After receiving William's order, the commander of the Dirk fleet began to assemble at the port of Le Havre in the Count of Rouen with more than 5,000 officers and men of the North Sea Fleet, four large Galen ships of 300-400 tons, twelve small Galen ships of 120 tons, and more than a dozen old dragon head warships and Kirk ships.

Le Havre, a coastal city in northern France, is now a sub-capital of the Seine-Maritimes department in the Hauts-Normandy region, the most populous municipality in the entire Normandy region, and the third largest city in the region after Rouen and Caen.

Located on the north side of the estuary of the Seine, one of the five major river systems in France, and bordering the English Channel, the city of Le Havre is the second largest port in France (second only to Marseille) and the nearest large port to the French capital Paris.

Due to the geographical advantages of Le Havre, William made this port town the first city in Normandy to develop after the city of Rouen.

William invested countless money, materials, personnel and a lot of effort in the development of the city of Le Havre, which made the port of Le Havre the largest and busiest port city in the entire North Sea region, and its port throughput accounted for almost one-fifth of the entire European region, ranking first in the entire Kingdom of France, and it continues to grow rapidly.

After more than three years of development, Le Havre no longer needed William's continued material support, but could provide William with as much as 23,000 pounds of silver in taxes every year, which was an extremely large amount, equivalent to more than one-third of the central revenue of the Kingdom of England opposite.

Le Havre was busy at this time, several times more than before, with countless merchant and cargo ships carrying supplies and supplies carried by porters and slaves into the cabins until the cabins were full.

These merchant ships are all merchants affiliated with the Chamber of Commerce under the Normandy Consortium, and the relationship between these merchants and the Chamber of Commerce is similar to the relationship between affiliation and investment, and their business is owned by the Normandy Consortium with a large proportion of the shares, and at the same time, they have to pay 20% of the profits as a anchorage fee, and the Normandy Consortium can order them in an emergency.

Of course, even under such harsh conditions, merchants throughout Normandy and even the whole of France are eager to join the Normandy Chamber of Commerce, because as long as they join the consortium, they can enjoy the convenience and support provided by the entire Duchy of Normandy and the consortium, as well as the most important security.

Now is the time for Normandy to use them, and after one order after another, countless merchants have received orders from the Normandy consortium to transport countless supplies and supplies to the port of Le Havre.

The port of Le Havre was equipped with state-of-the-art animal-powered hammock machinery, and the loading efficiency was more than three times faster than that of other ports, and it took only one morning for all the supplies and supplies to be loaded, and the soldiers and crew were in place, waiting for Captain Dirk to give the order to depart.

"Let's go!" Captain Dirk stood majestically at the bow of the flagship Robert, wearing a triangular feather ornament, holding a curved and slender sea sword high in his right hand, pointing forward and giving a loud order.

As the order was given, the jingling bells rang, and more than a dozen huge Galen ships raised their wide soft sails and sailed out of the port of Le Havre under the tugs of the tugboats, supplemented by thirty dragon-headed warships and Kirk ships.

The vast fleet headed northwest, and their first target was what William called the county of Glamorgan, the land of the damned, and they had come to seize the land.

Captain Dirk had never heard of the Cursed Lands of Glamorgan, but had only mentioned it on a whim at a banquet hosted by William, and since then Captain Dirk has remembered the place of Glamorgan, and he is now going to find out where to go.

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In the early spring of 1041 A.D., the ground of Glamorgan was still covered with a thick layer of snow and ice, and although several warm currents flowed through it, the cold winter still added a thick layer of silver cotton jackets.

The port city of Bari, the port city of the county of Glamorgan, a small trading and fishing port that had been bustling with activity, was now dead silent, completely enveloped in a solemn atmosphere, without the slightest laughter, and the only sound that could be heard here was the church in the centre of the town.

Almost all the inhabitants of this port town gathered in the church, and they prayed to God under the guidance of the priest, prayed that their men would return soon, and that this damned war would end soon.

Most of the inhabitants present were old and weak, women and children, and young and strong men were rare, for they had been sent to join the army by the lord of the place, Earl of Glamorgan, a few months earlier, and they had not yet returned, which cast a shadow over the hearts of the inhabitants of Port Bari.

However, they were lucky, because they had not received the news of their lord's defeat and capture, nor had they received the bad news that the pillar of their family had been killed and captured, and they could still find some psychological comfort through prayer.

In the evening, the monks of the Bari Monastery were taking their devout devotees for an evening meditation when they were interrupted by a surprising image.

A fierce fire dragon appeared in the dark night sky, they circled over the monastery in the center of the town of Port Bari, and then with incredible speed, like a meteor shower, countless huge crossbow guns burning with flames ruthlessly pierced the fragile houses, smashing countless houses, the flames on the ballista were contaminated with any combustible substance, and in a short time the port city had been reduced to a sea of fire.

The heart of Port Bari has become a sea of fire that spreads out in all directions, piercing the dark night sky and billowing smoke and heat waves above.

As time passed, the fire had become uncontrollable, and it had begun to think about the harbor area where Captain Dirk had deliberately left his hands to spread, and now there was no one to stop the raging flames from scurrying around.

"It seems that this is no longer suitable as a landing site, am I going too far?" Captain Dirk, who was standing on the flagship building, observed the fire with a monocular, frowning and muttering to himself.

"Let's go to Milford Harbour in the Duchy of De Gebas, and go directly to the heart of the Duchy, and we will completely disrupt Wales." Captain Dirk put away his binoculars and ordered in a loud voice.