Rise In Calradia

Palavin Port, the largest port in Swadia. It is only one mile away from the capital Paravin, with a flourishing port market and a wharf that can berth 200 merchant ships at the same time. Every year, close to a thousand ships from various countries set sail and berth from here. Customs duties and commercial taxes are collected from here. It is enough to maintain the entire spending of the profligate Swadia royal family, known as the king's pocket of money.

Winter is approaching, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the number of ships going to and from Palavin Port is much less. The soldiers guarding the port also became lazy. After all, when there are few people, there are not so many disputes for them to resolve, and there is no oil and water for them to fish.

As usual, Hank from Dehrim still fulfilled his duties, standing guard on a tower in the port as a militiaman. He is not a member of the Palawan Standing Army, and his daily duty is to maintain security in the port area. He can also accept bribes to make some extra money when he encounters gangster fights or catches a thief. When it comes to fighting, these port militiamen don't have to follow the king to the front line. Maintaining security in the port always requires manpower. In this time of constant disputes, having such a job is already very good for ordinary people.

Looking down from the tower, the bazaar is in sight. Since the establishment of the Kingdom of Swadia, Palavin has grown stronger, and this small seaside village has also grown into a single town, managed by the nephew of King Harous. The scale of the market here is larger than that in Palabun. Whether it is seafood from Palabun, smoked fish and sea salt along the Noord coast, velvet and southern fruits from Rhodok, and mink from Vijay. Come to this market stall via Haishang Road. Many times, even the merchants and wealthy people in Paravin will come here to purchase goods from the city.

Hank patrols the streets of the town every day, passing by the noisy market. Although there are fewer ships at this time, business in the market is still good. When standing guard at the sentry tower, his favorite is the colorful flags overlooking the middle of the market from a height. Those flags printed with the flags of the Swadia family and the flags with ancient legends are a unique scenery here. They were personally erected by the King of Varangia when the port was built. The flags representing Lord Rodok still stand here today. They are the testimony of the strongest time of this nation and the monarchs of Swadia. The best excuse for declaring war against southerners. Especially the black lion flag, which symbolizes the dead Aditya royal family, has the highest position and the largest size among all the flags. It is easy to see from a distance and is very eye-catching.

"Hank, you're looking at those flags again, don't you get bored?"

Hank, who was staring at the colorful flags attentively, was startled by the sound coming from behind, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw the somewhat unpleasant face of the sergeant.

"Sorry, my lord."

Hank lowered his head immediately, under normal circumstances, he inevitably scolded him. The sergeant had warned him many times before, and if he was on duty when he was still standing guard, he would be locked in the cellar. But even so, he never stopped this move, and the sergeant never really dealt with him. Generally speaking, after a big curse, it's all right.

But this time, the scolding he was expecting never came. He couldn't help but glanced up, only to find that the sergeant was no longer where he was, but came to the edge of the tower, staring at the sea in the distance.

He turned his head and saw a dense row of black shadows appearing on the far sea, and they came straight to the shallow sea through the deep water surrounded by mist.

"Is that a merchant ship? This is too much, right."

Hank couldn't help asking.

The sergeant didn't look back, his complexion gradually became serious.

"Ring the alarm bell and let everyone go up to the city wall."

Hank didn't dare to wait slowly, and immediately ran to the bronze bell and struck it vigorously.

Accompanied by the dull and long bells, the patrol teams that were originally around the market immediately rushed to the wall next to the pier, boarded the stone and wooden watchtower, took out the arrow in the box, and picked up the one on the side. Spears, come to their respective defensive positions and stand.

The people in the market also looked to the seaside curiously, and they were a little nervous. Like the soldiers, they hope this is just a misunderstanding.

The unfamiliar fleet was getting closer and closer, Hank saw the tall dragon-shaped bow, the strong and narrow keel, and a large sail full of wind, leading the ship to the coast quickly. On that wide square canvas is a standing crow, the messenger of the Nordic gods, and the family coat of arms of King Ragnar.

"It's a Nord! Go to Palavin to report to His Majesty the King, the Nords have come from the sea!"

The panicked soldier quickly walked down the city wall, trot all the way to the side of the stable, took out a horse and rode out in the direction of Paravin.

"The crossbowmen prepare, bring the javelins and the stone baskets! Where are the engineers? Get the ballistas and catapults on the beach ready to smash those warships!"

The sergeant yelled uncontrollably and gave orders to the soldiers. The lord is now in Palavin to give the king the customs duties collected during this period, and chat while eating and drinking. The consul in the town did rush to the wall, but he didn't understand the military and couldn't help much. Therefore, the supreme command of the militia patrol with twenty soldiers and sixty-five people in this port is actually this sergeant, and the fate of these people is now in his hands.

Sweat ran down from his temples, and the large Nord-style long ships sailed through the fog-surrounded sea one after another, just like the same sledgehammer hitting his heart time and time again. As an officer in the harbour, even if he has been on the Nord warship, he can judge the number of people that these brisk sailing ships can carry. The largest number of ships in the fleet can carry about fifty people, and there are at least fifty ships of this type. In addition, there are some larger warships that can hold twice as many people.

"There are three thousand Nords waiting to land outside our port. They are coming violently. There is no other possibility other than plunder."

The sergeant muttered to himself in a trembling voice, and Hank's heart beside him also lifted up.

"Where is our navy?"

"Don't count on them. Half of the warships sank to the bottom of the sea in the last war, and the other half were set on fire by Rodok’s spies and boats during repairs, lest we land south of Aaron, in our port. ."

The sergeant sighed, naval battles are not Swadia’s strengths, not to mention that King Harous has been reducing the number of warships in order to save money over the years. Now, when they need warships the most, they have no navy to meet them. To make matters worse, it is clear that in such a lack of coastal defense, the defenders of Paravin Port have never increased. More than 80 light infantry and militia battled about three thousand Nords. He didn't expect to win, but hoped that the Palavin's knights could come and support as soon as possible before their troops died.

"Lord Archon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will open the armory. I need you to arm the townspeople. Our manpower is too few."

The sergeant threw a key to the soldier next to the consul and told him to open the door of the armory. The consul also cooperated very well with his actions. At his call, dozens of local residents soon entered the armory, took up soft armor and chain armor to arm themselves, took up the weapons around him, and followed the sergeant’s instructions. Asked to board the city wall. They don't have much combat experience, but at least they have a lot more manpower.

Nord's Bullhorn came up from the sea, the sails lowered, and the ship rushed into the shallow sea and approached the dock.

The sergeant waved the flag, and the ballistas on the four watchtowers on the shore aimed at the Nord long ship approaching them, and shot heavy stone bullets far away. One of them hit the bow of a long ship, smashing the dragon head to pieces.

In the next second round of shooting, the accuracy of the ballista was improved a lot. The stone bullets made a few large holes in the two long ships. The long and narrow warships could not withstand the heavy damage, and soon there was a sinking. trend. However, their manpower was insufficient and the number of ballistas was not enough, and they did not cause significant damage to this huge fleet.

The fleet is still advancing.

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