My British Empire

  Chapter 452 is imminent

  The next day, the city government of Rennes fully accepted the conditions, opened the city gate, and began to welcome the British army into the city.

   On this day, the sun was shining brightly and there was no cloud in the sky. Only the light wind still lured the tall trees standing upright, and the long black hair of the young girls.

  The city gates were lowered, and the city governments on both sides let the city guards stand on both sides as guards, or guards.

  The high-level British army headed by the Marquess of Edinburgh wore military uniforms, raised their chins, rode a big horse, and marched into the city of Rennes with their heads held high and their chests high with the gentle movement of the horseshoes.

   Following them was the Royal Army of the United Kingdom of Britain in red uniforms.

  They are clean and tidy, imposing, with vigorous steps, eyes looking forward, and "da da da" rhythmic strides, giving people a high-spirited spirit, and they seem to be the masters of the king.

   In everyone's impression, Britain has always been famous for its lobster soldiers.

   But, in fact, the Barot style of the 17th and 18th centuries was nothing more than that. The British army at this time was not much different from other countries.

  Because it is a unified army, they also wore unified military uniforms.

  The upper body is a red and white striped shirt, the lower body is black trousers, and a flat hat on the head.

   What is more conspicuous is that they all have a piece of armor on their chests to protect their hearts, which shows that although they have moved away from the medieval armor model, they are still deeply affected.

  With guns in their hands, the British soldiers began to enter the city gate in a neat and rhythmic pace.

  After the temporary darkness of the city gate, the scene presented to the British soldiers was exactly this:

  The organized citizens held flowers in their hands, with smiles on their faces, waving their arms, and yelling about the English people.

  There are a large number of people standing on both sides of the street, both men and women, lively and lively, as if they are participating in some lively religious activities.

   This welcome scene greatly encouraged the British troops who were walking in neat steps.

   "Hey man, look, it's nice of these people to welcome us so warmly!"

  A thin and tall soldier moved his lips in understanding, twisted his neck, and said to the soldier standing next to him.

  Compared with other ordinary soldiers, he is like walking on stilts, making people look up.

   "Yes, it is indeed very good, look at those little girls, they are indeed fascinating!"

  The soldier of average height raised his head slightly, looked at the tall man, said a few words in response, and then said in surprise:

   "Oh my God! Your height is so... mesmerizing!"

  Feeling that he discriminated against others, he finally chose a word to describe it at random.

   "Oh! Thank you so much for your compliment!" The big man curled his lips helplessly and turned his head back.

   Another person who has advice on his height.

  In the welcoming team, the organized citizens were very enthusiastic, as if they were not welcoming the invaders, but an army of their own country.

  Of course, the citizens welcome that although it was organized by the city government, after learning that the British army no longer looted the city, their aversion to the British army disappeared.

  In addition, their curiosity about the British army allowed them to come out of their homes and take a look at the Englishman who conquered Brittany in less than a month.

  Just when Brittany sounded the clarion call of complete liberation, the Normandy area was in constant war.

   In other words, since he sent an envoy to ask for help, but brought back only a few hundred cavalry, although Earl Gabriel of Rouen City was a little disappointed, he didn't show it, and instead made a big deal of it.

  In a short while, the news that the British army had come to support resounded throughout the city of Rouen, and the shaking military spirit suddenly stabilized.

   Everyone believed that this was just the vanguard of the British army. It would not be long before a large number of British troops would arrive to rescue the city of Rouen.

  The Duke of Guise, who was attacking, naturally felt the increase in the morale of the defenders. For a while, the battle became more and more anxious.

   In the blink of an eye, more than three weeks had passed since the city of Rouen was besieged, and the patience of the Duke of Guise had run out.

   "Come here!" "Yes, my lord!"

  The Duke of Guise looked ahead and said fiercely: "Order the 3,000 people prepared in the rear to join today's siege team. I will attack Rouen with all my strength within three days!"

   "Yes!" The orderly agreed quickly, and then left quickly.

   "Your Excellency, those 3,000 people are guarding against the English and cannot be easily evacuated!"

  Besides, King Navarre and Duke of Vendôme Antoine de Naval looked at the Duke of Guise's order with a face full of surprise, and asked immediately.

   "I don't have the patience to wear it out. England is currently staying in Le Havre, and I won't be able to come to Rouen for a while!"

  The Duke of Guise endured the anger in his heart and explained.

   "In three days, concentrate on capturing this city, if not, I will retreat!"

  Hearing this, Antoine was silent. The city consumed a lot of soldiers, and it really couldn't go on.

  Subsequently, the Rouen defenders discovered that the attacking Catholic army was more powerful than ever before. They could only barely resist the attack, but now they cannot resist it.

  The English cavalry, who had been fighting guerrilla battles outside the city of Rouen, harassed the French camp wantonly when they saw this.

  However, the French army took a defensive position and concentrated their efforts on attacking the city of Rouen.

   "My lord, I can't hold it anymore, I really can't hold it anymore!" An orderly came to the Earl's Mansion bumpily, with scars on his body and tattered clothes, and said in a crying voice:

  "The Catholics have completely attacked the city wall. We can only guard the stairs, fighting and retreating. After a while, the city wall will completely fall!"

   "What?" Kingslayer's face changed greatly when he heard this, and his body trembled non-stop. If Rouen City was captured, wouldn't he and his whole family die?

   "Hurry up and ask all the guards on the mansion to go up to support, and then invite all the nobles in the city to launch guards and climb up the city wall together!"

   After panicking for a while, the earl recovered immediately, and he said loudly to his butler.

   "Let all the men in the city go up, take up weapons and go to the city wall to support, and we must keep the Catholics out of Rouen!"

  Seeing the Earl's appearance, the butler immediately agreed, and hurriedly went to give instructions.

   And just after the Duke of Guise ordered the 3,000 people defending his rear to evacuate, only a few dozen patrol teams were left as an early warning force.

  The Alexander knight, leading more than 6,000 British troops, quietly came to the foot of the hillside ten miles away from the French camp.

   More than 6,000 British soldiers sat neatly on the ground, waiting for orders.

  (end of this chapter)