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England is in turmoil, and the territory of France, which looks a little dangerous.

At present, England has only two territories in France, apart from the Normandy Islands, Boulogne and Calais, and, of course, the newly occupied Port Francico.

For the English to occupy the port of Franceco, this rich and oily harbor, King Henry II of France couldn't help but be annoyed with the English, and even the corners of his mouth foamed.

Just last September, Henry II borrowed heavily and recruited a large number of mercenaries from Germany and Switzerland, with a total strength of 10,000 men.

Under his personal leadership, the French army gathered outside the port of Franceco and stormed the city walls.

In Europe, the richer the city, the stronger the urban defense system, the more food is stored, and if the defenders are strong, it will be like playing for half a year.

And it just so happened that Francico City was like this, if it was not a port city, and the defenders lost their courage, the British army would not have been so easy to occupy the first port on the west coast of France, the second port city of France.

In this regard, Henry II was well aware that in the absence of his own navy, he lost the right to control the sea, and the French army carried out endless attacks on the port of Franceco.

However, without the powerful artillery of later generations, the current shelling is nothing more than an itch for the fortified city of Francico, killing at most a few unlucky people.

"Boom~" The roar of artillery rang out outside the city of Franceco, and then, the city wall clearly felt the feeling of being impacted, and several small craters were concave on the surface of the city wall.

If someone looks closely, the walls of Franceco's city are already densely pitted, like pockmarks on a person's face, and I am afraid that I will go crazy if I look at it with dense phobia.

"Your Majesty, the shelling is over!" A nobleman dressed in fancy clothes bent down, put away the binoculars in his hand, and said respectfully to Henry II, who was sitting behind him on a chair carved with beautiful patterns.

"Oh! Got it, what's going on? Henry II opened his eyes and asked in a whisper.

"It's still the same, the walls are intact!" The nobleman bent down and whispered in Henry II's ear.

"Yes, I know!" Henry II's expression was indifferent, as if he was used to it, "You go down first!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The nobles left the tent as quickly as if they had been granted amnesty, fearing that Henry II would change his mind.

No sooner had he left the tent than the king's roar and the sound of things smashing could be heard from the tent.

He couldn't help but shrink his neck, and his eyes jumped with the brilliance of rejoicing.

Henry II's temper was well-known throughout France, from the local aristocracy to the city dwellers, and the king's temper was widespread everywhere.

In particular, in the last month, the siege of the city of Francico has been getting longer and longer, and the results achieved have become smaller and smaller, and after each shelling, his majesty will lose his temper, and even a nobleman, if he is not careful, will be scolded to the blood.

As for why the siege attack was not carried out, the main reason was that the casualties were too great.

In the face of this obvious death-defying behavior, the mercenaries stopped coming forward after being fooled a few times, and of course money was not as important as life.

Seeing this, two months later, Henry II directly disbanded half of the mercenaries, leaving only some German mercenaries with strong combat effectiveness of 5,000 people, and Swiss mercenaries who were resolute and not afraid of death.

At this time, in the city of Francico, Major Charles was stationed there, but he was sitting comfortably on a chair covered with blankets, and he still drank the green tea in his hand indifferently when he heard the sound of shelling in his ears, and kept snorting a few times in his mouth.

"Sure enough, this tea is still pretty good to drink, I don't understand, you don't like it!"

"What a waste! Gee! You nobles, it's really incomprehensible! ”

Major Charles glanced at Major James, who was at ease, and let out infinite emotion.

I don't know why, since drinking this king's tea, he has fallen in love with this bitter and then sweet drink.

And this is so consistent with his life and deeds!

Born as a commoner, he sat up from an ordinary sailor at the age of fifteen, stayed up for nearly ten years, and after saving a nobleman's son, he began to rise to prominence, and finally at the age of thirty-five, he became the backbone of the English navy.

It can be said that, in addition to the Secretary of the Navy and the Naval Affairs Committee, as well as several associate ministers, he and Major James are almost the future leaders of the Navy.

Major James shook his head disdainfully, for a noble kid like him, who had a golden key in his mouth, his favorite was honey and other sweet tastes.

He only barely drank a few sips of this drink called tea when he was dining with the nobles in London, and stayed away from it the rest of the time.

"Charles, His Majesty has sent me to ask, how long can you hold on to the city of Franceco?"

James pursed his lips at Major Charles's contrived words and asked directly.

"Of course!" Major Charles smiled smugly and said lightly, his gaze turned to the outside of the city, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"As long as you send more soldiers and food, it won't matter how long you keep watch!"

When Major James heard this, he nodded, agreeing with Major Charles's words, there is no shortage of people and supplies, and with the fortified city, it is indeed difficult for the French to capture.

"Mr. Major, I bring you bad news, His Majesty the King has decided to abandon the city of Francico!"

James looked at Major Charles with a hint of worry in his eyes and said softly.

"I know, I'll be ready to evacuate!"

Who knew that Charles actually accepted the news directly and calmly, which surprised James.

You know, Charles has been guarding for three months, and suddenly saying that he wants to evacuate will be a little uncomfortable, but he looks indifferent.

Major Charles, on the other hand, was already aware of the current predicament.

Although the city of Francico seemed impregnable, he knew that the day was not far off, that the number of dead and wounded had reached more and more in three months, that reinforcements were dwindling, and that news of the turmoil in England had reached his ears.

The most important thing is that England will not do a losing business.

After three months of occupation of the city of Francico, not only did it not collect any taxes, but it also had to send troops to maintain order and deliver enough food to keep the city alive.

Moreover, the undercurrent of Francico City is surging, and most of the troops have to maintain order in the city.

Let's put it this way! The capture of the city of Francico outweighs the losses, and a port city without trade is a ruined city.

Seeing this, this city that is destined to be lost, of course, has to be more profitable.

"So, Monsieur Baron, don't you know that this beautiful city will end up in the hands of the Spaniards?"

Major Charles blinked, stay here, his news is closed, he is not clear about this big matter.

"At the moment, the Spaniards are hesitant to take over the city, and they have a bit of reluctance about this dowry!"

Major James thought for a moment, and then expressed his understanding.

"I think it's going to go back to the French in the end!"