Release that Witch

Just dawn, Kakusim came to the dock.

Unlike the weekdays, the docks are full of silent people, carrying backpacks and rifles, like a jungle standing in the snow. Despite the large number of people, the order at the scene was very orderly. The soldiers were squatting on a paddle steamer. It was this posture that made him feel the power of speechlessness.

Kakusim could not help but swallow.

This is the warrior of His Royal Highness.

It’s incredible. The old man thought that when he was young, he had spent more than half of the gray fort, from Haifeng County to Bishui Port. He also led the merchant fleet to the fjord island, witnessed the armored knights of Yaowu, and also saw that they could fight with empty hands. The ferocious barbarian of the beast. Those people are undoubtedly extremely powerful brave fighters for him, but he did not expect that now in front of a group of ordinary people, they once again feel this powerful, and better than ever.

Yes, these people are ordinary people... Kaksim has been in Bianzi Town for almost four months, and the understanding of the town is deepening. He knew that the members of the First Army were basically selected from the local aborigines. When they joined the army, most of them were adults. The previous occupations were varied, including miners, hunters, kiln workers and masonry, but there were no soldiers. In other words, they did not experience combat training from an early age.

However, in just a few months, these people already have the momentum that is not inferior to any knights. What kind of magic is the prince's imperial concubine?

"You... really want to go?" There was a voice deliberately depressing behind him. He heard it, and he was infected by this silent team.

"Why do I have to apply for the captain?" Kakusim took a deep breath.

"But they are going to fight."

"They are all working for their High Court," the old man said without saying back, "And me too."

The sound behind me was silent for a moment. "Don't die outside."

He did not answer, but waved his hand.

......

Against the snow, Kakusim boarded the No. 6 paddle steamer. According to tradition, the captain can name his own ship. Although this weird ship belongs to His Royal Highness, he is still told that he has this power.

Only the old man has not made up his mind.

This is his position as the captain again after he bid farewell to the voyage for more than ten years. He hopes that he can come up with a commemorative name.

"Boss, you are here!" Entering the cabin of the bow, his deputy immediately greeted him. "The boiler is now warming up, and I promise that it will turn quickly."

This young man is called a barracuda, from the south, and has had several years of fishing in the sea. If he is in other fleets, he may not even be a sailor, but it is not bad here, everyone is a novice.

"Is the crew all arrived?"

"It’s long gone, you are the last one,” the other squeezed.

"If you don't know how to respect a captain, I will be happy to let you wipe the deck for a whole day."

"No, dear Mr. Captain," the young man stood up straight, "I certainly understand!"

"This is like words," Kakussim touched his beard. "Notify the boiler room and let them burn the fire a little more, but don't close the **** steam valve. I don't want to hit the front again. The **** of the ship!"

"Well, I know." After a word was over, the barracuda was still in the original shape. He squinted at the old man and then flew out of the cockpit.

"This kid," Kakussim smiled and shook his head. The serious atmosphere brought by the First Army was diluted a lot, and he seemed to return to the days of sailing on the sea. Walking to the steering wheel, the old man gently rubbed the wooden handle and began to sink to review the operation process of the ship.

The stone ship invented by His Royal Highness is very different from the sailboat. It has no masts and no cabins under the deck. There are only two rooms in the middle of the bow and the hull. The front is called the cab and can pass through two large The window clearly sees the route, the middle is the boiler room, and the power of the ship comes from there.

The rear and rear of the cab are bare decks. When training, they often bring some miners, go west along the Chishui River, go to the edge of the forest to dig some coal back. This thing is more resistant than firewood, in Haifeng County. It is also a common heating object. Now, the windshield has been pulled around the deck, and a shed has been set up on the top of the deck, apparently for the boat soldiers.

Although this new gadget has never been touched before, Kakusim soon found out in training that it is not difficult to make it move, even easier than sailing. It is not necessary to adjust the canvas according to the wind direction and the wind. This saves a lot of manpower and time. A villager can burn the boiler prosperously. It is impossible to master the climbing of the sails for half a year. As long as the chimney emits white gas, the boat will go off when the valve is closed.

At this time, a dull whistle came from the front, breaking the quietness of the morning town of Bianbu.

This is the signal for departure.

"Boss, the water in the stove has already boiled!" The barracuda returned to the cab.

"Ring the bell, inform the big foot and the grizzly to close, speed, go forward one!" Kakusim solemnly stated the order.

"Yes, go ahead!" The barracuda pulled a slender wire from the wall. Following the thread, the corresponding bell in the boiler room would tremble to convey the command from the captain.

The hull swayed abruptly, and the wooden wheels on both sides slowly turned.

Kakusim held the steering wheel and looked directly at the front. When Wei Wei asked the question, he did not say the true thoughts of his heart, or that the effectiveness of the Lord was only a small part of the answer.

He only likes the captain's position more simply.

Whether it is a sailboat or a steam paddle boat, Kakusim will feel heartfelt when he holds the steering wheel and smashes the waves on the water.

This is the life he wants.

"Pull the sails... No, continue to add coal!" The old man turned to the right and shouted, "The boys are holding on, we are leaving!"

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"As long as you can send me to Bianbu Town, the Celtic family will have a lot of rewards... Five, no, ten Golden Dragons," said the butler at the door of a log cabin next to the river, facing the distressed boatman. Asked. His left foot stuck in the door seam, lest the other party directly close the dilapidated door panel and shut himself out.

"Big, adults...not that I don't want to send you, but I can't do it," said the boatman stuttering. "You, you see, my boat has a light bottom, even a snow-blocking There are no sheds, but it is still good to cross the river, but you can go to Bianbu Town, but it is a few days of effort! Not to mention whether I can use the poles to get there, the snow and ice at night, where are we sleeping and sleeping! If you want to say that you are sleeping on a boat, you can’t freeze it into two popsicles all night?"

“Is there any other boatman in the vicinity who can go to Bianbu Town?” the housekeeper asked unwillingly.

"Nothing is gone," the other party waved again and again. "We are all just small boats. Only the fortresses in the fortress must have overnight sailing boats. You should go there and find them."

If you can enter the long song fortress, why bother to come to the outskirts of the dock to find these boatmen who want to fish and ferry?

The butler stepped on the snow on the ground. Since the four people started to attack the fortress, the gates have been closed. It took half a day to bypass the fortress and come here. Unfortunately, it is still in vain.

Seeing that the sky is going to be dark, how can we complete the task of the master's account?

The butler looked at the Chishui River with a bitter look, but soon he was in the same place.

God, what is that?

He blinked and convinced that he was not mistaken. A very large fleet was heading towards him. The boat looked different from the sailboat he had seen. In the snow, the fleet rumbling. The sound, along the river quickly advance; in addition to the first quaint sailing ship, the other boats clearly have no sails, but they are heading against the wind, the bow of the ship cuts the water into two sections, like a wave of waves.

The flag of the first ship fluttered in the wind, and the high-tower rifle family emblem embroidered on it was vividly watched, and the housekeeper could not help but hold his breath. This is the fleet of His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon! (To be continued.)