. "Your Excellency! This time it's a big problem! We're in big trouble!"

Due to the long and cumbersome observation process, Ilminster, who couldn't get involved, was looking at the sea and was a little distracted when he suddenly heard Leo's shout. He was frightened and his legs became weak and he almost slipped to the ground.

"You damn...what is wrong with our course?" Almost holding onto the wall, Ilminster was about to rebuke a few words, but when he saw Leo's fear, he swallowed the swear words back and asked expressionlessly.

"Ahem, you, according to the measurement results of the sextant, we should be in this position now." Leo, who was anxious and angry, had no energy to consider Daxian's mood. He calmed down for a moment, then reached out to pull Ilminster to the chart table, and marked a red dot on the chart with a pencil. Unfortunately, the marked place was really weird, and Daxian's eyes were straight.

"Here? We are going to cross the ocean westward, why are we going back east?" Ilminster looked at the position where Leo put his pen in surprise, and pointed to the mark on the chart yesterday, "It has been more than sixty miles back than yesterday! Even if there is a storm at night, it will not blow so many roads back."

"This is not the worst, sir." Leo took out the navigation in his pocket and stretched out his finger and bounced it on it. "When the clouds and mists were dissipated, I thought it was still morning, but later it turned out that my watch seemed to be broken, and it should be afternoon now."

"So what's wrong?" Ilminster was puzzled.

"Your Excellency, please see the location of the sun."

Ilminster looked up and saw a red sun hanging high in the direction of the stern of the boat, emitting dazzling golden light from the gaps in the clouds. If it was afternoon, then the direction of the fleet would be...

"Slowing sail! The left rudder is full! Damn it, why did you even run the direction backwards! Which idiot is at the helm today? I want to hang him on the mast and hang him... Woo!" After realizing this collapsed fact, Daxian immediately jumped three feet high and cursed without any grace.

Unfortunately, before he finished his yelling, he was dragged aside by Leo and blocked his mouth. The loyal old assistant desperately pressed and held Daxian, who was still struggling, and observed the movements of the driver's platform from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that there was no reaction from above, he seemed to have not heard it. Then he wiped a cold sweat and let Ilminster go.

"Ahem, Leo, what do you mean!" After finally breathing a breath. Ilminster was naturally very annoyed, "Why stop me from executing that idiot?"

"Shh! Your Excellency, please calm down." Leo stretched out a finger and pointed it gently on his lips, "You can see who is at the helm first, and then decide how to punish."

Seeing Leo's expression strange, Ilminster felt something was wrong. Following the assistant's prompt, Daxian extended his gaze to the bridge. In an instant, his gaze suddenly frozen there.

A heroic silver woman was standing on the bridge at the stern of the boat. She used her snow-white slender hands to steadily control the steering wheel. The steering wheel turned drippingly under her driving technique, making the entire warship tremble violently like a wild horse.

The woman is tall and beautiful. She has a long whip on her waist. Long silver is scattered on her shoulders, and is occasionally raised by the strong sea breeze. Her big black eyes are both quiet and beautiful, but also unyielding and persevering. Although she is naturally beautiful, she is only wearing a ragged black robe, vaguely revealing the white skin and convex and charming curves below.

This kind of cool and heroic appearance is so tempting that it is easy to remind people of the hot female pirates and other sailors talking about the most. Pirates of sailors squeezed around the bridge, turning their fiery eyes to the powerful beauties at the helm. If you look closely, you can even see the saliva dripping from the corners of the mouths of these thirsty men.

Seeing the person at the helm, Ilminster immediately waned like a cat and saw the mouse, but then he entered a state of rampage again.

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"The captain has been lying on the bed due to food poisoning since yesterday. The first mate was swept into the sea by the storm last night." Leo quietly rejected Ilminster's life. "As for the second mate, do we have the second mate on the ship? You priest, you should know what the level of the seaman in Am Fleet is!"

"..." These irrefutable reasons made Ilminster shut up immediately. He knew very well how poor the personnel quality of this fleet was - less than half of the captains would use sextant, and the rest of the captains could only follow the ships ahead. If they were separated on the sea, they would be left to fate.

