The eastern coast of the New World, the northern seas.

Forward Island.

It's a deserted island where birds don't, but because it's less than 50 kilometers from the Potosi Islands further north, you can see the thick white fog surrounding Potosi from here.

Therefore, it was occupied by the Cyrius, whose base camp was far away from this place, and named it "Advance Island", which became their base camp for dealing with Sak and Atlan.

But there's another unforeseen benefit to being here.

That's because it is located in a tributary of the warm current of the westerly wind, although it has completely entered the cold winter, but the warm current allows those Cylius soldiers who are short of food and clothing due to someone's "robbery" will not be directly frozen into popsicles...

"Bang bang bang ... It's so cold! I'm starting to miss the damn steamer-like tropics. ”

The young private Makazzi shrunk his neck to keep the cold wind from pouring in, and then exhaled fiercely and turned into a cloud of white mist.

"Hah, so do I. ”

"And... And those big ass Atellan women!"

"Hey, hey, hey..."

At this time, several soldiers were standing on the temporary lookout on the island with muskets on their backs, carrying out routine guard duties.

But they were only wrapped in a few extra layers of single clothes, and they couldn't even see a little cotton wool. It's hard to believe that they are not full of warmth at all now, but their heads are full of HS thoughts.

Of all the colonies of Cyrius, only the vice-regal of La Plata had a real winter, and only there were winter clothes for the soldiers, as well as some of the surplus reserves.

But most of the winter clothes they had prepared for the front-line soldiers had already fallen into the pockets of Pharytis during the first blockade of supply lines.

Realistic warfare is not a game of strategy, and supplies cannot be generated in a vacuum, and it is not so easy to re-raise sufficient winter clothing for all front-line soldiers.

The "Silver War" began in late autumn, and now almost two months have passed and it is the coldest time of the year.

Whew-

Whew-

The cold wind blowing from the eternal white land in the north swirled as if to take away the last trace of warmth from the human body through the gaps in the clothes.

In particular, some time ago, a large number of supply ships and merchant ships disappeared.

Although the upper echelons made targeted responses in a timely manner and carried out large-scale transportation in the form of a cluster fleet, it also seriously delayed the progress of the war on the front line.

However, the various ships lost during that period could not be replenished in a short period of time, and the overall capacity of the supply line was inevitably seriously affected.

Especially after the beginning of winter, all kinds of materials have been seriously consumed, and logistics have been seriously tightened.

Not only the ordinary soldiers complained, but even the front-line commanders were in a dilemma.

In a sheltered hill on Qianqian Island, a temporary headquarters has already been set up with cold-proof bison skins.

At this time, a brazier was lit in the tent.

The senior officers of the Cylius front-line fleet have come together financially.

The commander-in-chief, Major General Alcott, held his command knife in his hand and asked in a deep voice to a certain officer sitting on one side:

"Staff, how did you make the next battle plan?"

Hearing this, the head of the staff couldn't help but lose his face, but he had to answer stiffly:

"Your Excellency, it's not that we don't do our best, it's that we don't have enough back-to-back hands to break the deadlock!

In particular, the reinforcements from the Vice-Crown of La Plata, which were scheduled to arrive some time ago, have completely lost contact.

The series of attack plans we have developed around the addition of the third tier of ships can only be scrapped, and we will return to a stalemate tug-of-war. ”

Since the start of the war.

The three sides successively assembled more than 60 warships of all classes and fought several fierce battles on the sea near Potosi. Although the Syrius side has the overall advantage, it is impossible to eliminate the opponent's main force in a short time.

And as time drags on, many of the disadvantages of their cross-regional operations have gradually become apparent.

There is no naval base of its own nearby, bad weather, logistical pressure, medical support, maintenance and repair of ships, personnel repair... These are the severe tests they face.

The officers and men of Syrius, who were accustomed to using various advantages to crush the enemy, had not fought such a humiliating war for a long time.

In particular, a powerful naval fleet headed by the "Startenburg" quietly disappeared inexplicably, which made the senior officers on the front line a little confused.

They don't know if these comrades were shipwrecked, or if they encountered an unexpected enemy army?

Accidents mean variables, and if there are too many variables, the trend of this war will completely get out of control. Especially now that the stalemate is at a standoff, it is not impossible to slide all the way to the abyss.

"And the war came so hastily that we went to the front without any preparation except weapons.

Limited by the capacity of the supply line, not only is there not enough winter clothing right now. Fresh food was also rationed, and most soldiers were fed shelf-stable bacon, peas, and oats in tropical environments, and morale was declining.

Maybe we can go to the 'Cape Fishery' to replenish some fresh food ourselves, otherwise the soldiers will have problems before the war takes a turn." ”

Then, without waiting for Major General Alcott's inquiry, the chief officer of the logistics department also reported to him the dilemma he was facing.

Apparently.

From this point of view, Tulip's supply line blockade tactics were still effective, and the contribution of cold weather to the war was no less than that of the two countries on the frontal battlefield.

The commander tapped his command knife on the ground and watched as all the officers present made a summary of the meeting:

"Until now, our garrison at Fort Navidad has been fighting alone.

If reinforcements from the colonies do not arrive in time, the current stalemate may already be the greatest we can achieve.

