Woo woo woo...
The howling north wind mixed with snowflakes, like a tyrannical monarch wantonly unleashing his authority over this cold sea!
In such harsh weather, even though it was already afternoon, the visibility was quite low.
Swish swish swish——
Two black sail battleships, resembling Level 4 Battleships, braved the pressure of the cold wave weather system and slowly appeared on the sea surface one hundred kiloters east of "Forward Island".
At the top of the mast, the nacing skull flag fluttered in the wind, striking fear into those who saw it!
"Why haven’t the Tulip guys arrived yet? Not showing up at the main battlefield is one thing, but now they’re late on the secret line too. Just because they dealt with the support fleet of the Vice-Kingdom of La Plata, they’re too dismissive of us, aren’t they?"
A rough-hewn middle-aged man with bare chest hair even in winter, and scars all over his chest, stood leaning on his long knife on the tall foredeck. He scanned the sea with eyes as cold as a wolf’s, showing slight displeasure at the absence of the third party.
"Ha, dealing with a support fleet with Level 3 Battleships?
Perhaps it was just the unlucky Hilus folks who got caught in so disaster accident, and Tulip took advantage of it.
The elite troops ntioned by that Phaletis Major General, I think are totally overrated, sounding good but useless."
On another black sail battleship nearby, a captain wearing leather clothes and with a slender build looked over, even though the distance between them was more than fifty ters, his words felt as if they were spoken right next to them, with his unfriendly tone clearly perceptible.
The rough-hewn captain, almost like a standing wild wolf, frowned slightly, "Heather, I know the Sak and Tulip conflicts aren’t small either, but this confrontation against Hilus is a unanimous decision by the higher-ups; if sothing goes wrong, don’t bla for reporting truthfully."
"Hmph, of course not!"
Suddenly.
Flap flap flap——
Two White Seagulls, supposed to fly south for winter as migratory birds, unexpectedly reversed course, landing on the bow of these two seemingly pirate ships.
Cocking their heads, they stared at these two ill-looking fellows, speaking directly:
"Hey, are you looking for ? The blockade forces sent by Sak and Atlant?"
The two captains were taken aback, especially the Sak captain, whose eyes flashed with a hint of green. It was then they realized the person they were waiting for had already arrived, and in such an incredible manner.
"Phaletis?"
"That’s right, you can call the White Knight!"
"White... Knight?"
Staring at the White Seagull, the two captains internally shouted:
’Goddamn White Knight! You’re clearly a wizard, aren’t you?!’
The White Seagull seed to know what they were thinking, continuing:
"Well, don’t mind, you’re all quite cautious!
Actually deploying pirate ships, I certainly didn’t prepare as thoroughly as you did, please excuse my small impoliteness.
After today’s mission, everyone will go their separate ways, a title is sufficient!"
Through the eyes of the seagull, Aiven was also observing the two companions for this operation.
Like wolves, the Atlanteans, with slightly disproportionate body proportions, likely used so ability to adjust their physique, having scars only on their chest as if they never fled from fights.
The sowhat unfriendly Sak person, with a slender build and slightly abnormal skin color, looked as if wearing a mask, seed either an agility-oriented swordsman or another path’s extraordinary.
And the emblems on the two pirate ships.
One emblem with a crown-wearing, sharp-toothed skull biting a Blood Dripping Saber was the emblem of the Golden Sea Twin King "Oathbreaker" Bradley.
The other emblem featured a crown-wearing skull with eight octopus tentacles, belonging to the Black Sea Pirate King "Octopus Ghost" Hawkins.
Boldly pretending to serve under two pirate kings...
Indeed, everyone is the sa, just old sly foxes...
However, this situation, Aiven could understand.
The front lines were in a standoff, and from the early stages of the war, all mobilized forces had already been deployed.
They could only select powerful personnel from the rear who wouldn’t attract attention to participate in this decisive blockade battle. And they had to be strong and deeply hidden secret agents!
Seemingly disguised as pirates, they might truly be pirates...
Seemingly physical-side professionals, they might be hidden magic system extraordinaries...
Seemingly rough exterior, might be as cunning as an old fox...
At least these two guys were careful and prudent, understanding that to survive long on this sea, they couldn’t be focused on by the Hilus people.
If there was a real defeat at "Forward Island", causing significant losses to Hilus, or even a failure in the "Silver War", Hilus would surely turn their anger on them, making it crucial to maximize their detachnt.
Not to ntion it’s all for the kingdom’s service, incidents where heroes were sold out by colleagues and ended miserably have happened more than once...
Aiven thought this way, and they evidently did too.
One nad Heather, the other Wolf, obviously all aliases like White Knight.
"Alright, now that everyone is gathered, let’s plan the tactics for the blockade battle..."
They all wisely didn’t ask where the "White Knight’s" ship was, with cooperation and conflict existing among the three nations, no one wanted to reveal their trump cards to others.
The so-called naval blockade battle.
It ans severing or obstructing the enemy’s transportation of combat supplies and replenishnt of troops, restricting their naval mobilization, weakening their combat capabilities as a commonly used tactic.
