Stalemate

"As soon as the English are repulsed, the House and I will personally give you a decree!"

 "The bravest of them will be personally received by Her Majesty, the Queen Mother, and will also be made a knight with three villages as his fief!"

 The Earl of Arran's words aroused the desire of the Scots to resist England, and, in a word, excited their initiative.

 Without waiting for the Lord Earl to finish his sentence, a messenger came to him.

 "Lord Regent, the English have arrived!"

 Hearing this, Count Aaron immediately greeted the army made up of citizens and freemen and brought them to the city walls to begin the battle of defense with the soldiers.

 Back to the English army in front of the city of Edinburgh, the main camp, densely packed tents, most of the soldiers or standing or squatting, as well as talking and laughing, a leisurely look, not the slightest sign of the intention to fight.

 And one by one the Scottish prisoners of war, who were casually fenced in as a protection beside the main camp, walked listlessly out of the humble camp at the urging of the elite English cavalry.

 As prisoners, the Scots had not only been driven continuously for several days, but with only one meal of black bread a day, and sometimes without a single loaf of bread, they were driven to walk, and one and all of them had little strength to walk.

 "You barbarians, by the great blessing of God, our Lord Duke Edward gives you a chance to be free!"

 Gavin knew the fat man, he was the leader of the Highland warriors who specialized in guarding himself and his men, a greedy and ruthless fellow.

 Even though Gavin despised this fat man, he had to listen carefully to his words because this fat man could dispose of him as a captive at will, and no one cared even if he killed!

 "All of you, if you fill that stinking ditch and come back alive, the hundred of you who work the hardest, he's free and can go home!"

 Tens of thousands of people were suddenly silent, and less than ten seconds passed before the scene erupted into a brain-blasting call.

 So tens of thousands of Scottish Highland warriors were forced towards the walls of Edinburgh.

 Gavin, like the warriors of his own tribe, struggled to hold the sacks of dirt, following the large man in front of him holding the boulders as he slowly made his way to the moat, his stomach, which hadn't eaten for a day, growling all the way.

 It was a three-mile walk from the camp to the moat, and with dozens of pounds of dirt, Gavin felt like his thighs weren't his own, swinging with a dull ache with each step.

 Seeing the moat, Gavin hastily threw out the sack in his hand before looking back around.

 In the short distance of three miles, Edinburgh had fired thousands of arrows, and the normally more agile warriors had fallen close to three hundred from lack of physical strength.

 More than a hundred others fell to the ground, howling miserably for help in this battlefield where intestines flowed freely and blood was everywhere.

 Yet tens of thousands of people in one landfill can't even see a shadow in this black city ditch.

 Thus, after a dozen successive fills, the moat formed a mile-long bridge of hard ground over which the army could pass.

 And the tens of thousands of sharp arrows shot out by the Scots took close to five thousand lives, and over three thousand severely wounded, and the Scottish captives were killed and wounded, ah!

 The hostility in the hearts of the captives by this time had reached a critical point, and the Duke of Edward at this time sent a large quantity of black bread, which directly suppressed those grievances of the Scots.

 As a matter of fact, when Gavin ate the bread in front of him, he only had a happy feeling inside, after starving for almost two days, his parched stomach finally had a bulge!

 With his stomach barely half-filled, Gavin was free to look at the fat man who had just arrived, and the Scottish captives who were as hungry and thirsty as he was.

 "Fellow Highland warriors, you all know what I'm here for!"

 The fat man looked at the Highland warriors whose eyes were glazed over, even though he knew they didn't dare to move themselves, but that bulkier than the average Englishman was a threat.

 "After the Lord Duke's approval, Gotha, Wells ..."

 "These people are free, but you are not allowed to Edinburgh! Know this?"

 "Aye! Aye! Aye! My lord!" The one with the most nimble mind hurriedly nodded his head and responded loudly.

 Watching over a hundred people return to their homes, Gavin couldn't help but long for it inside.

 "And don't be discouraged, Lord Duke, he's free if any of you can make it to the walls!"

 Looking at the remaining five thousand captives, Fatty said without haste.

 At once, the cheers of the Highland warriors who had the strength to do so grew even louder.

 The next day the Highland warriors, carrying long ladders, poured up the walls of Edinburgh at a brisk pace, and Gavin was one of them, the second to climb the walls, with a pugnacious chum in front of him to lead the way.

 Almost all of the stones that fell from the walls were deflected by him with his shield, and Gavin suffered no injuries.

 By the time Gavin had scaled the walls with no danger, he saw that the brawny warrior had actually dropped to his knees and surrendered by paying his weapon to the group of militiamen with lances in their hands.

 But the militiamen, who were trying to get credit for their work, could not let him go, and took advantage of the fact that he was burying his head to raise his rifle and stab him, and the poor fellow met his death before he could see it clearly.

 Before Gavin had a chance to warn, the warrior was bleeding all over the place, Gavin's hurriedly prepared to climb down the wooden ladder, but the archers on the tower had already aimed at him.

 "Swoosh - swoosh - swoosh -" three arrows directly hit Gavin's chest, and before Gavin could react Before that, his body fell uncontrollably below the city wall, falling into a bloody mess.

 He lay on the body, feeling pain all over his body, breathing harder and harder, and slowly stopped breathing.

 Thus, after a month of attack, only three hundred or so of the Scottish prisoners had returned to their homes with wounds, while Edinburgh was still solidly in place.

 And the English infantry lost more than 3,000 men killed or wounded, forcing the Lord Duke to stop the siege and surround the city instead.

 Edinburgh itself was a port, and for a month there was a constant flow of French-aided ships to and from the city.

 "Could it be that Edward had to be true?" Duke Edward couldn't help but consider Edward's letter.

 Morholm Abbey, the ever-quiet abbey had many uninvited guests at this time.

 "Old Auntie! May I ask where Queen Mary is?" To the oldest nun in the convent, Harry was polite.

 "Not in! And men are not allowed in the convent know that?"

 "I won't enter, old auntie! This time I'm disturbed!"

 Harry spoke politely to the old nun, but gestured to the dozen or so burly women behind him.

 So, one by one, a dozen women entered the convent, and the old nun could only watch them enter, with a dozen old nuns behind her.

 After all, they were only women, and old ones at that, and could do nothing about this group.

 The fierce woman arrived at a remote compound and opened the door to see a beautiful girl of four or five years old playing happily with a maid in her thirties.