Release that Witch Chapter 445: Advance

As soon as it dawned, Kassim came to dock.

Unlike usual, dock is full of silent crowds. They are carrying backpacks and spears, like a dense forest standing in the snow. Despite the large number of people, the order at the scene was very smooth. The soldiers boarded Stream Ship one by one. This posture alone made him feel speechless.

Kassim could not help swallowing.

This is the fighter of His Highness the Prince.

It's incredible. The old man thought that when he was young, he broke through more than half of Greycastle, from Sea Wind Region to Port of Clear Water. He also led the merchant fleet to the fjord island, witnessed the iron armor Knight, and also saw that he could fight empty-handed. The fierce barbarian of the beast. Those people were undoubtedly extremely powerful brave men, but he did not expect that now in front of a group of ordinary people, he felt the power again and better than ever.

Yes, these people are ordinary people ... Kassim has been in Border Town for almost four months, and the understanding of small town is getting deeper. He knows that the members of First Army are basically selected from the local indigenous people. Most of them were adulthood in the joining army. Their previous occupations were various, including miners, hunter, and furnace workers and masonry workers, but there were no soldiers. In other words, they have no experience in combat training since childhood.

However, in just a few months, these people have the same momentum as any Knight group. What kind of magic is His Highness the Prince performing?

"You ... really going?" Behind him came a deliberately low voice. Hearing, he was also infected by the silent team.

"Why should I apply for a captain position?" Kassim take a deep breath.

"But they are going to fight."

"They are all playing for His Royal Highness," the old man said without looking back, "and me."

The voice behind was silent for a moment, "Don't die outside."

He didn't answer anymore, but waved his hand.

...

Amidst the snow, Kassim boarded the sixth Stream Ship. According to tradition, the captain can name his own ship. Although this strange ship belongs to His Highness the Prince, he is still told that he has this power.

It's just that the old man hasn't made up his mind.

This is after he bid farewell to sailing for more than ten years, and once again as captain, he hopes that he can come up with a memorable name.

"Boss, you're here!" Entering the cabin of the bow, his deputy immediately greeted him, "Now boiler is warming up, I promise it will turn quickly."

This guy is called Mullet and comes from southern region. He has been going fishing for several years. In other fleets, he may not even be a sailor, but he is not bad here, and everyone is a novice.

"Are all the crew here?"

"It's already here, you are the last one," the other side narrowed his eyes.

"If you don't know how to be a captain of Esteemed, I will be happy to let you wipe the deck all day."

"No, Mr. Captain of Esteemed," the boy stood upright, "I certainly understand!"

"That's what it sounds like," Kassim said with a beard. "Notify the boiler room and let them burn the fire a bit more, but don't close the **** steam valve. I don't want to hit the front Ship's ass! "

"Oh, I know." After a few words, Mullet was full again. He blinked at the old man, then flew out of the cockpit.

"This boy," Kassim shook his head with a smile. The serious atmosphere brought by First Army was diluted a lot, and he seemed to be back to the days of galloping at sea. Going to the steering wheel, the old man gently rubbed the wooden qualitative wheel handle and began to sink his heart to review the operation process of Stream Ship.

The stone ship Breeze, invented by His Royal Highness, is completely different. It does not have a mast or a cabin below the deck. There are only two rooms at the bow and the middle of the hull. Two large windows clearly see the route situation, with the boiler room in the middle, 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 Scarlet Water River, go to the edge of Hidden Forest to dig some coal back. This thing is more resistant to burning than firewood, and it is also in Sea Wind Region More common heating. Now, shelter cloth is pulled around the deck, and a shed is set up above the head, apparently for soldiers on board.

Although I have never been exposed to this new gadget before, Kassim quickly discovered during training that it is not difficult to move it, and it is even easier than sailing. It doesn't just need to adjust the canvas according to the wind direction Breeze. This saves a lot of manpower and time. Any villager can burn boiler vigorously, but it is a impossible thing to master the pole climbing and sailing in half a year. As long as the chimney emits white gas, the boat will leave when the valve is closed.

At this moment, a dull whistle sound came from the front, breaking the early morning tranquility of Border Town.

This is a signal of departure.

"Boss, the water in the stove is already boiling!" Mullet channeled back to the cab.

"Pull the bell, notify Bigfoot and the Grizzly to close, speed, go forward one!" Kassim said solemnly.

"Yes, move forward!" Mullet pulled up an elongated iron wire on the wall, and along this wire, the corresponding bell in the boiler room would tremble to convey the command from the captain.

The ship swayed a little, and the wooden wheels on both sides slowly turned.

Kassim holds the steering wheel and looks straight ahead. When Wei Yan asked that question, he didn't say the real idea of ​​bottom of heart, or that serving feudal lord was only a small part of the answer.

He just likes the captain more.

Whether it is a sailboat or a steam Stream Ship, Kassim will feel sincere joy when holding the steering wheel and breaking the waves on the water.

This is the life he wants.

"Lafan ... No, keep adding coal!" The old man turned to the right and shouted, "Hurry up, we want set off!"

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"As long as you can send me to Border Town, the Schilt family will have a heavy reward ... five, no, ten gold royal," the housekeeper blocked at the door of a wooden house beside the river, facing the boatman in distress. Asked. His left foot was stuck in the door seam to prevent the other party from directly closing the worn door panel and keeping himself out.

"Master, lord ... it's not that I don't want to send you, but it really can't be done," the boatman stuttered. "You, look, my boat has a light bottom, even one. There are no snow shelters, but I usually use it to cross the river, but you said you want to go to Border Town, but that ’s a few days of work! Not to mention if I can use the brace to reach it. It ’s snowy at night, where do we sleep and sleep You have to say that on the sleeping boat, you ca n’t freeze it into two popsicles all night? ”

"Is there any other nearby who can go to the Border Town's boatman?" the housekeeper asked unwillingly.

"No more, no more," the other waved his hands again and again, "We are all just small boats. Only in stronghold, there are big sailing boats that can stay overnight. You should go there."

If you can enter Longsong Stronghold, why bother to come to dock in the suburbs to find these boatmen who live on fishing and ferrying?

The housekeeper stomped on the snow on the ground. Since Four Great Families started to attack stronghold, all city gates have been closed. It took him half a day to get around stronghold, but unfortunately he still finds nothing.

Seeing that the sky is going to be dark, how can I complete the task given by the master?

The steward looked bitterly at Scarlet Water River, but soon he stayed in place.

Oh my god, what's that?

He rubbed his eyes, convinced that he had not mistaken a very large fleet is heading towards himself. The ship looks different from the sailboats he has seen. In the blizzard of snow, the fleet issued The rumbling noises made rapid progress along the river. Except for the first weird boat, the rest of the ships apparently did not have sails, but were traveling against the wind. The bow of the ship cut the water surface into two sections, which was like cutting waves.

The flag of the first ship fluttered in the wind, the high tower spear family emblem embroidered on it was vivid, but the steward couldn't help holding his breath, this is His Highness Roland Wimbledon's fleet! (To be continued.)