Through the hazy mist, Yazov could see the city ahead, with the flag of the sika deer hanging from the highest city.

He stood on the deck, raised the lookout scope in his hand, and looked at the position of the pontoon.

The city, located 800 kilometers from Lindong, belonged to the Balta family, an old aristocracy that had existed for decades since Capet I ascended the throne, but with the passage of time and the continuous encroachment of other forces, the Balta family, which had been prosperous for a while, gradually went downhill.

But based on the accumulation of several generations, the Balta family still has great strength and enough wealth to make people feel excited.

There were not many soldiers guarding the city, perhaps because they had not been in battle for a long time, and the comfortable life made them slack, and several soldiers leaned together around the brazier to keep warm, heating their own food on the brazier, and laughing loudly.

The watchtower, which was in charge of the sentry, was empty.

Oh, Yazov sneered in his heart, the decline of the Balta family is not without reason, the reason can be found from the soldiers under his command, an army without discipline and rules can only be a plate of scattered sand, such an army cannot defend the family at all, and even the most basic combat effectiveness is probably very lacking.

Isn't it a pity to let such a bunch of waste occupy the richest city?

The two main warships slowly approached the city surrounded by water, while a dozen small warships of light and light sailed around the city gate and quietly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The soldiers at the gate finally spotted the approaching warship, and when he saw the huge flag flying on the sails, horror and coldness took over all of his body and mind for a moment.

"Blow the trumpet!

"The black skull banner! It's Ron's legion!"

Since Ron cleared his waters of piracy, no one had dared to hoist the skull flag symbolizing pirates on his ships, and there was only one team flying the black skull flag in the entire northern seas.

It was Ron's plundership.

"Gather the troops! Ron is here!"

"Raise the battle flag! Let the invaders see our battle flag!"

Amid the panicked shouts, flags of three different colors were erected on the head of the city, each belonging to the three affiliated families of the Balta family.

Ironically, the soldiers in charge of raising the battle flag were so nervous that a crimson banner fell from the top of the city in a panic and fell into the Nile Sea under the city gates.

Yazov did not look back, countless flagpoles were erected behind him, and the golden lion and black skull flag were shining together, which looked extraordinarily * and terrifying.

This is the mark of the king of the North Sea, and anyone will kneel under this banner and be crushed.

Yazov thought so.

The heavy siege crossbows at the top of the city creaked overwhelmingly, and the arrows the thickness of an adult's arm were aimed at the ships below, although Ron's name was trembling and terrifying, but the soldiers of the Balta family had not yet lost the courage to resist, but looking at the various large siege engines on the ships below, a thought came to everyone's hearts.

With these rudimentary crossbows, will they be able to withstand the enemy's onslaught?

What Yazov admires most about Ron is his forward-looking vision, Ron invested all the looted wealth in the procurement and research and development of armaments, and the two warships under his feet were the first to be manufactured large equipment, although the initial investment was very huge.

But over the years, Yazov has been riding on it, fighting in the north and south, and the wealth he has gained has long exceeded the cost of making it.

The army led by Yazov was not very numerous, plus a dozen small boats, but only more than 200 people, compared to the number of guards of the Balta family, which was more than 1,000, this strength seemed a little weak, but there was no expression of weakness or worry on his face.

There are just bloodthirsty excitement and crazy impulses that are hard to suppress.

Suddenly, an old nobleman in his underwear and a panicked look, a descendant of the Balta family and the owner of the city, had just been woken up from his bed by the equally panicked butler, and he was almost fainted on the spot when he heard that Ron's raider had arrived in the city.

And when he saw the black-sailed warship under the city gate, this uneasiness and fear reached its peak in an instant.

"Dear ...... Mr. Ron, the Balta family and the Capet family have always been in a state of peace and quiet, and we were allies decades ago, I wonder what it means that you led the soldiers to my territory?" the old nobleman mustered up his courage and shouted at the warship below, perhaps even feeling that he was not confident, and he added: "The Balta family has always had great respect for Lord Ron, and in order to show my sincerity, I am willing to give you jewels and silver coins that please you." ”

Gao De's performance caused the morale of the surrounding soldiers to drop more and more, and the soldiers were already afraid of fighting the infamous Black Sail Marauding Force, coupled with the lord's eagerness to make peace, many soldiers even gave up resistance in their hearts.

"You don't deserve Lord Ron to come personally. Yazov licked his lips, "To be honest, I'm curious that a family like yours, with such an army, can occupy a huge city for a hundred years, and you are always so ...... to foreign invasions."

"Cowardly?"

Yazov's mocking tone made Gaude's face turn pale, and although he was angry in his heart, he still didn't dare to show it.

"How much can you give me?" asked Yazov.

"600,000 silver coins, 200 catties of spices, and 50 blue pearls from the Arno Sea," Gao De reluctantly said his price, and then saw that Yazov's face had not changed at all, gritted his teeth and continued: "We can also provide Mr. Ron with 3,000 sets of plate armor and stirrups and other utensils, I believe these are enough to satisfy you, right?"

"Not enough!" Yazov shook his head.

"Then, add twenty-five silver coins, plus five thousand catties of fine iron to make weapons......"

"Do you think I'm a native who hasn't seen the world?" Azov interrupted Gaude abruptly.

Damn Ron, even his men are asking for such a ruthless price, these bandits really deserve to be damned, and when I get through this crisis, I must increase my worship to the Holy See, seek the protection of the priests, and ask the Holy See to send a bloody crusade to help me defend the city.

"So, how much do you want?"

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Yazov's mouth.

"I want them all. ”