In fact, just as Kohler expected, Mertesacker, who was "holding the boat" who was patting his chest and packing tickets, did not fool around with the small broken canoe that was difficult to turn around, but the so-called transport ships he found were ...... How to put it, like the kind of paddle boat that is common in the park's artificial lake, two well-armed men sit in it and are crowded to the board, not to mention that he is stunned to direct the five people to be stuffed, I stared at the waterline that was deep into the side of the boat, and frowned worriedly. *top*point*small* said

"Are you sure you want to take us to the other side in this boat?" I pointed worriedly at the rickety fishing boat, "This thing has to capsize before it can be rowed!" ”

"God forbid! God forbid! Mertesacker hurriedly drew a cross on his chest and muttered the Holy Horn, "My lord! Our shipbuilders are the most taboo to say that word, please pay attention! He said to me with a slight anger, it turns out that no matter ancient or modern, Chinese and foreign, fishermen are all a little superstitious, just like the parents who eat fish during the New Year never mention "turn over" and say "slide over", "Usually those caravans that go to Constance by water are also transported by this kind of boat, in addition to the attaché horses, there are also a lot of heavy goods, rest assured, we have experience." ”

I shrugged helplessly, there was nothing to do now, so I had to do this, "The person who reminds you must be careful, the benefits will not be less for you after the deed, remember?" He patted Mertesacker on the shoulder encouragingly, and the latter excitedly agreed, flattered to receive the Duke's personal encouragement.

At the suggestion of the fishermen, the Nijmegen army chose to set off before the sun rose, because the temperature of the lake was higher than the surrounding environment, and a white morning mist would evaporate. It can be a good way to hide the traces of the arrival of the army. I readily approved their proposal, though not confident in the suddenness of the blow - Nijmegen had been in St. Garne for more than two days, and the Count of Basel on the other side had not heard a word of it.

The morning star is still hanging in the air. The earth fell asleep under the dark curtain that had not yet receded, and the tents and requisitioned slab houses of the Nijmegen began to serve breakfast brightly lit. The recruits are in a hurry to pack their bags, and often just pack their bags and remember that something has fallen behind and have to be reopened; The veterans were methodically wrapped around their leggings, and the experienced ones had prepared their belongings before going to bed last night, and now they had time to grind.

Kohler spread his cleanly wiped chainmail on the bed and turned to examine the polished sword and dagger; Bills helped me get dressed seriously. Meticulously fasten the straps; The sleepy Lukka nested in the corner with his tomahawk in his arms, his heavy forehead dozing off little by little, and the smell of porridge wafting through the crack in the door made him wake up suddenly.

"It's time to eat?" There were traces of saliva at the corners of Luka's mouth. His eyes widened, he stood up with a brush and asked with a snort.

"Glutton, not yet." Bills often makes fun of his fellow countrymen. This time was no exception. "Why don't you go and see how the adult's horse is prepared, if it's good, hurry up and take the long contradiction card or something, so as not to delay the work back and forth."

"Cut, you're smart!" I'm a casual person, and I don't restrain my followers' words and deeds very much, but I think it can be more lively, so I don't shy away from the conversation between them. Lukka muttered as he moved his massive body, each step as if it were going to collapse the thin mansion.

Embarrassed, I lost my spear and shield in a previous battle. The chain mail was also in tatters, and it was a great loss of face for the duke of a dignified country, but fortunately, Dean Bruny generously donated money to buy a set of knightly equipment from Mayor Dellney, who had a collection of knightly equipment from the latter - in fact, there was no need for the old chief to break the bank, and the felony of civilians buying knight's equipment alone was enough to cut off his head without discussion, but people under the roof have to be forgiving and forgiving.

The lamb that made the porridge was provided by the fat mayor in a friendly manner, more or less a bit of a plague god, although he was quite dissatisfied with Nijmegen pulling away most of the young and middle-aged men in the town, but after all, there was still a sharp knife of the "Black Forest" mercenary group hanging over his head, who called St. Gar a free town covered by a monastery? The dean of the people has no opinions, what is the strength of a small mayor?

"This porridge is so delicious...... Luca didn't think it was hot, hissing and gobbling it up, and a pair of eyes from time to time aimed at the big pot of porridge next to him, typically, eating from the bowl and looking into the pot.

The clever Bills saw it clearly, and laughed at his fellow villagers at the top of his voice: "Big-bellied man, don't sink the boat when you're too full, haha......"

