Chapter 31 Tsunami [1]

Abruka is a small island, about 100 kilometers from the Irbi Strait. This is the entrance to the Gulf of Riga. Entering this sea area is the capital port of Latvia: Riga City.

If Marshal Ilby, a famous generation, knew that the motherland he once believed in was killed by a group of hooligans, he would definitely climb out of the urn. The dense warships swarmed in like wasps. The fleeing Latvian navy is inferior to the Philland pirates in the north. In the face of this situation, the captain of the fleet is in contemptuous, and he has been praised by their leader Tiger again and again. House instilled the idea that the enemy would resist desperately, but the results were very different.

Of course, being dull for too long may make people underestimate the enemy. There are only a few hard bones that will often make this war colorful. This is not to say that some non-human creatures especially like this kind of fighting and blood, but in the waters of Jurmala, the West Sea Fleet did encounter a difficult opponent. The captain of the fleet is a sensible person. As a senior college in Portsmouth, he is a middle-aged uncle little Saxon with Warhammer Saxon blood. His eyes are full of doubts: Why does the guy in front resist so strongly?

Yes, why?

Is it possible to abandon the hundreds of warships in front of you just to make the enemy despise them? This is too extravagant and bullshit. Who has such courage and such a big deal? At least little Saxon used to guard somewhere for the Kingdom of Estonia. Although he did not really participate in any general battle, let alone such a naval battle.

However, he is also confident in his own strength and has such a strong fighting power. If he can't win Riga Bay, he will definitely die.

"The captain of the fleet! It seems that the other party is a big fish!"

The lookout finally found the difference. The damn maple leaf symbol is like the badge of the Latvian royal family. The pattern on the banner confirms this. Is it possible that the king of Latvia ran away by sea? This is too irresponsible. Impossible!

Little Saxon didn't believe it. The 45-year-old uncle looked ahead and shouted, "Confirm!"

In fact, he has already seen it with the naked eye. Within less than three kilometers away, the faint demeanor is breaking through to the southwest. Well, it is indeed a little Latvian style. Obviously, this should be the warship of the idiot king.

"Fleet commander, if it is the ship of the king of Latvia, don't sink it, but catch it alive. In this way, the blow to Latvia will be more powerful." The chief of staff came over and said softly. Several staff members also thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Fleet commander, if we capture the king of Latvia alive, it will be very helpful to blackmail the remaining aristocratic forces. Even if they want to support a king again to resist, they must not convince the public. After all, we still control the real king.

"But... have you ever thought about what His Majesty would do if His Majesty was in front of him?" Little Saxon asked indifferently.

He asked easily, as if it were just a trivial question.

But soon the staff turned pale. Of course, they could imagine what the hot-blooded Grand Duke would do. He would already roar loudly, "Bastards, do you see it! That fat-headed and big-eared old bastard is the king of Latvia. Let's destroy him fiercely! Kill it! Knock him down!"

Hot-blooded... I rendered the scene in my mind, and several staff members pouted and didn't say anything.

"Forget it, let's catch it alive. What if His Majesty is useful at that time?" The captain touched his chin and finally said so worriedly.

More than 70 ships were encircled, and the number of ships of the newly established West Sea Plunder Fleet was 135. With the current strength of the Grand Duchy of Norman, it can completely support three complete fleets to operate at sea there. That kind of deterrent is horrible when you think about it.

"Let the first team! Second team! The third team pressed it up, absolutely don't fire in advance, and the magic crystal cannon should also save some. Of course, Little Saxon knows the power of the magic crystal cannon. Although it can only shoot two shots or even sometimes only one shot at a time, it really can't help but consume it. Tens of thousands of gold coins for a shell, which no one can imagine. Although the value of the magic crystal cannon has now been controlled within 20,000 gold coins, this powerful weapon with high loss and high consumption is still not enough to be fully trusted by traditional soldiers such as Little Saxon.

And after two cannonbore explosions, Little Saxon became more and more distrustful of this powerful weapon comparable to the legendary magician. Although in Tiger. At the insistence of Prince House, two to six magic crystal cannons were installed on all the main battleships.