So, send our current situation back to the rear command, request...."

But at this time.

"Report!"

The tent door curtain was lifted, and an adjutant hurried in with the cold wind, bringing the latest orders from the rear.

"Hold the line, Admiral Trivier will be on the front line to command! The general offensive is about to begin!"

Hearing this, the officers below looked at each other.

"Could it be...?"

.......

The cold wind howls in the north.

The golden sea is shining brightly.

At the Fort Navidad naval base on the eastern side of the Balboa Isthmus, a fleet of only two warships was ready to go.

Although there were only two of them, no one could underestimate their strength.

The masts of these two warships were hung with the same Sylius flame flag as ordinary warships, but their combat effectiveness was fundamentally different from that of ordinary warships.

Because these are the two strongest killer weapons that are enough to dominate the New World - quasi-legendary warships!

One of them was a third-class battleship, with a general's flag, a captain's flag, and a lavender-patterned noble flag on the bow mast... Indicate its identity.

If Evan can recognize it at a glance here, this is the quasi-legendary battleship that once had an unfriendly interaction with the "Stormy Horn" - the "Commander of the Guard".

After nearly two months of hard work, this powerful new Cylius Vice-King finally arrived in the Golden Sea.

And the other was also a third-class battleship.

But just from the outside, this battleship is not at all different from the standard third-class ship of Sylius, and people can't see where its "legend" is.

But this battleship belonged to Admiral Trivier, the supreme military commander who guarded the Golden Sea and the entire New World: the "Styx Jellyfish"!

At this time, the "Styx Jellyfish" hoisted the fleet commander's flag.

The tower-tall admiral stood in his command post and saluted Vice Admiral Adonis Auston, the captain of the Captain of the Guards Commander, not far away.

The demeanor is relaxed, as if you are going on an outing.

Apparently they were confident in the purpose of the trip.

That is to end this "Silver War" before spring arrives and take the entire Potosi Islands once and for all!

Operation: Silver Blitz!

Originally, they didn't want to completely break the tacit understanding between countries and take the lead in using the quasi-legendary battleship for the finale.

But the stalemate of the war ahead made Admiral Trivier, as the commander-in-chief of the Navy of the New World, also feel the pressure.

For they had already made a promise to His Majesty Philip II, who was far away at the beginning of the war:

Promise to present him with the first silver brick extracted from the Potosi Silver Mine when the regular Jumbo Fleet returns in early spring next year!

Moreover, the return of the Grand Fleet, which is related to the kingdom's military expenditure, which will never be suspended, will inevitably weaken the military strength of the New World and further break the equilibrium of the front line.

In addition, the merchant ships that Cyrius accompanied with the Treasure Fleet still needed to hand over one-fifth to the kingdom, which was also a non-negligible income.

Therefore, when they saw that the Grand Fleet had only set sail for more than a month, they made the decision to go down in person.

The two quasi-legends were enough to subdue Sack and Atlan, and they might not even have to fight, as long as they showed up, they would have to obediently surrender the silver mine.

What's more, unless all the countries of the New World join forces, no one can make Sylius follow the rules!

The signal flag waved, and the two warships slowly sailed away from the port.

At the same time.

Admiral Trivier removed a black horn from his waist and blew it with all his might.

Toot –

The loud sound of the horn reverberates on the surface of the sea.

Grunt...

A huge shadow with a body length of more than 500 meters slowly emerged from the bottom of the sea like a silent ghost.

It was a giant jellyfish, or more precisely a giant sea monster in the shape of a jellyfish!

【Wild Sea Monsters, Giant Species, Styx Jellyfish】

It is also the confidence of this mediocre-looking third-class ship known as "quasi-legend"!

With an umbrella-shaped head of more than sixty meters in diameter and four mouths reaching five hundred meters, this Styx jellyfish is a veritable and powerful giant species.

Generally speaking, just one large species of sea monster is enough to be called the lowest "quasi-legendary", and the "Styx Jellyfish" with a giant species is obviously not a weak person among the "quasi-legends".

The horn in the Admiral's hand is called the "Kraken Horn" or "Kraken Horn".

It was he who defeated and tamed the sea monster with his own hands, and used the blood taken from the sea monster to engrave the name of the legendary Kraken on the surface of the Snail, which has a transcendent nature.

The Kraken then performs a corresponding ritual if it wishes: take a boat and circle the Kraken's body three times clockwise, and then three times counterclockwise, to establish a universal contract to direct the Kraken's movements through this horn.

Limited to defeating his master, of course.

As for who the Kraken is sacred, some people say that it is the king of wild sea monsters, some people say that it is the mount of the ancient sea god, and some people say that it is actually the first sea monster tamed by humans...

In short, although the legends are varied, they only take effect if the name is inscribed on the horn.

This is also the root of many sailors who want to become sea monster knights.

Huh-

The giant sea monster that appeared let out a sharp chirp from its unknown organs, and gently grabbed the two battleships with two mouths and wrists that seemed to be hung with countless rags.

Then accelerate instantly.

Bang la la la ...

At a speed of 18 knots, close to the carrying limit of the ship, they disappeared into the distant sea in an instant.