Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 184 The Three Fools Who Lived
On the shore of Bordello, in a section of the boundless sea, in the dark tide and whirlpool, a lone boat is sailing. If they are not the legendary murlocs, they will probably become fish feed soon. The stingray biting the board, cold sweat streaming from his forehead.

"Holy shit, this thing is way worse than it was at the dinner table, Sallya..."

The short one complained. "Of course, we're the ones at the dinner table now!"

Scolded in ragged clothes. "Who asked to go to sea!"

The three of them huddled in the middle of the boat plank. There was no doubt that they would not be able to go to Ulthuan, but to go inside the belly of the fish.

The small wooden boards were wobbly, and the shallow beating of the waves could make people's clothes wet. Now they regretted being in the middle of the sea, and no one had ever told them that the sea along the coast was so crazy.

"Mom! I want to go home!" Gao shouted.

"Help!" Shorty exclaimed!
But he was lying on the wooden board in ragged clothes, his face was ashes, he was a damned person, and now he was extremely lucky to meet the lord, so what if he died, it should be.

He laughed, crazy and frightening.

The tall and the short shrank back in fright.

When the plank wobbled, wobbled, and floated far away, the waves crashed and crashed.

With crying and laughing, so noisy, so troubled, but the Chaos Gods will not favor them, because they are useless to the huge world.

It’s just that on a ship in the distance, a gorgeously dressed man saw three people floating on a solitary ship or a solitary plank in the distance, suffering and annoyed, without even seeing the huge Marienburg battleship behind him…

He tidied up his collar. Ocean travel requires someone to clean up the seawater accumulated by Class A all the time, otherwise the coatings such as wooden boards will be damaged by sea salt, and the mercenaries obviously don't want to do such a thing, and now he is short of manpower.

He is the largest family in Marienburg, so the ship is naturally huge, and it carries Marienburg's secret weapon, which must be strictly guarded.

Therefore, his military strength was even more stretched, so he called his servants. "Go down and catch these three idiots, they're not smart enough, so don't let them do barnacle buckling work, let them go to the armor washing class!"

The servants received the order to bring the tools and salvage the three drowned chickens. The three of them wept bitterly and hugged the servant's legs to thank him for his great kindness, but they only got three sets of tools and asked them to go to Class A to play. own waste heat.

When the businessman saw the three farmers starting to work with their things, he was also satisfied in his heart. He felt in his heart that Bordeaux, no... people in Bretonnia are all stupid guys.

In the distant collar, Roel shouted. "The people of Marienburg are stupid fellows!"

"They are definitely not as good as the knights of Bordeaux in close combat."

It's not a rant, but a reality. In any case, the strength of the Bretonnian knights is beyond reproach, and the final proposition is of course how to make the knights slap the businessman in the face.

The small fishing boat carried the knights to behead them. Currently there are 10 so-called merchant ships in the information, and there are more than a hundred knights and guards that Roel can use, as well as a large number of fishermen along the coast?

Hundreds of fishing boats cover each other and climb up with the ladders prepared in advance. In fact, most of the warships have a deep draft and are fully loaded, so it is easy to go up.

This plan is very rough, the major lords, Nok, and even Alimara feel a little unreliable, or a little...

waaagh?

But in today's situation, boarding battles and gang-jumping battles are undoubtedly the best.

They were speechless, but they couldn't agree, after all, how to deal with the cannon on the ship, but the Skeleton Knight stood up at this moment, laughing loudly.

"Interesting, very interesting, your kid is really a heartless snake!"

The other lords were a little puzzled, but Nok was the first to come back to his senses at this moment.

"Do you really dare to think, are you going to eat Marienburg? The Bretonnians have been thinking about it for centuries!"

Only now did the others realize that if they succeeded in hand-to-hand combat, they could capture the entire ship, and the people inside would also become slaves. Slaves are fine!

This is the credit of the ages. In comparison, letting the guards and knights risk being killed is nothing compared to changing the entire Marienburg...

Roel pursed his lips, he knew, he knew, but he was the lord, even if more than half of the soldiers would die in this plan, as long as the ships in Marienburg were captured, this attack would be the greatest success.

"I won't force you to send troops. The mercenaries in my territory are enough to take down, but I can't drive so many ships by myself. After all, I don't have a solid foundation."

"Lords, if you capture a battleship or a merchant, you can drive it yourself or go to Marienburg to ask for money!"

At this moment, it has become noisy here, and there is no doubt that Roel has started what he does best, pulling people into the water.

But every time, how much profit and risk will his pulling people into the water generate?
To be honest, if it wasn't for Elana and that frogman, his territory would have been bombed suddenly, his spine would probably have been smashed!
Thinking of this, he felt chills running down his back. In this damn world, people are abnormal!They are neither benevolent nor righteous!
At this moment, those lords have also finished their discussion, they shouted in unison.

"Count/Baron/Lord/Viscount..."

"Sigmund."

"Podlenin."

"Alan Horn"

"Rod Lore."

"Happy to serve!"

Lord Nok rubbed his beard.

"Nok Granset, the hero of Brionne, the Holy Grail Knight, the 26th generation owner of Granset, willing to serve you!"

The eyes of the Necromancer Knight blazed with blue flames.

"According to the oath, the bones and undead will wipe out your enemies!"

When everyone knelt down on one knee, the Bordeaux Alliance was born here, waiting for the Imperials is doomed to fail!
At the moment at sea, those three live treasures have been cleaning Class A all afternoon, exhaustion and pain are all over their bodies, as long as the ship is still at sea, the cleaning here will never be finished, and new sea water will climb up, like endless .

All their fantasies about sailing were shattered, and now they just wanted to kiss the land.

Gao covered his mouth and ran to the edge of Class A. "vomit!"

For the first time in his life, he knew that he was seasick...

Fortunately, the guards guarding them at this moment relaxed a little because they were hungry to eat.

The three of them were also allowed to take a walk on the ship, but only in Class A area, waiting for him to get food.

"God, I can't stand it..." Gao complained.

The short one just lay on the ground, leaning against the gap of Class A and looking at something.

Came in ragged clothes. "What are you doing, you just kept looking at this place after you fell?"

The short one made a quiet gesture and let the other two approach.

They squatted down and looked at the gaps in Class A. The sun shone in the cabin, and a huge killing machine was revealed through the narrow hole. It was a cart with wheels, but there were about 6-10 people. Huge machines big or wide!

The pitch-black gun barrel is exposed on the side, the sharp ramming angle is extremely terrifying, and the shiny metal surrounds the hull. It is parked in the cargo hold...

That is a warship, a warship that can travel on land!

(End of this chapter)