The sun never sets rose

When Norfolk took the remaining few people back to Stirling, Earl Allen, who was in ambush east of Leesburg, heard the movement, thinking that the French army had been prepared, and Norfolk was in an ambush, so he led everyone rushed out...

"Heretics!"

The sentinel on the top of the castle shouted and ran to inform the French general in the dark that there were only 2000 French troops stationed here in case of a sneak attack by the rebels. The rest were on standby in the Firth of Forth and the capital Edinburgh.

The French army, which has always been well-trained, was a little messed up, because the officers and soldiers sent to Edinburgh to report did not bring any news, and it was dark in the middle of the night, and they could not determine how many rebels there were.

Thick clouds blocked the moonlight, and in the endless darkness, only the sound of heavy horseshoes gathered from all directions. Earl Allen rushed to Leesburg with a large army like a fly without a head, but it was not France who came to meet them people, but guns and arrows...

The continuous sound of arquebus guns echoed in the empty and quiet night, reaching the ears of an English army ambushing outside the castle, and then there were screams one after another.

Sir Pope, who served as the second lieutenant general, sighed and frowned. He had to admit that the queen was really good at predicting things.

"Aren't we going to support the rebels, my lord?"

Sir Pope glanced at him, walked to the deployed gun carriage, and patted lightly: "After dawn, prepare to send troops."

Before leaving, the queen told him that the French army stationed at Leesburg had no more than 3000 people at most. Although they were well equipped, they had no backup. When they were exhausted with the Scottish rebels, he would lead the British army to attack.At that time, another British army staying in Stirling will join him.

He now understands why the queen sent the naval commander to the Gulf of Forth to block the French army's sea transportation route.

When the first ray of sunshine broke through the dark clouds in the morning and sprinkled on this blood-soaked land, the attack horn of the English army sounded under Leesburg...

"Let the French go back to their mother!"

"God Bless England!"

Elizabeth took the first lieutenant, Sir Capet, and a group of British troops to Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland overnight.

As reported in the secret letter, not long after the old woman of Guise died suddenly, the capital Edinburgh was immediately controlled by the Protestant nobles. The French army in the city was leaderless and fled to the Firth of Forth. Not sure about the situation.

This is a war that has been won without mass bloodshed.

To be on the safe side, Elizabeth didn't let the lieutenant lead the troops directly into the city, but set up camp outside the city, waiting for the remaining half of the "Congregational Church" to come.

At this time, the sky was already dawning.

"Your Majesty, would you like to rest for a while?"

Sir Capet came over and looked at the queen who was still in good spirits after running around all night, with a solemn expression and a bit of reverence in his eyes.Her physical strength seems to be better than that of men.

After a long while of silence, Elizabeth raised her eyes to look at the sky, the east was gradually revealing a fishy belly, and a gleam of sadness appeared in her deep pupils, and she sighed: "Those who cannot keep up with the situation are destined to be losers."

"???"

In the dim morning light, the city of Edinburgh is like an old man who is over seventy years old, quietly and solemnly located in the middle of the mountain. Elizabeth gazed at the direction of London. Silk, her eyes, seemed to be shining.

It's a good place, but unfortunately it's still not as good as her London.

"Is it hard not to let you go to the battlefield this time?" Looking away, he raised his eyebrows at Sir Capet, turned and walked into the tent.

The man kept up with her, and said with a modest smile: "It is my responsibility to protect His Majesty. I believe there will be opportunities to go to the battlefield in the future."

"Oh?" Stepped into the tent, looked sideways, and looked at him seriously, "Do you really hope for a war?"

I bowed my head in fear, "No, it is my duty as a soldier to fight against the enemy and defend the country, but I will always be loyal to His Majesty and obey your orders."

Loyalty is priceless, she understands, but some people don't.

A gust of cold wind swirled in the sharp eyes, whistling and sweeping across the gray blue like the sea of ​​stars, suddenly calm, as if there had never been any waves.At this time, she happened to think of the girl in the London palace, as if she saw a pair of bright black eyes, purifying her muddy heart. As the king of a country, besides loyalty, what else can she gain? ...

A round of red sun rises into the sky against the morning glow, and the dazzling golden light exudes scorching heat, driving away the damp and cold under the rainy day and ushering in a new life.

The messenger sent the news that Sir Pope led the British army to capture Leesburg, the French generals were captured, and the remaining defeated soldiers fled to Edinburgh, where they were attacked by the "Congregationalist" rebels on the road and wiped out.

The only unfortunate thing is that Earl Allen died in battle.

"Let Sir Pope take care of that general, and I will take his head off myself." There was a rich scarlet brilliance in the bottom of his eyes, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the blood-stained flag flashed in his mind .

She knew that Earl Allen would die, but for the honor of the British army, and for the honor of Queen Elizabeth, she could only do so.

Whoever wins has the right to speak.

"Your Majesty, Elder Knox is here with the remaining troops of the Congregational Church. The gates of Edinburgh have been opened, and the Earl of Murray has come out of the city to greet you in person." The guard couldn't hide his excitement and excitement, and his voice trembled slightly.

Listening to the report, Elizabeth's face was calm, her slender finger bones were bent and straightened, her slightly drooping blue eyes withdrew from the cold light, as if she was thinking about something, and her lightly frowned brows stretched and then furrowed, no one could understand her heart.

After a while, she stood up and said quietly: "We will not go into the city, but only meet with Elder Knox and the Earl of Murray. The task of the English army has been completed, and it is time to go back."

"Your Majesty?" Sir Capet couldn't help but look at her suspiciously.

I thought that what the queen wanted was to help drive away the French and at the same time accept the crown of Scotland. With such a great opportunity, doesn't she want to unify the two countries?

