"Please provide the things as written on this paper." Bard pressed the list of supplies on the table, his voice coming from his helmet, sounding a little buzzing: "I will be delivered to the dock before noon tomorrow, and someone will be responsible for receiving them."

Winters and Andre stood majestic behind Bud, wearing a full set of officer armor. Especially Andre, who held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, was looking at the middle-aged man behind the table with a dangerous look.

Although Bud's tone was as polite as possible, their attitude obviously did not allow the other party to refuse.

The thin and dry mayor of Haiquangang lowered his head and did not dare to look at the three tall and majestic officers in front of him. He hurriedly picked up the list on the table with both hands and looked carefully.

After carefully reading this list, the originally sad mayor of Haiquangang Town, a little relieved.

Admiral Narexiao's quartermasters knew the details of Haiquan Port clearly. Their list would make the mayor hurt, but he could definitely get it out by gritting his teeth.

Moreover, the Revenge Fleet only asked for supplies such as food, noodles, firewood, and cloth, so that it would not cause any damage to this small shopping port.

But the merchant's nature made the mayor of Haiquan Town still want to bargain. He said with a disgust: "Sir, there are less than a thousand families in this town. Where can I get so many things in a hurry? For example, this... ten thousand kilograms of wheat cakes that have been baked twice? I... I... where did I go to get so many wheat cakes? And..."

"Huh?" Winters, with a bad face, made a long, threatening sound from the depths of his nose.

The thin mayor immediately fell silent.

"This is what you said yourself - you can't get all these things." Andrei also sneered: "Since you don't want to hand over, then we'll take it ourselves, haha, better."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door and wanted to leave.

The mayor of Haiquan Town jumped three feet high in anger and hurriedly ran over to stop Andrei. His intuition told him that the other two officers were hard to say, but this tallest and burly officer was really capable of doing the robbery and would not be condemned by conscience at all.

"Sit down, don't worry." Seeing that the temperature was almost done, Bud helped the gray-haired mayor back to the chair and said softly: "Although my colleague is a little anxious, he tells the truth. We will collect these materials no matter what, either you donate them on your own, or we will take them away. In fact, it is already a preferential treatment for us to ask for them... If I were you, I would have gone to find someone to scones."

Sweat beads oozing from the forehead of the mayor of Haiquan Town. The old businessman who had traveled around the world knew very well what tricks the young boys in front of him were playing.

However, the dozens of warships parked outside the port are not fake, and the black cannons on the ship are not fake, and the bloody smell emitted by these young men, who are about the same age as their grandson, is even more fake.

Under tremendous psychological pressure, the expression and tone of the kind and gentle officer beside him made him feel extremely cordial and believable.

The mayor of Haiquan Town swallowed his saliva and nodded with difficulty. He seemed to have become ten years older in an instant: "I'll give it, I'll give it."

"No hurry, just send it to the dock before noon tomorrow." Bud bent down and picked up the list that had just dropped on the ground and put it back on the mayor's desk: "By the way, where is the water source in the town? We will take the tamsui ourselves, and you don't need to provide it. I will save some energy for all the villagers."

"Tanshui...Tanshui..." The old mayor looked dazed, and before he could come back to his senses from the conversation just now, he suddenly shouted: "Cannons! How many cannons do you have?"

Andre rushed to the old mayor, grabbed the old mayor's collar and lifted him up, and asked viciously: "Do you want to die when you spy on military information? I think you are the secret spy of the Federation!"

"Don't treat the old man like this! He is almost the same age as your grandfather." Bud immediately took action to stop Andre, and Winters quickly helped.

The terrified old town mayor hurriedly explained: "I don't want to inquire about military information, nor... can your fleet set a round of cannons beside the dock?"

Winters and Andre looked at each other, but they didn't figure out what the old man was planning, but Bud understood a little.

The old mayor became more and more excited as he spoke: "Yes! Let's set a round of cannons! The entire fleet set a round of cannons! Just empty cannons. If you are willing to help me set a round of cannons, I can prepare all the things you want tonight overnight!"

Bud and Andre looked at Winters.

"Mr. Mayor, gunpowder is a precious military material. The fleet cannot use precious gunpowder to scare the townspeople." Winters frowned and said to the mayor of Haiquan Town. He also understood the old man's thoughts.

The old mayor saw clearly that the officer with a height in the middle was the leader of the three. He grabbed Winters' arm and said, "Gunpowder is easy to deal with. I will supply you from the town's arsenal. I can give you all the gunpowder from the Haiquan Town arsenal. If you don't show your force, not only will I, the mayor, not only will I not be able to do it, but the people in the town will not be willing to hand over the supplies. If they are determined to delay, they will also delay the preparation of supplies!"

Winters was thinking, and Bud and Andre didn't speak.

"I can also give some money to comfort several officers." The old mayor begged again.

