Standing on the tower of the palace, Berding looked at the whole sea of Za'tar, the Venetian warships everywhere, and now it happened to be the calmest time in the whole ocean, so Félayer ordered all the ships, connected by iron hooks, to form a blockade wall floating on the sea, on the sea opposite Za'tar, on the narrow sandbar, the "Razor Company" hired by Venice had forcibly landed, and under the command of Goonletto, the entire sandbar fishing village and the people and guards of the church of St. Michael on it were all slaughtered, The corpses were all thrown into the bay, and the blood washed over the seaside walls of Za'tar, coming and going, and along the church, the Venetian sailors had also docked, as if assembling the catapult.

However, the Venetians did not dare to approach the city walls, so they set up land camps at two adjacent sea points in the city of Za'tar, and saw that they would meet with Gawain's Dalian army as soon as possible and encircle the whole line of the city.

In addition, Berdin saw that his own soldiers had been mobilized on the whole tower of the wall, and that baskets of saltpeter, arrows, and stones were being carried up, and that the craftsmen were inspecting and mending the cracks in the wall, and that in the recessed narrow bay, with double chains, had been put across to prevent the Venetian ships from entering, and that on both sides of the harbor, on one side was the northern wall of Zata, and on the other hand was Meeksburg on the land hills.

Palestine was a little relieved of the sea's condition, and then, escorted by the guards, crossed the street to the wall at the headland, and after comforting the fifty defenders on it, he crossed the rope bridge on the headland, and patrolled the four fortresses on the hill, and when he ascended to a bird's-eye view, he was not surprised to see the Red Hand Brigade: the company in the front and their cavalry were watching under it, and the craftsmen in the back were also cutting down trees around it. It looks like they're making siege engines and towers, "and they're going to have to build another mountain down the slope to get to our gates." Berdin on the battlement sarcastically laughed, and the noble officers who accompanied him laughed in harmony.

After nightfall, the camp of the Dalian team. The core part was the large communal tent made of crimson silk where Gawain lived, and the bonfire was burning. Mochenigo quietly walked in, protected by a small group of mercenaries. The consul first transferred to a ship, then boarded a land camp, and then traveled about five cures to reach the place.

The arrival of the consul was warmly welcomed by the whole camp: Gawain's servants and generals bowed to Fellaier. The priest and interpreter of Fellayer knelt directly in front of Gawain and kissed the finger of the "priesthood".

Then Gawain opened a box, took out the sundial chart given to him by Jiehe, and solemnly handed it to Fellaier, the other party's eyes shot with a light of surprise and praise, "Don't worry, the lookout of our fleet will cooperate with this board." Calculate the wind direction and climate around the city of Za'tar in the last week. ”

Gawain will have slender fingers. Scratching on the model sand table of Za'tar City, "Now, what weapons pose the greatest threat to your ships from the Meeks Fortress and the headland walls?" ”

"Fire shooters, even if they are covered with wet cowhide on the deck and wooden canopy, are difficult to resist. Because of the high height of the towers of Za'tar and Meeksburgh, and the elevation of the cliffs by the sea, they could easily have been condescending to throw themselves at the decks and sails of our ships from both sides, and set them on fire. In that case"

"We're all going to be burned, drowned, or captured, aren't we?"

Everyone here was in a solemn mood, no matter what, this was a very challenging military adventure.

"Since the city of Za'tar is in front of us, it is necessary to conquer him, and there is no room for maneuver when St. Mark's fleet sets sail and the Red Hand Brigade sets sail." Eventually, Feller and Gawain shook hands in front of the blazing bonfire and cheered each other on.

Five days later, the sun, which was still brilliant, suddenly quietly converged behind the clouds, and Constantine, who was sitting in the palace hall reading the documents and account books. Berdin, seeing that the dark shadow was beginning to cover the potted plants on the side of the colonnade, unconsciously rose from his chair and paced on the balcony of the palace, where the rain soon fell and carried the mist that drifted from the deep inland, and the sandbar on which St. Michael's church stood, the Venetian stone shooter, was still firing at the solid stone wall on this side, like a boot tickling, with a dull monotonous sound.

Soon, as the rain grew heavier and the sandbar began to fade, Bertin could still see the enemy ships who had begun to venture into fire (as is normally forbidden for Venetian and Amalfi ships) to light the course and hurry north, where the land camp had been set up in Venice had a small bay for ships to anchor temporarily.

One by one, the ships passed, and the soldiers guarding the city under the walled porches and sheds also shone torches into their eyes, monitoring the direction of the ships, until they disappeared from the visible field of view one by one, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Berdin, who also felt settled, turned his hand and walked back to the table, and discussed with several cardinals: Reinforcements from Puskoj, Péc, and other areas were being dispatched to reinforce the area. Thinking of this, Berdin couldn't help but feel slightly proud, it seemed that his previous insistence was right, not to give up Za'tar, not to give up the treasury by the sea, to protect the city, as long as he could have a small merchant fleet in the future, he could bring infinite help to his royal industry.

On the other hand, in the rain, in front of the anchorage where the Venetians landed, Gawain stood in the mud, watching the selected five hundred soldiers of the Dalian Brigade, who were lining up in columns, and boarded the Venetian galleys along the pedals, most of them were Italian veterans, and dozens of brothers would act as command and coordination duties in the meantime.

In the end, Gawain boarded the flagship where Ferraye was, and the elderly consul was dressed neatly, even if he was drenched in the rain, he would never break away from the tower of the command, and after seeing Gawain, the two shook hands and exchanged two words, "This is Gonletto, the commander of the Razor Company." After the introduction, a sturdy man wearing chain mail with a scar on his face shook hands with Gawain just as briefly, "Go, raise the banner of the Archon of St. Mark, and march towards the harbor of Za'tar!" All three men were the kind of people who didn't want to talk nonsense, and then Fellaiyah's old voice sounded.

Hula, a crimson banner with a golden lion on it, a pair of wings on his back, a sword in his front paws, a wave on his hind paws, and a crown on his head, which rose quickly on the mast of the flagship, and soon fluttered in the wind and rain.

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Ask for tickets at the end of the month to celebrate the successful graduation of Sula E6. (To be continued.) )