: There is no need to fight this battle

As a city-state, Genoa is really not worth mentioning to Zhao Fubo. But as a country that started with maritime commerce, there are definitely many ships here. Whether it is ordinary cargo sailing ships or those Genoa warships.

However, the reality is surprising, especially the fleet that had been preparing for war since Genoa was not seen, facing the Genoa ship that had all sailed down everywhere. Even far away, Zhao Fubo could hear cheers.

In the telescope, I could see not only colorful flags waving on the dock, but also many people were dressed to welcome him.

This is the strangest thing about Zhao Fubo, because in order to let the opponent's warships leave the port to fight, Zhao Fubo even asked his subordinates to put the flag of the Kingdom of Sicily on the side of the warships. But the entire Genoa, whether it is port or on those sailing ships, did not have any hostility at all.

"Did these bastards get fever?"

Zhao Fubo asked Manfred in confusion, saying that Manfred should know what was going on here. However, he looked puzzled, not knowing why the Genoese welcomed Zhao Fubo. Even under the banner of the Kingdom of Sicily, he was also welcomed.

"Brother Zhao, I don't know either. According to our arrangement, they should come out to fight us regardless of warships or merchant ships. Now they look..."

Manfred shook his head and said that these things are not easy to judge. It is Juliana, which is probably more pointed than an ordinary person.

"A boat is coming, the archer is ready..."

As the commander of the archers, Juliana also had the right to command all the main combat cavalry of the ship when she was on the ship. With her order, the sergeants responsible for sniping bows and officers at all levels were placed in front of them.

At the same time, Sophia also spoke in a sharp voice.

"Guards Musketeer, get ready!"

The captain of the musketeers and the captains repeated the orders, and the people holding rifles lined up on both sides of the battleship to open fire.

As for the battle inside the ship, they didn't need to participate. At the command of Matt, the gun door on one side of the warship opened, and all combat preparations were completed in an instant.

It was not until this moment that Manfred saw the combat methods of the Great Song Yulin Navy. The archer and rockets were not magical to him, but the series of open muzzles on the side of the warship made him understand that under such a fire density, it should be said that the slow sailboat had no chance of fighting at all.

According to his speculation, the other party may not be able to reach the range of the arrow branches, and it will turn into burning candles under the shooting of those crossbows.

After all, a range of 1,000 meters is already the longest-range attack weapon in the world. And the flower bullet is definitely a cross-age weapon.

"Don't fire, don't fire!"

While Manfred was looking at the muzzles of the crossbows on the ship and thinking about the guns, Zhao Fubo waved his arm and shouted. The reason was that the white flag was shaking on the ship opposite.

The rule of winning the white flag and throwing the Long River should have not appeared on the European battlefield. Only Zhao Fubo would ask the surrendered crusaders or Arabs to drive towards the prisoner camp with the white flag.

The boat coming from the opposite side is getting closer and closer, and you can see it with a telescope. The people on the boat opposite are also looking here with a telescope.

"Where do they get the telescopes?"

Although the other party was carrying a special white flag to surrender to the Song Dynasty Yulin Army, Matt was the old idea of ​​the pirates, and he would prepare for the attack first.

"aim!"

At this time, the lonely ship was aimed at at least dozens of crossbows on the warship. It is no exaggeration to say that a volley was enough to turn it into pieces floating on the sea.

As the ship approached, not only could we see the flags waving on the ship, but we could also hear the shouts accompanied by the sea breeze.

"Don't attack, we are here to surrender! Don't attack..."

Zhao Fubo shook his head in confusion and said to Manfred, who was even more confused than him.

"Little brother, put down your gun, it seems that there is no need to fight this battle!"

This made Manfred feel a little regretful. The pistol, which had been training for several days, had no chance to fire. He inserted the pistol back into the holster on the side of his leg, raised his telescope and looked at the ship coming from Genoa, and sighed softly.

"It's really a hell, aren't the Genoa very strong? When we were fighting with us, we didn't see them surrender like this!"

As the ship arrived nearer, it was certain that even the ship that had not even brought a dagger was coming to surrender. Despite this, Matt sent a small boat to let him and his sails down from afar and prevent them from getting close to the entire fleet.

"They are really careful. Maybe it's always right to be so careful!"

As the boat returned, several Genoese with white flags. Manfred curiously held up the telescope and looked at it. He understood that those people were really here to surrender. Because among the people who came, except for one person dressed as a knight, he did not recognize the other two people in gentlemanly costumes. They were the consul Cristiano and Speaker Gabriel.

Before the Sicily Kingdom had not yet clashed with the Pope, and the two people in front of him were not the consuls and the speakers. Although Manfred was still quite young at that time, he had a good memory and still did not forget these two people.

"Brother Zhao, they are the consuls and speakers of Genoa. I don't know the remaining knight!"

Zhao Fubo ignored who these guys were. At this time, he pulled Manfred to the deck, and Linda had already brought the little guy prepared by the people. It has to be said that although the musketeer's armor is mostly plate-type and has sufficient joint protection, it is not that heavy and can also make people sit down.

Compared to Milan's, the heavy armor that makes people unable to even get on horses without help form a distinct opponent. Although the musketeer's armor is also quite heavy, overall, as long as you sit up and keep your chest up and your head up, you won't be too restrictive.

The two sat down, and when Manfred looked at Zhao Fubo, his eyes were filled with envy. Because Zhao Fubo was smoking a pipe that he couldn't touch. Looking at his comfortable appearance, it was like people thinking about the tobacco, what does the space taste like?

But at this time, not only Zhao Fubo was sitting here, but also Alisa. She is now a sister, and she is definitely a good enough level!

"Manfred, don't watch it! If you don't learn it, you just want to learn to smoke!"
Chapter completed!