Although only 200 ships are equipped, it is said that tens of millions of gold coins have been invested. This terrible data almost made little Saxon jump up. He once secretly asked Warhammer Saxon. As a father, Warhammer Saxon did not have a very good attitude towards his son. He just said coldly, "Do you think your ability has become stronger? Do you think your wings have hardened? Do you have the ability to question His Majesty now? No! You are nothing. That man can beat an old man like me two years ago without fighting back. What do you think a scum like you can question? Listen, you just need to do it, no need to ask. That's enough."

The dialogue between father and son seems extremely depressed and cold, but Old Saxon is right, just like Old Sargon, the legendary tavern owner of Mustave. Although he sent his son into the Tamsalu Guard as a small leader with a little relationship, he never continued to help him become a bigger leader. Because he knew that his bastard son was a little reluctant to be a small gatekeeper, and it was enough to be a small leader of the guard...

If anyone wants to give it to Tiger. Grand Duke House added a block... That's really not fun.

"Is Skurtai I crazy? Do you only know how to run away? Looking at the big ship of the Latvian royal family about to flee towards the Irbi Strait, the little Saxon's eyes were cold, and the three warships stopped in front, while the royal ship seemed to slow down and still rushed up.

At sea, the most frightening thing for sailors is to lose their warships. Therefore, this is indisputable.

However, sailors are sailors, and sailors are more powerful than sailors. Although, there is only one word difference.

"The warriors of the Duchy of Norman!"

The voice of the leader conveys that a brave man naturally has his royal belief. In the face of the struggle of tapeworms, it is just to make up a sword to show the strength of the brave man, and to be a long-term martial arts!

"Oh~~" The roar came, and the power, cohesion and courage generated made the royal ship on the opposite side stand. The speed suddenly slowed down, and the main mast sail was put away. The remaining soldiers of the Royal City of Riga in the bow pulled out their swords, obviously to fight to the death.

Little Saxon's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain, rubbing the mustache on his mouth, and his black curved beard made him look quite old aristocratic. It's just that the blood of a legendary warrior flows in his body, and he is always so hard.

"Let them taste our strength!"

The little Saxon waved his finger, the warship bridge was connected, and the long bridge was built. The screaming sailor jumped directly from the side of the mast to the other side. The rope swayed like a swing. This kind of courage and fancy made the soldiers of the royal city of Latvia on the opposite stunned, showing a ferocious hundred war veterans. There is nothing in it. There is only a group of bastards that have just been rejuvenated from the ocean.

What they believe in is an iron-blooded belief comparable to a tsunami.

"Surrender without killing! Surrender and don't kill! Surrender and don't kill..."

Hundreds of people acted at the same time, occupying many places densely. The stern of the ship even began to fire, and the archers did not appear. Everyone held a machete and began to fight.

But some people also chose to surrender. It is unknown who is in the cabin, but at least this is a royal warship, which is beyond doubt.

"Surrender! Surrender! Surrender!"

Three calls for surrender. Under this momentum, even the elite of a country are a little frightened. I have to say that in the face of a general trend, there is indeed an impulse to worship. This feeling, as if going against the current, washed away every Latvian royal city soldier. For a long time, it seemed that he could no longer stand this kind of suffering. After all, someone threw down the weapon. Although the battle at the stern continues, this does not prevent hundreds of people ahead from choosing to surrender.

It seems that they are wise.

"It's really overpowering. In the face of a hurricane in the Baltic Sea, a tsunami, a small resistance, how can it be blocked? Humph!"

The complacent little Saxon seems to feel that he is a famous general of a generation. Of course, this is just a piece of soft pride in every man's heart. In fact, if there is no Tiger. House, he is only guarding the law in a subordinate area of Portsmouth. To put it nicely, he is still a miscellaneous general. To put it bluntly, he is an idiot officer who has to take care of three points. And now, although he is not Tiger. Any of House's direct elite twelfth army, but at least holds the power of a huge fleet. It can be said that on this sea, with Tiger. The reputation of the House Ice Tiger is bound to become the roaring existence of Shanghai in this sea area.

"Mighty~~" seemed to feel a sense of joy. The middle-aged man, who had the glory of his father, roared like a vent. I don't know if I'm talking about the power of the new Norman Grand Duchy, or the power of their Grand Duchess, or the power of the reputation of the Warhammer, or even saying that I can get this great credit, which is a compliment to myself.

But no matter what it means, thousands of naval soldiers waved their weapons, roared and shocked the small Riga Bay.