Main tactics: attack enemy transport ships and escort convoys, destroy enemy loading and unloading ports, block enemy ship passages.
Although Hilus’s plan to occupy Potosi has been initially achieved, and even bases on the island have begun construction despite the severe cold, aiming to refine the first silver ingot before spring.
But the key to whether they can occupy it for long is not here, but rather on the periphery, on the seemingly far less important "Forward Island" than the Silver Islands!
Because apart from the short-term supplies carried by landing personnel, most of the supplies are still stored on Forward Island, which is also an essential optimal transit point for avoiding conflict zones.
Under the current rationing system, the significance of these supplies cannot be underestimated.
If a surprise attack here can be successful, it is very likely to turn the tide of the war, forcing Hilus to retreat due to logistical pressure, which is also the only chance for the three-nation alliance at the mont.
"Forward Island is a fan-shaped island, with a right-angled steep cliff on both sides, and the highest altitude is thirty ters, making large troop movent impossible.
As the fan-shaped area of the island gets lower in elevation, vegetation is not abundant, but there are natural freshwater streams.
Currently, the garrison here, although not many, is elite, with at least six warships, and a total number exceeding 1,500 people...."
Wolf from Atlant, the local expert, gave the other two parties an overview of Forward Island.
Subsequently, the three captains assigned their respective tasks.
On the island, Hilus has built a total of seven large and small supply storage warehouses, mainly categorized into weapons and food.
Although it seems quite large, for the frontline’s fleet of more than thirty large and small warships, with a total of over 8,000 troops, no amount of reserves is excessive.
The comprehensive transshipnt warehouse near the dock is one, while the other six are relatively inland to prevent a surprise attack from the sea.
"Based on the ’White Knight’s’ captain’s illustrious record of defeating the Hilus support fleet, handing over the extra warehouse to you shouldn’t be a problem, right?"
Hearing Heather’s seemingly flattering words, along with Wolf’s tacit approval.
The Seagull tilted its head and cast a disdainful glance at the two, whether it was surplus or not, all three warehouses were in the innermost part of the island, attacking there would inevitably greatly increase the ti for raids and retreats.
Even though they are just three warehouses, they account for more than half of the "workload" in this interdiction battle, and the danger is incomparable, with a careless mistake potentially leaving one permanently on the island.
However, Aiven did not refuse, as his strategy was completely different from what the other two imagined.
Flap, flap, flap—
Watching the seagull fly away.
Wolf and Heather simultaneously smiled: ’Still a young man, can’t handle a bit of provocation.’
Clearly, neither of them planned to engage in a head-to-head battle with the garrison, both had silently decided to complete their respective tasks and leave at the first mont, leaving the garrison to the enthusiastic "White Knight" to deal with.
...
The agreed ti is 1 a.m., when people are generally most drowsy.
But before nightfall, a ship had quietly arrived in the waters near Forward Island.
It was a heavily laden, extrely slow rchant ship that looked travel-weary.
Rustling...
Braving the biting cold wind, the ship signaled—a signal belonging to the Hilus Navy!
Soon, this ship was discovered by the patrolling warship and towed to the port.
A large group of soldiers, ragged and stinking, who seed to have suffered quite a bit, poured out, and the most surprising thing to the garrison was that these people turned out to be survivors forrly belonging to the Level 3 Battleship "Stendeburg."
Even the highest commander of the base, Major General Orcott, was alerted, who ca to console them, and also sent the accompanying "Eternal Fla" priest to "examine" their bodies carefully.
Confird to be rely weak, not influenced by anything unclean or bizarre, at least this dean-level holy professional found nothing wrong, then temporarily settled these over 600 allied soldiers at the heart of the island’s defense.
Preparing to recuperate them for two days before making further arrangents, and also find out what they went through during this period?
All of this was already seen through the sea birds’ vision by Aiven and Milan.
"You knew the follow-up battle plans in advance? You even thought of bringing these guys along before setting off?"
"Guessing could foresee it. At this ti, what need is there for a front battlefield? As long as we eliminate all of Hilus’s supplies, the harsh weather will take these guys out for us!
Unless they abandon Potosi at the fastest speed and withdraw completely!
Moreover, we have to bring them; the effect of the Puppet Potion is diminishing rapidly, leaving them in Hatrafa Port would more easily cause problems, better to make full use of them, burning themselves to illuminate you and before completely losing control."
Then Aiven pulled out the "Ocean Treasure: Storm Bottle" from the "Magic Pocket"
"Tonight at midnight, there will be a dium-scale blizzard, it’s a perfect ti for camp destruction!"
Ocean Treasure is indeed an Ocean Treasure, reflecting real-ti weather conditions, even more intuitive than Milan’s prophecy.
"Um..."
Milan patted the hull of "Venus."
"Now that we have such an excellent battleship, aren’t you at all interested in testing it in a real battle?"
"Hmm, not really!"
Turning his head, he gave Milan a strange look:
"Why rely on strength when you can use intrigue?!"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
This... is this the mark of soone truly becoming mature after trials?
Milan couldn’t help but look up in admiration...
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