My British Empire

Chapter 246 Nervous Oxford City

Facing the adjutant's question, Robert shook his head, looked at the soldiers who had been fighting with serious eyes, and said directly: "You have to know, what is the purpose of our battle this time?"

"In this battle, we only need to defeat Marquis William's troops, not capture him!"

"If we chase after him, even if we capture His Excellency the Marquis, I think next time, what awaits us is not the negotiating envoys, but the swarming army, German mercenaries, militias from all over the world, tens of thousands, and so on. In our current situation, we cannot escape death!"

The adjutant suddenly realized, nodded, and then came to his senses.

He was also too happy for a while, and forgot the real gap. If Marquis William was captured, he would at most ask for a ransom, but it made their situation worse several times, which violated the goal of promoting talks.

"Besides, in our state, how can we chase after it?" Robert said leisurely.

"Let the children stop, too much bloodshed will only spread the hatred further!"

Robert turned his head, glanced at the adjutant, and then sighed, the aura of compassion was beyond words, which made the adjutant admire him even more.

After a while, the excited mob stopped their movements, and there were less than 500 spearmen alive, and the others fell into a pool of blood, struggling a few times from time to time to gain a sense of presence.

At this time, Oxfordshire is in a state of panic at this time, and the atmosphere is tense and scary.

In winter, leisurely Oxford people can no longer chat in pubs, nonsense, or walk drunk on the street, making noise or fighting.

All the people huddled at home, and did not dare to speak too loudly, and looked out the window from time to time, for fear of being knocked on the door.

Bachelor Watson, who was drunk all day yesterday, got up from the plank bed in a drowsy head, rubbed his eyes, and felt that his throat was almost dry.

Regardless of wearing shoes, he directly took the wooden bowl, scooped up a little residual water from the bottomed wooden barrel, and sent it directly to his mouth regardless of the impurities in the water.

After his throat became more comfortable, Watson went back, put on the straw sandals, put on a thin patched coat, and looked out the window for some light.

Immediately, he opened the broken door of his house, ready to go to the tavern to spend the day.

For bachelors like him, the tavern is the best place for them to go in winter. It is lively, warm, and refreshing, and they can drink some wine from time to time. They live a comfortable life.

Blocking the meager light of the winter sun with his hands, it took a while before Watson got used to it, and walked towards the tavern.

What surprised him was that today's Oxford city is too quiet, without the lively scenes of the past, people are hurrying and walking fast, which is very different from the past.

Watson scratched his smooth and bright head melon somewhat confusedly, this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

After walking for about ten minutes, Watson came to the tavern he was familiar with.

The tavern, like other taverns, has an old surface, with a flag of a large wine glass hanging on it, and two strong men standing at the door, like two sculptures, without saying a word.

When he came to the tavern, Watson found a surprising scene. The crowded scene of the tavern disappeared, and only two or three people were left drinking rye and talking in low voices, as if they were afraid that others would find out.

The doubts in Watson's heart became stronger and stronger, and a sense of depression made him uncomfortable.

"Boss, bring me a piece of black bread and a large glass of rye wine!"

Watson walked to the wine cabinet and said loudly to the gentle-looking boss.

This voice directly attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern. The surprised eyes swept him several times, making him puzzled, and then turned their attention to the young boss.

"Little William, what's going on, what happened recently?"

Holding a large loaf of bread as hard as a mallet on the counter, Watson leaned over and asked his young face.

"Don't you know?" The young boss glanced at the old bachelor and asked suspiciously.

Hearing the question, Watson quickly shook his head, his eyes widened, and his thin face trembled uncontrollably.

"Yesterday, a group of people from London, wearing cloaks with red and white rose patterns and holding swords, directly broke into the mansion of the John family and brought Sir Brill John directly to Oxford!"

Seeing Watson's ignorant expression, Little William threw himself on the counter, put his mouth close to the old bachelor's ear, and whispered.

"You mean, the well-known Sir John in Oxford?" Watson looked around and asked the young boss cautiously.

"Yes, all of this is true!" Little William nodded, "More than that, the heads of the Thomas family, the Owen family, and the Matthew family, which has become famous in recent years, were all brought directly by this group of Londoners. When we arrived in Oxford, I heard they were still being interrogated!"

"Then how dare they have such boldness, they are all jazz!" Watson opened his lips wide and said with emotion.

"Hehe! So what about Jazz?" Little William smiled, "To His Majesty, these people are just ants under his feet, and dealing with them is a piece of cake!"

After saying this sentence, Watson also looked in agreement.

"I heard that after conquering the northern barbarians (Scotland), our Majesty the King has become more and more powerful. How can anyone in England dare to oppose him!"

"So, for this group of people in London, Oxford City is terrified! I'm afraid that this young His Majesty the King will implicate the innocent and cause trouble to himself!"

Little William shook his head, pointed at the empty tavern, and said with a wry smile.

"Unfortunately, it makes it difficult for me to do business!"

At this time, the residence of Circuit Judge Felton John was occupied by Jack and others from London, and with them were the patriarchs from the four major families.

"Dear Sir John, speak, and struggle no more."

Jack walked slowly in front of Brill John, his voice drifting unhurriedly in the room.

"Say what? What can I say? Just take me to court!"

Brill looked calm, looked at the young man in front of him, and said lightly, without a trace of worry in his tone.

"My Sir, what am I asking, you know it yourself!"

Jack stopped, faced Sir Brill John, and said with a smile.

"As for the court, don't worry, you won't be sent there, we don't worry!"

As Jack was speaking, Brill's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his face was worried, and he stopped answering the call.

Not being sent to court means that he is completely in the hands of the person in front of him, including his life.

"I'm going to see the situation of the other few, maybe their confessions have come out!"

Jack walked towards the door and said casually.

(end of this chapter)

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