A strait separates two countries!
When both countries covet each other, war is inevitable.
The war that dragged on for decades left both countries somewhat exhausted, but out of inertia, out of reluctance to give up the lost and gained, the war still did not stop.
At least there is no interruption recognized at the national level!
The long journey will come to a halt, and the two countries have been at war for several months, and the two sides have begun negotiations.
"We need peace, but we won't refuse to pick up the bow and arrow again, so you should first determine who wins and who loses!"
Doc nodded reservedly to his negotiator, Abel, before sitting down.
Abel was a little annoyed, he patted the table and frowned, "Yes, we won't refuse to pick up the long sword, but why did you come to the negotiating table?"
Tell me about Doc.
Do you still want to occupy the land of the Franks?
” Behind the two stood several people, all of whom were generals of their own country.
Doc took a sip of water and said comfortably: "I heard that there is a magical thing in that country in the East, soaking in water can make people communicate with the gods, Abel, it is said that you have drunk it?"
” "That's right."
Abel said proudly: "Just a little bit makes me feel relaxed." ” "How's it taste?"
"It's a little bitter, but it's fragrant."
"It's a strange statement."
Abel thought for a moment, and then said in frustration: "Just a little bit, it is said that they brought it back from the heavens, and they destroyed a lot along the way, leaving a little bit as big as the palm of his hand, but it is unforgettable." ” Doc staggered the topic and said, "That's one of the reasons for our truce, Abel, what are you thinking?"
What do you want?
Don't forget, we're here to attack at any time. ” Abel said coldly, "Yes, but we are waiting for you, and you will continue to suffer defeats, and Frank will win!"
” The two were silent for a while, and the generals behind them were trying to maintain their demeanor.
So they held their heads high, stared at each other, and tried to imagine that their eyes would turn into arrows and pierce their opponents.
Doc was very patient, because now the initiative was in the hands of Plantagenet, and they still controlled the strait, and even if the great powers of the East came, they would only take the sea route.
Yes, at the moment the Tessians believe that if they want to go to the East, they must go by sea.
As for land, think of the damned enemy, who have been fighting for so many years, and they still stand at the junction of east and west, stuck in Tessie's footsteps.
Abel was a little unstable, and Frank was a little unstable.
After many years of war, the Franks suffered a great loss of national strength, and if they continue without improvement, according to domestic forecasts, the Franks will usher in the most critical moment.
Yes, Frank's confidence is insufficient!
So Da Ming is the weight they use to balance the situation!
"That's a huge country, do you know meat fans?"
Abel smiled reservedly and said, "Meat is lost to Haret in the East, and Haret ......
Defeated by the Ming Dynasty in the East......
Doc, such a country, can Plantagenet stop it?
Frank is no match anyway. ” Doc glanced at the Frankish generals behind Abel, and found that their expressions were relaxed, so he tentatively asked, "You have a connection with Daming?"
” Only this possibility can give encouragement to the Franks who are currently in a difficult situation.
Abel smiled, "Who knows......"
Doc asked tentatively again, "They're coming......
Do they have a good relationship with meat fans?
You can come by land. ” Abel was still smiling, smiling mysteriously: "Who knows......" …… The Channel split the two countries into two sides, and without it, the Plantagenet would have been able to merge with the Franks.
Yes, they are convinced of this assumption.
The warships were cruising outside the mouth of the strait, and the Plantagenet was now on guard against the enemy outside the mouth, and both sides of the middle of the channel had been controlled by them.
Five warships, as a patrol that was more than enough.
So they are so relaxed that someone is even betting that the loser will have to jump into the sea.
The commander stood on the ship and slowly looked around, listening to the rude sailors behind him shouting and cursing with the names of their organs, and then the losers were forced to jump and pull up with a rope later.
The commander was pleasantly blowing the sea breeze, and his body was stable in the bumps.
"Frank is no longer good, they are begging us for mercy, but I hate it."
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When the commander was expressing his views on the relations and situation between the two countries, naturally someone came to listen.
Listening is a virtue, and when there are more and more people who possess this virtue, the one who speaks is bound to be fluttering.
The Commander was fluttering, excited as if he were some kind of symptom, foaming at the corners of his mouth, and dancing with his hands. “…… The Franks should be smarter, otherwise we will sweep past, we will cross the strait, and then land and water will go hand in hand and let the Plantagenet flag fly high!
” "We will control the sea, we will ......"
The Commander was upset, for those 'adoring' eyes had lost their affection and were looking behind him.
Do you want me to give you little shoes to wear?
The Commander frowned, thinking about whether his speech had lost its vitality and spirit.
"Boat!
Boat, ......"
A sailor in front suddenly pointed behind the commander and screamed, his voice was sharp, but joyful.
There is only the Plantagenet's ship here, and since the last war, the Franks have lost the ability to compete at sea, so whose ship is this?
The commander turned back confidently and slowly, and then saw several black dots.
Lisbon?
The Plantagenets' ambitions for Reese could not be concealed from the Plantagenets, who wanted to take advantage of the continuous war between Plantagenet and Franks to expand themselves and strengthen themselves.
The commander sneered and shouted: "It's Reese himself!"
Plantagenet is never afraid of any enemy, never!
Meet the enemy!
” The bell is ringing and the flag is flying.
"Plantagenet, meet the enemy!
Meet the enemy!
” The looseness on the deck was suddenly closed, and the sailor, who had just climbed aboard, did not care to put on his clothes, and immediately began to prepare to operate the sails.
Swords, spears......
The most important thing is, of course, the longbow!
The longbowmen with unusual spines were already in place, examining their bows and arrows, and calmly waiting for the enemy.
Later the enemy's deck will become a 'forest', the commander is convinced.
"Attack!"
The commander adhered to the Plantagenet's offensive spirit, and pointed his sword forward.
The sea breeze blew the sails, and the five warships began to move forward.
The weather was good today and the sea conditions were fine, so it was easy to observe each other's movements as the distance between the two sides continued to close.
"Six ships!
No, there are three more in the back!
” The voice of the lookout post grew sharper.
"They're so big!
It's huge!
” The commander's face gradually sank, and he was even thinking about whether to send a ship back to report the news so that the fleet could prepare to meet the enemy.
But now he just wants to scold the lookout: Can't you explain how big the other party's ship really is?
And the type of boat, how big are the sails......
"It's big......
They are separated!
They're coming!
” "They're huge!
Much older than us......
It's adults and children, no!
” "This is not a ship we can build!"
The commander commanded in a low voice: "Go back to a ship, tell them what is going on here, and relay my words......"
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He looked at the six ships that were approaching in front of him and said firmly: "I will sink to the bottom of the sea with my fleet, and before that, it is impossible for the enemy to sail into the strait!"
Long live the gorse!
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