"It is impossible for the entire fleet to set off a round of guns, and it is really unreasonable to intimidate the civilians in the town by the Venetta Navy." Winters thought, "But I can think of a way to find a main warship to come and set off a round of guns. The money is not needed, you hand over all the gunpowder in the town's arsenal."

"Okay! OK!" The old mayor nodded vigorously, and he remembered something else: "Can you ask the three officers to leave me an explanation? That is, if Haiquan Town does not hand over the supplies, you will use cannons to smash Haiquan Town."

"I can't write this kind of thing to you. It's you donating it, not we rob it, do you understand?" Winters said with a laugh, "But I can write you an equivalent document that means almost the same."

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The mayor of Haiquan Town hurriedly rang the bell and called the townspeople to meet with a threat letter "If Haiquan Town does not serve allegiance to the Republic of Venetta, the Venetta Navy will blow Haiquan Town up."

After completing the mission, Winters and Bard walked slowly towards the dock.

"I can't figure out why this town is called Haiquan Town, and I haven't seen any wells in the town square?" Andrei asked casually.

Bard replied slowly: "Whales can often be seen floating on the water surface and spraying water in the water near this island. The ancients saw a wonder of the fountains on the sea from afar, so this town is called Haiquan Town."

"Did you know again?" Andrei was quite dissatisfied.

"Because I'm reading," Bud said with a smile.

Winters unbuttoned the buttons of his jaw and took off his helmet with feather tassels. The heavy helmet was sweating so hard that his hair was wet.

"Oh, after studying in military academy for so many years, I've now started working as a robber." Winters sighed and said apologetically: "Thank you both for helping me do this disgusting errand."

"Hi, why do you say this?"

In order to suppress the military and prevent the military from becoming overwhelming in the Republic, the logistics of the military forces in the Venetta Republic are all under the responsibility of the civilian department in the governing government.

If the dish is in the hands of others, it will inevitably be as unsatisfactory as the military wants.

What's more, for this hastily cross-sea expedition, the Revenge Fleet has emptied Vineta's combat readiness warehouse. Neither Narezo nor Antonio was sure of whether the subsequent supply could be supplied, so the Joint Command agreed that no supply opportunity should be missed. It would rather throw the supplies into the sea in the future, but now the cabin should be filled.

So this time I was "forced to donate".

It is not theoretically difficult to raise military funds, but it is rare to do it beautifully. It cannot be too ugly, and you have to get the supplies. So Winters had no choice but to ask Bud and Andre to help.

Logically speaking, although no officer with a sense of honor would be willing to do such dirty work, it would not be the turn of the little warrant officer to take action.

But who made Winters make contributions in the process of seizing the Revenge, and dies his leader, and becomes a centurion as a warrant officer?

And he is not the centurion of the ordinary centurion team, but the centurion of the chief brigade.

The ordinary 100-man team has only 80 people, while the chief brigade's 150 people, which has enough troops of two ordinary 100 people.

They all came from the Army Officer Academy. Before the seniors could reach the centurion of the chief brigade, you, a small trainee officer, took this position a few days after leaving the military academy - although it was a temporary generation - how could you not be envied?

Even Andre felt a little uncomfortable, let alone others.

Only Bud privately advised Winters with concern: "You were not put in some good place, but you were put in a snake pit!"

So Winters is becoming more and more low-key now and has become more and more humble in his attitude. When he sees his seniors from a distance, he salutes him for fear that others will say, "This kid becomes arrogant as the centurion of the chief brigade."

Fortunately, few people knew that the commander of Serbiati's legion was Warrant Officer Montane's uncle. Someone pointed at him behind his back, and Winters gritted his teeth and endured it. But if someone dared to pour dirty water on Antonio, Winters would definitely make a duel with him.

Having said that, since leaving Hailan City, Winters has never met Antonio alone. After entering the military camp, there are no blood relatives, only superiors and subordinates. This is fine, at least Winters feels very comfortable. If he deliberately takes care of him, he will feel uncomfortable.

So during the days after the naval battle of Lighthouse Harbor, Warrant Officer Montane hoped most was that the Army Headquarters quickly sent someone to replace him, the temporary centurion.

He also couldn't figure out why he wanted to temporarily take over the position of centurion of the chief brigade. Logically speaking, it would be more reasonable to transfer a senior lieutenant from other brigades.

But when Winters went to find Contel, Lieutenant Colonel said this: "The army has no personnel power, and the position of an officer must be appointed by the Army Headquarters. Temporarily transferring the lieutenant of the other 100-man teams to the 100-man team is equivalent to destroying the combat effectiveness of the two 100-man teams. Letting you temporarily act as a centurion will only destroy the combat effectiveness of one 100-man team at most."

Lieutenant Colonel patted Winters on his shoulder and comforted him, "This is an excellent opportunity for training. You should cherish it, but others cannot ask for it. Besides, you won't let you last for too long. Keep it a little bit. Don't be afraid of others gossiping. Only mediocre people will not be jealous."

The superiors said this, and Winters couldn't refuse any more.

