The Whitewater River meanders from the southern part of the Leslie family territory to the northern foothills of the Dark Mountains, and Count Peibo stands on the bow of the "warship" and watches the newly built walls of Tanzanian slowly retreat in sight, his heart full of ambition.

"Warships" are just a bluff, in fact, they are just large merchant ships sailing in the inland waters, but the Peibo family has always mastered the best shipbuilding technology in the south, and any kind of ship they build is the strongest of its kind. The merchant ships that Peibo transformed were the best warships.

And then again, since the Church of the Storm degenerated into the Children of the Storm, and mankind was completely blocked on the continent by the magic tides in the sea, the Age of Discovery has come to an end, and the various navigation technologies and surface combat concepts that had just sprouted were stillborn with little development, and human beings have been tossing and turning on limited inland rivers for hundreds of years, and the technological backwardness of warships is also inevitable.

These "war ships" transformed from merchant ships and cargo ships are already the capital that Count Peibo is proud of.

One with Francin?? The nobleman who was familiar with Peibo walked up to the bow of the boat, stood beside Count Peibo, and looked at the retreating Tanzanian city walls, he couldn't help but sigh: "Look at these brand new city walls, Andrew??" Viscount Leslie built them in a year...... God knows how much money he made from that boatload of ore. ”

"With Cecil in his back, full of gold and silver, the sick son of the Leslie family can become rich if he receives three or two scattered gold coins from his master," Francin?? Pei Bo looked at the city wall of Tanzanian Town with an arrogant expression, he saw that although the city wall was full of newly built wall bricks, he could not see the shadow of the pile of rolling wood and hot oil pot between the wall stacks, and could only see a row of old trebuchets that had not been used for an unknown amount of time placed on the newly built city wall, and he couldn't help but shake his head, "However, the man who gets rich is shallow after all, and he finally obediently gets out of the way, there is no glory to speak of, and there is no profit to share, at most he can exchange a neutral peace from this 'cooperation'." ”

"I heard that he wanted to stand on the side of the Cecil family at first, and let the envoy you sent to dry for many days," the nobleman next to him sighed, "It was not until Count Hossmann personally wrote a letter and sent a messenger himself that he agreed to open the river and let the army cross...... It's unwise. Knowing this, it would have been better for him to cooperate from the beginning. ”

"If he had cooperated in the first place, I would have to worry about whether he would have thrown stones from the river as the army passed by," Count Peibo couldn't help laughing, "that Viscount Andrew has been with the Cecil family since last year, and it is only natural for him to hesitate when the situation changes. ”

As he spoke, dozens of large and small ships had already sailed through the river in front of Tanzania, and the scattered soldiers of the Leslie family stood on the city wall, watching the coalition troops that were about to attack Cecil's lead pass in front of them.

After the change in the direction of the wind, the speed of the fleet began to increase, and the dual power of sails and slurry made these sturdy and huge wooden ships rush towards Cecil like sharp arrows, and the mages brought by various nobles activated the runes set on both sides of the hull, further reducing the impact of water waves on the ships, and after sailing for about half a day, continuous dense forests began to appear on both sides of the front of the fleet, and the Baishui River became narrow and turbulent.

Count Pebo came to the bow of the ship again, and he looked at the river with some curiosity, and saw that there was not a single ship in sight except his own fleet.

This seems normal, and those who are a little more well-informed should have heard about the war, and there will be no other boats sailing on the river at this time.

However, he was curious where the team was now, so he beckoned to one of the knights who was standing guard nearby: "How far is it from Cecil?" ”

"My lord, we're almost at the Frost Forest Village Lumber Yard!" The knight immediately saluted and replied, "Frost Forest is the westernmost village in Cecil's realm. ”

"Very well, let's take down that place first, and then divide half of the men to go ashore and attack along the riverbank," Count Peibo nodded, and then he looked at the lush forests on both sides of the river, and couldn't help but smile and raise his hand, "You see that the river here is narrow, and there are dense forests on both sides, if those Cecils have a little courage to set up a few battle mages in these dense forests to ambush with tidal spells, or attack with heavy crossbows and trebuchets, maybe there will be a chance for us to lose one or two ships......"

In the concealed artillery position on the south bank of the Whitewater River, the Byron knight, who had climbed into the tree, looked at the fleet of boats passing by the river, and finally laughed when the team was halfway through, and then picked a fruit from the side and threw it to the herald under the tree: "Signal!" A shot for a mother! ”

Two seconds later, dozens of dense air explosions suddenly broke the silence in the dense forest, and dozens of light "Persuasor I" magic crystal cannonballs and several heavy "Justice I" heavy cannonballs wrapped in pale cyan magic brilliance rushed out of the muzzle of the accelerated track, rushed out of the camouflage vines and leaves, and cut through the air one death arc after another, and landed heavily in the center of the fleet led by Count Pebo!

Boom Boom!

Columns of water suddenly rose between the fleets, and along with the columns of water, there was a huge explosion and the shock wave generated by the explosion, the two warships were unfortunately hit in the first salvo, the wooden hull was like paper paste in the face of this inexplicable explosion, the first ship was blown up in the middle and broke into two on the spot, and the other ship was even more miserable - a heavy shell exploded at the bottom of it, and it actually blew the whole ship out of the water, causing it to fall apart in the air!

One second it was still a quiet river, sailing quietly, and the next second it was a fire explosion that fell from the sky, and died tragically, and almost no one of the knights and militiamen on the warship reacted to what was happening, and they were already in great chaos, and the screams of the people and the mourning of the dying livestock instantly resounded throughout every ship, but in the shelling positions on the south bank, the Byron knights had just gotten up from the ground.

