Chapter 174 4.34 Old Acquaintance

"Hey, my dear captain, your valiant and heroic appearance is seen by all the soldiers today! When we return home, all the bards in the seven countries of England will sing the story of the heroic Laitas defeating the Viking King. story!"

The navy captain "Flying Fish" Laitas, who was dressed in silver armor, was standing on the bow of the ship with his head held high and his clothes fluttering. He didn't expect this battle to go so smoothly. Only 35 English soldiers in the 21 shuttle rams under his command were injured by bows, arrows or throwing axes, and none died.

On the other hand, the O'Sullivan family's reinforcements were completely wiped out! All the soldiers fell into the water and were burned to ashes by the fire and fuel. After just one morning, there were no more living people wailing on the sea near the cape.

All 3,000 saber-toothed mercenaries sent by O'Sullivan to the river valley died in the scalding seawater heated by high temperatures.

Of course, some important people on the flagship who received "special care" were lucky enough to survive due to the full efforts of the English crew to salvage them.

"Priest Francis, I have other things to do, so I'm going to take my leave first!" Letas glanced contemptuously at the flattering fat monk next to him, not intending to have any more conversations with this man.

"Lord Laitas, when you land in Hanshui Village later, don't forget to avenge the dead monk brothers in Lindisfar Monastery!"

"Also, if you find silver coins with the image of Aelle III in the village, don't forget that they are the stolen money that these bandits robbed from my woodland judicial monastery! I have the king's handwriting in my arms, requesting you, General We must recover the lost money for my monastery!”

The person who was chattering behind Laitas was Loki's old friend, Father Francis from the Woodland Justice Monastery. In participating in this expedition against the Vikings, the three countries that had been poisoned by the Vikings, Mercia, Northumbria and Wessex, each sent their own troops.

The House of Wessex sent its own dragon. Mercia sent the navy captain Letas and nearly 21 warships. As for Northumbria, which had the weakest military strength among the three countries, it sent the Holy Bishop monks headed by "Prophet" Grammer to participate in the war. They are mainly responsible for logistical services such as prayer, medical care and blessings for the troops.

Father Francis, who was the first to be robbed by the Vikings, joined the Eastern Expedition fleet without hesitation.

Laitas waved his hand wordlessly and accelerated the pace of evacuation. He had tried his best to keep away from this group of holy bishops from Northumbria. But this fat man with a fat head would still shamelessly post here every day just to avenge his own personal revenge.

To be fair, he didn't like this kind of person.

Walking into the spacious cabin of the horn shuttle, dozens of strong boatmen holding huge paddles were rowing excitedly around them. It is these people who provide the shuttle with sufficient acceleration.

In the "impact naval battle" where precise angles and speeds are important, sails are not reliable because the wind direction may change at any time. In the Middle Ages before the advent of the steam engine, human power was the only source of power that could achieve stable acceleration.

The horn ships inherited from ancient Greece used this design.

The news of the great victory in the naval battle had spread throughout the fleet, and all the boatmen were extremely excited. After greeting these hard-working brothers one by one, Laitas arrived at the end of the shuttle. This is his office.

In this room, there was a rather distinguished guest waiting for him.

After standing outside the door and simply adjusting his clothes, Laitas walked into the cabin with his head held high according to the standard English knightly etiquette. At this time, two guards were standing behind the large conference table. In front of the guards sat a woman who was all tied up and her skin was as red as a ripe shrimp.

This is none other than the Viking King's sister, Mehlantine O'Sullivan.

"General Letas, we once met in Constantinople. According to the tradition of the civilized countries in our Western Continent, the two countries need to submit letters of war to each other before going to war. This time you led the navy to fight undeclared. This is another time. what's going on?!"

"Haha, even though she was almost cooked by the burning sea water, Miss Mohlantin still has the same temper and the same domineering attitude!"

"Don't forget, when your vassals were tyrannical in my land of Mercia and robbed the women of the people, you never submitted any declaration of war!"

Pulling up a chair and sitting in front of Mohlantine, Laitas picked up a piece of white cotton cloth on the table and gently wiped the oil from her face. The English soldiers were not reckless men like the Vikings who were completely ignorant of the law. A considerable number of them have studied in church schools run by the Holy Bishop since they were young, and have been given a lot of common sense by the monks about how to treat others with courtesy.

Although Mohlantin is an enemy prisoner, she is firstly a noble, and secondly, she is also a woman in her twenties. According to the teachings of the Holy Bishop, adult men are not allowed to touch the body of the opposite sex without the permission of the other party. Therefore, although Mohlantin was fished out of the oil-filled sea, her body was covered in oil and her skin was red, but her subordinates did not dare to do anything with her except to tie her up.

"There are no women in the fleet, and I don't dare to loosen your bonds and let you clean yourself, so I can only aggrieve you for the time being. Only when we get ashore at the pier of Hanshui Village in the evening can I restore your dignity."

The doctrine preached by the Holy Bishop believes that all the actions of mortals will be seen by the Holy Lord in the sky. As a knight appointed by the king, Letas treated the female captives in a gentle and polite manner. This is the benefit of dealing with civilized people. Mehrandin is good at this game, but at this time she is a prisoner with nothing. She has no chips and naturally cannot play cards.

This time, she followed the fleet to go on the expedition. It was really a helpless move.

Mehrandin grew up in Constantinople since she was a child. The environment and people around her were all merchants. The children in Constantinople were influenced by what they saw and heard, and the education they received was also centered on the basic principle of "how to maintain prosperous trade". This way of survival for most Mediterranean countries is also considered to be the universal law of survival in the civilized world of the Western Continent.

As she gradually emerged in school and the Chamber of Commerce, the Byzantine King Mikhail III summoned her to the palace, conferred a noble title and granted her a royal position, and served as the Byzantine envoy to Viking. It was with this identity that she widely solicited merchants in Constantinople, attracting many big merchants from the Mediterranean to go to the Viking mainland to mine and graze, and to engage in international trade.

The Mohrandin siblings never regarded themselves as warlords. Growing up with wealthy businessmen and politicians, they believed that they were civilized merchants from the world.

Merchants rely on their reputation to gain a foothold in the Western Continent. Therefore, when they heard about the Slavic slave riot on the Dragon's Breath Plateau, the lives of the wealthy merchants who had spent a lot of effort to invite them to the Dragon's Breath Plateau were safe. Even though she knew she might be in danger, Mohrandin still resolutely followed the team to go on the expedition.

She knew that this journey would be dangerous, but she had to do it, otherwise her "merchant" skin would suffer serious damage. It might even make her "socially dead" in the Byzantine business circle.

This was completely unacceptable to her.

After struggling weakly for a few times, she saw her miserable appearance at this time and gave up the means of using beauty as a weapon. At this time, she could only hope that the young man she had seen in the Conqueror's Fortress could give the English invaders a head-on blow at the dock.

Through two brief meetings, she had a good impression of Loki, a lord who seemed immature but had a lot of scheming in his heart. When she had nothing to rely on, she prayed silently to the God King Odin, hoping that this man was really as brave as the legend said, and could save the building from collapse.

In a rather awkward silence, Letas looked at the map on the table in front of him, and Mohrandin sat on a wooden chair blankly, looking at the dragon flying over the fleet.

That afternoon, when the sunset just appeared, Letas's fleet had already appeared in the port not far from Hanshui Village.