September 2513 of the Empire Calendar, Arabian Sea, Shark Fjord, the famous port of the Brittany Knight Expeditionary Force, Koufa Port.
This port was the starting point of the famous Flaming Red Expedition, and also the beginning of everything. Countless bloody Knight Wars did not stop after the Flaming Red Expedition ended and eliminated the Arabian King (also known as Sultan) Jafar. The Brittany joined forces with the Empire, the Estalians, and the Tyrians, and fought for three to four hundred years before completely eliminating anyone who tried to inherit Jafar's title and all the remaining forces of Jafar.
The voyage fleet temporarily docked here to replenish their supplies before continuing on to Ossouin.
"Welcome to Ocean Soul 3, brought to you by the Enterprise and Ryan. We'll give you a walkthrough of Ocean Soul 3. Well, yesterday, we set off from Fort Marlin and arranged everything. Next, we'll continue to Ossuan." Knight King Laing stood on the famous Koufa Port and muttered to himself, "But we need to stop at Koufa Port to replenish our supplies."
“？？？ Yesterday? We set off from Marlin Castle in August, and it's already September, and you're still talking about yesterday? " Laing's brother-in-law, Julius, came down from the deck and said to Laing, "Your Majesty, I think there's something wrong with your concept of time."
"A day in the Qin calendar is a year in the human world." Ryan giggled and said something that no one could understand.
"Qin calendar?" Fulgen also came down from the ironclad. The commander of the Ashes Corps was still as elegant as ever. "What is that place?"
"It's a country that can't be seen but can be touched." Laing smiled. He noticed that Suria and Olica had come down from the ironclad, so he took the initiative to stop the topic. "Okay, let's not talk about this. We won't stay here for too long. Everyone can take a walk and then we'll continue on our journey."
The exotic Arabi was a place that produced all kinds of spices, perfumes, coffee, cocoa, tapestries, shawls, honey, glycerin, and ivory products. It used to be a unified country, but after the death of Jafar in the Flaming Red Expedition, it was divided again. This point has already been mentioned before, so it will not be repeated here.
Today, the Empire and the Brittany occupied the most important and rich areas in the north of Arabi. The remaining dozen Arabi sultans or Arabi emirs (dukes) formed a loose city-state, satisfied with a state of autonomy. As long as there was even the slightest thought of unification, the army of the old world would make them understand that Arabi could not be unified.
Laing came ashore here and met the three Brittany Knights of the Expeditionary Army. The three grand teachers led a large group of Brittany knights stationed here to meet the king. Laing comforted and encouraged them gently.
In addition, there was also a group of knights that Laing had to meet. They were the ones that Laing had requested before. Many of the aristocratic families in the country had not produced a qualified knight for four generations. After Laing issued the king's decree, many of the aristocratic families were forced to send many young knight apprentices or a group of useless people to report to the king.
To put it bluntly, in Laing's opinion, these people were too fast to be cannon fodder. In addition, many of the aristocrats had bad habits and were difficult to control, so Laing directly sent these people to the Arabi Expeditionary Army to serve the expeditionary army here.
In fact, it was a suicide mission. These useless people were sent to their deaths. The survival of the fittest would weed out a small number of talents and elites. Laing knew that Brittany, like other countries, would also face the problem of land annexation. Even if the free people were finally independent, the aristocrats would still slowly annex the wealth and land back.
Was there a solution to this problem? In fact, there was no solution. Besides a fixed number of deaths, Mankind's history was a continuous cycle.
At least in this world, the conflict of land annexation was overshadowed by more terrifying external pressure and various threats. The endless wars made it difficult for the aristocratic families to grow rapidly. After all, the aristocratic Knights would personally lead the troops to battle. Laing had to purge the useless aristocratic Knights and ease the conflict. The most important thing for the serfs and aristocrats was to protect the country. The invasion of Chaos, Green Skins, Orcs, and Scarecrow Ratmen wasn't a problem of changing masters.
How could these spoiled knights and nobles bear the hardships of living in a desert like Araby? Seeing that the king had come to visit them, they all came up to him with tears in their eyes, especially those of the greater nobles. They complained to Leon or Suria that there were too many wars, too much training, too bad of a living environment, too bad of a food, too bad of a place to live, and if they could go back to Brittania.
"Sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime. Plain and simple struggle is the spirit of a Knight." Laing smiled and shook hands with the aristocratic Knights. Then Laing and Suria went to the Knights' barracks to check on the Knights' meals.