As the Imperial Navy suffered heavy losses in previous naval battles, the expeditionary ship Ilminster was responsible for

It is basically composed of local fleets of the Dominic Dominic. When it joined the empire, it was a famous naval trading power. In order to protect the trade line, its naval strength was naturally not weak. Even though Am's business has declined, the lean camel is larger than a horse, and this country still retains a huge fleet of 120 warships, among the major dominic territories.

In order to deal with this expedition, the imperial government, whose navy was already short of strength, naturally had the idea of ​​this fleet, and finally succeeded after a combination of soft and hard work. However, when Ilminster excitedly went to take over, it was revealed that the situation was far from as good as I had imagined in advance.

Although the Am Fleet claims to have 120 large and small warships, in fact, due to the decline in trade and the annual income has dropped significantly, the Am Government is simply unable to support such a large fleet. Therefore, most of the warships have long been sealed and only a few small ships are left to patrol near the port.

If an army is too big and too small, there will definitely be big problems. This is especially true for the Navy, which is a high-tech service. After all, warships can be sealed, but crew members cannot be sealed. The outcome of the sea battleship is decided by the people who control the warships. By the time the warships were to be sealed for this expedition, the naval personnel who were dismissed had already died almost old age, and they could not find so many sailing talents for a while. In order to make the warships run, the Am government racked its brains and made many strange tricks, not to mention the recall of retired sailors and forced merchant ship sailors, and even the pirates waiting to go to the gallows were pulled out.

For a time, all the seafarers in several port cities were in danger. They pretended to be sick or fled - not because they were afraid of death. Ocean navigation was a high-risk business, and those who dared to beg for food at sea were burying in the sea. The problem was that the stingy Am government did not pay any salary, and asked everyone to risk their lives to work voluntarily. As long as people who had not been kicked by donkeys on their foreheads knew how to choose. The government used all the legal and illegal means, but the fleet still did not have enough rated number of people. The irresponsible Am government simply made a decision from the refugee camp and stuffed a bunch of poor worms who had never seen the sea on their way on board. Let them learn to sail in the sailing. As for whether these guys would pay tuition through various shipwrecks at the cost of their lives, it was no longer within the concern of bureaucrats.

The Am government has been relaxed since then, but Ilminster has a headache. Along the way, these seamen who became monks halfway through the road were full of misfortune, and were injured, which made the merchant fleet following him laugh at it. Even the flagship "Gold Coin" under his feet was no exception - only the captain and the first mate have experience in the ocean sailing ground. At most, the other "seamen" only fished in the nearshore where you can see land. Not to mention sextant, even the compass may not be able to understand.

Fortunately, although Leo, a declining man, had a lot of experience in navigation - he had been a seafarer for a long time in the past. He also let several colleagues on the boats and lands be buried in the belly of fish in unlucky manner. Can this experience be lacking? Ilminster simply appointed him as the navigation commander, and basically no longer involved in specific navigation affairs, so he was happy.

"During the storm last night, the first mate of the ship was swept into the sea, and the captain couldn't get up, and everyone on the ship was panicked." Seeing that Ilminster was a little calmer, Leo explained the reason. "At that time, Ms. Xinbu volunteered to say that she had experience in driving a yacht in the inland sea, so the sailors naturally counted on her."

"No one can drive Xinbu, a female tycoon and a stupid tribe, can't let her come. She will get lost even in my magic tower!" Ilminster still shook her head, "In the past, in Agraron, every time she drove out, she had to follow her with a shovel, just to dig a pit and bury the unlucky guy who died by her along the way! As for her yacht... tsk, that's simply a piranha, don't you know?"

"I have been with you for so many years, and naturally I know her background, but the sailors of this boat don't know." Leo sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "At that time, we were still meditating in the room, and in advance told the sailors not to disturb them." He spread his hands, showing a helpless look. "The captains behind only know how to follow our boat. Even if the direction is completely reversed, they just dare not say a word! Alas, the seamen of Am Fleet are at this level. What else do you think can you do?"

"Forget it, I'm the level of a female tycoon and a traitor. We have to thank God if we are not chatting in the fish belly. Let's think about how to deal with it first." Speaking of this, Ilminster felt really discouraged and waved to Leo impatiently, "Leo, you go to the bridge immediately and replace Xinbu from the helm, and then let the 'Gold Coin' and the entire fleet turn around and return to the correct route. Tsk tsk, this long voyage is really amazing. Fortunately, the supplies are relatively abundant. Even if it is delayed for two days, it shouldn't be a big problem."