"Shake me down!" This mercenary-turned-knight gentleman rarely restrained himself in front of the lord, and he didn't talk about any knightly demeanor in front of the soldiers he led, he slapped the dirt off his body while shouting in a loud voice, "Fight again when you see it!" Dozens of shots hit two, are you embarrassed?! 'Persuader' artillery crew, get close first - don't mess with the heavy artillery! ”

The camouflage on each railgun was removed, and a continuous burst began to echo throughout the position, and in the middle of the Whitewater River, the "fleet" of the coalition forces, which had not so long been mighty and majestic, was now in great panic and catastrophic confusion. Although most of the shells continued to fall into the water due to insufficient artillery training, immature new weapons and tactics, and too difficult to shoot at moving targets on the river, the huge column of water in the water and the warships that occasionally split apart in explosions still made the hearts of those who were still alive feel terrified, but what made the knights and mages on board feel even more desperate was that they had no way to fight back, or even to get safe!

Ninety percent of the people here don't have any concept of fighting people on the water, these so-called "warships" have almost no ability to meet the enemy on the water, and a few heavy crossbows and small trebuchets set up on the deck are of no use at the moment - the people who operate them can't even see where the enemy is!

After all, ships were nothing more than vehicles for the coalition forces, and the battle they really imagined was to bring the knights and soldiers ashore after the ships had docked to fight - as in every previous "war". And, to be fair, the same should be true in the case of aristocratic warfare, and the Cecil should even take the initiative to move out of the way of a section of the river bank so that the soldiers of the coalition can disembark and form their formations, and then engage in a dignified knightly duel and military confrontation...... This is the rule of war between nobles!

But now...... What the hell is this?!

What the hell are the Cecilians doing? Did the Cecil do it?

Francin?? Pei Bo stood blankly on the crumbling bow of the ship, watching the ships that his family had accumulated over the years sink into the water one after another, the blood of the dead soldiers dyed a blinding red between the wreckage that was still floating, the knights in heavy plate armor and the mages in heavy robes struggled between the blood, wreckage, and corpses, one after another swallowed up by the rushing waters of the White Water River, and he even watched Viscount Locksval, a man of grace, poise, The Orthodox nobleman, known for his wisdom, sank before his eyes with a broken plank, and the bright banner of the Viscount family still floated on the water not far away......

"In the end...... What happened? Count Peppard watched all this in amazement, the upheaval of reality was beyond his comprehension, and he suddenly felt that the scene before him had become a strange and absurd drama, and he stood on this incomprehensible theatrical stage, he closed his eyes hard, covered his ears, and blocked all these perceptions, and remembered the comfortable velvet bed in his castle, and after a few seconds he opened his eyes and let go of his ears—the dead body of Baron Krandorf sank before his eyes, in the same place as Viscount Locksval.

"It's over, it's all over......"

Wherever this disaster came from, it's all over at this moment.

At this moment, Frannine?? Out of the corner of Peibo's eye, he suddenly saw something happening in the distance-

He saw the soldiers who had fallen into the water struggling to swim towards the riverbank, and at some point there were already a large number of soldiers wearing strange armor and holding strange equipment on the riverbank, and these soldiers pointed at the coalition soldiers who swam ashore with strange equipment on their arms, and tied them up one by one.

It was the Cecils - they destroyed the entire coalition fleet in an incomprehensible way.

"Adult—Adult!"

The knight's loud shouts put Francin?? Peibo woke up, the knight was injured by the aftermath of the explosion, and his face was covered with blood at the moment, he took the hand of Count Peibo and shook it eagerly: "My lord! Come on! Hop on a boat and go! ”

Count Peibo finally reacted, no matter how much shock, fear, and nervousness gave way to the desire to survive at this moment, he immediately followed the knight in the direction of the parked escape boat, and asked loudly as he ran: "Where is Viscount Kopani?!" ”

"Viscount Kopani is dead - I don't know how, there are no injuries on my body, but my internal organs are broken!" The knight shouted, "And many of the people who stood with Viscount Kopani are dead, they are probably killed by a curse!" ”

Count Peibo felt himself in a fine cold sweat, and his already fat body burst out at an astonishing speed at this moment, and he rushed to the place where the lifeboat was parked in three or two steps, and he jumped up with the knight, and beckoned to the nearby soldiers: "Row quickly!" Row now! ”

The lifeboat broke away from the big boat, and the rower waved the oars desperately, causing the small boat to flee like crazy in the continuous explosion of water, and soon escaped from the middle of the flotilla where the explosion was most dense, and Count Pebo saw that the big ships at the end of the flotilla were turning with all their might—they were clumsy and slow, and even with the help of magic runes and the efforts of the oarsmen, it would be difficult to escape the explosion that was about to cover the head.

Only a few large ships and a dozen small boats escaped from that terrible hell, and the Count of Peibo did not even know how he escaped, he felt that he had been rocking in the small boat for a long time, and the nightmarish explosion and the sharp whistling of something piercing the air finally disappeared from his mind, and the frightened count dared to breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar walls of Tanzania in front of him.

After confirming that there were no more pursuers in the rear, Franco•? The panicked look on Peibo's face calmed down a little, he looked at the towering Tanzanian city wall in front of him, and said with half a sigh of relief and half self-comfort: "Fortunately, this is no longer the land of the Cecil, otherwise if there is another enemy ambush on this wall, my life will be over......"

As he spoke, a hurried whistle suddenly sounded from the walls of Tanzanian Town, followed by one after another strangely shaped devices with some kind of metal rails appeared between the battlements.

With a sudden glow of magic between the metal rails, nightmarish explosions and howls filled the air......

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