Dozens of ships of all kinds were neatly lined up in the nearly half-mile-wide wharf bay, including large cargo Clark ships, Clark battle crews, small Galen armed escort ships, Calais ships, and Kirk ships. The masts of countless ships stood high in the blue sky like the spears of Swiss pikemen. A closer look shows that there were at least 7 French warships lined up horizontally in the bay. On the other hand, there are so many ships that it is impossible to count how many ships there are.

Baldwin, wearing a friar's hood, kept his eyes on the ships in the bay and whispered, "Nun, it looks like there are more than 30 warships here. ”

Isabel Walton, who was on one side, didn't look at Baldwin, but watched the ships and whispered, "Perhaps, there weren't so many before we arrived." It seems that Francis I was ready to attack England. ”

"Well, you must inform Your Highness and Lord Lyle of this news."

"Get out of here."

With that, Isabel led the two of them along the road on the dock towards the left front. One reason was to avoid the attention of the French patrolling army, and the other was to observe the exact number of French warships from another angle. At this time, a patrol of 30 spearmen walked along the road at a constant speed in the direction of the three men.

"They found us?!" Fast spoke nervously as he stared at the patrol sergeant who was getting closer and closer in his direction. With his right hand, he couldn't help but feel the saber underneath the monk's robe.

Isabel raised her head slightly, and looked at the patrol with her eyes hidden under the hood, still walking calmly on the road without any superfluous movements. He glanced at Fast, who was walking on the outermost side, and whispered, "Wait, the French haven't discovered us yet!" Keep going! ”

As he spoke, the patrol had already walked to the left of the three of them, and Isabel and the others were still walking slowly on the road. When the patrol passed by the outermost Fast, he only felt a lot of sweat oozing from his forehead, and even his palms were full of sweat. Holding back the thought of killing the patrol sergeant, he buried his head and hid his hands in his wide sleeves, staring at the heels of Isabel who was walking ahead.

Soon, the dock patrol team was moving farther and farther in the direction behind the trio. As the three of them slowly approached a plaza on the left in front of the pier, Isabel stopped. In order to better detect the number of French ships, she decided to make herself a real missionary.

As the three of them stood in the square, Isabel kept making religious salutes to all sorts of people passing by, saying over and over again, "May God bless you." words. Of course, in the face of the salute of the three "missionaries", the townspeople who passed by them also returned the salute and said some words of gratitude to God.

After some time like this, Isabel stopped saluting passers-by. Raise your head and gaze at the warships lined up longitudinally in the bay. Glancing at the warships from right to left, she noticed that the various warships in the bay were arranged on 10 sides. After careful calculations, he came to the conclusion that there were no less than 70 French warships moored in the bay.

"Damn the French, 70 warships are moored in such an inconspicuous port town?! If it were indeed 400 ships, there would have been five or six such ports to anchor all the ships participating in the attack. Isabel stood motionless on the dock, but her brain was racing.

"With so many ships, I'm afraid they can't be sunk by artillery for a while." Thinking of this, she looked towards the exit of the port in front of her left, and thought to herself, "The entrance to the port is a little smaller. If you let Henry's or Lord Lyle's flagship sail to the mouth of the sea, you can easily get trapped. ”

"There is also an uncertain factor, whether there will be reefs or small islands under the sea at the mouth of the sea."

"It seems that another plan needs to be developed to wipe out most of the French ships."

At this moment, she, Baldwin and the other two guards only had one day to spy on the enemy's intelligence. Because they are in the enemy's territory and control, the longer they stay, the more dangerous they become. Therefore, she needs to pass on the information she has spied on to the two commanders who are staying on the flagship before sunset today.

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Today's lunch was settled in a tavern near the square. Since most of the people who entered and exited the tavern were sailors, gunners, and craftsmen on the ships, the three Isabel sat quietly at a table near the window, silently eating French bread, cheese, vegetable porridge for the inferior, and ale.

At this moment, two giggling French sergeants walked towards the door of the tavern, hugging each other. As the two of them passed by the table of the three Isabelles, one of the sergeants nudged the other for some reason. The other sergeant did not dodge his partner's push, and took a few steps backwards. "Phew!" With a thud, the sergeant's buttocks slammed into the table of the three men.

Several plates and wine glasses on the table were violently shaken and fell back onto the table. At this time, Fast finished drinking the ale and placed the empty wine glass on the table. The empty wine glass on the table was suddenly hit by an external force and fell from the table to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Fast watched the wine glass fall to the ground and involuntarily cursed.

The sergeant who bumped into the table slowly turned around and looked down at Fast who had spoken, stared at the other party with a puzzled gaze and said a word in French, "Monk, you... Is English spoken? ”

And the sergeant who was pushing his partner also came over and asked his partner, "Brother, what's going on?" ”

"Brother, does this monk speak English?"

"You idiot, a monk is a person who practices in a monastery, and of course he speaks many languages."

Isabel, who was sitting opposite Fast, thought that she could not wait any longer, so she quickly stood up and walked up to the two sergeants and saluted, and then spoke in French, "Sergeant, do you have any questions for Brother Gephtha who came with me?" ”

The questioning sergeant looked at her face, smiled and said, "Nun, I didn't expect you to be such a beautiful nun. ”

Isabel grinned slightly, "Sergeant, you must repent of your sins with all your heart, change your past mistakes, and ask God to listen to your prayers." ”

Probably because of the extra ale, the younger sergeant smiled and nodded, "Nun, I confess to God every night and ask the soul of Christ to sanctify my soul. However, I always had the face of a beautiful woman in my head. Nun, what do you think I should do? ”