Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 190 Boldro's battleship, so small
The boundless sea is not always peaceful and peaceful, but apart from the violent storm, there is another kind of "natural disaster" recognized by most people, and that is pirates.

Especially the Norscans, being the most notorious barbarians, are more free-spirited than the Kurgans, and love to sail, and when the rough wooden Viking-style longships are adrift on the unowned sea, those who believe The humans of the Chaos God sang the terrible ballad.

"We're heading, Throne of Brass!"

"Pull hard!"

"Now pull up the gallows and say hello to the Nanks!"

"When we get to the throne, washed in blood and drunk, those Nanke girls taste good!"

"Pull hard!"

"Spending our 'reserves' on women Say hello to the Nanks!"

The captain was playing vigorously, but he didn't notice the astonishment of his crew members pointing to the distance. Soon, several dark objects flew over and hit the longship, causing the entire Norse warship to sink continuously.

The people of Marienburg stood on the distant battleship and yawned.

The baron abused the servants, as he had done since his flagship was destroyed by those three fools. "Kill those barbarians!"

Now the sailors picked up their muskets and killed the Yankees with a bang bang bang.

It has been almost three days since those three stupid lunatics caused him to fall into the sea. Today is the time for Duke Boldro to leave, and their battleship is slowly approaching the city.

At this moment, the people of Marienburg are full of fighting spirit, even if they are defrauded of their most important weapon, it will be fine!

They will sail across the boundless sea. They are the best navy in the Old Continent. When everything is settled, commerce, beauties, and most of Bordereau's territory will be turned into the latest gift from the people of Marienburg.

Huge fleets of warships passed the coast, and the familiar horizon loomed in the distance. When the artillery bombarded the territory without walls, it would soon be over.

The so-called lord is nothing but a ridiculous thing!
Baron Henrik unquestionably sent the death sentence to Boldrow's territory. What did the Bretonnian bumpkins use to resist his big ships and cannonballs?

The baron yawned, it was too simple, he was playing similar brain-dead games as other nobles, like taking a trap pot or something.

The people of Marienburg are like this. They feel that the so-called war is just a game, a part of business, rather than a matter of life and death. A large number of gold coins and the protection of Bretonnia and the Empire make them unable to clearly feel the folk customs of the Warhammer world. simple.

They can only think that the Imperials and Bretonnians are stupid and eyeing their cities.

In Nock's words, they have never seen how crazy the orcs on Mount Orka are, and they only know how to deal with remnants and defeated soldiers.

The people of Marienburg lack combat experience?Not necessarily so, since the mercenaries are no doubt veterans, and the merchants leave home, but they'll never have good generals.

If their dwarf-forged walls can still deal with the terrible forces of destruction, but now they are away from their home, then it is time for them to experience the excellent matchmaking mechanism of Bretonnia.

Small fishing boats left the port one by one, and what they carried were not living people, but a large number of armored corpses. Yes, they were also riding horses.

It may be hard for you to imagine a skeleton fisherman riding a horse on a fishing boat, but it doesn't seem like an exaggeration for this to happen in Bretonnia.

That's Bretonnia's excellent matchmaking mechanic, then integrate into the land, and then destroy your legion through them, the Bretonnian command.

Unless you're of Musilon, born and bred of Bretonnian, or Orka Mountain, or Wood Elves.

In fact, there are many races that can threaten the Bretonnians, but the guys from Marienburg are not among them.

They quickly became confused.

"Necro?"

"Fishing boat?"

"What fishing boat? It's a Bretonnian warship! Fire!"

"The warships in Bretonnia are so small..."

After a while of confusion, the baron suddenly realized that something was wrong. This is a group of skeletons and fishing boats. What fighting power do they have? Shoot them?
The Baron cursed. "You prodigal sons, have you forgotten who earned the gold coins?"

"Don't open it! This thing may not be as valuable as a cannonball, just get close and shoot!"

That's right, the baron's judgment was right, the sailors calmed down quickly, the price of a lead bullet plus gunpowder is about 2 decrees a piece, and a fishing boat plus the tattered second-hand armor, at most five decrees , and it is very likely that it will not be possible to send one at a time.

When they get close, shooting or the huge body of the battleship can quickly turn those things into a rotten log.

"The baron is right! Bretonnians are stupid things!"

"How could the skeleton defeat us?!"

The servants and mercenaries all have a high morale test, and their feathered hats and messy weapons also look extra bright in the sea breeze. That's right, the people of Marienburg will not fail!
When they thought this way, they had already been dragged into Bretonnia's excellent matching mechanism. If they fired, those soldiers would definitely suffer a lot of damage, but at this moment the fishing boat approached safely.

They were not overturned by the huge waves or the body of the battleship as the people of Marienburg imagined. Instead, they used a special iron claw to insert into the hull, fixed it firmly, and started laying the ladder calmly.

the Baron shouted. "Shoot! Shoot!"

But after a while, a few black lacquered things were thrown out from below.

"What?" The baron lowered his head and heard the sound of hissing. "Black powder!"

He immediately hugged his head, but there was no huge explosion as imagined, but a burst of red smoke. The soldiers were puzzled, but soon they covered their noses and eyes.

The baron realized instantly that this was a stimulating potion made by an alchemist...

Coughing sounds filled the entire ship, and such red smoke exploded on other warships.

There is no doubt that the people of Marienburg were tricked, and they were severely beaten in terms of technology!
When the "skeletons" climbed onto the battleship one by one, those people managed to recover from their coughs. Roel patted the thing on his body, which was lime pretending to be bone powder, and then thought about it.

"It seems that the material of the tear gas bomb is not good enough, the purity is not enough... Next time it can't be mixed with water..."

Nock takes off that uncomfortable mask...

"My lady, how can you be so scheming, are you really Bretonnian?"

Roel brought up his argument again.

"You don't need chivalry to deal with foreigners."

Nock replied. "You said the same thing to the greenskins last time!"

But before Roel could answer, two imperial mercenaries attacked with weapons.

The two of them didn't care, chatting and throwing punches without even using weapons. The two punches hit the bull's-eye. The farmer who was almost superman and the knight who was already superman knocked them down instantly.

Roel said. "These two are not very valuable..."

(End of this chapter)