"Wow!" The sea rushed up to the shore of Jan Mayen, and was shattered by the craggy reef on the shore, spreading between the crevices of the reef. In the thick of the night, a huge black shadow glided along the coastline like a ghost, firmly swooping towards the triangular corner of the coast at the northeastern tip of Jan Mayen.

As long as it bypasses this triangular corner of the coast, it will appear in front of the enemy, and although it will certainly be exposed to the moonlight and be spotted by the enemy, it will not matter at that time, and it can use its 46 cannons to rain at least two rounds of shells on the enemy before the enemy can react.

Near, close, the corner was in sight, and at this moment, the entire crew of the Hell God held their breath and focused their attention on the sea on the other side of the corner.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Everyone on the Hell God suddenly noticed a few bright lights flashing above their heads, and then a continuous huge cannon fire shattered the silent night.

We haven't fired yet! Could it be that some bastard accidentally let the artillery go off? The English gunners aboard the Hell God were at a loss.

"Shelling, lying down!" The bewildered English sailors heard the shouts of the battleship officers, and then they suddenly realized that they fell on the deck.

"Bang, bang, bang......" As if the god Odin had launched a rage, the sky above the upper right of the Hell God flew like a meteor shower. Suddenly, sawdust flew from the mast of the battleship, and countless holes appeared in the open sails.

"Poof!" A young sailor who had not had time to fall down saw a long black shadow flash in front of him, and felt himself fly lightly into the air, falling into the icy waters in a whirlwind of the sky, and then a darkness came before him.

The other sailors on the ship saw only a chain ball spinning, kissing the young man's neck with the chain in the middle, and pumping his head straight away. The head was still connected to the entire bloody vertebrae, and the headless body fell to the ground after a flurry of unconscious dancing, convulsing.

"Full rudder on the left, sail on top, away from the coast, enemy artillery is high on the coast!" Clifford shoved away the young officer who had shielded him beneath him, and shouted at the helmsman and sail runner on deck.

"Squeak...... Yikes ......! Suddenly, Clifford heard a loud cracking sound of timber, and a sense of foreboding rose over him, and he involuntarily looked up at the mainmast.

"Ahh......h

"Bang!" A few seconds later, the main mast of the Hell God with its sails smashed into the sea and floated and sank, and the numerous cables attached to it pulled the Hell God to the left by 30 degrees, and the angle of inclination continued to increase, and the Hell God was about to capsize!

"Follow me!" A middle-aged officer aboard the Hell God roared, grabbed a sailor's axe, and led several non-commissioned officers to the left side of the ship, struggling to cut the cable connecting the mainmast to the battleship.

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"Hooray!" Seeing the main mast of the Hell God fall like a felled stake, the Viking gunners on the cliff let out a heaven-shattering cheer.

"Clean the chamber, change the shotguns, and give those England some awesomeness!" Charlie roared in a sweat.

Since this afternoon, Hedram has asked Charlie to carry most of the guns up the cliff with the gunners of the Vistelos. The cliff is not high, but the location is good, right on the corner of the northeastern tip of Jan Mayen.

Like Clifford, Hedram is a master of naval warfare, as long as he knows that Clifford is going to counterattack Jan Mayen, Hedram can naturally deduce from which direction Clifford will sneak attack him. In response to this, Hedram and Gerhardt immediately formulated this battle plan to wait for the rabbit.

The lookouts on the volcano lookout platform did not light a bonfire according to the battle plan, but only carried a large amount of rum and high-calorie food to keep their bodies hot and avoid freezing by the cold of the night. As soon as the Hell God appeared in the waters near Jan Mayen Island, they immediately discovered it. Regardless of which side of the Hell God strikes, the Vestelos will be on standby.

If the Hell God were to charge directly from the southwestern end of the island, the Vistellos would pretend to run away and take the Hell God around the triangular coastal corner at the northeast end, allowing the artillery on the cliff to work. If the Hell God quietly circles from the northeast end, then the artillery on the cliff will soon be able to make a fortune in the city.

Tactically speaking, as long as the Hell God does return to Jan Mayen Island and counterattack the Vestelos, then no matter which direction it attacks the Vestelos, it has already fallen into a trap. The first round of shelling by Charlie and the gunners was carried out with chain and solid shells, with the aim of knocking out the mainmast and sails of the Hell God, leaving it immobile for a period of time.