After sighing, he looked up and found that Leo was still poking there like a piece of wood, his face extremely gloomy.

"Hey, Leo, why are you here with a stinky face? Why don't you go to the helm!" Ilminster was very surprised

"Your Excellency, this is not that simple." Leo's sect did not go to take the steering wheel, but continued to use a ruler and a pencil to make a sprint on the chart. "Look, we have walked so many roads back with these warships, but we didn't even encounter a merchant ship or a troop ship- they should have followed closely behind the combat fleet! What do you think this means?"

"...What do you mean is that they ran to the front of the warship and went to the Arctic Port by themselves?" Ilminster thought for a moment, then widened his eyes in horror, "How can these unarmed merchant ships resist the elves' Arctic Port Fortress? Isn't this seeking death!"

"Ahem, the turrets at Arctic Port are not the most terrifying. After all, the shore cannons do not have feet. Our ships are not blind, and we can't even hide." Leo coughed twice, and his gray and dim eyebrows frowned even harder. "What I'm worried about is that the elves will take the opportunity to attack - not only the broken ships in Arctic Port, but also the new forces they sent from Yongju Island. Didn't we receive this news before we set sail?"

The confidentiality of large-scale military operations has always been a headache. At present, this era when communication technology is not well established, the military mobilization system is not perfect, and various types of spies have begun to prevail. Although each other's intelligence agencies are as stupid and incompetent, before the two expeditionary forces emerged, the Naserel Empire and the Elf Kingdom successfully obtained the other's operational information. Unfortunately, the expedition preparations have reached the last moment, and there is really no room for changes or delays. They can only make their respective commanders be more careful and prepare for the ideological preparations to catch the enemy during the voyage.

However, from the outbreak of Deep Water City to the present, the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet has been calm all the way, not to mention the elves, even the pirate ships, so Ilminster gradually relaxed his vigilance about the possible enemy fleet, but when he heard Leo mention it, he was immediately frightened. The terrifying scene of his own transport fleet being attacked by the elves and shore artillery fire. Faced with a powerful shore defense fortress, merchant ships in the lack of armed areas may also choose to retreat temporarily. But if they encounter a large group of enemy warships again, they can only wait to slaughter one side - using fast speed and firepower to professionalize battleships against bulky merchant ships is easier than using hunting guns to shoot turkeys.

"If we turn around immediately and chase the land at full speed, is it possible that we can catch up with the transport fleet that runs too fast?" Ilminster picked up the pencil with a serious expression and leaned on the chart table to calculate quickly. Although he had no actual experience in navigation, as the most knowledgeable Daxian in the world, he still had some theoretical understanding of navigation measurements. At least the simple homework on the diagram is fine. However, before he could make a few strokes, Leo pressed his wrist. Daxian raised his head in surprise, and saw that his assistant's eyes were full of despair.

"Don't forget it, sir. I've calculated it, too late." Leo closed his eyes sadly and shook his head. "Yesterday the fleet was only two or three days away from Arctic Port, and we walked so many roads back. Even if the warships were faster than merchant ships, this was not enough time for us to catch up before they arrived at Arctic Port. Alas, it was too late."

"In other words, our baggage and landing troops will face the elves' fortresses and warships without protection?" Ilminster's voice trembled a little.

"I'm afraid that's it." Leo nodded in pain. "Unless they can stop and wait automatically when the situation is wrong, but the possibility is really small. I guess they are thinking that they are left behind by us now, trying desperately to avoid disconnection!"

"Then dive into the hell woven by artillery fire!" Ilminster hit the chart table heavily, and the pencil and ruler jumped up. "Leo, tell me, is there any hope for our expedition this time?" After he ejaculated, his shoulders suddenly collapsed, as if all his strength was being pulled away.

Facing the mixed eyes of Daxian's hope and despair, Leo's wrinkled old face couldn't help but twitch, "I hope the fleet of elves that came out of Yongju Island has not arrived yet." He thought for a while and said.

"I can only hope so!" Ilminster sighed and stood up from the table. After a while, he looked at his assistant with suspicious eyes, which made the most infamous man feel furious.

"By the way, I said Leo, why haven't you been at the helm yet? Do you want Xinbu to bring us back?"
Chapter completed!