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A strait separates two countries!
When two countries covet each other, war is naturally inevitable.
The war that has lasted for decades has left both countries somewhat exhausted. However, out of inertia and reluctance to lose the benefits and gain the benefits, the war has not stopped.
???At least there is no interruption recognized by the national level!
The long journey will eventually stop. The two countries have ceased war for several months, and the two sides have begun negotiations.
"We need peace, but we will not refuse to pick up the bow and arrow again, so you should first determine who wins and who loses!"
Doc nodded reservedly towards his negotiating opponent Abel, and then sat down.
Abel was a little annoyed. He patted the table and frowned: "Yes, we will not refuse to pick up the sword, but why did you come to the negotiating table? Tell me Doc. Do you still want to occupy Frank's land?" ?"
Behind the two men stood several people, all of whom were generals from their own countries.
Doc took a sip of water and said happily: "I heard that there is a magical thing in that country in the east. Drinking it by soaking it in water can make people communicate with gods. Abel, I heard that you have drank it?"
"That's right."
Abel said proudly: "Just a little bit makes me feel relaxed all over."
"How is the taste?"
"It's a little bitter, but very fragrant."
"A very strange statement."
Abel thought for a moment, and then said in despair: "It's just a little bit. It is said that they brought it back from Tianfang. A lot of it was destroyed along the way, and only a little bit as big as the palm of your hand is left, but it is unforgettable." .¡±
Doc staggered the topic and said: "This is one of the reasons for our truce. Abel, what are you thinking? What do you want? Don't forget, we can launch an attack here at any time."
Abel said coldly: "Yes, but we are preparing for it, and you will continue to suffer defeats. Frank will win!"
The two of them were silent for a while, and the generals behind them were trying to maintain their demeanor.
So they held their heads high and looked at each other, trying hard to imagine that their sights would turn into arrows and punch holes in their opponents.
Doc is very patient, because now the initiative is in the hands of Plantagenet, and they still control the strait. Even if the great powers from the east come, they will only take the sea route.
Yes, currently the Westerners believe that if they want to go to the East, they must go by sea.
As for the land, think about those damn enemies. After fighting for so many years, they still stand at the junction of the east and west, blocking Taixi's footsteps.
But Abel was a little unsteady, and Frank was also a little unsteady.
After years of war, Frank¡¯s national strength has suffered a great loss. If it continues without improvement, according to domestic predictions, Frank will face its most critical moment.
Yes, Frank¡¯s confidence is insufficient!
So Daming is the weight they use to balance the situation!
¡°That¡¯s a huge country, do you know about meat lovers?¡±
Abel showed a reserved smile and said: "The meat fans were defeated by Harel in the East, and Harel was defeated by the Ming Dynasty in the East Doc, can Plantagenet stop such a country? Anyway, Frank is not opponent."
Doc glanced at the Frank generals behind Abel and found that they all looked relaxed, so he asked tentatively: "Do you have any contact with the Ming Dynasty?"
Only this possibility can encourage the Franks who are currently in trouble.
Abel smiled and said: "Who knows"
Doc asked tentatively again: "They're coming Do they have a good relationship with the meat fans? They can come overland."
Abel was still smiling, and his smile was mysterious: "Who knows"
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The strait splits the two countries into two sides. Without this strait, the Plantagenets would definitely be able to merge with Frank.
Yes, they firmly believe in this hypothesis.
The warships were cruising outside the mouth of the strait. Plantagenet was now guarding against the enemies outside the mouth, and both sides of the middle of the strait were already controlled by them.
Five warships are more than enough for patrol purposes.
So they are very relaxed, some people are even betting, and the loser has to jump into the sea.
The commander stood on the ship and looked around slowly, listening to the rude sailors behind him yelling and cursing names., and then the loser is forced to jump down and be pulled up with a rope later.
The commander was enjoying the sea breeze, his body was stable in the bumps.
"Frank is dying. They are begging us for mercy, but I hate this situation."
The commander was expressing his views on the relationship and situation between the two countries, and naturally someone came to listen.
Listening is a virtue. When more and more people possess this virtue, the person who speaks will definitely become ecstatic.
The commander was in a state of ecstasy, as excited as some kind of symptom, with foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth and dancing.
¡°¡ Frank should be smarter, otherwise we will sweep through, we will cross the channel, and then land and water will march together, let the gorse flag fly high!¡±
"We will control the sea, we will"
The commander was very unhappy because those ¡®adoring¡¯ eyes had moved on and were looking behind him.
Do you want me to give you some shoes to wear?
The commander frowned, thinking back on whether his speech just now had lost his energy and spirit.
"Ship! Boat"
A sailor in front suddenly pointed behind the commander and screamed, his voice was sharp but joyful.
There are only Plantagenet ships here. Since the last war, Frank has lost the ability to compete at sea, so whose ship is this?
The commander slowly turned around confidently, and then saw several black spots.
Lisbon?
The Lisbon people¡¯s ambition for external expansion cannot be hidden from the Plantagenets. They want to take advantage of the continuous war between the Plantagenets and the Franks to expand and strengthen themselves.
The commander sneered and shouted: "It's Lisbon! Plantagenet never fears any enemy, never! Face the enemy!"
The bells are ringing and the flags are flying.
"Porse, meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"
The loose things on the deck were immediately closed up, and the sailor who had just climbed onto the ship did not bother to put on his clothes and immediately began to prepare to operate the sail.
Long sword, spearthe most important thing is of course the long bow!
Those long archers with unusual spines were already in position, checking their bows and arrows, and then calmly waiting for the enemy.
Later, the enemy's deck will become a "forest", the commander has no doubt about this.
"Attack!"
The commander, adhering to the offensive spirit of the Plantagenets, pointed his sword forward.
The sea breeze blew the sails, and the five warships began to move forward.
Today¡¯s weather is good and the sea conditions are not bad, so when the distance between the two sides continues to shrink, it is easy to observe each other¡¯s movements.
"Six ships! No, there are three more behind!"
The sound of the lookout whistle gradually became shriller.
"They are so big! So big!"
The commander's face gradually became serious, and he was even thinking about whether to send a ship back to report the news so that the fleet could be prepared to meet the enemy.
But now he just wants to yell at the lookout: Can't you tell me clearly how big the other party's ship is? Also the type of ship, how big is the sail
"It's so bigthey are separated! They are coming!"
"They are big! Much bigger than us These are adults and children, no!"
¡°This is not the type of ship we can build!¡±
The commander whispered: "Go back to a ship, tell them about the situation here, and convey my words"
He looked at the six ships approaching in front and said firmly: "I will sink to the bottom of the sea with my fleet, and before that, the enemy cannot sail into the strait! Long live Plantagenet!" (Remember Website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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