The next morning.
Kailar was dressed in a white close-fitting suit, without armor or weapons, but he had a powerful aura, completely the focus of the scene.
"Depart." Holding a bronze staff, inlaid with crystal and with magic patterns on its handle, Kailar uttered just these two words. The neatly arrayed Knights, with synchronized steps, boarded the ship one by one.
Kailar looked at these orderly Knights with a sense of elation. Although there were only three thousand Knights, this was his first step out of England!
Expedition! Conquest! What exhilarating words.
And the Knights were also slightly excited. They had always been warriors who roamed the plains of England, but which warrior doesn't like to roam on a wider battlefield?
Enough! I've had enough! I've had enough of the narrow plains of the island. If you're a man, march towards the European continent!
And the most important parts of marching into the European continent are having a powerful fleet and a secure rear.
Now, they had a fleet, and they were fighting for a secure rear. Then, the next goal was... the continent!
What tempting military merits! The Knights were already eager, their Claymores itching for battle!
However, there was one rather short, no, if compared to those around him, an especially short fellow, who, due to being mixed among the Knights, was overlooked because the people around him were too tall.
When they set sail, Kailar stood on the upper deck and began to command. In fact, Rocar was right next to him, but he stood respectfully.
Because Kailar's teachings did not include experience in long-distance ocean voyages. Even though he had painstakingly accompanied Kailar and his junior brothers from the navigation department to build this fleet, he strictly adhered to what Kailar said: "If you don't know, go and learn, but if you deceive yourself into thinking you know, that is irresponsible. Both to yourself and to others."
So he just quietly watched Kailar's movements and learned.
"Southeast wind." Kailar licked his finger, held up his damp finger, felt the salty sea breeze, and said loudly, "Half sail, thirty-degree angle!!"
The Western three-masted ships only became popular during Spain's Age of Discovery. In this century, there was only ever a single-masted ship. One reason was for flexibility and ease of turning, and the other was limitations due to sailing technology. Kailar was just a human, and a human cannot know everything.
"Helmsman! Maintain current level!" Kailar continued to call out. Their ship served as the flagship, flying the lion flag, which meant it was responsible for issuing commands and leading the entire fleet.
Reefs and whirlpools are very dangerous, especially for large ships, so Kailar had to lead the way.
[According to intelligence, a natural harbor is indeed in this vicinity.] Kailar looked at the sun and the time, starting to calculate.
"Change direction, hoist sails! All of them! Fifty degrees, prepare to enter the port ahead." Kailar commanded, and Rocar personally acted as the flag signaler, waving the flags.
Behind them, fourteen large ships simultaneously began to turn.
"Oh." Kailar looked at the ships with their keels and paused, then suddenly realized, "So that's it. As a docking port and transit station... it is indeed a good harbor, an ideal location."
"And to reduce pressure by overloading? They store grain here? No wonder they've been going in and out..." Kailar's eyes grew brighter and brighter, his mind constantly calculating.
There weren't many Barbarians guarding here. They just rushed out of their crude wooden huts, waving axes, and watched in terror as Kailar's fleet sailed into the harbor.
"Order, Fleets One to Five, stop advancing and drop anchor here. Also, initiate suppression fire. After four waves of attacks, order the other fleets to deploy Knights and begin the slaughter. Again, no prisoners." Kailar smiled as he issued the command.
"Yes." His words greatly excited Rocar, who began to wave the flags.
Ships one to five began to stop, furl their sails, and then five men lifted a huge iron anchor and dropped it into the sea. Meanwhile, the ballistas aimed at the shore began to calibrate and load.
Watching them orderly set up the stone ballistas and begin firing, Kailar smiled with satisfaction, and then countless stone projectiles rained down on the shore like meteors.
Kailar knew very well that the ships docked at the shore would not contain any provisions, because the ships were damp, and provisions would spoil in just one day if not transported on the same day.
So the provisions wouldn't be smashed, fire away without worry!
With this thought in mind, Kailar naturally showed no mercy.
After four waves of attacks, both the keel ships and the shore were a mess. "Alright, you can go now," Kailar said.
So the remaining large ships slowly approached the shore, and many archers aimed their bows at the shore. In fact, the high ground advantage allowed them to effectively shoot down enemies.
However, at this point, there was no one left standing on the shore; they had either hidden in the houses or were completely dismembered.
The Knights landed and began their slaughter, then started burning the bodies. Kailar, however, intended to use this place as a stepping stone. Since such a place could serve as a stepping stone for the Barbarians, it could also serve as a stepping stone for Camelot to counter-invade Bergen. Bergen was a relatively large island inhabited by Barbarians and was now the home of the Gauls.
Everything has a relative nature.
At night, no one camped on the island. Everyone slept on hammocks on the ships, 100 meters away from the land. No one knew if there were any Barbarians still lurking and not killed. If there were, any loss would be unnecessary.
After arranging twenty-five people to take turns on night watch, Kailar finally completed all his day's work. Exhausted, he slowly walked back to his bedroom, which was the captain's cabin. It had already been decorated by the maid. This time, he didn't even bring a Claymore, because most of the Claymores were in the royal city, and he didn't want them to rush over with tired bodies.
Kailar shook his head. Claymores ate very little and were very strong in combat. If not for those unsightly scars, they could almost be described as perfect warriors. If they didn't awaken and go berserk, even he would want to obtain this technology and cultivate Claymore warriors from girls loyal to him every year. However, the drawbacks were just as numerous.
Kailar pinched his brow, his thoughts inevitably wandering. But when he pushed open the door and entered the captain's cabin, he found it brightly lit. His wife, King Arthur, was sitting on the bed, looking at him with a flattering smile: "This time, it's my turn to be willful."