The next day, we set out on the return journey to London. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The road from the Scottish Highlands to London was not easy to walk, passing through countless hills and jungles, and it took Zheng Fei half a month to lead a huge army of knights to the meeting point, the mouth of the Thames River.

And these days, the king of England has been waiting for Zheng Fei to return.

He never put Santiago to death, because for him, Santiago was more valuable alive than dead.

He would go to the docks every day, interrogating each fleet that had just arrived in London one by one, asking them if they had seen Zheng Fei's fleet during the voyage, and the answer was unanimously no.

In this way, he knew that Zheng Fei did not cross the Atlantic Ocean to return to the European continent, after all, the major ports on the European continent have trade contacts with London, and there are countless fleets passing by the route every day, so a large fleet is extremely eye-catching, and it is impossible not to be discovered.

Just a few days ago, his speculation was further confirmed, and he was thrilled to see a large number of warships anchored at the mouth of the Thames.

However, he knew the details of the English Navy, and the so-called Royal Navy was in front of those giant ships, and the only result was to be buried at the bottom of the sea in an instant, and it would also alarm the other party.

Therefore, we can only wait for the fleet to dock, and then mobilize troops to take it.

He was waiting, using Diao Min's mouth to spread the news that Santiago was about to be hanged, silently waiting for Zheng Fei to bring people back.

In the evening, he stood on the top floor of the royal castle, his hands behind his back and gazing at the Thames at sunset, everything was so orderly.

"Your Majesty, it's been almost twenty days, will those people really come back?" the chief of the guard would see him standing here every day, thinking, very bored.

"Be patient, George. He twisted his neck, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "I will definitely come back, otherwise that fleet will not stay at the mouth of the sea and not leave." ”

"But your Majesty, what do you want that fleet for? and we seem to be a bit despicable......

"What do you know!" the king scolded, his head held high and his eyes were filled with endless desire: "I will conquer Scotland, conquer Ireland, conquer France, conquer all of Europe!"

Whoever it is, you can smell the extreme of fanaticism in his tone.

The chief guard wrinkled his eyebrows, gasped silently, wanted to say something, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed it back.

Guy who doesn't think he's going to be able to do anything. The chief guard meditated in his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The king did not notice the sneer of the chief of the guard, or perhaps he did not care.

He still stares at the sunset, admiring the beauty of the afterglow on the earth, which is his country, his territory.

"Go, reinforce the defenses of the Tower of London, send heavy troops to watch over the black crows, and never let what happened last time happen again. He ordered in a deep voice.

......

At the mouth of the Thames, Zheng Fei said a few words to Ares, and then led the knight legion along the riverside to the city of London.

It doesn't sound far, but it's actually a hundred kilometers away, and it takes a long time to walk.

Occasionally, merchant ships passing in and out of London would pass by the river, and the sailors on them lay on the guardrails in surprise, curiously looking at the endless procession, and wondering if England was going to war again, and there were so many soldiers.

"Hey, they're sword and shield soldiers?"

"No, don't you think, their heavy swords and posture are like a noble knight. ”

"Uh... And what about their horses?"

Excluding the elderly, women, and children, the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table were about 150,000 who could take part in the battle, and of course it was impossible for all of them to have war horses, and the number of horses they raised was only about 20,000, and the most elite knights were selected to control them.

The sailors whistled and shouted at the shore.

Zheng Fei feared that the passers-by might spread the news to London and alert the enemy, so he deflected the team away from the riverside.

By the end of the night, they were less than twenty kilometers away from London, and Zheng Fei decided to let everyone stop and rest for the night to recuperate.

As England had been harassed by foreign enemies from Ireland in recent years, most of its troops had been moved to the border, and the total number of troops stationed near London was less than 80,000.

Eighty thousand people is a very large number in this era, and the king is sure that these 80,000 people are more than enough to equalize Zheng Fei's fleet, so he did not transfer troops from other places, after all, he has only been on the throne for a few years, and the situation everywhere is not very stable, and the army needs to suppress it.

He didn't even expect that a wave of knight legions composed of more than 100,000 people was approaching......

What's even more terrifying is that these hundreds of thousands of people are all descendants of the Knights of the Round Table who have carried their faith and mission, since the fall of the legend of King Arthur, which has lasted for thousands of years, and the only thing they have done except find a way to make a living is to train, and they have been training constantly.

It can be said that their combat effectiveness is no less than that of the elite Praetorian Guards guarding London, and the Royal Knights' Legion, which symbolizes nobility and glory.

In the quiet of the night, Zheng Fei lay on the grass, cocking Erlang's legs to look at the stars.

His hand has never left the sword of the king, and there seems to be an indescribable magic power in it, which makes people reluctant to let go.

Around him, the knights exchanged dry food and water, gulping and gobbling up food was somewhat poignant.

"Commander... "Bert tried to speak but choked, and it took a long time for him to recover.

"Slow down. Zheng Fei smiled lightly: "Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing... I want to ask, where are we going after saving your friend?"

Zheng Fei has answered similar questions countless times, and his answer has always been: go to a land that no one has ever been to.

But this time, he laughed and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Anything, even if you die in battle. Bert smiled.

This smile made Zheng Fei feel unprecedentedly down-to-earth.

Whether it was Santiago's smile or Hans's amusement, he never felt this way.

Perhaps, this is the people created by obsession and faith, who are loyal and brave, abide by the teachings of their ancestors, and follow Merlin, King Arthur, and the sword of kings without distraction.

Oh~ Spartan warriors are also products of faith, but the difference is that Spartans do not laugh and exchange poor emotions for supreme force.

"Don't worry, you'll have a good life. Zheng Fei patted him on the shoulder and smiled reassuringly.

Some of the knights were left to stand guard, and the rest fell into a deep sleep one after another, and the cool evening breeze swept through their ears, and it seemed that it had brought the hustle and bustle of the city of London.

The next day, dawn broke.

The knights, who had rested for a few hours, quickly turned over and got up after the commander's order, and simply woke up, and then set out on the journey again.

When they were only two kilometers from London, they were discovered by the sentries on the tower.

"Hey Bronco, go tell the Praetorian Guards!