"What a word! The Duke is here! Rollo shouted with a fierce face, and the two Basel people immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound.

After a lively breakfast, the Nijmegen army gathered at the dock, Kohler escorted the donkey and horse team carrying supplies in the middle of the night to take the lead under the "Black Forest" mercenary group, and the rest were mostly Nijmegen descendants, with strict military discipline and relatively better command.

"Hurry up! Fast! Rollo temporarily took Kohler's place, urging the grinding soldiers back and forth, and one by one the full boats left the shore and rowed into the vast mist, as if attracted by some unknown force, "It's time to get on board, my lord." The waiter reminded in a whisper.

"Hmm." I jumped onto the boat by the former's shoulder, and the wooden boat couldn't help but moan hoarsely, making the oarsmen nervous, and Bills followed, and Luca was too big, and Rollo arranged for him to take another boat, which made the big man embarrassed.

"Let's go!" A few fishermen waded into the icy water of the lake and pushed our boat away from the dock, and the oarsman shook the wooden oars vigorously, exhaling a white haze that blended into the misty morning fog and disappeared in an instant.

The part I originally designed to pull the wind like the Vikings in the movie could not be staged, and the broken ship under my feet did not have the majestic dragon head logo at all, so I had to make a temporary compromise and step on the side of the ship to look out at the wind, but unfortunately no one applauded in the bitter cold.

"Plop!" Something jumped into the cabin, lightning fast, leaving only shallow ripples on the water, and I almost flipped overboard. "Protect your lordship!" Bills sprang up with a lunge and protected me horizontally, the dagger flashing cold, and the oarsman screamed.

Frightened, I steadied myself and stared carefully at the "uninvited guest" still dancing in the cabin, and when I saw it clearly, my face was half red—the intruder who made us feel like a great enemy was a small fish with the thickness of a finger! "Damn, what a fuss!" I pulled away Bills, who had an exaggerated reaction, and pretended to be calm to relieve myself.

"Oh, little trout, there's a lot of it in the lake, and it's normal to jump up this season." The fisherman-turned-oarsman explained with a smile.

"Uh-huh." I cleared my throat to hide my embarrassment and casually changed the subject, "At this rate, when will we get to Konstanz?" ”

He squinted at the faint shadow of the ship in front of him, "It may take a whole day to walk along the coast, but let's ...... I mean you...... The journey via Reichenau was shortened by a third and took about half a day. "Look at the water in the lake, it's from southeast to northwest, and our fleet can double the speed of the river. ”

I put my hand into the water despite the cold, and sure enough, I felt the slow flow of water, "It's amazing...... Where does such a large lake get its kinetic energy? ”

"The Rhine, Lake Constance is part of the channel, and the water flows upstream near Bregenz and flows out in the west via Lake Winter." "Lake Constance is divided into three parts: the Upper, Uberlinger and Lower Lakes, and the Rhine flows through the Upper and Lower Lakes, bringing an abundance of water, which is why the water does not freeze all year round. Located west of Constance, Lake Uberlinger has the island of Meinau, which faces the lake with its boundless irises and is known as the 'Flower Island', and the lower lake is the part of St. Galle, among which is the island of Lynnau, which is famous for the church of St. George built by the edict of Louis the Pious, haven't you heard of it? ”

"Ahem...... Of course I've heard of it, it's famous. I nodded my head indiscriminately, basically understanding the situation in the vicinity of St. Gart and Constance, "The island of Reichenau that you just mentioned, except for ...... Eh, the pious friars of St. George's Chapel, is there anyone else living on it? ”

"There is a small town, mostly Swabian fugitive slaves, who come here to seek refuge in the church, St. George is a jurisdiction under the Bishop of Constanz, and if the owner of the fugitive slave is chased to the lake, if he does not catch him, he will give the bishop a face, give up the ownership of the serfs, and give it as an offering to the diocese." The oarsman opened the conversation box and slowly became chattering, "Because of such an unwritten rule, there are serfs who drag their families to the island every once in a while, and the palm-sized place is crowded to the board, tsk......"

His words were completely drifting away in the wind, and I looked at the little fish struggling to exhale, and asked worriedly, "Then we won't be found when we pass through Reichenau Island?" ”

"What do you think you're waiting for this fog to get going?" The sun-tanned fishermen smiled and buried their heads in fiddling with their paddles. (To be continued.) )