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"Then sing a song of Tyrell too. I heard you have a song... Tyrell~Set Sail, right?"

"Yes."

"May I?"

"Yes, you can!"

"Ok?"

"..."

Chapter 83: The Fleet and the Rainbow

On the deck, Charlie looked at the land looming at the end of the horizon and sighed: "I'm back, south, south..."

A young member of the National Salvation Association and Charlie's deputy, a Bermoz named Allen, stood beside him, looking at the land getting closer and closer, his face filled with indignation.

"The Tyrells lost too quickly!" he said unhappily. "Our plan had just begun to be implemented, and they gave away an entire kingdom!"

"Now the entire South has fallen into the hands of the Beastmen!"

"The Tyrell fleet has also been ordered to return... What can we use to restore our country now?" Alan's words suddenly revealed a sense of nervousness and uneasiness, "Those people know our identities... Once we land, the tyrant's lackeys will arrest us and hang us!"

He looked at the sea, his body trembling with fear.

Charlie patted his shoulder.

"Look at it from a bright side. At least we don't have to die in the sea, or go to the colonies and fight with the savages."

Then he went down to the cabin, came to his room, and lay down on the bed without taking off his clothes.

But Alan chased after him and walked straight into Charlie's room without knocking.

"Snapped"

He closed the door behind him and said to Charlie, who was already lying down, in a serious tone:

"We can't dock!"

"Oh?" He blinked and put his hands on his head, resting it under his head.

"All the people on the Revenge are ours. We are still some distance away from the land. There is still time to leave!"

"Where to go? The ocean is so vast that we will be isolated if we escape, and we won't have enough supplies."

"Sartosa! Let's go to Sartosa for supplies, then go south to Arabi!"

"If the Sartosa knew where we came from, they would only capture us and hand us over to the Double-Headed Eagle." Charlie slapped the bed, stood up, and glared at Alan. "Do you really think the Tyrells are that stupid? The 'Mother Panther' and the 'Wreath' have been following us one after the other. Are you blind and can't see it? With the speed of the Mother Panther falling behind us, what do you think the Tyrells are thinking?"

His words left Alan speechless.

After a while, he said hesitantly, "You can't just wait to be hanged, can you?"

In response to this question, Charlie suddenly took out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at Allen. Allen's face suddenly changed and he raised his hand, "Goddess, you, what are you doing!"

Charlie ignored his companion's fear and asked directly: "Tell me, what did you do before!"

"Lady Catelyn and Melisandre have written us letters with the emblem of a double-headed eagle engraved on them, assuring us that as long as we have no blood on our hands, we can return home or go somewhere else after an investigation without any punishment."

"I'm against the man, but I trust his credit and the two ladies in this."

"Neither Lord Harrington nor I are afraid of being hanged by him. What are you worried about? Tell me!"

His thumb had already pressed the bell, and with a slight push, the gunpowder would be fired, and a flower of blood would explode on Alan's body.

The latter was completely frightened. He cried and begged for mercy and told Charlie the truth.

"Back then, the matter of that boat... was done by me and others together."

Charlie's pupils shrank.

"Which ship?"

"Serami, Serami, the captain is my friend, I contacted him..."

Charlie's face was uncertain, and it seemed to Alan, who was sitting opposite him, that Charlie was considering whether to kill him or not. However, he also knew very well how powerful this young hero of Bretonnian descent was. At such a distance, and with a musket in hand, he had absolutely no power to resist and could only cry even more miserably.

But this is not what Cha wants.

He suddenly raised his hand, and this action made Allen subconsciously squat on the ground with his head in his hands. However, Charlie did not want to kill him. Instead, he put away the musket, frowned and glared at him, then sighed:

"You can't escape on the boat. Even if you were given a boat, it would be impossible. Even if you rowed to land by yourself, you would probably be caught by patrol officers and you would be dead for sure."

"Go to the shore first. Keep a low profile during this time. Once we get to the dock where there are a lot of people and eyes, we'll be able to get through."