However, Warrant Officer Montane was waiting for it day and night, and did not look forward to taking over the official officer, but received the order to start again.

Bury the dead, repair the warships, salvage the weapons and supplies from the wrecks, load the prisoners back to Hailan City, and complete the series of post-war finishing work.

On the third day after the Battle of Lighthouse Harbor, the Venetian Fleet set out again.

The result of this maritime decisive battle outside Lighthouse Harbor has been transmitted to the entire Senas Gulf and even further away through merchant ships.

This is why Admiral Narezo tried every means to even put the Vineta fleet in a dangerous place to create opportunities for the enemy and also wanted to fight a fleet decisive battle.

Because Admiral Narexiao firmly believes that a large-scale naval battle will determine the direction of the war, and even the winner of the decisive battle of the fleet will be able to take everything.

The Venetta Navy not only defeated the Tanilian fleet in the Naval Battle of Lighthouse Harbor, but also defeated the Tanilian confidence in fighting.

On the route from Hailan City to Jinggang, except for the several ports near the sea, which are directly ruled by Veneta, the ports in the distant sea only belong to Veneta in name, and they usually compete with the Tanirian Federation. And harbors closer to the archipelago like Haiquan Port actually belong to the sphere of influence of the Federation.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After the news of Venetta's victory over Taniria spread throughout the Senas Gulf, wherever the Revenge Fleet went, the Venetta Autonomous Port, which was originally about to be moved by the defeat of Haidong Port, became regular overnight. However, a union territory like Haiquan Port did not even have the courage to resist, and they all fell one by one.

Nareshau commanded the Revenge Fleet to quickly clear every nail on the route and approached the main island of the Tanirian Islands step by step.

"So, look at what you did? You directly ruined the bravest and best captains and sailors of Taniria. The ships with the flag of Venetta are now rampant in the inland seas, and the harbors that were originally loyal to us surrendered one by one." Edward Kenway said with a calm face in the cabin of the Firebird.

"You really don't blame me!" Drake's cynical smile was on his face, and he lay in the waving hammock. The wounds on his head and shoulders were treated: "No matter whether I win or lose or win, as long as the Vineta fleet set off two cannons to scare them, the islanders would definitely want to hang their underwear on the poles as white flags. Don't tell me how loyal the islanders are. Do you believe what you say?"

"Even though they had the courage to resist the Venettas, your crushing defeat had dissipated." Captain Kenway suppressed his anger: "For your personal grudge, I boarded the twenty best Tanilla ships. Do you think it's worth it?"

Captain Drake—no, he is no longer a ship now—sighed, smacked his lips, and said indifferently: "It is right to have a fleet decisive battle. If I win, the Venettas' war plan will go bankrupt on the spot. What will you say then? So, it's just the fault that I lost."

"I think you forgot why the Venetta people started a war with us?" Captain Kenway asked with a sneer: "If you hadn't raided the Vinetta Navy's home port, this war wouldn't have started at all."

"You are wrong again. Whether I burn the East Harbour of Haidong or not, the Venettas will go to war with us. Debera advocates force again and again, and the war in the Venettas' parliament is higher and higher. As long as the territorial ambitions of the Venettas are still there, the war is the inevitable result. I just let the war come early, and I also seized the opportunity for the archipelago." Drake yawned, closed his eyes and said slowly: "Don't say these nonsense. If you come to save me, will it already mean where you are standing? If you don't feel happy if you don't vent your emotions, then you can cut me off?"

Kenwei took out his own scimitar without saying a word.

"Hey! What are you doing? You really want to cut me down?" Drake was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat, struggling to get up from the hammock.

The cold light flashed, and the lanyards on both sides of the hammock were cut off cleanly. Drake fell heavily on the deck, holding his back and moaning: "Well...my old waist..."

"You don't understand now, or you don't want to understand. As long as your fleet remains, it will be a sharp sword hanging over your head for the Venettas. As long as your fleet is not destroyed, the Venettas dare not sail freely on the inland sea."

"What's the use of saying this now?" Drake struggled to stand up, covering his waist and struggling: "Since you refused to attack the Glory at that time, then you should leave me on the Revenge waiting to die!"

"You are still useful to live." Captain Kenway said coldly: "Although your fleet is gone, as long as you live, it is a sharp sword hanging over your head for the Venettas. Your plan has failed, so I want you to fully support my plan in the Federation!"

Kenway wrinkled his nose and said, "And I won't leave my friend on the boat waiting to die."

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The sun sets westward, and amid the sound of the salutes of a main warship of Veneta, a Vinetta flag slowly raised from the pocket artillery tower at Haiquan Harbor.

Not far away, the old mayor was talking to the gathered townspeople.

Andre stood on the cannon, looked at the town square, snorted disdainfully, and spat on the ground.

"Actually, I think it's a good thing for you to do some dirty work like this." Bud said to Winters while raising the flag: "This is actually a kind of care for you, a very clever arrangement."

Winters didn't say anything.
Chapter completed!