Chapter 452 7.106 English Plunderers (4)

Chapter 452 106 English Plunderers (4)

Just as newlyweds have to go through a period of different lifestyles.

When two completely different ethnic groups live together, their cultures must also merge with each other.

Historians of later generations could not explain why, after the Age of Exploration in the 15th century, a civilized country like the Queen of England would actually issue "privateer licenses" to her subjects, tacitly allowing them to become pirates who harm the world and the sea.

All of this originated from the moment the Vikings landed on English soil.

As the saying goes, "A red plum is red, a black plum is black", and the murderous Viking pirates were the source of all evil in the Middle Ages. Seeing this group of "allies" embarking on the rich land of France, the militia who abandoned their land to respond to the sign were eager to try.

At this time, coupled with the fact that their leader was an old smuggler who only cared about the scarce goods, everything was moving towards this unpredictable situation.

"Boss, do you want to report to King Ecbert?"

"Report?!"

Carrying a woman is not conducive to looting, why don't you give her to me first, and I will help you get the money later!"

Fan Zhelis took the girl in one hand and grabbed a dozen broom leaves with the other hand and handed them over. After the militia left happily, he ordered his men to take good care of the girl in the boat.

He naturally recognized this girl whose whole body was trembling like sifting chaff due to extreme fear.

She is the eldest daughter of "Lester Polly", the lord of Calais Port.

Just two years ago, when he was still paying protection fees to the Polly family, he half-knelt in front of her and kissed the back of her hand at the birthday party. Now the city has become like this, and it is unknown whether anyone in the Polly family can survive, let alone pay any ransom.

Only three hours later, everything in front of him was rapidly moving towards Out of control.

At the same time, 1,000 ships of various colors were quickly filled with various spoils in the ruins.

Fan Zhelisi was surprised to find that when the militia completely transformed into ferocious beasts, they were not afraid of even the sword cultivators from the East Continent! Facing the East Continent sword cultivators guarding the warehouse of "Izumo Trading Company", tens of thousands of militiamen rushed forward fearlessly!

Even if the flying swords that traveled at high speed could easily harvest hundreds of lives, behind them, thousands of people still roared loudly and died generously!

Fan Zhelisi jumped off the bow excitedly. He drew out the broadsword he carried with him, raised it high, and roared loudly: "My dear Wessex brothers, what are you waiting for?!"

"Are 10 sacks for each person just for show?!

Rush down quickly and install them for me!

Smash the locked door when you see it!

If anyone dares to resist, smash their heads with your sticks! Use the swords and guns in your hands to pierce their chests!

And!

Don't forget to tell the outside world that we are all from Normandy! Remember? ! "

One after another, people rushed into the city. They were like a nest of carrion-eating cockroaches, burrowing into a ruined house, looking for all the wealth that could be looted.

The sudden giant army attracted the attention of all the troops in France. The small militia that survived was no match for this group of new robbers.

Because they had a huge advantage in numbers.

The chosen ones under the five faith paths of the Holy Bishop were not much stronger than mortals. In the face of the extremely disparate number of people, they were quickly killed by pitchforks, bamboo poles, and even The peasants were beaten into a pulp with wooden sticks.

Individual peasants were as docile as sheep, and they would fight each other when drunk in groups of three or five. But now they were in a group of 100,000 comrades. When the people around them raised their butcher knives, the group hysteria called "killing" spread rapidly, and the docile people immediately turned into demented demons under the stimulation of blood.

The remaining French residents in the port immediately faced a catastrophe.

The precious porcelain and glass had been shattered into slag, but the "Imperial Flower Silver Coin" and "Gorse Leaves" in the purse were intact. The damaged ones were preserved.

Walking in the city, watching the instantly "Vikingized" English militia, even the well-informed Van Zhelis did not know whether his move had opened Pandora's box.

They found that the Wessex people who worked hard and bowed to them on weekdays were all like crazy tigers. They walked together in groups and madly slaughtered all the survivors found under the ruins.

The sacks they carried with them were also quickly put to use.

After lifting the collapsed roof, when the militia rushed into the room, they were surprised to find that all the wealth of the French people was preserved intact.

These people who were still anxious about the future 24 hours ago now had flushed faces and gasped heavily.

They walked briskly through the ruins of the city, killing and robbing without changing their expressions, and put all the valuable items into sacks. What's more, some even carried the surviving French children on their shoulders.

"Hehe, boss, look at this girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, and she is wearing Tang silk! "

"There is a two-headed green dragon embroidered on her body! If it is as expected, this should be the daughter of the 'Polly Family', the lord of Calais Port. Tie her up and take her back! We can ask for a large ransom!"

"Are you stupid? This kind of thing requires a tacit understanding! When I transport tons of goods back to Wessex, that old man won't even have time to thank me!"

"Maybe he has to get rid of me and help him sell it! I know what Ecbert is thinking better than any of you!"

"Are all the people on board?! All ships

Set sail, set sail!"

The excited sailors raised various sails, and the ships, full of wind, quickly crossed the sea. Vanzhelis stood at the bow with his head held high, watching the land on the other side of the strait gradually appear in front of him.

Once, he was a mouse hiding in the shadows of this majestic city, making a living by walking on the edge of the law.

And now. He has a huge fleet of 1,000 ships under his command. This fleet carries 100,000 militiamen, and everyone is ready to go ashore and plunder.

"Hehe, so this is what it feels like to be a pirate! No wonder these Viking bastards enjoy it every year!"

"This feeling is much more comfortable than being the grandson of those noble masters with fear!"

The information provided by the MOA Knights was not wrong. Along the way, Vanzhelis' fleet did not encounter any obstacles. Two hours later, 100,000 militiamen had already stood in line at the dock of Jialai Port.

The militiamen in front of him had red eyes, full of greed and cruelty.

If I remember correctly, this 18-year-old boy was still worrying about the corn he had just planted in the fields a few days ago. Unexpectedly, within less than three hours after entering the city, he had become like this.

"Well, brother, you did a great job!

The sword cultivators were forced to fly high into the sky, but don't forget that Vangelis brought dozens of dragon-killing crossbows on board. Dozens of iron arrows were fired at the same time, and the sword cultivators barely controlled their swords to break the steel arrows, and then they quickly ran out of energy.

However, at this time, the entire city was filled with Wessex militiamen like a tide. Several sword cultivators tried their best to dodge and move in the ruins of the city. Before they ran out of energy, the number of militiamen who died under the flying swords was not less.

But there were still 98,000 people looking for them. When they finally lost the spiritual power to fly.

What greeted them were thousands of ferocious beasts with bared fangs.