A strait separates two countries!

When both countries are coveting each other, war is naturally inevitable.

The war that lasted for decades made both countries exhausted, but out of inertia and reluctance to lose and gained, the war still remained uninterrupted.

At least there is no interruption recognized by the state!

The long journey will finally come to an end. The two countries have been in a standstill for several months and the two sides have begun negotiations.

"We need peace, but we will not refuse to pick up the bow and arrow again, so you should first determine who wins and who loses!"

Dock nodded to his negotiating opponent Abel with a reserved attitude, and then sat down.

Abel was a little annoyed. He patted the table and frowned and said, "Yes, we will not refuse to take up the sword, but why did you go to the negotiating table? Tell me Doc. Do you still want to occupy the land of Frank?"

There were several people standing behind the two, both of whom were generals from their own country.

Dock took a sip of water and said comfortably: "I heard that there is a magical thing in that country in the East. Drinking it in water can make people communicate with the gods. Abel, it is said that you have drunk it?"

"That's right."

Abel said proudly: "Just a little bit, it makes me feel relaxed."

“How is it?”

“Somewhat bitter, but very fragrant.”

"It's a strange statement."

Abel thought for a while, then said in disappointment: "It's just a little bit. It is said that they brought it back from Tianfang. A lot of them were destroyed along the way, leaving only a little bit bigger, but it's unforgettable."

Dock staggered the topic and said, "This is one of the reasons for our truce. Abel, what are you thinking? What do you want? Don't forget, we can launch an attack here at any time."

Abel said coldly: "Yes, but we are on the verge of battle, and you will continue to suffer defeats, and Frank will win!"

The two of them were silent for a while, and the generals behind them were trying to maintain their demeanor.

So they held their heads up and looked at each other, trying to imagine that their gaze turned into arrows and pierced their opponents.

Doc was very patient because now the initiative is in the hands of Gerry Flower, and they still control the straits. Even if the great powers of the East come, they will only walk on the sea.

Yes, the Thais currently believe that if you want to go to the East, you must go to the sea.

As for land, think about the damn enemy. After fighting for so many years, they still stood at the junction of the east and west, jammed Tessie's footsteps.

But Abel was a little unstable, and Frank was also a little unstable.

After many years of war, Frank's national strength suffered a great loss. If it continues without improvement, according to domestic predictions, Frank will usher in the most critical moment.

Yes, Frank lacks confidence!

So the Ming Dynasty is the weight they used to balance the situation!

"That's a huge country. Do you know the meat lover?"

Abel smiled reservedly and said, "The flesh was fascinated by Halie in the East, and Halie... was defeated by the Ming Dynasty in the East...Doke, can the gorges stop such a country? Anyway, Frank is not an opponent."

Dock glanced at the Frank general behind Abel, and found that their expressions were relaxed, so he tentatively said: "Do you have any connection with the Ming Dynasty?"

Only this possibility can encourage the Franks who are currently in distress.

Abel smiled and said, "Who knows..."

Dock asked again tentatively: "They come here... are they having a good relationship with the meat fans? They can come over by land."

Abel was still smiling, smiling mysteriously: "Who knows..."

...

The strait split the two countries into two sides. If there were no such strait, the Gerry Flowers would definitely be able to merge with Frank.

Yes, they believe in this assumption.

Warships were swimming outside the entrance of the strait. The Gerry Flower was now guarding against the enemy outside the entrance, and both sides of the middle of the strait were already controlled by them.

Five warships are more than enough as patrols.

So they are very relaxed, and some people are even betting that the loser will have to jump into the sea.

The commander stood on the boat and looked around slowly, listening to the rude sailors behind him calling and scolding with their organ names, and then the loser was forced to jump down and then pulling it up with a rope later.

The commander blew comfortably at the sea breeze, and his body was very stable in the bumps.

"Frank is no longer able to do it. They are begging us for mercy, but I hate this situation."

The commander was expressing his views on the relations and situation between the two countries, so naturally someone came to listen.

Listening is a virtue. When more and more people possess this virtue, the person who speaks will definitely be in a state of eternity.

The commander was floating in the air, as excited as a certain symptom, with foam spilling out of the corners of his mouth and dancing.

"…Frank should be smarter, otherwise we will sweep across the strait, and then we will go hand in hand with water and land, so that the flag of the gorges will fly high!"

"We will control the sea, we will..."

The commander was very unhappy because those "worship" eyes had already moved away from each other and were looking behind him.

Do you want me to wear your shoes?

The commander frowned and recalled whether his speech just now had lost its vitality and spirit.

"Boat! Boat..."

A sailor in front suddenly pointed behind the commander and screamed, his voice sharply but happy.

There is only the Pragues ship here. Since the last war, Frank has lost the ability to compete at sea. So whose ship is this?

The commander slowly turned around confidently and then saw a few black dots.

Listen?

Lis himself cannot hide the ambition of external expansion from the Gorgeous people. They want to expand and strengthen themselves while the continuous battle between the Gorgeous and Franks is in a position to expand and strengthen themselves.

The commander sneered and shouted: "It's Listen! The gorge never fears any enemy, never! Welcoming the enemy!"

The bells are ringing and the flags are flying.

"Golden Flower Man, welcome the enemy! Welcome the enemy!"

The looseness on the deck suddenly retracted, and the sailor who had just climbed onto the boat didn't care about putting on his clothes and immediately began to prepare for the sails.

Long sword, spear...the most important thing is of course the long bow!

The longbowers whose spines are different from ordinary people are already in place. They are checking the bows and arrows, and then calmly waiting for the enemy.

Later, the enemy's deck will become a 'forest', and the commander is convinced.

"Catch!"

The commander adhered to the offensive spirit of the Gorgeous Flower Man and pointed his sword forward.

The sea breeze blew the sails and the five warships began to advance.

The weather is good today and the sea conditions are fine, so when the distance between the two sides is constantly being closer, it is easy to observe the other party's movements.

"Six ships! No, there are three ships behind!"

The sound of the lookout whistle gradually became sharper.

"They are so big! So big!"

The commander's expression gradually subsided. He was even thinking about whether he would send a ship back to report the message and make the fleet ready to face the enemy.

But now he just wants to curse the lookout hand: At least you can explain how big the other party’s ship is? And the shape of the ship, how big the sail is...

"So big...they are separated! They are here!"

"They are big! So much older than us... This is adults and children, no!"

"This is not a ship type we can build!"

The commander whispered: "Go back to a ship, tell them what's going on here, and convey my words..."
Chapter completed!