There was stewed potatoes, beef, and carrots in the big pot.
"How long does it take to stew?" Laing used a big ladle to stir the stew in the pot.
"It takes more than three hours," Morgan Bright Flame, the Great Mentor of the Blazing Knights, said.
"It's a tough dish." Laing nodded, and the Knight King took back the ladle.
"Your Majesty, the Skeletons in the deep desert are fighting with the Green Skins from the south of the Evil Lands at Golden Oath City." Great Mentor Morgan said to Laing, "Both sides have invested a large number of troops, and the war has been going on for several months."
"Hmm, you didn't participate in it, right?" Laing frowned.
"No, we strictly followed your orders," Great Mentor Morgan said respectfully. "We didn't participate."
"Very good. If the Green Skins and the Tomb King don't take the initiative to attack, we won't take the initiative to attack. Let the Skeletons and the Green Skins in the tomb fight." Laing thought for a moment and said slowly, "Also, the people I sent need to be trained in war."
"We understand. These guys with soft skin and tender flesh need to be tempered by the sand of the desert." Great Mentor Morgan smiled. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for sending us so many new recruits. Your Majesty, are you interested in seeing the Foreign Legion?"
"Okay."
Next, Laing and the others inspected the Brittany's famous Foreign Legion at the Kofa Pier. This legion's predecessor was the foreign legion formed by the people of the Empire, the Estalians, the Tyrians, and even the Arabians during the Red Flame Expedition. It was formed under the orders of the Knight King, "the Just" Jules. At that time, there were about one or two thousand people. They were very strong, but their salary was also relatively high. Over the years, many people had chosen to join, and they maintained the three battle regiments of more than three thousand people.
Laing could directly dispatch this legion, but Laing was not interested in transferring the Foreign Legion back to the country at the moment. It was better to leave it in Arabia for the war.
The fleet that went to Ossouin spent two days at the Kofa Pier to complete their resupply, and then continued their voyage.
In addition to Tegris's high-precision Phoenix Warship, there were four ships that visited Ossouin. They were Forgen's flagship, the Saint Sophia, the Gold Mage Karim's flagship, the Burning Cutlass, Laing's flagship, the Enterprise, and the former flagship, the Landuin.
After the army returned to the Iron Armored Warships, the voyage continued.
Laing could occasionally hear the soldiers complaining that it was not easy to get ashore. They only rested for two days, and now they had to board again. The King just smiled and did not respond.
During the voyage, the accommodation of the army was indeed a huge problem. Ordinary soldiers had to squeeze into the "soldier's cabin," which had dozens of people to a room. They had to sleep on a three-story bed, which was really uncomfortable. The knights and officers had to squeeze into a three-person room. Only the two commanders of the Old Guard, Bertrand and Davu, had a single room.
The King's Bedroom of the Enterprise was located in the rear half of the Iron Armored Warship. It was a small suite, covering an area of about 80 square meters. It had a separate bathroom, kitchen, dining room, and a separate bedroom. It was relatively small, but it was the highest level of luxury on a battleship.
As usual, Laing inspected the situation on the Enterprise and the soldiers' meals before returning to his King's Suite.
The King opened the door to the room. Olica and Suria were sitting on the sofa and chatting. Seeing Laing come back, Suria looked very interested. "My dear, you're back? What's the matter? "
"Nothing." Laing hung his cloak on the hanger and then fell on the sofa. "Why can't time go forward? I really want to reach Ossouin tomorrow."
"Laing, you have to be patient. If Ossouin is so easy to reach, we won't have to go through so much trouble." Sulia was wearing a full set of Brittany feathered pleated dress with a translucent necktie. The top half of it was a slightly translucent white calico shirt. Her long and beautiful legs were wrapped in black translucent velvet pantyhose. The female knight saw that her husband was about to fall on her as soon as he came back. She quickly stretched out her arms to catch him and let him rest comfortably on her black silk thighs. The female knight was actually a little tired of the long voyage. Fortunately, Leon was with her. "Didn't Sir Tegris say that it will take more than half a month?"
"Master, let me help you relax a little." Olica, on the other hand, was sitting on the other side. Today, the dark elf was wearing a purple, wide-shoulder dress with pink and white spaghetti straps and stockings. Her waist-length black hair was full of magic. The dark elf maid sat on the other side with a smile. Her amber eyes were filled with excitement. The dark elf maid's flirtatious temperament and Sulia's graceful and dignified temperament complemented each other well. She gently massaged Leon's shoulders. "It's not that easy to get to Ossuan, Master. Apart from the long journey, we also need the guidance of the high elf navigators to reach Lotharn."
