Chapter 318 The Soft Persimmon
At dawn, when Saint Heatherine led everyone onto a warship, Holson remained stunned for a long time.
Heatherine clearly adopted Qin Mo's suggestion to bypass Tartu City, which was directly in front of the human defense line, and harass key rear towns of the orcs such as Tarlin and Narva.
The temple's warship is a Flemish galleon, said to be modeled after the flagship of a squadron of the French Royal Navy.
Flemish galleons had two rows of oarsmen, were extremely fast over short distances, and had wide decks. They were equipped not only with powerful archers and marines, but also with catapults mounted on the deck.
After heading northwest from the Riga fortress and out of the Gulf of Riga, the Flanders galley began its grueling upwind voyage. Despite constantly changing direction and zigzagging, the journey, which was more than twice as long, exhausted the hundreds of rowers.
Tallinn, over a thousand years ago, was a coastal outpost of the Grand Duchy of Moscow, consisting of only a castle and a small pier. Later, after the Grand Duchy of Moscow conquered the east and west and became the Russian Empire, Tallinn became an important port on the Baltic Sea.
Later, the Orcs subjugated the Russian royal family, and the Temple led the human alliance to fight the Orcs near Riga Fortress. Tallinn then became an important military city of the Russian Empire.
Around midnight, Qin Mo and his companions finally reached the shore about a hundred miles south of Tallinn. As they disembarked, Qin Mo's three horses were once again mocked by Holson.
Although the Flanders galleon was a coastal warship, it was too large to approach the shore where the sea conditions were unknown. It relied on four small boats to transport Qin Mo and the others, making Qin Mo's three horses stand out conspicuously.
"Lord Qin Mo, we are here to hunt down powerful orcs, not to move house. Don't you have too much luggage?"
Qin Mo glanced at Holson with a cold look, casually tossed a few gold coins to the Templar soldiers on the small boat, and led his horse ashore.
Holson angrily spat at Qin Mo, then turned around and saw the expectant look in the eyes of the soldier piloting the small boat.
Holson reluctantly took out three gold coins and threw them over, feeling even more resentful. Before inheriting a title and fiefdom, his annual allowance was only one hundred gold coins. Although this was a huge sum in the Western Continent, it was nothing compared to Qin Mo, who had a fiefdom and was in charge of his own affairs.
"Qin Mo, why do you insist on bringing three horses? Feeding three horses is a big problem. There are no believers in the orc territory to prepare everything for us." The outspoken female knight Ellie asked, puzzled.
"Oh! I'll carry it myself when there's no feed."
Qin Mo replied helplessly. He didn't want to bring three horses either, but his "Fire of Joy" double-edged axe weighed nearly 300 jin, and with the armor and necessary supplies, it would weigh almost 500 jin. Was he supposed to carry it all himself? No matter how good his body was, there was no need to torture himself.
Kelly knew the weight of Qin Mo's big axe. She whispered a few words to Ellie, who immediately exclaimed in surprise. The way Ellie looked at Qin Mo changed instantly. A man who could wield a 300-pound weapon was definitely a real man.
Tallinn is a place where winters are cold and snowy, and springs are cool and dry. Now it is the season when winter is over and spring is coming. The earth is shedding its white winter coat and the branches are just turning green.
As dawn broke, the Temple hunting party stopped in a pine forest. In the distance, a small town was bathed in the beautiful morning light, utterly peaceful.
"Qin Mo, do you have any objections?"
Saintess Heatherine started asking Qin Mo's opinion again, which annoyed Qin Mo. Why does she always ask me? You're the boss, aren't you?
"Your Highness, if it were me, I would slaughter the adult warriors of the orc race outside the city, and then wait for the strongmen in the city to come out to search, ambush and kill them." Qin Mo recounted his hunting experience outside Ulan-Ude City.
After Qin Mo finished speaking, she couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, how did you hunt before?"
The saintess glanced coldly at Qin Mo and said indifferently, "I'll just charge straight into the city... but... you'll suffer many casualties..."
Qin Mo finally understood why Heather always asked him questions. It turned out that the Saintess was a workaholic who specialized in messing with her underlings, and now she wanted to improve things but had no clue how.
“I think we can openly raid the towns around Tallinn, then wait for them to come to us, and then lead them in circles in the wilderness, waiting for an opportunity to kill their strongmen.” Qin Mo explained the meaning of “hit...lead...run” to Heather in the simplest terms.
"That's a brilliant idea, Your Excellency Qin Mo. There's a saying in Great Xia, 'Pick on the weak,' but I don't know what it means. Could you explain it to me?" Holson said with a sneer after hearing Qin Mo's tactic.
"Holsen, you've gone too far! Everyone has their own preferred way of doing things. If you disagree, you can challenge the Great Wizard Garrosh and prove your bravery in Tartu City!" Xu Luo, who was always laughing and joking, couldn't hold back this time and roared at Holsen.
Just as Saintess Heatherine was about to stop these pointless arguments, Qin Mo spoke up first, "Holson, I'd be happy to explain the meaning of the phrase 'picking the weakest one to squeeze.' It means finding the weakest enemy and killing him first, which weakens the enemy's strength and intimidates their courage."
Qin Mo gave Holson a disdainful smile and pointed at him, saying, "You're the pushover among us."
"Clang!"
Holson drew his knight's longsword. He had mocked Qin Mo many times without getting a response, but Qin Mo's retort made him lose his temper and attack.
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