New Dunker is covered with snow.

The wind and snow from the Odin Ice Fields gently killed all the vitality of this port city. Thick blocks of ice stretched from the Odin Ice Field, and the nearest ice was less than twenty miles from the port. Tall icebergs drift with the wind and waves in the channel outside the harbor, posing a deadly threat to the channel.

There were no civilian ships entering or leaving the port anymore, and even the warships that patrolled daily were the only ones who had the courage to cruise along the coastline at this time of year, wearing iron armor or protected by magic arrays.

In the military port of New Dunker Harbor, a super-heavy warship with a body length of nearly 400 meters and three terraces built on the deck in front and back, and the whole body was covered with a foot thick alloy armor, floating lightly on the water, and Vice Admiral Neville, who had just been promoted, was standing on the top of the tallest platform in the center, looking at the ice that was getting closer and closer on the northern sea with a gloomy face.

An unprecedentedly cold winter, this winter, the ice seems to have a tendency to push directly into the port of New Dunker.

This is not good news for New Dunke, the rough and brutal orcs of the Odin Ice Field, and the savage, murderous alien races, can walk on the ice all the way to Dunkerke.

On weekdays, the Northern Garrison Fleet stationed in New Dunker can easily destroy the alien troop carriers on the sea, and there will not be too many people who can land on the shore, and the vast sea is the boundary between life and death.

But if the aliens come on the ice, the Northern Garrison will be blind.

"Gather all the soldiers left behind and prepare for battle!" Neville lit a fine cigar from the upstart of Bolelli with some annoyance, took a heavy puff of fragrant smoke, and then impatiently exhaled the smoke worth dozens of gold coins.

Turning his head to look at the vice admiral's epaulettes on his shoulder, Neville himself was a little puzzled.

The lucky guy named Entre Marte, who had been appreciated by the Holy Light I in Berelli and had suddenly risen to prominence in just a few months, was a lucky fellow named Entre Marte, who had been serving as the Inspector General of the Imperial Ministry twenty days earlier, as a lieutenant general in the army. He actually directly intervened in the internal affairs of the Imperial Admiralty, and after consulting the files of all the middle and senior officers in the Admiralty. Luck suddenly befell Neville.

'Young, loyal, resolute, and truly a pillar of the Empire's maritime frontiers', Neville was promoted to Vice Admiral by the Order of the Holy Light I, and became the supreme commander of the Empire's North Sea Garrison. The original commander, His Excellency, was transferred to the logistics department of the Imperial ** Department and served as an idle official with a lot of oil and water but no actual military power.

Along with Neville's promotion order came a shipment of heavy warships procured by the Gallic Empire from the shipyards of the Longshan family, the Vyas Merchant Federation. There were as many as twenty heavy warships in this batch, and the ironclad battleship now known as the 'Light of the Empire' at Neville's feet was the largest and most powerful of them.

Suddenly elevated. Neville should rejoice, of course. But this winter's harsh shape shì, Neville's psychological pressure is very high. He didn't know if those aliens would take advantage of the opportunity of the frozen sea to attack, and he had dealt with them in New Dunrk for nearly ten years, and he knew that these aliens would not give up any opportunity to attack once they had the opportunity.

It doesn't matter if it's just the frozen sea, and if the North Sea Garrison is still in order, Neville is confident that he will be safe in New Dunker. But the worst thing is - the inexplicable Prince of the North Sea, Arthur, he actually forcibly siphoned out more than ninety percent of the elite sailors of the North Sea Garrison Fleet!

Now the top leaders of the imperial side know about it. Arthur led his astonishingly large army into the high grounds, into the treacherous passage that led to the Fourth Abyss! Neville was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he got the news - Arthur is an idiot. This third-rate bastard, this nouveau riche nobleman, this stupid prince, he took the elite of the North Sea Garrison Fleet deep into the abyss to fight!

The abyss world, can you use sailors?

The sailors who left the battleship were no different from a pig. Moreover, they are domesticated domestic pigs, and their combat effectiveness is not as good as that of a slightly larger wild boar, and they are completely at the mercy of people on the battlefield.

However, it was a military order from Arthur, and the Imperial Ministry did not show support for the North Sea Garrison at that time. The bigwigs of the military department just acquiesced in Arthur's weakening of the fleet, allowing him to take nearly 90,000 elite sailors.

"It's perfect!" Neville puffed out a few puffs of smoke, "It couldn't be better! Now we have less than 10,000 men left, and they can't even move all the ships! Damn it, that stupid fellow!"

