Andrea's fleet guarded the main sea route, and various shipping fleets came in and out of Azov City in an endless stream. Although the pirate kingdom still surrounded Azov City, everyone knew in their hearts that
If they do not cut off the sea lanes for material transportation, they will be surrounded for several days to no avail.
Ella has been hiding in her tent. Except for ordering the pirates to catch a crow and send it in the next day, she has never left the house.
Amy came outside Ella's tent with a plate of pie in her hands, but was stopped by the guards outside the door.
"The King of Sweden is thinking of countermeasures. No one is allowed to enter."
Amy pointed at herself, with a hint of anger in her words: "Neither can I?"
The two guards looked at each other and replied: "We have answered this many times in the past few days. The King of Sweden has specifically ordered that no one, including you, can do it."
"You answer like this every time." Amy glared at the two guards dissatisfied: "Let me ask you, when was the last time the King of Sweden had a meal?"
“Every meal is delivered to the tent.”
"Has she eaten? Is there an empty plate out?"
The two guards were speechless for a moment.
"Let me ask you again, when was the last time the King of Sweden drank water?"
"This...she never asked for water.
"When was the last time she spoke to you? What did she ask you to do?"
"Let's catch a crow and give it to her..."
"That was three days ago, so she hasn't made any sound for three days?"
"Okay...it seems like this."
"It seems?" Amy raised her voice angrily: "Then can you tell me with certainty whether the King of Sweden is alive or dead now?"
The soldiers didn't dare to speak. Amy forced her way into the tent, but they didn't dare to stop her.
There were many plates placed in the corner of the tent. The food inside was untouched and many of them were already spoiled.
Ella was still alive. She was lying on the ground, looking motionlessly at the crow in the birdcage, as if she had lost her soul.
Amy's footsteps alarmed her. She raised her head, raised a finger and said "shush", and then said in a smaller voice: "Go out first, don't disturb my inspiration..."
Amy stepped forward quickly, put the plate with the pie on the table with a bang, and then used all her strength to pull Ella up from the ground.
"Your Majesty! It's time to eat!"
Ella's eyes blinked a few times in confusion, and it took a while before she climbed up from the abyss of thinking.
"Amy? Why are you here?"
"I would like to ask your Majesty why you are here! He said he was thinking about strategy and asked me not to disturb you for the time being, but why are you staring at the crow? This is not a good-looking bird, is it?"
"It is indeed not a good-looking bird, and it is also a bit unlucky." Ella looked at the birdcage with the crow in a daze, "Crow... Amy, what kind of weapon do you think this is?"
"What?" Amy was stunned by Ella's words, "A crow is a kind of bird, right?"
"It's a bird... but it should also be a weapon."
Ella stretched out her hand towards the place where there was nothing, as if she wanted to grab something in the air.
"I was defeated by the Republic of Liguria...an unspeakable defeat. So I began to think about how the Republic of the Seven Hills was also a country that focused on infantry and despised the navy during its expansion period. At that time, there were many countries nearby that had
A powerful fleet. How did our ancestors who were not good at naval warfare defeat those enemies?"
"In order to answer this question, I searched for information in the Royal Library for two days. Then, I saw a word in many documents that should not appear in war records——"
"crow?"
"Yes...it's the crow."
Ella turned over the back of her hand and stared at the palm of her hand carefully.
"Thousands of years ago, our ancestors who were not good at naval warfare used a weapon called the 'crow' to defeat powerful enemies on the sea. But I can't find any more useful records. All my ancestors left me is this meager record.
The noun... Crow, what kind of weapon is this? In other words... what kind of weapon should be made to make up for the overwhelming gap in naval combat experience? I can't think of it... Amy, what kind of weapon do you want to make?
Let me be quiet for a while and think about it carefully..."
Seeing Ella like this, Amy's heart palpitated.
"Your Majesty, at least eat some food first..."
"It's okay, Amy, it's okay, give me some more time, I will win... I am their king, I must lead them to win..."
Ella stopped mid-sentence - a sword suddenly appeared next to her neck. The person holding the sword was none other than Amy.
"Your Majesty, this is a rebellion. You are now my prisoner. During this period, you can no longer perform the duties of the king."
Amy glanced at the pies on the table.
"Drink water first, then eat, and finally follow me for a walk."
…
Ella walked cautiously in the siege camp, with Amy following closely behind her.
After spending five days huddled in the camp, the sky seemed wider than five days ago.
"Amy, please let me go back..." Ella begged in a low voice, "I just lost the battle and I haven't figured out a way to win. Now I have no face to see those soldiers."
"Your Majesty, you are my prisoner now. If you don't accept it, you can try to crush the rebellion and knock me down before running away."
"Amy, I..."
Before Ella could finish her words, her attention was attracted by the half-made equipment in the siege camp.
"Is this... building a trebuchet?"
The soldiers saw Ella coming and waved towards her excitedly.
"King of Sweden!" they shouted, "it will take a few days before the production is completed. You go back and rest first! When these trebuchets are completed, we will definitely break into Azov City and snatch Najirfa back!"
"This is..." Ella looked confused, "Who gave this order?"
Amy replied in a low voice from behind: "Because Your Majesty, you have not come out of the camp, the soldiers started to act spontaneously."
"We just suffered a huge defeat... Where did they get such high morale?"
"Because the Flying Zealander was robbed." Amy said, "Your Majesty, you have said more than once that this is your home. They all want to snatch the Flying Zealander back and return it to Your Majesty."
"But I even lost my home...aren't they disappointed in me?"
"For most kings, losing the crown and scepter that symbolize power means the end of their rule. But Your Majesty, you are different."
As Ella turned around, Amy put a garland on her head that she had prepared long ago, and then whispered in her ear: "Remember, you are still just a mortal."
Tears burst from Ella's eyes.
"To have a triumphal ceremony at this time, I have lost the battle, you idiot Amy!"
"It's just a naval battle. Just win the land battle. Your Majesty, everyone is ready. As long as you give the order, we will attack Azov City and avenge our shame."
A crow landed on the tent, looking around with its head alertly. After noticing Ella's gaze, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew up, landing on another adjacent tent.
"Everyone, I will think of a way to fight the naval battle. But I may not be able to succeed... I need you to move forward with all your might."