Chapter 450 7.104 English Plunderers (2)

Chapter 450 104 English Plunderer (2)

Fangelis has been a smuggler for 20 years.

He started out as a fishmonger in Amsterdam. At first, he stuffed precious spices, glass, gunpowder and other scarce goods into fish intestines and smuggled them from France to Wessex.

In this way, he could avoid the trade tax set by the French Duchy.

Over the past 20 years, his business has grown bigger and bigger. In the end, 80% of the French sailors in Calais Port have been bribed by him with gold coins. He can openly load scarce goods onto cargo ships and transport them to various countries in the English Isles.

In the process, Fangelis discovered a simple truth -

Quantitative change is much more important than qualitative change.

Admittedly, if he and his cousin drove a dilapidated fishing boat across the English Channel, he could get 80% of the profit from the goods hidden in the fish intestines.

But what's the use of this?

A fishing boat could only carry 500 kilograms of fish at best. He and his cousin worked hard for a year with their heads on their trousers, and in the end they could only earn 300 broom leaves.

But if they change their mindset and share most of the profits with the sailors and trade commissioners at the port of Calais, the result will be very different.

Perhaps most of the profits from each shipload will be shared with the French Navy, and only half of the profits can be pocketed by themselves.

But a French brig can carry 2 tons of cargo!

Under the protection of sailors and officials, he drives 30 ships back and forth twice a month. Even if he only makes half of the profit, it will be tens of thousands of broom leaves a month.

This is the huge advantage brought by quantitative change.

**

Little did they know that French fabrics, spices, books, or Tang porcelain, Arab steel, and even French cheese stored in the kitchen. Every piece can be brought back to Van Zhelis's smuggling cargo ship and converted into silver coins!

"If there is a chance, we will wait for those stupid guys to finish looting, and then lead the militia into the city!"

"If we can really find good goods, haha, why should we plant the land this year! Everyone, let me go to France to dig for treasure! More than one million militiamen have poured into this country, and even if we encounter an army, we can fight!"

"The residents who participated in the looting took 30%, and left 40% to Ecbert. I gave advice and moved the goods to take the remaining 30% without any problem!"

Similarly, there were only 4,000 Vikings crossing the English Channel.

But at this time, he had 100,000 subordinates.

If the French army really died, even if this group of Vikings entered the city first, they rushed in and took away the gold and silver, but there would still be a large number of valuable goods in the warehouses, residents' homes, churches, and the basements of shops.

The reason is simple. The French city is too big and too rich. With only 4,000 Viking pirates, even if everyone has eight hands, they will never be able to move everything.

What's more, these country bumpkins only know gold and silver.

"Haha! If this really happens, this time we'll make a fortune!"

Looking at the map of France beside him, especially seeing the city of Paris with a magnificent castle drawn on it. Van Zhelis could no longer control his greed.

If I could enter Paris once

Hehehe

No, I have to prepare a few sacks!

**

At the same time, on the other side of the English Channel.

"There is a smell of blood, but no human smell!"

"Could there be anything else that could swallow up 10,000 French cavalrymen, including horses and men?"

The Duke of Moklash, who was walking on the beach with his troops, also raised questions. He held up a broken knight's shield with both hands and carefully examined the broken marks.

When Duke Moklash and Duke Phoenix stepped off the longboat, a coastline soaked in blood appeared in front of them. Broken armor and broken limbs can be seen everywhere on the French coastline that stretches from west to east.

Groups of sharks roamed on the dark red sea. They wandered around the coastline with hunger, greedily looking for human corpses under the sea.

"Andur, look at this, don't you think it is..."

"Yes" Duke Moklash's younger brother Andur Moklash came over immediately, "Brother, you are right."

"This is a row of imprints!"

"It seems that something is wrong"

Old man Clint endured the pain of needles, bent down and scooped up the fishy and salty sea water to his nostrils and smelled it.

Even if a mortal cultivates to a demigod, it is completely impossible to bite a Damascus steel shield with "Muhammad texture" with his teeth.

What's more, the thickness of the center of this shield is nearly 3 inches!

However, this row of imprints is like biting a piece of crisp radish, leaving a row of marks cleanly. From this mark, you can see the narrow gap between teeth, teeth of different sizes, and even the curvature of the teeth are completely preserved.

At this time, Duke Moklash already knew what this group of things was.

At the beginning of this spring, Loki had led him, Mohlandin, and other dukes of Scandinavia into the territory of the Frost Giants. He had seen these terrible giants and understood where they came from.

"If they can chew a shield like this in one bite, based on the size of their heads, I'm afraid that these giants who suddenly attacked the French knights are between 10 and 12 meters tall."

Converted to my Valhalla Chosen, the three giant paths must be upgraded to at least Sequence 3 to have this size!

Now look back at the scarlet beach in front of you. Even though the two brothers have spent most of their lives swinging axes and indulging in looting, they also feel a chill in their hearts.

Never thought that Loki falling into the hands of the French would alarm these big guys to come across the sea.

Although these French knights are their enemies, rooted deep in their bones, the collective subconscious of human beings still tells them that these are their compatriots.

When a group of mortals see another group of mortals being slaughtered in this way by an unknown ancient god, no one can feel indifferent.

**

Throwing away the shields in their hands, the two chose to continue leading their people forward.

There are a lot of very obvious footprints engraved on the blood-soaked beach. These footprints all point in one direction, that is, the largest port XX in the north of the Duchy of France on the south side of the English Channel.

The normally arrogant Viking pirates all became cautious in this scarlet hell. Everyone listened carefully, trying to identify the possible dangers around them.

Among the crowd, only Sartre felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Although this was a bustling world, at this moment, he vaguely recalled the first time he and Loki entered the dark and deep underwater city.

At that time, they had no idea what kind of future they were about to face.

This moment

is just like that moment.