Neville has been operating in the port of New Dunker for many years, and he also has a group of henchmen. And these subordinates are extremely elite officers. Neville hadn't smoked half of his cigar before his lieutenant had walked up briskly and reported at a glance the total number of soldiers who had been left behind in the military port of New Dunker.

Only 5,400 qualified sailors remained, and only 3,857 elite sailors, and all the logistics soldiers responsible for the management and maintenance of the port were transferred by Arthur, and now the maintenance of the port is all taken care of by the sailors and sailors of the fleet.

"Less than ten thousand!" Neville frowned in annoyance.

"With the officer corps, less than 10,000 people!" the adjutant spread his hands helplessly. Not to mention anything else, just the two of them are now this ship, this super heavy warship that the Gallic Empire has just purchased and just arrived in the North Sea, such a battleship needs five hundred sailors to start, and to fully exert its full power, an additional two thousand five hundred sailors need to be stationed on the ship.

Three thousand fighters can meet the needs of such a warship.

Now Neville has twenty new heavy warships that the Empire has just sent, but to start these warships and let them play their due combat effectiveness, Neville needs at least 50,000 well-trained sailors and sailors. Unlike army soldiers, they can kill people by grabbing their shields and swords, but this is a high-tech job!

Without ten years or so of training, it is simply impossible to become a truly qualified sailor fighter.

Neville exhaled bitterly: "Damn the Prince of the North Sea, if he falls all the elites of the North Sea Garrison to the Fourth Abyss, I will go to Berelli, I will go directly to ask to see His Majesty, I must sue him." ”

Just as Neville cursed Arthur in distress, a sailor suddenly signaled that a fleet was approaching from the lighthouse near the exit of the port of New Dunker. Look at the signal, the size of the fleet was large, and it was the fleet of the Gallic Imperial Navy.

An hour later, fifty troop carriers, stuffed to the brim and crammed like canned sardines, were moored slowly in the military port. A grim-faced rear admiral saluted Neville, then showed him a redeployment order and asked him to sign his name on the redeployment order and use his military seal, and the rear admiral immediately boarded a clipper boat and left the port of New Dunke.

The rear admiral even refused Neville's hospitality, and his attitude seemed extremely bad.

But Neville didn't bother to pay any attention to the angry rear admiral, who would have been several times more angry than the other man if such a thing had happened to him—eighty thousand elite sailors from the Gallic Empire's Western Sea Fleet, the Norman Expeditionary Fleet, and several other major naval fleets had been brought in fifty troop carriers.

The 80,000 elite sailors, as well as the 15,000 well-trained sailors who came here by boat, were all assigned to the Beihai Garrison by order from the military headquarters. In other words, because of Arthur's stupid actions, the North Sea Garrison Fleet, which had become extremely empty, was now fully manned all of a sudden, and even a little stronger in combat than before.

Because all the elite soldiers who were transferred here were the most experienced and the most powerful individuals from the other fleets of the empire. In particular, the 30,000 sailors from the Norman expeditionary fleet, who were stationed on the Norman fort defense line all year round, had to fight with the foreign fleet almost every week, and they would also invade the five islands from time to time to burn and loot, so each of them was stronger than the three sailors of the other fleets.

"Your Excellency Ente Malte!"

Neville couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the sailors who were in good spirits and lined up to get out of the troop carrier.

"I have to admit that I owe you a favor again!Alright, well, the upstart of the Empire, the lucky young man who has been appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor, it seems that I must ally with you! I don't think anyone will believe that I haven't even met you before! But you've done so much for me, damn it, those old bastards in the military department must have thought we had colluded a long time ago!"

"So, so be it!" Neville unceremoniously turned to look at his lieutenant: "Send a report to the logistics department of the military department, just say that the North Sea Garrison needs more battleship bed crossbows, I need a large number of special magic crossbows, don't fool me with those ordinary goods! Hmm, according to the standards of the Norman expeditionary fleet, we need to replenish our ordnance, ha, every qiē is the best!"

Neville's lieutenant nodded knowingly, then grinned and strode out with a wicked grin.

It seems that with the support of the upstart general of the military department, the Beihai Garrison Fleet will immediately change its guns. At least these twenty new warships, but the Norman Expeditionary Fleet, which is known as the strongest fleet in the Empire, was sent to New Dunker without being allocated, so in terms of other materials, the North Sea Garrison Fleet should also be on par with the Norman Expeditionary Fleet.

With new warships, elite sailors, and powerful ordnance, as long as Vice Admiral Neville wins one or two battles, his future will naturally be extremely bright, and Vice Admiral Neville is not yet forty years old!

And the status of this general has improved, and the people around him have naturally risen!