Chapter 22: Come across the sea

Schwab's hound Bill was enjoying a sumptuous dinner at this time. He squatted under the wooden table and leisurely gnawed at the pig bones thrown by his owner. Perhaps Bill was used to this slightly rough pork, but when he saw Schwab, who was the first time he saw this domestic pig, he was shocked. When he saw the pig raised in the peasant's house, he widened his eyes. Is this kind of thing with hard hair and exposed fangs a domestic pig? This whole big wild boar was thumping.

"Is this a domestic pig?" Schwab turned his head and asked the village chief. The village chief nodded proudly. Only the village chief raised a few such pigs in the entire Mark village. Of course, these pigs cannot be eaten by themselves. This is prepared for the nobles in Mark Castle.

Schwab did not expect that in the Middle Ages, domestic pigs were so backward, and they just raised wild boars in pens. These so-called domestic pigs were extremely aggressive. When the anxious domestic pigs began to hit the wooden fence and made a sound, the scene was the same as dealing with a wild boar in the jungle.

But no matter what, the meat of these domestic pigs was not only rough, but they tasted good. After Schwab finished eating the pork on the plate, he sat in front of the fireplace with Princess Mary's letter to start reading. At this time, the cold wind in the north had begun to invade south. The nobles could sit in front of the warm fireplace with moisture-proof hay under their feet, while the poor serfs could only curl up beside the fire and endure the freezing and starving. Schwab ordered the opening of his forest so that the serfs and civilians in Mark could collect firewood to prepare for the winter

Schwab looked at Princess Mary's letter, which told the story of the Ruvets attacking the outposts set up on the coast. Duke Han Ruowei was not unprepared for the Ruvets. His family established many coastal outposts in a century. These coastal outposts have the same functions as the Great Wall of China. The beacons set up can be transmitted to make Han Ruowei know that the Ruowei people landed there and gathered troops to prepare in advance, but this time it was beyond the Duke's expectations.

The northern seas in autumn become violent and changeable under the blowing of the cold wind, but at this time the foggy sea becomes quiet and peaceful. People who stay by the sea all year round know that this is not a good thing in general. Fishermen will stop fishing and return to their simple shacks, because going out to sea at this time is tantamount to suicide. At this time, the sea is in the tranquility before the storm.

"Hi, old lame, nothing can be seen here." On the wooden whistle tower, a soldier wearing leather armor exuded an unpleasant smell said to his companions. This leather armor is made of sticky animal feces, so only these subordinate soldiers would choose it.

"The thick fog covers the sea surface and can't see anything." Another old man with wrinkles on his shriveled face. He looked at the sea surface with his muddy eyes. The wet fog dripped his hair and said, sniffing the salty and wet air.

"Okay, let's find a place to roast the fire. You're wet like a fish I just caught, haha." The young soldier sat down and poured the inferior ale in his skin into his throat. He thought that no one could cross the sea in the storm, and those Ruvids would definitely wait until the weather improved.

"Be careful, boy."

"Hmph, then you continue to watch with your old eye. I'm going to sleep for a while." The young soldier fell asleep with his long spear and leaned against the pillar of the whistle. The whistle became quiet. After a while, the wind began to blew violently, and huge waves were stirred up in the sea. Heavy rain and lightning circling and flying over the dark sky.

A dozen nautical miles away from the sentry tower, a group of dragon-headed warships made of solid fir trees were moving forward under the strong arms of the Novede warriors. The waves threw these narrow warships on top of each ship, and the bow of each ship had a bravest and strongest warrior shouting loudly against the waves.

"Scroll hard, look, the great Thor is flying over us. He waved the hammer of Thor, predicting the victory of the war to us." The warrior wiped the sea water on his face, and the cold sea water hit him, making the bear skin wet on his body, but he didn't realize that he was just waving his battle axe. Lightning flashed over the dark sky, and the fog made people unable to see the direction. This scene was like the end of the world, which could scare any warrior, but these warriors definitely did not include the warriors. They were wearing horned helmets and rowed the warship silently, breaking through waves after wave, and the waves submerged them for a while and lifted them up high.

