The Slavs' fleet rode the wind and waves, Julian grabbed the side of the ship to face the wind, his hair fluttered like a wild dance, and there were fifty Slavic warriors on each of the two boats, and their goal was very clear, that is, the old nest of the Danish king Banuk, Sealand, which was given to Julian by Arrod, Count of Mecklenburg, although he almost failed because of the obstruction of the nobles in Madame Marty's court, Julian still led the hundred Slavic warriors given to him by Madame Marty on the journey.

"Lord Julian, the Viking ship has been spotted ahead." Just as they were approaching the island of Zealand, the ship entered the strait, the Slavic captain on board found that several unique and narrow Viking warships appeared, and drove straight towards them, which made Julian and the others uneasy, the two ships they recruited were not warships, but two commercial ships, because time has not been modified for war, so once the battle is likely to be sunk, a hundred Slavic soldiers on board will be buried in the sea.

"Ready for battle, the archers moved to the sides of the ship." Although he was not prepared for naval battles, Julian drew his sword and ordered his crew that the role of archers in naval battles was often very important, and that it was best to use bows and arrows to destroy the enemy as much as possible when there was no open combat.

"Woo~~~." The Viking ships that rushed towards them blew their horns, and they also spotted the two ships flying the Slavic flag, and made a very vigilant posture to attack, Julian kept an eye on each other's movements. If they were stopped here, their operation would have failed, but according to the messenger sent by Arold, the fleet of Mecklenburg had already taken control of the seas. Why are the Viking warships still so unscrupulous?

"Lord Julian, look over there." At this moment, the captain pointed to the other side and shouted to Julian, only to see several rickety ships appear on the other side, and on either side of them stood four strange poles, completely distinguishing them from the others, and looking at the strange ships, Julian was in a relaxed mood, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry. It was the ship of Lord Count Mecklenburg. Julian turned to his crew and comforted.

"Oh? Mistress Julian. You didn't even see the flag on the ship, and you could tell that it was the ship of the Count of Mecklenburg? The captain asked curiously, knowing that most of the ships in Europa on the sea looked similar, so he could only identify who the ships were for by the flag.

"I don't have to look at the flag to know. Who else could make such a strange look at a ship? Julian said to the captain. Sure enough, when the ship approached. On the mast hangs a black lion coat of arms with teeth and claws, which is clearly the family flag of Arold, Count of Mecklenburg.

Even more strange is that the Viking ships saw the Mecklenburg ships appear. The Slavs on the ship were very surprised that they did not even fight, but turned around and fled without the courage to fight, because the Viking warriors were notoriously belligerent and refused to admit defeat, but when they saw the strange Mecklenburg ships, they fled in terror as if they had seen the appearance of the sea monsters.

"Is it Mistress Julian?" When the Mecklenburg ships saw the fleeing Vikings, they did not chase them, but approached Julian's fleet, and a Mecklenburg captain standing on the bow of the ship shouted loudly at Julian's ships.

"Yes, I'm Julian." Julian stood on the side of the boat with his feet and grabbed the rope in both hands, shouting in response to the other.

"Great, we've been waiting for you here, and now allow us to escort you to Zealand." The captain of Mecklenburg took off his hat, waved it in the sea breeze, and then shouted to Julian and the others, and left the bow of the ship after speaking, and under the escort of the Mecklenburg fleet, Julian and the others arrived at the island of Sealand, and when they came to the outside of Sealand, they saw that there were already several Mecklenburg ships blocking the port, so that the Viking warrior ships could not leave the port, and on the sea from the port, several scorched Viking warships raised their sterns high, as if they had touched the reef and caused the shipwreck, The surrounding whirlpool is filled with several round shields of Viking warriors, and it seems that there was once a naval battle here.

"How could the Danes lose so badly even in a naval battle?" The Slavic captain said in surprise that the Vikings were the most seafaring people, and there were almost no opponents at sea except for the pirate peoples of the Mediterranean, but here, near the Danes' lair, they were completely suppressed by the Mecklenburg fleet, and I really don't know what the Mecklenburgs relied on to defeat the Viking warriors.

"Leave that alone now, bring our ship over and get the soldiers ready for battle." Julian knew that Arold always had strange weapons, and that these charred ships must have used the same type of fire-breathing weapons as the monster cars, so it was no wonder that the Viking warriors fled in fear when they saw Mecklenburg's fleet.

"Prepare for battle, the first wave of the Great Shield Spearmen to attack." Under Julian's orders, the large shield spearmen composed of the Slavic squire class were prepared as the first echelon of the attack, these Slavic squires owned their own land and property, so they wore leather armor or some iron armor, the large shields in their hands were strong and reliable, and more importantly, their bodies were better than ordinary soldiers, and in the landing operation, some reliable soldiers had to establish a solid stronghold on the beachhead, which was no more suitable than the large shield spearmen.

"Ah~~~~." In the port villages of Zealand, women and children screamed, and although the fleet of the Mecklenburgers had been blockading the harbor, the Mecklenburgers had never been so close to the island, and the Danes instinctively sensed the danger of the two ships, and the noise of striking iron plates sounded in the village, a warning to all, and this warning had always been brought to other peoples by the Viking warriors, but today it sounded in their own villages.

"Crunch, squeak~~~." The Slavic ships made the sound of wood grinding, and the overseers on the ground floor beat the paddling slaves hard, ordering them to paddle desperately, and all the Slavic soldiers on the deck calmly waited for the order to attack. (To be continued......)

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