"That's so troublesome." Laing saw that Olica was having trouble massaging his shoulders, so he sat up and put the dark elf on his lap. He hugged Olica face to face like a pillow and buried his head in Olica's broad chest. "There's nothing to do. I really want to sleep all the way to Ossouin."
Olica, who was in Laing's arms, was like a little taro ball, very lovable.
"Master, can you rest as you wish?" Olica did not struggle at all. Instead, she obediently kicked off her black high heels and snuggled into Laing's arms. "Master, have you not thought about what to do? How to deal with the high elves? "
"We'll talk about that when we get there." Laing hugged his soft and fragrant pillow and smiled at Suria. "Suria, how is it? Do you regret following me? Life at sea is boring, right? "
"Wherever you are, it's a fun place." Suria looked at Olica, who was in Laing's arms, with a hint of jealousy. The female knight was a little reserved. She just leaned on her husband's shoulder. "I came willingly. Why, are you leaving me behind?"
"How would I dare to do that? You are my wife." Laing could not stop laughing. He looked at the cramped environment of the ironclad suite. There was only enough space in the living room for a table, a sofa, and two wardrobes. The Knight King also put his arm around the female knight's shoulder. "This is good."
"What's good about it? Geez, why didn't you ask the dwarves to make you an extra bedroom? "Suria said with some displeasure. The Knight King was indeed a little unhappy about this matter.
To put it simply, since the king's suite only had one bedroom, the female knight was forced to play chess with Olica and Laing … in the bedroom at night.
"A battleship is a battleship. Its main purpose is to fight, not to be used as a hotel!" Laing was still quibbling. The Knight King hugged Olica and let her back lean against him. He then put his arm around the dark elf's waist and reached out to gently knead Olica's delicate white silk feet. The king said casually, "But the high elves, Tegris' Phoenix Battleship and Arabi's flagship, the Burning Cutlass, have cabins that are like palaces. Ah, I want a fleet like the high elves."
"Then master might as well get a black ark!" Olica's soft body allowed Laing to touch her. The dark elf's face was flushed. "I know how to carry out the sacrificial ceremony. First, sacrifice the souls and flesh of 50,000 slaves, and then …"
"Olica! Laing is the Knight King. How can he do such a thing! "Suria quickly interrupted Olica." We already have ironclad warships now. "
"That's true. Ironclad warships are enough to deal with our cousins." Seeing that Ryan didn't say anything, Olica knew that her master didn't agree with her proposal, so she said with a little regret, "At least it's enough for now. Master, Madam, look at Tigris's Phoenix Battleship. It's actually a modified version of the Star Dragon Battleship. If it weren't for that supreme mage, the Phoenix Battleship wouldn't be able to defeat your Dwarf Battleship."
"Oh? Didn't I hear that the elite Stardragon Fleet is the most powerful navy in the world? "Suria was interested. The female knight asked casually," Olica, why do I feel that you are … "
"The elite Stardragon Fleet is indeed more powerful than our Duruqi's navy, but the premise is that there are dragons!" Olica shook her head mockingly. The dark elf obviously did not care about the so-called navy of the high elves. "How many dragons are left in the high elves? In the battle where I was captured, I was only captured because of the two Scorching Sun Dragons escorting me and turning the situation around at the critical moment. Otherwise, I would have already sent those guys into the sea to feed the fish. "
Laing and Suria both wanted to ask about Olica's origin, but the dark elf did not say anything. She just closed her eyes and smiled, leaning into Laing's arms. "Master, madam, if the opportunity is right, I will tell you."
"Okay!" Laing smiled mischievously. "Madam, there is still some time before dinner. Why don't the three of us …"
Suria's face was immediately covered with a blush. She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking of the experience during this period, the female knight felt that it was meaningless to refuse. Just as she was in a dilemma, there was a knock on the door of the suite.
"Your Majesty! Sir Fogen, Sir Pilazo, Sir Julius, Sir Felix, Sir Jin, and the others have boarded the ship. He said he wants to talk to you about something. "Davu, the commander of the Old Guard, said at the door.
"Okay, tell him to wait a moment. I will pack up and come right away." Laing said loudly.
"Yes!"
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