Chapter 2099 Strait

A strait separates two countries!

When two countries are coveting each other, war is inevitable.

The war that lasted for decades has exhausted both countries, but out of inertia and reluctance to lose and gain benefits, the war has not been interrupted.

At least there is no interruption recognized by the state!

The long journey will eventually stop one day. The two countries have been at peace for several months and have started 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 to 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 long sword, but why did you go to the negotiation table? Tell me, Doc. Do you still want to occupy the land of Frank?"

Behind the two stood several people, all generals of their own country.

Doc took a sip of water and said comfortably: "I heard that there is a magical thing in the country in the East. Drinking it in water can make people communicate with gods. Abel, it is said that you have drunk it?"

"Yes."

Abel said proudly: "Just a little bit, it makes me feel relaxed all over."

"How does it taste?"

"A bit bitter, but very fragrant."

"It's a very strange statement."

Abel thought about it, and then said disappointedly: "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. Only a little bit as big as the palm of the hand is left, but it is unforgettable."

Doc changed the topic and said: "This is one of the reasons why we stopped fighting. Abel, what are you thinking? What do you want? Don't forget that we can launch an attack here at any time."

Abel said coldly: "Yes, but we are ready, and you will continue to suffer failures. 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 sights turned into arrows and pierced their opponents.

Doc was very patient, because the initiative was now in the hands of the Plantagenets, and they still controlled the strait. Even if the big country in the East came, they would only go by sea.

Yes, at present, the people of Taixi believe that if they want to go to the East, they must go by sea.

As for land, think about that damn enemy. After so many years of fighting, they still stand at the junction of the East and the West, blocking the footsteps of Taixi.

But Abel was a little unstable, and Frank was also a little unstable.

After many years of war, Frank's national strength has suffered a lot. If it continues and there is no improvement, according to domestic predictions, Frank will usher in the most critical moment.

Yes, Frank is not confident enough!

So the Ming Dynasty is the weight they use to balance the situation!

"That's a huge country. Do you know Roumi?"

Abel smiled reservedly and said, "Roumi was defeated by Harley in the east, and Harley... was defeated by the Ming Dynasty in the east... Doc, can Plantagenet stop such a country? Franks are no match anyway."

Doc glanced at the Frankish generals behind Abel and found that they all looked relaxed, so he asked tentatively, "Are you connected with the Ming Dynasty?"

Only this possibility can encourage the Franks who are currently in a dilemma.

Abel smiled and said, "Who knows..."

Doc asked tentatively again, "They came here... Do they have a good relationship with Roumi? They were able to come by land."

Abel was still smiling, smiling mysteriously, "Who knows..."

...

The strait split the two countries into two sides. If there was no strait, the Plantagenets would definitely be able to merge with Franks.

Yes, they firmly believed in this assumption.

The warships were cruising outside the mouth of the strait. What Plantagenet was now guarding against was the enemies outside the mouth, and both sides of the middle of the strait had been controlled by them.

Five warships are more than enough for patrol.

So they are very relaxed, and some people even make bets. The loser has to jump into the sea.

The commander stood on the boat and looked around slowly, listening to the rude sailors behind him yelling and cursing with the names of organs, and then the loser was forced to jump down and pulled up with a rope later.

The commander was enjoying the sea breeze, and his body was very stable in the bumps.

"Frank is no longer able to do it. 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 have this virtue, the person who speaks will definitely be in a trance.

The commander was in a trance, as if he was excited by some symptom, with white foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth and dancing with joy.

"... Frank should be smarter, otherwise we will sweep across, we will cross the channel, and then advance by land and sea, let the flag of the Plantagenet fly high!"

"We will control the sea, we will..."

The commander was very unhappy, because those "admiring" eyes had already moved on to someone else, looking behind him.

Do you want me to make things difficult for you?

The commander frowned, thinking about whether his speech just now had lost its vitality and spirit.

"Ship! Ship..."

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 turned around slowly and confidently, and then saw a few black spots.

Lisbon people?

The ambition of Lisbon people to expand abroad cannot be hidden from the Plantagenets. They want to take advantage of the continuous war between the Plantagenets and the Franks to expand themselves and strengthen themselves.

The commander sneered and shouted: "It's Lisbon people! Plantagenet never fears any enemy, never! Meet the enemy!"

The bells were ringing and the flags were flying.

"Plantagenet people, meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

The looseness on the deck was immediately tightened. The sailor who had just climbed onto the ship did not bother to put on clothes and immediately began to prepare to operate the sails.

Long sword, spear... The most important thing is of course the longbow!

Those longbowmen with unusual spines are already in place. They are checking their bows and arrows, and then calmly waiting for the enemy.

The enemy's deck will become a "forest" later, and the commander is convinced of this.

"Attack!"

The commander followed the Plantagenet's offensive spirit and pointed his long sword forward.

The sea breeze blew the sails, and the five warships began to move forward.

The weather today was good, and the sea conditions were also good, so when the distance between the two sides was getting closer, it was easy to observe the movements of the other side.

"Six ships! No, there are three more behind!"

The voice of the lookout gradually became sharper.

"They are so big! So big!"

The commander's face gradually became solemn, and he even thought 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 wanted to scold the lookout: Can't you at least tell me how big the other party's ship is? And the type of ship, how big the sails are...

"So big... They're separated! They're coming!"

"They're huge! Much bigger than us... These are adults and children, no!"

"This is not the type of ship we can build!"

The commander whispered, "Send a ship back, tell them what's going on here, and convey my words..."

He looked at the six ships approaching ahead, and said firmly, "I will sink to the bottom of the sea with my fleet, and before that, the enemy will not be able to enter the strait! Long live Plantagenet!"