"It's over! Everything is over!" Inglish watched as his warships were inherited one after another. He collapsed onto the deck, his head bowed, his heart filled with regret. Why had he boarded the ship? If he had stayed on shore, with over three thousand Barbarians at his disposal, he would only need to withstand the first wave of attack, then defend in place and rally the scattered soldiers. He would at least have a fighting chance. But at sea, the enemy, simply by relying on the range of their super-weapon, could slaughter everyone here. Damn it, damn it! Damn it!!!
Inglish roared, but the high-pitched scream rapidly approached. He looked up in a daze, watching the cannonball flying towards him. His pupils constricted sharply, and then his entire face disappeared from his neck.
Behind him was a splatter of exploded blood and mud.
"Excellent, total annihilation!" Rocar laughed heartily, raising his signal flag. The flag signals were simple, at least easy enough to command all the warships: advance, stop, defend, fire.
These four were the simplest and easiest flag signals.
For the current Red Leaf Fleet, it was already enough.
"Bee ships, press forward! Shoot down all the stragglers! Teacher's orders, no prisoners!" Rocar sneered, shouting loudly. Bee ships referred to small, extremely fast ships that suppressed the enemy with arrows. They were as swift as bees and as sharp as their stings. These small ships not only used the braking technology of sailboats but also had two paddle wheels. The waterwheels currently in Red Leaf Ridge used this type of pedal wheel. With four people on each side, they could accelerate very easily. Of course, this was mainly for use near the English Channel where the wind was not strong. If they were in a larger ocean with more terrifying winds, they would probably be directly capsized.
Therefore, the main use of these ships was to surround shallow sea areas.
Furthermore, the lack of countermeasures against large ships was also one of the Bee ships' drawbacks.
No person is perfect, no ship is flawless; the so-called invincibility only exists in theory.
Like hornets, the Bee ships swarmed out, covering a distance of about two thousand meters in just over thirty seconds before beginning to shoot down the Barbarians who had fallen into the water.
In fact, even now, the Barbarians still had a chance at survival. They only needed to cling to large pieces of wood and drift to the opposite shore or return to Camelot to live.
But the appearance of the Bee ships completely extinguished their last shred of hope.
The bows they used were powerful, easily penetrating the water and shooting another five or six meters without any problem.
Their chances of survival were completely eliminated.
"Return to base!" When the surface of the water was almost entirely covered with corpses, Rocar waved his flag. He had no qualms about slaughtering the Barbarians, because his parents had been killed by the Gauls in Lyla Town. For him, who was just beginning to remember things at that time, that nightmare-like memory had haunted him for ten years. The seven-year itch... if Kailar hadn't constantly taught him meditation, patience, the unity of knowledge and action, and the acquisition of knowledge to barely suppress this hatred, he would probably have become a murderous maniac and gone insane, right?
Why study ships and navigation knowledge? Because he was a fisherman's son, and the other reason was for the Barbarians who wanted to rule the seas!
Kailar had two exceptionally talented individuals under him who studied navigation knowledge: one was his fifth disciple, Rocar, and the other was his tenth disciple, Roger Mi.
Roger Mi excelled in great navigation techniques, wind speed, sea conditions, weather observation, and knowledge of fish and marine life. Therefore, Kailar sent him to travel from the Iceland route, through Greenland, and then to the New World of North America, the Americas!
There, he would bring back seeds and crops from the New World, which was essential and certain.
Kailar's plans had never gone wrong; this was the blind faith of his disciples, or rather, it was the absolute trust forged over ten years of teaching and companionship.
"Retreat!" Rocar was already eager for Kailar's praise.
Meanwhile, on the mainland, things were a bit serious.
When Kailar climbed down from the cliff, what awaited him was not a joyful reunion, but a very serious face.
Even his usual bedmate, even she, who he knew so well, now looked at him like an angry lioness.
Instinctively feeling something was amiss, Kailar smiled apologetically: "Oh, isn't this Lily? How do you feel after such a beautiful victory?"
"Kay!!!" Artoria's voice made Kailar's expression stiffen, and the smile on his face became even more fawning: "Mm, I'm right here."
"Do you know how worried I was! Do you know! Do you know how incredibly worried I was!" Artoria suddenly rushed two steps forward, arriving in front of Kailar and shouting loudly.
"Do you know...?" With her nose red, she looked as if she could burst into tears with just half a sentence. At this moment, she was not merely a king, a Your Majesty, an invincible god of war.
She was just a girl, an immature girl, worried that her husband might leave and never return... At eighteen, even if pressure had made her mature, in this aspect, she was still underage!
His expression instantly changed from stiff to gentle. Kailar gently stroked her head, teasing and caressing that single cowlick: "Mm, I'm here, thank you, thank you..." Kailar gently embraced her, "This battle was calm, this campaign was mature, this command was excellent. Indeed, you have matured, I am very happy and glad, and I thank you." Kailar gently stroked her cowlick and lightly patted her back, comforting her tenderly: "That's why I came here so confidently, that's why I stood below the stage so calmly, that's why I waited for your arrival so peacefully. Perfect, I am very happy, truly, truly very happy."
"Ugh..." Artoria simply buried her head in Kailar's embrace.
"But!" Artoria suddenly grabbed Kailar's collar. For a height of 1.54 meters, or four feet, to lift Kailar's head, who stood at 1.79 meters, or six feet, would require an immense amount of strength and anger: "Do you think you can so easily escape punishment for your willfulness!"
"Well." Kailar took two steps back, pushed away by her, and chuckled, merely shrugging his shoulders as he watched her, wearing a blue cape already stained with blood, mount her warhorse.
"It seems this time won't be so easy to handle..." Kailar shook his head and blew a whistle. In the distance, a magnificent horse with a white halo was rapidly approaching...