Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

A strait separates two countries!

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

The war that has lasted for decades has left both countries somewhat exhausted, but out of inertia, out of reluctance to lose and gain, the war has not stopped.

At least there is no interruption recognized at the national level!

The long journey will finally come to an end. The two countries have ceased fighting for several months, and the two sides have begun negotiations.

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

Doc nodded reservedly towards his negotiating opponent, Abel, and then sat down.

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

A few people stood behind them, all generals of their own country.

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

"Yes."

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

"what about the taste?"

"It's bitter, but it's very fragrant."

"Very strange statement."

Abel thought for a while, and then said lost: "It's just a little bit. It is said that they brought it back from the sky. A lot of it was ruined along the way, and only the palm of the hand was left, but it was unforgettable. ."

Doc staggered the subject 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 offensive here anytime."

Abel said coldly: "Yes, but we are waiting, and you will continue to suffer failures, Frank will win!"

The two 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 vision turned into an arrow, and they made a hole in the opponent.

Doc is very patient, because now the initiative is in the hands of the gorse, they still control the strait, even if the great powers in the east come, they will only go by sea.

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

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

But Abel was a little unsteady, and Frank was a little unsteady.

After many years of war, Frank's national strength lost a lot. If we continue, if there is no improvement, according to domestic predictions, Frank will usher in the most critical moment.

Yes, Frank lacks confidence!

So Ming is the weight they use to balance the situation!

"That's a huge country, do you know a meat fan?"

Abel gave a reserved smile and said, "Meat was lost to Harley in the East, and Harley... was defeated by Daming in the East... Doc, can a country like this be blocked by gorse? Anyway, Frank is not. opponent."

Doc glanced at the Frankish generals behind Abel, and found that their expressions were very relaxed, so he tentatively asked: "Are you in touch with Daming?"

Only this possibility can inspire the Franks who are currently in a dilemma.

Abel smiled: "Who knows..."

Doc asked again tentatively: "They come... Do they have 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. Without this strait, the Gorse people would surely be able to merge Frank.

Yes, they believe in this hypothesis.

The warship was cruising outside the strait. The gorse was now defending against the enemies outside the strait, and both sides of the strait had been controlled by them.

Five warships are more than enough for patrols.

So they are very relaxed, and even if someone is betting, the loser has to jump into the sea.

The commander stood on the boat and looked around slowly, listening to the rude sailors behind him yelling and cursing with the names of their organs, and then those who lost were forced to jump off and pull them up with a rope later.

The commander was comfortably blowing the sea breeze, his body was steady in the bumps.

"Frank is no longer good. They are begging us for mercy, but I hate this situation."

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

Listening is a virtue, and when more and more people possess this virtue, the person who speaks will definitely be ecstatic.

The commander was fluttering, exhilarating like a symptom, with foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth and dancing with his hands.

"... Frank should be smarter, otherwise we will sweep over, we will cross the strait, and then land and water will go hand in hand, let the flag of gorse fly high!"

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

The commander was very upset, because those ‘worship’ eyes had already empathized and looked behind him.

Do you want me to wear your shoes?

The commander frowned, thinking about whether his speech just now lost his vitality and spirit.

"Ship! Boat..."

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

There are only gorse boats here. Since the last war, Frank has lost the ability to contend at sea. Then whose boat is this?

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

Lisboner?

The ambition of the Lisbon people to expand abroad cannot be concealed from the Gorse people. They want to take advantage of the continuous battle between Gorse and Frank to expand and strengthen themselves.

The commander sneered ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and shouted: "It's from Lisbon! Gorse never fears any enemy, never! Meet the enemy!"

The bell was struck and the flag was flying.

"Gorse people, meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

As soon as the looseness on the deck was closed, the sailor who had just climbed onto the ship didn't care about getting dressed, and immediately began to prepare to operate the sails.

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

The longbowmen with spine different from ordinary people are already in place, they are checking their bows and arrows, and then calmly waiting for the enemy.

Later, the enemy’s deck will become a ‘forest’, and the commander is convinced of this.

"Face!"

The commander is adhering to the offensive spirit of the gorse, and his sword points forward.

The sea breeze was blowing the sails, and the five warships began to move forward.

Today’s weather is good and the sea conditions are good, so when the distance between the two sides is constantly being shortened, it is easy to observe the other side’s movements.

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

The voice of the lookout post gradually sharpened.

"They are so big! So big!"

The commander's expression gradually darkened, and he was even thinking about whether to send a ship back to report the letter so that the fleet was ready to meet the enemy.

But now he just wants to yell at the watcher: Can't you tell me exactly how big the other party's ship is? There are also ship types, how big the sails are...

"It's so big... they are separated! Here they are!"

"They are big! Much older than us... These are adults and children, no!"

"This is not the type of ship we can build!"

The commander whispered: "Go back to a ship, tell them the situation here, and relay my words..."

He looked at the six ships approaching and said firmly: "I will sink to the bottom of the sea with my fleet, and before that, the enemy will not be able to sail into the strait! Long live the gorse!"