"Don't look for our people. They were here before, and now they must be under the surveillance of the Double-Headed Eagle. How much money do you have?" Charlie asked. Al still had tears on his face, and he seemed to be unable to believe that the latter would help him. Hearing the question, he quickly answered: "About twenty gold crowns! All my savings are here, and the rest are with my family! If it's not enough, I can go..." "Enough!"

Charlie interrupted him and, with a wave of his hand, made arrangements for him.

"Don't be too cautious after you get off the ship. This will make it easier for people to realize that something is wrong. Try to move around the port. If you have the chance, find a ship to the Empire. Once you get on, don't come back."

"The Double-Headed Eagle will take revenge on anyone who breaks their bottom line at all costs. They may be traced back to Araby - you bastard!" He slammed the bed hard and glared at Alan.

"Why would you do such a thing? What's the point? Aren't all the people you killed and hurt Estalia people?!"

Alan didn't dare to argue. After all, they did kill a few beastmen. But he didn't dare to contradict Charlie. He could only shrink there and dare not say a word.

Charlie cursed a few times and managed to calm down a little.

Alan was carrying the karma of that blood debt, and he was also his adjutant. If the latter was tracked down, it would even affect him in turn. This made him very angry, but he couldn't just kill him here.

"Okay, clean up, and try to keep things the same for the next few days, but don't go out as much as possible, understand?"

He gave some instructions and took Alan out of the cabin.

As soon as the two men returned to the deck, Alan had wiped the tears from his face so that he looked normal - otherwise, two men going into the room for a while and coming out with one of them with tears on his face would easily make people think of some common problems of "sailors".

"Cabin mates" (same sex) or something.

"What is this doing?"

Charlie suddenly realized something was wrong.

The Garland in front of them suddenly began to slow down. He immediately ran to the watchtower and could see through the telescope that the Garland was constantly signaling them to "slow down and drop anchor". Looking at the other ships, this fleet, which had been ordered by their respective principalities to return to port in a dull and depressing atmosphere to face the fact of defeat, suddenly seemed to come alive again.

"What are they talking about?"

Alan was a little nervous. He was worried that the people from the Double-Headed Eagle would directly intercept the fleet and come to arrest people on the ship. In order to prevent them from escaping after landing, it was very likely that they would attack directly in the sea.

Charlie looked for a while, put down his glasses, and was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

"They are crazy!" He suddenly roared at Alan: "The Tyrells are crazy! The two-headed eagle will execute them all! It will!"

"What on earth did they say!!"

Seeing Charlie, who was usually calm, lose his composure like this, Alan became even more frightened.

"They, they..." Charlie murmured.

"They want to let the fleet sink!"

Chapter 84: Rainbow, Rainbow

"The ocean is full of waves, among the thousands of ships, who is the king?"

Listening to the sailors singing one of Tyrell's most famous folk songs, the cheerful and passionate melody symbolizes the Tyrell people's unyielding fighting spirit. This spirit is absolutely indispensable for those who challenge the test of the sea, no matter what situation they are in.

Both Manann and Myrmidia favor noble and brave warriors.

But now, the song "Tyrell~Set Sail" sung in the Tyrell United Fleet is filled with a strong sense of tragedy in its cheerful tune.

The sailors began to clean the deck and sort out the debris. The boatswain and petty officers began to count the number of people, select the supplies, and submit the summary reports.

The gun compartment was opened, the gunners were on standby, and the sailors stood straight, like a guard of honor being reviewed.

Randolph looked at the huge sail with the Tyrell sword and shield logo specially painted on it with waterproof and sun-proof paint, and once again looked at the land in the distance. The extremely familiar outline of the city had come into the eyes of the old captain.

He had been full of expectations, and when he left, he thought that the next time he arrived at the port of his hometown, he and the young men under his command would be treated as heroes; but now, he could not even predict whether he could still live to set foot on the land that he had longed for every time he went to sea.

