Five days have passed since the naval battle.

Andrea's fleet held the important roads on the sea, and various transport fleets went in and out in Azov, in an endless stream. Although the pirate kingdom still surrounded Azov, everyone knew in their hearts that it would be useless to not cut off the sea passage for material transportation for a few days.

Ella kept hiding in her tent, and except for ordering the pirates to catch a crow and send it in the next day, she kept her door shut.

Amy came to Ella's camp with a plate of pies, but was stopped by the guards outside the door.

"The King of Sweden is thinking about countermeasures, and no one is allowed to enter."

Amy pointed at herself, and her words were filled with anger: "I can't do it either?"

The two guards looked at each other and replied: "We have answered it many times in the past few days. The King of Sweden specifically ordered that no one, including you, can do it."

"Every time you answered this." Amy glared at the two guards in dissatisfaction: "I ask you, when was the last time the Swedish king had eaten?"

“Every meal is delivered to the tent.”

"Have she eaten? Do you take out the plate when you have time?"

The two guards couldn't answer for a moment.

"I'll ask you again, when was the last time the Swedish king drank water?"

"This...she has never wanted water.

"When was the last time she talked to you? What did you do?"

"Let's catch a crow for her..."

"That was three days ago, so she hasn't heard anything for three days?"

"Okay...it seems like that."

"It seems?" Amy raised his voice in anger: "Then can you tell me exactly whether the Swedish king is alive or dead now?"

The soldiers dared not speak anymore. Amy forced himself into the tent, and they didn't dare to stop him.

There were many plates in the corner of the tent, and the food inside didn't move at all, and many of them were already rotten.

Ella was still alive. She lay on the ground, staring at the crow in the bird cage motionlessly, as if she had lost her soul.

Amy's footsteps alarmed her. She raised her head, raised a finger and said "shush", and in a smaller voice, "Go out first, don't alarm my inspiration..."

Amy quickly stepped forward, put the plate with the pie on the table, and then used all her strength to pull Ella up from the ground.

"Your Majesty! It's time to have a meal!"

Ella's eyes blinked a few times in confusion, and it took a while before she climbed up from the abyss of her thinking.

"Amy? Why are you here?"

"I want to ask your Majesty why he is here! He said he was thinking about strategy and told me not to disturb him for the time being, but why did he stare at the crow? This is not a good-looking bird, right?"

"It's really not a good-looking bird, and it's a bit unlucky." Ella looked at the cage with a crow in a trance, "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 be a weapon."

Ella reached out to a place where nothing seemed to want to grab something in the air.

"I was defeated by the Republic of Liguria... an indescribable defeat. So I began to think that the Republic of Qiqiu was also a country that focused on infantry and despised the navy during its expansion. At that time, many countries nearby had powerful fleets. How did the ancestors who were not good at naval warfare defeat those enemies?"

"To answer this question, I searched for information for two days in the Wang Family Library. Then, I saw a word in many documents that should not have appeared in the war records-"

"crow?"

"Yes... it's a crow."

Ella turned over the back of her hand and stared at her palm carefully.

"A thousand years ago, ancestors who were not good at naval warfare used a weapon called 'crow' to defeat powerful enemies on the sea. But I could not find more useful records. All my ancestors left me was this thin noun... Crow, what kind of weapon do you have to make up for the overwhelming gap in naval warfare experience? I can't think of it... Amy, please let me be quiet for a while, let me think about it carefully..."

Looking at Ella like this, Amy felt a palpitation.

"Your Majesty, you should at least have some food first..."

"It's okay, Amy, it's okay, give me some time and I will win...I'm their king, I have to lead them to win..."

Ella stopped halfway through her words - a sword suddenly appeared beside her neck. The person holding the sword was nothing but Amy.

"Your Majesty, this is a rebellion. You are now my captive, and during this period you can no longer perform the duties of the king."

Amy glanced at the pie on the table.

"Drink water first, then eat, and finally follow me out for a walk."

...

Ella walked cautiously in the siege camp, Amy followed her behind her.

After hiding in the camp for five days, the sky seemed to be wider than five days ago.

"Amy, please let me go back..." Ella whispered, "I just lost the battle and didn't think of a way to win. Now I'm in such a way, I have no shame to meet those soldiers."

"Your Majesty, you are my prisoner now. If you don't accept it, you can try to smash the rebellion and put me down before running."

"Amy, I..."

Before Ella could finish her words, she was attracted by the half-made equipment in the besieged camp.

"Is this... building a trench?"

The soldiers saw Ella coming and waved their hands excitedly at her.

"King of Sweden!" they shouted, "How many days will it take before the production is completed, you go back and rest first! When these trenchers are completed, we will definitely break into Azov and grab Nagilfa back!"

"This is..." Ella looked confused, "Whose order is this?"

Amy whispered from behind: "Because you have been in the tent, your majesty, you have not come out of the tent, and the soldiers have spontaneously started to act."

"We just suffered a big 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 rob the flying zealanderer and return it to your Majesty."

"But I lost my home...are they not disappointed me?"

"For the vast majority of kings, losing the crown and scepter that symbolizes power means the end of rule. But your Majesty, you are different."

Taking advantage of Ella's turn, Amy put a long-prepared garland on her head, and then gently chanted in her ear: "Remember, you are still just a mortal."

Tears burst out from Ella's eyes.

"I actually came to the triumphal squad at this time. I was defeated, stupid Amy!"

"It's just a naval battle, just win it back in land battle. Your Majesty, everyone is ready. As long as you give the order, we will attack Azov City and avenge our previous shame."

A crow fell on the camp tent, and a head looked around with a clever head. After noticing Ella's sight, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew up and landed on another adjacent camp tent.

"Everyone, I will find a way to do it in the naval battle. But it may not be successful... You need to fight to the death."
Chapter completed!