"Let's go."

Standing up, ignoring his doubts, he walked out of the tent.

Knox is the leader of the Protestant Reformation in Scotland. He founded the "Scottish Presbyterian Church". The Catholic government instigated rebellion and launched a civil war, which made the Protestant power grow stronger in Scotland.

The Earl of Murray is the illegitimate brother of the Queen of Scots. He believes in Protestantism and is also the leader of the Scottish Protestant sect. Yesterday, Queen Mother Guise just died, and he took control of the palace and the capital together with other Protestant nobles, waiting to join forces with the British army. The French fought, but they didn't expect the French army who stayed in Edinburgh to flee without fighting...

For them, the Protestant Queen of England was a great benefactor.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of all the subjects of Scotland, I would like to express my deep gratitude to you. Without the financial and military assistance of England, this land will always be ruled by evil and pedantic heathen. Thank you for allowing us to govern according to our own wishes. and the opportunity to transform the country."

Earl Murray stepped forward and kissed Elizabeth's fingertips. Although he tried his best to maintain a solemn face, he couldn't hide the excitement in those brown eyes.

"This is a just aid, dedicated to driving out the French, not England's aggression against you. Remember, your Queen is Mary Stuart. As her subjects, you must always be loyal to her. "The corners of her mouth were hooked, her eyes were benevolent and generous, and her vivid and cold face was covered by an invisible mask.

The earl nodded, looking earnestly: "Of course, this is what we advocate, but now Queen Mary is in France, and Scotland cannot live without a government..."

"Isn't Scotland a Protestant country now?" He interrupted him in a cold voice, raised his eyebrows lightly, his dark eyes were full of hints, and he suddenly chuckled.

A ray of sunlight meandered over Elizabeth's head, coating her cold silver-gray armor with a layer of faint golden light, revealing a finely shimmering magnificence, and those gray-blue pupils that reflected the brilliance surged with gloomy streams, As if passing through the long river of time to see through the future, her brows are full of stability and confidence in the overall situation. She is a winner who conforms to the current situation.

"Your Majesty is right."

Elder Knox at the side understood her expression, looked around at the many sergeants, and shouted: "The Catholic Church no longer exists. From now on, Protestantism is the official religion of Scotland!"

Everyone cheered.

Earl Murray nodded belatedly, as if he couldn't believe that after fighting against the Roman Catholic Church for so many years, he actually won the victory...

Elizabeth did not stay long, and immediately led the army to withdraw to Leithburg, followed by several Protestant nobles from the "Congregational Church" and their troops. In addition to escorting her, they also took over the task of taking over Leithburg.

Things went smoother than she expected. Originally, she was worried about fraud in the city, and planned to lead the British army and the "Congregationalist" rebels to surround Edinburgh and seize control by force. Unexpectedly, the Earl of Murray was quite upbeat and did not let her go too far. bother.

"His Majesty!"

Before the sun went down, the team arrived at Leesburg, where [-] British troops were stationed, and the second lieutenant, Sir Pope, came to meet the queen.

The breeze stirred up Elizabeth's reddish-brown hair, and she was sitting on the horseback, her figure was still tall and straight, she half-closed her deep blue pupils, nodded and said: "Very well, Sir Pope, you didn't let me disappointment."

The corner of the man's mouth raised a proud smile, with a proud expression on his face.

He kicked the captive who was tied up next to him, and the burly body wearing the armband of the French Army fell to the ground, then struggled to get up, and rolled his eyes.

Quite backbone.

Elizabeth sneered, and unhurriedly drew out her saber, and the silver light of the sharp blade pierced the stagnant air with a chill, and rested it on his neck.

"Didn't run away, you were brave." Fluent French.

After speaking, the hand rises and the sword falls.

The bright silver light set off the whistling of the wind, accurately and ruthlessly sliced ​​off a bloody human head, rolled around a few times, and stopped at the horse's hoof under her seat, and the warm and viscous scarlet liquid gushed out. It splashed all over her body and face, this is, the blood of the French.

Everyone gasped, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.

Throwing away the sword, staring at the staring head on the ground with eyes wide open, he said coldly, "I will use your blood to commemorate those dead children."

This time it was the general of the French army, and the next time, it was the Queen of Scots.

The army returned to Stirling City, preparing to rest here for one night, and set off for London the next morning.

There were two tall and strong black horses in the empty resident manor. Surrounded by Elder Knox and two lieutenants, Elizabeth steered the horses into the gate of the manor. She held the head of the French general in her hand, and blood dripped all the way. .

A petite and slender figure appeared in the line of sight, with black and soft long hair flying up and drawing a messy trajectory in mid-air. After stopping the pace that was so hurried that it almost fell, it fell silently like an angel who had lost its wings and strength.

How could she come...

There was a gleam of joy in those clear and bright black eyes, but when they touched the mottled and dried blood on Elizabeth's body, all the brilliance suddenly faded away, covered with a layer of chaotic mist, and the salty and hot tears flowed uncontrollably Sliding down the face, twitching and drowning for breath.

Like a sharp knife piercing the heart, the warm flesh and blood tightly wrapped the cold area, bursting into countless fine cracks. Elizabeth frowned in pain, shook her hand, threw away the head, got off the horse, and hold her in his arms...

"Who brought you here?"

There was faint anger in the low and cold tone, Jiang Xinyan couldn't help shivering, a strong smell of blood came into his nose, he touched her body eagerly, choked up: "You are injured...why do you bleed so much ..."

"Not my blood."

I want to touch her delicate and white face, I want to kiss her soft and moist lips, I want to...

The person in his arms breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes, and stopped talking.

"Did you win...?"

"Ah."

The tears this time are because of joy.