Randolph's adjutant, Marco, the captain of the Queen and the second in command of the fleet, came over and stood behind the old captain.

"It has been confirmed. All of the thirty-eight warships, including those of the Estalia, agree with our approach." He showed a resolute expression on his face, his pupils shrank, and he said in a hateful tone: "We would rather die in the belly of the fish and accept the trial of Mannan than hand over the fleet built by the Tyrells to the Estalia!"

"Then continue to prepare, and let the strong men work harder and faster. In an hour, the bravest Tyrells will personally end the lives of their great wives. All this is to prevent them from falling into the hands of the enemy and suffering humiliation!"

Randolph waved and continued to stand on the lookout, looking at the land in the distance.

He didn't know what consequences his action would bring. Maybe this mentality was very selfish, but even if there was a flood, it had nothing to do with him...

As a veteran who had served the Principality of Tobarro, or rather the Tirells, for more than thirty years on a warship, he agreed that the country had agreed to such conditions in the face of an irreversible situation. However, as a warrior who "had not even seen the shadow of the enemy", he absolutely could not accept that he would retreat home in disgrace with an "invincible fleet" that might be the most elite in the entire Tirells, or even the entire southern world, including Araby, without even a single fight, waiting for the enemy, who had only a few warships left, to accept the offer.

He would rather his fleet be destroyed by Mannarn's wrath than see those Estalia greedily take away their beloved "wives", hold them under their bodies and drive them at will.

For this sailor who has spent half his life in the fleet, this is no different from seeing his mother, wife, or daughter being taken away by his enemies using despicable means and then toyed with.

He absolutely could not accept this ending for himself and his ship!

But at that time, after receiving the news of the consensus from home, the morale of the entire expedition fleet was extremely low. It was dark everywhere. There were even two officers who could not accept this result and committed suicide by jumping into the sea. One was rescued, and the other was swallowed up by the waves before he could escape.

Randolph wanted to make changes, but he was unable to inspire the morale of the fleet, which was on the verge of collapse. Even if he succeeded, he could not make any effective changes to the situation that had already been decided.

Being always mature and prudent, he would not accept Marco's wild plan of "refusing the order to return, returning to the New World, establishing a regime in the colony with the power of the fleet, and continuing the resistance."

So he had no choice but to follow the orders of the Principality and lead his fleet back home to prepare for subsequent matters.

For example, being split and reorganized, or replacing the sailors from the unreliable Tyrells to the Estalia who are more trustworthy to the Beastmen?

But either way, it's definitely not what Randolph wants to see.

Even if the Double-Headed Eagle made a promise to the United Fleet that it would not do anything to this force, which is now the only major maritime force in the South, and even designated their port of call in Tobaro, the only city that had not suffered from the war and was not broken by Ai's army in the Southern War, this would help to calm people's hearts. The United Fleet would feel that this was still half of their land, and if there was any big problem, they could just weigh anchor and leave, going east, south, west or north as they pleased. Anyway, the United Kingdom had no sea space to intercept them for the time being.

But the more this happened, the more conflicted Randolph became.

Aiur's conditions do seem good to the defeated party that has lost everything, but to the Combined Fleet that suffered almost no losses and made no contribution in the war, it no longer exists in its own kingdom. The one that still flies the "Tyrell" flag is just a puppet with a painted skin.

The so-called Ai'er is the co-lord of the Southern Twin Kingdoms. The kings of the two countries have equal status. It is not that the Estalia people came to occupy the throne of Tyrell, but that one person holds two positions. At the same time, Ai'er is rebuilding Remas and plans to set up his own Eastern Palace here. In the future, Margarita will be the Western Palace. As the co-lord, Ai'er will take turns to work in the two places every year to ensure impartiality, blah blah blah...

It can only fool the civilians.

In Randolph's eyes, Tyrell was defeated and annexed by the enemy, but the enemy was cunning and insidious, and still covered itself with a false cloak of "King Tyrell rules Tyrell" to deceive the world.