In the highest drop, some warships were smashed, but more warships broke through the storm, and they were advancing to the opposite coast, as if the terrible storm was not destroying them, but a celebration of victory. They took off their clothes in excitement, exposed their strong muscles, shaking their golden hair, shook their heads of water, and howled at lightning, because they knew Thor admired the warriors and hated the weak.

When it was about to approach the coast, experienced navigators sent a signal, and all the soldiers kept quiet. They were quiet like tigers, looking at their prey, and approaching the past very carefully. Today is a good day because the thick fog is helping them a lot, which is a gift from God Odin.

When the dragon-headed warship touched the soft beach on the coast, several Ruvid warriors jumped carefully off the warship, while the others were anxious, but they were still patiently waiting because they were under the mail tower on the rock.

"Damn it, it's too cold here, there's still a long cold night to pass." The young soldier didn't realize the danger. After all, he stood up and moved his limbs, which were numb and frozen for a while. He walked to the side of the wardrobe and untied his pants and took out his work. A stinky and smelly water column rushed down, sprinkling the helmet of a warrior under the wardrobe. The sound made everyone stop moving. They waited quietly. After a moment, they finally stopped moving. They continued to move forward.

"Hey, you come and keep an eye on it. I'm going to sleep for a while, and my knees start to hurt again." The old soldier couldn't see the foggy coast clearly, so he had to have someone replace him.

"Come on, you have to follow me. I told you that no one will be today." The young soldier was about to scold the other party, but he suddenly found a black shadow jumping in. His thick body was definitely not his own. He exclaimed, "Enemy attack, enemy attack."

With a scream, something seemed to fly over his ear. Behind him, the sound of a blunt weapon chopping into the flesh, and a scream, he could hear the old lame man who liked to find fault with him.

"No, no, no." The young soldier who was suddenly attacked retreated, without even the courage to grab his weapon. He saw the majestic figure walking to him, holding up a battle axe in the lightning, and slashing it hard at his head.

The wardrobe was captured and it did not play its role as it should have. When the local garrison knew that it was attacked, it was already the next day that the army of the Ruvets had successfully landed. Thousands of majestic Ruvets wearing cow horned helmets and animal skins gathered on the coast. They transported the supplies from the Dragon-headed Warship, and then sent battle axe light cavalry to investigate the terrain everywhere.

"My king, we have successfully landed. What should we do next?" Sauron said to King Regod. The strong old king was not tired of the journey. He walked into the tent he had just built, and several leaders were waiting for him, and they were about to discuss how to take the next move.

"Attack the countryside of these southerners, try to destroy and plunder their supplies, anger their dukes, and fight here." King Regod pointed hard somewhere on the map. Although this map was rough, it was the crystallization of the wisdom of the merchants of Novede.

"Fight in the forest?" Sauron said, touching his beard and braids.

"Yes, their knights are not good at fighting in the forest, but we are good at it."

“Not bad, very good.”

"agree."

"Agree." The leaders unanimously passed the battle plan of King Regod without objection. The rest was to do a big fight. The cold winter was coming. If we could plunder as many wealthy southerners as possible, it would be a very good thing. This is also one of the main reasons why everyone agreed to declare war on Han Ruowei.

"Your Majesty, how far are we going to fight?" Sauron whispered to King Regod after the leaders dispersed.

"Until they admit defeat." King Regod would not engage in a protracted battle. He understood that he needed to win several battles, so that these weak southern nobles would admit defeat and fight for the greatest benefit for their ethnic group.

"I understand, oh, what should I do if there is a princess?"

"Girls just make noises and will definitely be very quiet when they see her again." When King Regod was about to go to war, the princess Sari clamored to follow the king to war, but King Regod certainly would not allow such a thing to happen. Although the Ruvid people had female warriors, Sari was the pearl in the hands of King Regod. If an accident happened, it would be like to win.

However, this kind father did not know that his daughter was hiding in the expedition.
Chapter completed!