If it was at sea, the undulating waves would have reduced the hit rate of the shelling a lot, but the artillery involved in the shelling was now on the cliff, and the Hell God was moving close to the coast in order to succeed in the sneak attack. In the bright moonlight, this battleship is simply a target ship under the nose of the Viking gunners, if it still misses, it is estimated that without the help of the English, the chief gunner, Mr. Charlie, will first eat them alive.

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"Bang!" The last cable connecting the mainmast was finally cut by the officers and non-commissioned officers aboard the Hell God, and the Hell God regained its balance.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The people on the Hell God had just breathed a sigh of relief, and the artillery on the cliff roared again. If last time, the Hell God greeted a meteor shower, then this time they greeted a rain of steel balls.

"Oh!" The middle-aged officer, who had just led the non-commissioned officer to cut the cable, raised his head back, a bloody hole appeared in the center of his forehead, and he fell to the sky with a dull gaze.

"Wesker!" Clifford, who fell to the ground, was stared at and slammed his fist hard into the deck. Wesker, a middle-aged officer, is the first mate of the Hell God and his best subordinate and friend.

At this point, Clifford's heart was full of remorse, and if he hadn't been too proud and confident, they should have returned to some neutral port first, rendezvous with the Miracle, and sent the information of the Swedish attack on the Central Powers back to London. In that case, whatever Hedram's purpose was, it would be frustrated. It's just that England will not be "mistakenly injured" in this sea fog area, and if he starts a war with the Allied Sweden, he will not have the opportunity to fight the North Sea Silver Eagle.

"Turn the rudder and stay away from the coast!" Clifford looked up with a determined look on his face, he hadn't lost yet. Even if the Hell God loses its mainmast and greatly reduces its speed, the Vistelos also loses most of its guns, and as long as it stays away from this coast, there is still a chance to turn the tide.

"Admiral!" Suddenly, the English sailors on the bow deck screamed.

Clifford was startled, and immediately turned his head to see that around the corner of the triangular coast, a battleship with full sails was rushing towards the Hell God at high speed. The sharp ramming horns of the iron sheet wrapped in the bow of the ship shone with an icy glow in the soft moonlight, and it was the Vestelos that had picked the right moment to enter the battlefield.

At the bow of the battleship stood a valiant man with long white hair with his elbows in his hands, a man wearing a wide fur coat with long sleeves fluttering in the wind against the cold night wind. Beside him, on the left and on the right, stood two slender young officers.

The young officer on the left is dressed in a navy uniform, buttoned down to the last one on his neck, holding a shining Western-style bayonet sword, with a meticulous appearance, a serious expression, and a fierce light in his eyes.

The young officer on the right was the opposite, his naval uniform was completely spread out by him, revealing a well-proportioned and toned body, with a sailor's axe in each hand, a dark and shiny dagger in his mouth, and a pair of eyes that exuded a cold and crazy blood.

In the aftermath of the Battle for Supremacy in the North Sea, one of the surviving English sailors drew this picture of the charge of the Vistelos from memory. Hundreds of years later, the painting was sold at a record high price by a member of the Swedish royal family at the London auction house and placed in the Royal Swedish Museum as a treasure.

The three men depicted in this painting are also known as the Vestelos Triumvirate in the future era of sea power, Admiral Hedram Joachim Bergston, First Officer Gerhardt Adicon, and Stormtrooper Alfred K. Anderson.

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"Assemble and enter the cabin!" Clifford shouted.

The Vesteros was too fast for the Hell God to dodge, and a broadside battle was inevitable. Even at this time, Clifford's mind was still very clear, and even under the shelling of the sea fog area, the deck sailors of the Hell God had already eaten two rounds of shotguns in a row, one round of chain bullets, and the melee sailors suffered huge losses, and the broadside battle was no longer superior in numbers.

Now that the Hell God is not only attacked by artillery and muskets above its head, but the morale of both sides is declining, it is obviously not a good choice to engage in hand-to-hand combat on the wide deck of the Hell God. Only by entering the lower cabin and consuming some of the Swedish sailors with the help of the more familiar geography can there be any hope of victory.

"Click!" The sharp ramming angles of the Vestelos plunged directly into the Hellgod's ribs, and the two ships formed a herringbone shape.

"Hooray!" A roar erupted from the Vestelos, and the three Hedram were the first to jump onto the deck of the Hell, followed behind them by other sailors with muskets and scimitars. After more than 20 days of sneak attacks, retreats, pursuits, and counter-sneak attacks, they are finally about to reap the final victory in this naval battle.