What he couldn't accept the most was:

After the destruction of the invincible fleet of the old Estalia Kingdom, there was no maritime force in the southern world that could compete with the Tyrells. This would have been a great opportunity for the Tyrells to rise up, expand massively, and annex the maritime interests of the United Kingdom. But if he had just gone ashore after the failure of the war and waited for the inevitable infiltration, sand-mixing, seizing control of the fleet, and a series of other operations, then the Tyrells would have been equivalent to helping the Double-Headed Eagle build a powerful maritime fleet!

All efforts and plans are just to help others!

A unified southern kingdom requires an effective government, an army that is not extremely powerful but strong enough to protect itself, and most importantly, a large and powerful fleet that can at least maintain its maritime interests from the mainland to the New World!

Although the Tyrells had never thought that they would be able to annex their old enemies and unify the South one day, when this situation had already appeared, people of insight still realized the great prospects. A prosperous and powerful Southern Kingdom of Bretonnia, the second largest of the two major human kingdoms in the West and Central World, was about to rise!

Aiur's record of conquering the entire Tyrell in half a year has proved the strength of the legion under his command. His efficient governance and various new systems and policies have quickly restored vitality to Estalia, which was ravaged by the greenskins. After experiencing a tragic upheaval, the whole society is bursting with high enthusiasm under Aiur's rule. However, these ruling talents that are essential for a great ruler are not as eye-catching as his record of conquering Tyrell in half a year.

From the Emperor's envoy from Altdorf to the Dwarf Kingdom in the Mountains, from the Ice Witch of Kislev to the Knight Lord of Bretonnia, after the Tobaros represented Tyrell in peace talks with Aiur and agreed to the condition of "Tyrell joining the United Kingdom and forming the Southern Alliance", the number of envoys visiting the Golden Court and Aiur Headquarters was more than the total number from the last time the people cheered him to be crowned king to the moment before the war broke out.

Even Osuen was discussing the rise of a legendary king in the southern world, which was "facing" the garden world of the Elf Federation across the sea.

But this Southern Alliance, Southern Kingdom, or even if Ai'er arrogantly calls itself the "Southern Empire" is fine, it just might fall into a country with negative prestige, and there is a serious shortcoming:

As a country with almost all major cities built on the seaside and an extremely long coastline, it does not have a reliable navy.

As a traditional aristocratic patriot, Randolph also realized after obtaining domestic intelligence and learning about Al's purpose of establishing the "Great Southern Alliance" that bringing this fleet back to Tobaro would undoubtedly fill the missing claw of the Double-Headed Eagle.

From now on, it will become a blockbuster and soar into the sky.

Since Tyrell has an invincible army and has captured the Tyrell navy, what chance does it have of "restoring the country" in the future when it is unable to compete with the Double-Headed Eagle on land?

Randolph absolutely cannot accept this!

This was even more unacceptable than him and his men being annihilated on the battlefield.

......

"In the war on land, the fleet was useless. We lost on land—but not on the sea! The Tyrell warships will never surrender to the enemy without firing a single shell!"

"We have lost the land, but we have not lost the sea! To dock in the harbor and hand over the glory of the Tyrells, our mobile walls on the sea, our unsinkable fortress to the Estalia - in my life, I have never made such a decision that makes me so painful that I regret coming out of my mother's belly instead of strangling myself in her womb with the umbilical cord!"

Marco stood on the deck and gave a speech to the sailors and officers of the Sea Overlord gathered in front of him.

"We can't just go back home in disgrace! Half a month ago, we were full of vigor and enthusiasm, heading towards the New World to conquer all the Estalia there - and now, tell me, can you accept such an ending!"

"No!" The sailors roared in response to Marco's question.

His face was heavy, and he lowered his voice, "If we go back like this, the war will be over, our country will become a laughing stock in the eyes of foreigners, and our honor will turn into shame overnight. Years later, when our descendants regain their freedom and independence, they will spurn all the cowards who did not try their best and did not make sacrifices in this war!"