Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Rick is very decisive. He has been working on the ship since he was a teenager. Now he has obtained the title of knight. He is already a legend among sailors.

Legends naturally have legendary abilities.

In this unfavorable situation, he made a decision early.

Morale must not collapse. There is no retreat on the sea.

Winner takes all, this is the rule on the sea.

The crossbow shoots at close range, and its power is amazing.

With a buzzing sound, the bowstring resonates with the air.

The thick crossbow arrow directly penetrates the three people and is inserted into the arm of the ship.

It even shoots out of the wooden wall and keeps shaking.

"What are you afraid of? Shoot hard for me."

The three sailing ships not only have crossbows, but also some bows and arrows.

The Southern Chamber of Commerce has always been willing to spend money on armaments, and the weapons in the north are cheap and good, which is equivalent to improving combat effectiveness in disguise.

Rick shot a sound with an arrow, which directly reversed the situation.

The sailors are all old hands, and they were just scared just now.

They are not lacking in courage.

Or rather, the Chamber of Commerce gave too much.

The sailors who reacted knew the consequences of failure at sea, which aroused their blood and courage.

The sound of gunfire continued, but the crossbows disrupted the rhythm of the red-coated soldiers.

The sailors seized the opportunity and jumped onto the opposite ship.

The sailors wielding rapiers and scimitars fought very unrestrainedly.

The red-coated soldiers retreated step by step, and the muskets lost their effect at close range.

The absolute advantage in numbers made them see no hope of winning.

A red-coated soldier dragged out a small cannon, laid it flat and bombarded directly.

The unlucky guy who was hit was instantly broken into two pieces.

The upper body fell to the ground, but he had not lost consciousness yet, wailing and crawling.

It was extremely creepy.

But after a brief shock, the situation could not be changed at all.

The angry sailors chopped all the red-coated soldiers in front of them into meat paste.

Rick hurried over, but in the end he didn't save a few people.

However, it was obvious that the one who survived to the end was the leader of the ship, with silver lines on the edge of his red uniform.

He didn't seem to be frightened by the tragic scene, but shouted excitedly, speaking a strange language.

Rick stepped forward and kicked him to relieve his hatred.

"Keep an eye on the people, we're going back.

When we return to the colony, Sir Cullen will not treat you badly, and the bonus will be doubled." Rick took a deep breath, this trip was not a loss.

He believed that Sir Cullen would not be stingy with a little bonus, compared to the harvest, that little bonus was insignificant.

The sailors began to cheer, didn't they fight to death for this little bonus?

However, it was difficult for Rick to be as optimistic as them, and the victory was a miserable victory.

And one thing was confirmed, these guys in red clothes and white skin seemed to be stronger than the Chamber of Commerce.

"As long as there are 10,000 such troops, all the colonies of the Chamber of Commerce in the New World will be finished." Rick was deeply aware of the gap in military strength between the two sides.

Even thinking a little further, if the other party landed in the southern province, it might not be a matter of colonies being seized.

Obviously, he would not count on the other party's mercy.

He could start a war as soon as they met and enslave black slaves. It was obvious that they were the same kind of people as him.

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The Southern Chamber of Commerce hurried to the North to buy weapons and equipment, and naturally felt threatened.

Even the civil war in the Locke Kingdom was constantly adjusting their priorities.

In order to shut Derek up, they chose an irresistible opportunity and gave him a generous gift.

Both the two thousand black slaves and the castle were definitely heavyweight gifts.

And they did get a reward. Viscount Chavez brought back shiploads of weapons and equipment.

Even the Northland war horses were introduced in units of hundreds.

In a short period of time, the southern nobles could organize several knights.

Viscount Chavez's effective performance once again won everyone's recognition.

Several bigwigs specially held a celebration dinner for him.

"Cheers to Viscount Chavez!!!" Count Bergen raised his glass and took the initiative to build momentum for Viscount Chavez.

Then, he took Viscount Chavez to a corner of the banquet. Others knew that the two had something to say, so they naturally did not disturb them.

"Viscount Chavez, thank you for your help to Radek."

As the grandfather of the little prince, Count Bergen's position naturally leaned towards the little prince.

If the little prince Radek could split the land and divide the king, he could also gain huge political benefits.

However, fighting on two fronts and taking into account the colonies in the New World made Count Bergen feel great pressure.

The equipment brought back by Viscount Chavez relieved some of Count Bergen's pressure.

And... Viscount Chavez secretly brought private goods to Prince Radek.

Count Bergen felt the goodwill and had to respond.

After Viscount Chavez's humble statement, Count Bergen revealed a piece of news: "We old guys have discussed it. In view of your discovery of the New World and your outstanding performance in the past two years, we are ready to help you obtain a territory that matches the title of Viscount."

Viscount Chavez is only a court title. His family only has a baronial territory. If it weren't for the long-term maritime trade business, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be qualified to join the chess game.

Count Bergen and others showed goodwill to appease Viscount Chavez. In the division of interests in the New World, Viscount Chavez was also one of the initial shareholders, but his identity determined that the great nobles would not be on an equal footing with him and gradually excluded him.

This is the arrogance of the great nobles. They think that throwing a piece of territory is enough to make Viscount Chavez grateful.

Meat eaters are despicable, and it has been like this since ancient times.

Viscount Chavez sneered in his heart. He really thought he was a dog and would wag his tail and beg for mercy if he threw a bone?

Since you don't play with me, don't blame me for starting a new business.

Duke Leopold's reputation is much better than these greedy old guys.

Of course, he would not expose his inner thoughts, but instead had a grateful expression: "Thank you, Count Bergen.

I still have a batch of knight armor here, and I am willing to donate it to Prince Radek."

"Very good, Viscount," Count Bergen was satisfied with his words and promised: "I will speak for you and strive to give you an independent colony in the New World."

The communication between the two was very pleasant, at least on the surface.

Count Bergen left. He thought he did the right thing and also controlled a small noble like Viscount Chavez.

But he didn't know that human greed is endless, and the little people bowed to him only because of the situation.

Once there is a better choice, they will stab him in the back without hesitation.

Since you have taken the share that I should have, I will take it back myself.

Viscount Chavez believed that he would have such an opportunity if he cooperated with Duke Leopold.

For example, the silver mine in his hands will soon expand the strength of the Chavez family.