Chapter 1201 Samuel's Terror (Part 2)

——What bad luck...

Looking at the middle-level general of the Frankish army in front of him, Samuel said this helplessly in his heart.

Like Raymond, he led the generals and soldiers to rush onto the warships of the vanguard of the Royal Fleet.

As he rushed all the way, Samuel could not remember how many enemy soldiers died under his sword or iron chains.

Although he had killed many enemy soldiers, Samuel had not met any enemy generals with a little status and position.

Compared with killing soldiers, Samuel naturally wanted to kill generals more.

Samuel rushed to where there were many people.

Until this time, Samuel finally caught an enemy general - but unfortunately his rank was not high.

Whether the enemy general's rank was high or not, just look at the armor he wore.

The more status a person has in the army, the higher the armor he wears.

Samuel saw at a glance that the armor worn by the enemy general he had finally caught was not a very high-level armor.

But the quality is not that low.

The quality of the armor is neither good nor bad, which means that this person's rank and status in the army are neither good nor bad.

- Forget it, although his rank is not high, he is still an enemy general.

No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat - Samuel slowly raised the long sword in his hand with this mentality.

Just now, in order to successfully capture this enemy general, Samuel used his iron chain to break the calf bone of this person's right leg.

Losing a leg, the enemy general could only sit paralyzed on the deck, staring at Samuel in front of him with eyes full of resentment, fear and other emotions.

Perhaps to relieve the fear in his heart by shouting, or perhaps to make the last struggle he could before dying, the enemy general took a deep breath and shouted at the loudest voice he could:

"Britannia! Don't be complacent!"

"We, the Franks, will definitely win the final victory!"

"Just wait and see!"

"Our General Holweg will definitely sink all your warships!"

"Our Admiral Neumann will definitely smash all your heads! To avenge us who died here today!"

Although Samuel had belonged to the Knights of Gabriel before, stationed on the Rhine Front, and had a lot of experience fighting the Frankish army, he knew very little Frankish.

He only knew a few common and practical oral expressions, such as - "Hello", "Surrender quickly", "You bastard".

Because he didn't know Frankish very well, Samuel didn't understand a word of what the enemy general said just now.

But he understood a person's name.

Understood a name... quite familiar to him.

Samuel's pupils shrank suddenly and his face changed instantly. He quickly put down the sword in his hand, then leaned over to hold the enemy general's shoulder and lifted him up.

"Did you just say 'Admiral Neumann'!"

"Doppler von Neumann participated in this battle? Is he in the Royal Fleet's formation now?!"

Samuel, who did not know Frankish, could only question the enemy general loudly in Britannian.

Obviously - the enemy general did not understand what Samuel said.

Even if he understood, the enemy general would not answer any of Samuel's questions.

He glanced at Samuel coldly with contempt, pulled the corner of his mouth, and showed a sneer with a bit of sarcasm, and then -

A lot of blood came out of his mouth.

And the enemy general's face instantly turned into a terrifying crimson purple, and began to twitch.

"Did you bite your teeth and commit suicide..." Samuel slowly put down the enemy general who had bitten off his tongue and was not far from death.

Samuel's face was extremely ugly at this time.

His face was so ugly that even he bit his tongue.

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After seeing that the vanguard led by Ge Yunser was ambushed and surrounded by the combined fleet, Otto, who was horrified, hurriedly ordered reinforcements to be sent.

The reinforcements, consisting of 30 warships, rushed towards the besieged Ge Yunser army at the highest speed they could reach.

If they didn't leave the battlefield quickly, the reinforcements of the Royal Fleet would arrive.

By then, the people surrounded by the enemy would become Blaise and his men.

Therefore, after seeing that the Royal Fleet had sent reinforcements, Blaise and Raymond did not hesitate much, and promptly lifted the siege on the vanguard of the Royal Fleet and evacuated the battlefield with their spoils.

This battle ended with a complete victory for the combined fleet.

Except for the death and injury of some soldiers and slight damage to some ships, there was no loss, and no warship was severely damaged or sunk.

On the other hand, the Royal Fleet - 20 warships, only 11 returned.

The other nine warships were captured by the combined fleet.

The commander of the vanguard, Otto's adjutant, Geunser, was killed in the battle, and his head was taken by the combined fleet.

Only half of the troops returned, and the commander was beheaded - it is not an exaggeration to say that it was a disastrous defeat.

Although today's battle was only a small-scale battle and did not cause much damage to the Royal Fleet, today's battle was of great significance.

Because today's battle was the first battle in the Anga Lake Water Battle, which was destined to be recorded in history and leave a dazzling mark in the annals of history.

In the first battle between the two armies, the Allied Forces won such a brilliant and hearty victory, which greatly boosted the morale of the entire army.

On the contrary, the morale of the Allied Fleet was greatly boosted, while the morale of the Royal Fleet was frustrated.

If you look from above, the formation of the Allied Fleet is like a big embrace opened to the Royal Fleet.

The troops that had just won a hearty victory leisurely sailed into this "big embrace".

Like a drop of water into the sea, the ships melted into the formation of the Allied Fleet little by little.

Because they had just won a great victory and captured 9 ships of the Royal Fleet, all the generals and soldiers on the ships had happy faces.

Even Raymond, who was usually serious and expressionless, had a slightly raised corner of his mouth at this time.

A faint smile emerged from the slightly raised corner of his mouth.

Only Samuel still had a heavy face.

Samuel stood on the deck of the ship, looking at the endless fleet of the Royal Fleet in the distance.

The words of the man who bit his tongue to commit suicide just now still echoed in Samuel's mind.

"Admiral Doppler von Neumann..." Samuel whispered a person's name softly.

As Samuel's murmurs fell, fragments of memories hidden deep in his mind flashed before his eyes...

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"Oh~~ Chaining, a very rare fighting technique. This is the first time I have seen someone who is proficient in chaining since I was a child."

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"Before the fight, let's follow the customs of our Frankish Empire - I am the 17th generation head of the Neumann family - Doppler von Neumann."

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"Oh! Your chaining is really superb, both the strength and speed are amazing."

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"But - if you fight me, your fighting power is still a little short."

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"Hmm..."

Recalling some painful scenes.

These painful scenes made Samuel couldn't help but let out a low groan from his throat.

His naturally hanging hands also clenched slowly and involuntarily.