions who went south from 30,000 to seek food and plunder along the way. England cannot afford to support their expeditions, and Scotland cannot afford to support them.

The fiefs of the nobles of their country were robbed and all hope was placed on the Scottish Legion. This was like losing hope.

He even hoped that on this night, the Ming army blocking the road ahead would see it and once again launch its magical force to escape without a trace.

The sky slowly dawned, and the knights behind told the barracks that the artillery had been transported ten miles away and that they could enter the front line with gunpowder and shells at noon. Earl Robert felt no at all relaxed.

He clenched his fists tightly, pulled down his armor to cover his tired face, looked at the Spanish square slowly living in the pile of corpses in the dim morning light, and ordered them to gather hundreds of people in front of his military tent.

Those are gentlemen whom he can absolutely trust and remain loyal to the Queen.

There are rich businessmen who have super wealth in the past, jazz who have replaced the queen in the past, and even riders who have not been noble in the past.

For him, this battle that he had originally despised had become a key battle on the entire English battlefield, and all the victory, loss, honor and disgrace were in this battle.

He expressed his ideas to these people and received everyone's support. They would each stand behind the leading nobles. Once anyone wants to lead the army to retreat, they will immediately kill him and seize command to ensure that the army's morale is not in chaos.

At the same time, they also agreed that before besieging London, if the offensive was blocked and the situation was irreversible, they would give up their hope of returning to the north, gather all the forces they could gather, and launch a final charge to the Ming army in front of the formation to preserve everyone's glory.
Chapter completed!