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Tang Zhaozong bought edamame and everything, and then he and Empress He cleaned all these things.

Then, Tang Zhaozong began to cook, what star anise, fennel, tangerine peel, salt and other things, he got into the pot in one go.

Empress He said: "Your Majesty, you seem to be in a hurry. ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, and I have to be anxious." ”

Empress He said: "The more such a major event happens, the more you must be determined, so that you can handle a country's major affairs well." As the monarch of the Tang Empire, you must not be angry and anxious about trivial matters. ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "Thank you, just now I was concerned about chaos, but now with your reminder, I am much better." ”

Suddenly, Jovayoz heard a dull thom beneath his feet, and the smell of sulfur permeated the surroundings.

A thought flashed through his mind. He ran to the hatch and pulled open the hatch: the depths of the cabin were burning.

At this moment, "Go back to the ship!" Go back to the ship! The shouts resounded throughout the front.

Everyone climbed back to the ship, faster than they had ever jumped, and Jovajoz was the first to jump down, and now he was the last to return.

No sooner had he stepped onto the side of the flagship than the deck on which he had been standing exploded in the fire.

At this time, it was like there were twenty volcanoes erupting, and every dinghy, every dhow, every big ship, was a crater. The French fleet had a large carrying capacity, as if looking down on a sea of fire.

The order to cut the cables, to smash the chains, to cut the grappling hooks had been given, and the sailors rushed to the sail with agility, always in the minds of those who believed that they could be saved by agility.

But there are so many things to cut; The grappling hooks thrown by the enemy on the French fleet may be able to be cut, but there are also grappling hooks thrown from the French fleet and placed on the enemy's ships.

Twenty great noises rang out from the ground; The ribs of the French warships were shaking, and the bottom of the ships was groaning.

The cannons, which turned out to be defending the embankment, were filled with ammunition and were abandoned here by the Antwerp people, and as the fire reached them, they exploded on their own, destroying everything that was in the direction the muzzle was pointing blindly.

The flame climbed up the mast like a serpent, wrapped around it, and then used its sharp tongue to lick the bronze side of the French warship.

Dressed in intarsia armor with gold threads, he was calm and majestic, issuing orders in a sea of fire, much like the salamanders with countless scales on their bodies in mythology, and with every movement, a spark was shaken.

But soon the explosions became more frequent, more violent, more frightening, it was no longer the cannon exploding, but the ammunition compartment was on fire, it was the warship itself exploding.

When Joeva Yoz tried to sever the deadly link that bound him to the enemy, he fought for his life, but now there was no hope of success: the flames had reached the French ships, and every time an enemy ship exploded, a shower of fireworks fell on his deck.

But this fire, this fire, this merciless fire, just went out here, and went up there, burning more and more, until the water of its brine was swallowed up.

The ships of the Antwerps were blown up one after another, and the ship barriers were already breached; But instead of moving on, the French warships were caught in a sea of fire, dragged behind by the debris of the burned-out fire-attacking ships that had embraced the French warships with their flames.

Knowing that it would never be possible to fight again, Ruvayoz ordered all the sampans to be lowered into the water and rowed to the left bank to land.

The order was transmitted to the other warships through a loudspeaker, and those who did not hear it instinctively had the same thoughts.

The whole fleet, even the last sailor, was on the sampan, and Jovajoz left the deck of his brig.

His composure seemed to restore everyone's composure: each of his sailors had an axe or a broadside knife in his hand.

Before he reached the riverbank, the flagship blew up, and the flames of the explosion illuminated the outline of the city on one side and the vast river on the other, and it opened wider and wider, and finally disappeared into the sea.

By this time, the cannons on the ramparts had stopped firing: it was not that the intensity of the fighting had slowed down, but on the contrary, it was because the Flandreux and the French had entered into a face-to-face confrontation, and neither could open fire on these men without injuring them.

The Calvinist cavalry had also thrown themselves into the charge, and performed a miracle: with the swords of the cavalry, they broke through the enemy's ranks, and under the iron hooves of the horses, the enemy was trampled; But the Flandreux, wounded and on the ground, were also slicing open the belly of their horses with broadswords.

Although the cavalry charge was brilliant and the French column began to be a little confused and stagnant, a steady stream of fresh troops poured out from all the gates to rush towards the army of the Duke of d'Anjou.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony of shouts, almost audible at the foot of the wall. The flanks of the Antwerpians sounded "Anjou! Anjou! France! France! A terrible shock shook the ranks of the people of Antwerp, driven by those who had made them rush forward with all their might, so dense that those in the front row had no choice but to go forward.

The operation was carried out by Ruvajoz, and these shouts were made by the sailors. Fifteen hundred men, armed with axes and broadswords, under the leadership of Jovayoz (someone brought him a horse that had lost its owner), suddenly lunged at the Flandreux; They were to avenge the burning fleet, and the two hundred brothers who burned and drowned.

Without picking a battle formation, they rushed towards the first group of men who recognized the enemy by their language and clothing.

No one is as good as Ruvajoz makes the longsword; His wrists swirled like steel-cast windmills, and each sword slashed off a head, and each sword pierced an enemy.

The Flandreux army that Joeva Joules encountered was wiped out like a grain of wheat being eaten by a swarm of ants.

The sailors, intoxicated by the victory in the first battle, rushed forward bravely.

At the time of their landing, the Calvinist cavalry was surrounded by a swarm of enemies and gradually became overwhelmed, but the infantry of the Count de Saint-Enignan was still engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Flandreux.

The prince saw the burning of the fleet, but all he saw was a fire far away, and he heard the sound of cannons and the explosions of ships, but he did not suspect anything else, but thought that it was a fierce battle between the two sides, and that the other side should naturally end in the victory of Jovajoz. How can it be believed that a few of Flandreux's ships can only compete with the French fleet!

(End of chapter)

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