"Oh?" Phoenix looked at the old man beside him with interest, "If you were the commander of the fleet, how would you fight this battle?" ”

"If I were the commander, I would never act like this. First of all, I will select a few clippers to go deep into Wangfeng Harbor and examine them carefully, probing the truth and the truth, rather than rushing into it rashly. He had mentioned this to Phoenix, and the commander-in-chief of the fleet thanked him politely, but his eyes were not so friendly.

To be fair, Dylan's idea was not without reason, but he didn't understand that Phoenix wanted not a process but a victory, a victory of quick reaction.

Before he came, Coman had a big fight with himself, he didn't want me to leave Neverwinter, he was afraid that the lords who coveted his throne would take advantage of him, I wanted to prove to him that I had the ability to fight alongside him, and at the same time lose absolute control of Neverwinter!

It's a pity that the sea breeze has not been good. On the day of sailing, two small boats ran aground and sank in Broken Ship Bay, a bad start. Then another battleship sank in the Catbite Strait. In the process of entering the throat, the fleet was attacked by a storm, the queue broke up, and some ships were even blown to the horns. By the time they reached a section where the currents were gentle, and they had been regrouped under the shadow of the ridge of Cape Mawei, a whole dozen boats were missing, and to make matters worse, they had been delayed for too long.

I can't be blamed for that. Phoenix thought. Behind him, fifty ships, nearly twenty thousand knights, hussars, and freeriders, their heavily armored horses and twelve-foot spears sunk the ship's side and slowed its march. Koman and his subordinates camped on the west bank of Crescent City and waited, presumably boiling with helpless anger and wondering where he had taken his fleet.

"Hold the line! I heard the trumpets of the enemy! Dylan shouted. A gust of sea breeze tugged at his old green cloak, and he wore no armor, only a leather vest, and a round helmet resting at his feet. He always said that at sea, heavy armor not only does not save people from fire and water, but kills them. Phoenix doesn't see it that way, he has to pay attention to his appearance at all times, just like himself, the armor on his body flashes brightly, like a god descending to earth.

Beyond the battle, Phoenix overlooks Crescent City towering over a cliff, its black buildings close to the lemon-colored sky, and below it is the gate to the sea. On the opposite side, the black pressure was full of large and small ships, and when they saw the fleet appear, they were in a commotion like ants that had exploded their nests.

They're afraid of me! Phoenix thought happily. What better weapon than the fear of the enemy?

"See," Phoenix called the herald and told him to give his command: signal a general attack. The beautiful sandrider boy laughed, "No matter how well equipped they are, they are just a rabble. ”

Dylan stared at the sea opposite, watching the ships of Crescent City scatter one after another, as if the horse's hooves crashed into the sand and stirred up the grains, they spread as far as possible on the sea surface, forming an encirclement trend, which couldn't help but the old captain gasped, "They are not scattered at all, they are luring the enemy deeper," he turned to Phoenix, "Put down your pride, my Grand Commander, the ships on the other side have their own tactics, I don't know who is commanding the navy in Crescent City, anyway, they have a plan, if we rush forward again, The consequences can only be a mid-term plan! ”

"Don't forget that you are my advisor and guide," Phoenix bared his teeth at old Dylan viciously, "if we lose the battle, you won't be better!" Now, put away your gloating expression, and give me a way, if I can't think of a way, I'll let you taste the taste of a bloody arrow piercing your heart! ”

Dylan swallowed, he had seen Phoenix kill people with magic, a cruel magic he had never seen before, forcing human blood out of his body, tearing pores all over his body, blood flowing backwards, and finally turning into a pale corpse. Of course he doesn't want to be like that, the reason why Dylan has been able to mix in the stormy sea for so many years has his own way to get out, now is not the time to argue with Phoenix, taking care of the present is the key, once the battle starts, who will care about his whereabouts.

Thinking of this, Dylan looked up at the flag on the mast, "It's a south wind right now, but because the fleet uses oars to change sails, the movement will not be affected." We're going to follow the tide for a long time, but do you see," he said, pointing to the merchant and fishing ships that were getting closer, "those are obviously pirate ships, they're here to rob and fight us, so we have to take full action, either he dies or I live." ”

"Hmph, do you think I came all the way to pretend to be a family wine with them?" Phoenix glared at the old captain, "Fighting naturally has to be desperate, and people have to die, and there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

"Okay, I'll spread our ships apart and counter-encircle the enemy," Dylan glanced at Phoenix worriedly, "but that would consume a lot of arrows and ammunition, and there would be time." ”

"I want to rush over and get into the battle as much as I can." Phoenix stared impatiently at the approaching cliff. They are so tall, even if we win the battle, how are we going to get up, will the enemy army in Crescent City sit idly by and let us climb their walls?

"As you wish." Dylan bowed deeply to Phoenix, turned around and gave the order, "Speed up!" ”

Through the surging white foam and neat beating, the drum beat more urgently, and the speed of the oars immediately followed, and the leaves flew over the water, hi-yo-poof, hi-yo-poof. On deck, the infantry struck their shields with their swords, and the archers quickly set up their bowstrings and drew their arrows from their quivers at their waists. The first battle column blocked the view, and Phoenix had to walk around the deck in order to observe. So far, he found no trace of the iron cables, and the gates opened unobstructed in front of him, as if they were about to swallow them all.

Could this really be a trap? Waiting for us to drill in.

For a moment, Phoenix hesitated, but immediately regained his confidence, Coman was waiting for me in the city, how could these little fish and shrimp stop me from meeting him.

He raised his hand to block out the sun and looked carefully at the stone wall. They were too thick, and their surfaces had been washed by centuries of waves as smooth as mirrors, and there were not many guards to hide. They dug a plank through the walls, and he saw at once that this would make the stone walls difficult to attack: the defenders of Crescent City had placed crossbowmen on the inner walls, so that they could shoot the ships under the city if they were close enough.

As the ship passed through the gates of Crescent City, something glittered in the swirling and roaring waters of the seabed. It was the reflection of sunlight on iron, and Dylan knew it at a glance. A giant iron cable...... However it did not rise to stop us from entering the river. Why is that?

He was trying to figure it out, but time was running out. There was a shout from the battleship ahead, and the battle horn sounded again: the enemy is coming!

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