Melisandra looked at the shocking scene of Baifans passing through the sea in the distance, and tried to say something, and finally turned into a sigh, "Only the gods can explain where these navals emerged."

Danny's translucent eyes beside her looked at the fleet, with bright brilliance flowing in her eyes and a sweet smile.

Lynn was standing on the fleet command ship he had just named the "White Harbor" and his hands tightly grasped the tower railing, his face slightly red.

"Sir," said Hanniu respectfully, "Are we going to the old town with the fleet or back to the fishing village port?"

Although Lynn enjoyed the feeling of leading the sail and wanted to experience the magnificence of a naval battle, he still had many things to deal with. He turned his head reluctantly to look at the vast fleet behind him, and then fixed his sight on the east coast of the fishing village port.

Lynn breathed into the wet air and ordered the guard Hanniu: "Slow down the sail, put down the boat, and we will return to the territory."

Hanniu nodded and hurriedly arranged for the sailors to prepare. In a moment, the Baigang will arrive two miles outside the fishing village port wharf.

Jack, commander of the Gripen Combined Fleet and captain of the White Harbor, then stepped forward to Lynn.

Lynn had a simple assessment of the fleet commander he promoted and had many unique insights into this person in naval warfare. However, the war was treacherous, Lynn still planned to give him the final advice.

"After arriving in the waters of the old city and the Joint Fleet takes over the command of the three sisters' maritime guards, you must block the surrounding waters as soon as possible. It is your most important task to not give Stannis' fleet a chance to escape. On this basis, if the army siege army needs the place where your fleet supports you, you must also cooperate with the siege battle."

Jack Sparrow is a seemingly crazy but resourceful captain. Due to the automatic identity matching of the new system, according to himself, he came from a pirate family in Dorn. However, he was favored by Lynn's father Viscount Rothschild in his early years. This time he defected to the Rothschild family and vowed to die to repay the life-saving grace of the Gripen family.

This person always has a very attractive temperament.

Unruly, with a changeable temperament, loves rum, eats peanuts, and loves all kinds of beauties.

He values ​​affection and righteousness, but he does not lose the selfishness of pirates; he is not afraid of evil, but he is often afraid of his head and feet and does not want to face it; he is not focused on details, but he does not lose the elegance of his every move. He is a person who is good at observing during conversations and is quite cautious in his performance.

He has the same name as Jack Sparrow, the male lead in the American magic adventure movie "Pirates of the Caribbean" series. His face is similar in outline, but his figure is more burly and gives people the feeling that he is quite calm when dealing with work.

However, it is important that, like all the soldiers who exchanged, he served Lynn to the death and was loyal to the Rothschild family.

Jack Sparrow saluted a naval salute, held the command sword around her waist and knelt down on one knee, responding to Lin N's advice in a deep voice: "Please rest assured Lord, Jack understands."

Lynn solemnly patted the latter's shoulder and expressed his expectations for him.

Soon the boat was put down, and Lynn and the Guards took the opportunity to board the boat and paddle towards the fishing village port on the east coast.

The pier of the fishing village port.

In the cargo hold of a large-bellied Pantos cargo ship "Bailout", workers were doing a final inventory of the baggage they were carrying.

This is the baggage ship specially equipped by Lynn for the joint fleet this time.

At the bottom of the bilge, four dock workers carried lanterns, one held a wax plate and a stylus, and two coolies in the grain sacks in the dot cabin.

“Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, eighty…”

An old worker in charge of recording focused on outlining the number of sacks on wax boards. Today, his task was only to make a final record of this loaded material ship, and the work was very easy.

The lord's mansion purchased this batch of food, which made them not have to transport the goods to Baigang as usual by the merchants who worked for themselves, as they did, and wait for the inquiries from the maritime merchants.

The Rothschilds never traded with civilians and were stingy with giving generous prices.

The old worker Tirel's hand stopped on the wax board, hesitantly did not start writing, but hesitated to ask his son holding a lantern behind him, "Is it eighty after ninety-nine?"

Little Tirel spread his hands and counted, and his face instantly collapsed under the light and shadow of the lantern. He shivered his lips and did not dare to look directly into his father's eyes, "Dad, this, maybe..."

"Ge, have you been using Chuan Lao to calculate the numbers in college? Why do you have to think about it for so long? I won't beat you."

"I only learned ninety-nine miles!"

"you……"

Seeing that the old foreman really started to pull out the soles of his shoes, Tiriel hurriedly held his little head and closed his eyes. He had no place to reason about the calculations and didn't learn how to do this. He just hoped that the shoes would be lighter when they were photographed and not squeezing his face.

The boy with his eyes closed counted silently for a moment, but he soon found that the sole of his usual anxious and ruthless shoe was never touched.

Could it be that my father finally felt soft-hearted?

He opened his eyes carefully, and the boy suddenly realized that there were a few strangers around him. A burly man next to him, holding his thick palms and grabbing the soles of his father's shoes in the air.

A muffled voice shouted: "You have to take a lantern while the cargo ship is low and you have to be careful that the fire-burning lamp oil will fall on the ground and get water."

The old foreman who was pinched his elbow recognized the man's armor and the Gripen emblem on his chest, and his face turned pale.

Before we could react, we saw two more people coming down from the spiral staircase.

A young and clear voice asked, "How long will the baggage ship be ready?"

The person who made the sound was Lin Neng. After he and the guards returned to the fishing village port pier from the fleet in a small boat, they happened to see the freight ship anchored at the pier. They knew that this was a special ration ship for the joint fleet, so they came over to inspect.

As soon as Lin En opened his mouth, a middle-aged man who looked like a manager smiled and said, "There is still a batch of thousands of fresh cabbages in full. According to the instructions from the adult's mansion, it was arranged in sufficient orders."

Lynn glanced at the bottom of the cargo ship. The shelves were filled with potatoes and dry bread, and the wine barrels and the wooden barrels that stored salt were also arranged neatly in a corner of the cabin. Several workers at the bottom of the bilge seemed to be doing the final count, and everything was in order.

Nodded slightly satisfied.

After roughly estimating the food supply of some joint fleets of 10,000 people, Lin Neng said: "This ship will come to the dock on time these days. The goods I need will be distributed in this way every day and will be delivered to the fishing village port terminal on time to load the ship. The payment will be taken to the mansion at that time."

The manager smiled and kept nodding and bowing.
Chapter completed!