Chapter 1743: Iceland

At this moment, on the Atlantic Ocean, a not-so-large ship was cleaving through the wind and breaking the waves.

But unfortunately, on the ocean, any slight gust of wind could potentially be a storm.

It was enough to make this not-so-large ship feel the terror brought by the weather.

Steering this ship was a man called Jones.

As a pirate, it was normal for him to be sailing on the Atlantic Ocean.

However, for him, unless it was necessary, he would absolutely not choose to sail in such weather.

Yes, this was not some unlucky weather he had encountered after setting sail.

Rather, he had chosen to sail in such unlucky weather.

In reality, the pirate industry was currently developing with great prospects; every country was busy fighting wars everywhere, so who had the time to manage pirates now?

Moreover, maritime transport was flourishing, and many merchants relied on sea shipping for their business dealings.

These merchant ships contained a massive amount of wealth; even if there was no wealth, there were goods, and if there were no goods, there was still the ship.

There was nothing that could not be sold.

Plus, fencing stolen goods was very simple now; Europe was in a period of war, and basically every material was in demand, even ships had people who wanted them.

Some pirates had even taken up the trade of robbing a ship, then selling that same ship back to the same person, and then robbing it again.

In short, the current pirate industry, aside from the possibility of dying, was basically a business with a ten-thousand-fold profit.

It was an industry with a Dividend.

But for such an industry, for Jones, who was preparing to get rich,

he had run into trouble.

Yes, at a time when no country had the time to manage pirates, Jones had actually been put on a wanted list by Sweden.

The reason was that he had robbed a Swedish Army arsenal and granary in Hamburg.

A high bounty had been placed on him, which aroused the jealousy of his peers.

Although there was no danger from the governments of various countries, Jones was facing threats from his own peers.

There were people who specialized in the business of hunting pirates, which is to say, these pirate hunters.

Upon learning this news, Jones was stunned.

He was a big pirate, but he was not a qualified big pirate.

The reason was that basically no one listened to him.

After Jones learned of this news, he decisively chose to run.

And then it turned into the current situation.

Looking at the rolling thunder in the sky, the thick dark clouds, and the sudden rising gale, Jones felt a sense of calm inside.

Dying at sea was far better than dying at the hands of his peers.

The rolling waves churning on the sea surface lunged toward this small ship.

Jones lay flat completely; he had never seen anyone who could survive in such a terrifying storm.

There were originally five crewmen on the ship, but those five people wanted to kill Jones and use his head to claim the high bounty.

Jones killed them.

Now, there were not enough crewmen on this ship to steer the helm.

As the waves surged, the ship swayed as if in the rain.

A gust of wind blew past, and lightning and thunder filled the sky; Jones knew he was done for, and he lay flat completely.

But following the churning of the sea waves, a violent impact caused the lying-flat Jones to move.

This must have been hitting a reef, but after a while, Jones realized in an instant how stupid his thought had been.

The ship had not sunk.

He looked outside through the cabin window; it was actually an island covered in ice and snow.

Jones was taken aback, then immediately cheered and danced wildly.

He immediately rushed off the ship, looked at this boundless large island, and fell into wild shouts—he was saved.

However, in the next few days, Jones felt the luck brought to him by the Goddess of Fate; this was a deserted island, and there were no indigenous inhabitants on it.

The island was covered by large patches of vegetation,

only now it looked like a sheet of ice and snow.

Jones named it Iceland.

He had heard the story of Columbus; clearly, he was the same as Columbus, having discovered a New World.

This island definitely possessed treasures that had not yet been mined.

For a pirate like Jones, it held infinite temptation.

If he could come to develop it, this island would contribute unexpected wealth to him.

After thinking of this, Jones felt a beautiful life beckoning to him.

But the urgent matter to resolve now was to swindle people into serving him.

Jones instantly thought of a good place to go: to cooperate with Britain or France.

They had a business of selling black slaves in Africa; he only needed a sum of money to obtain a large quantity of black slaves to serve him.

After thinking of this, Jones's train of thought gradually became clear; he had to return to Europe to find people from these two countries to discuss the matter of black slaves.

……

And at this time, in Hanover.

Ling Chen, who had once impersonated Jones, was now commanding the Dragon Flame Army in battle.

The Holy Cross Army had already been surrounded by them.

The thirty-man Longyan Cavalry unit has now cut off the supply line of the Holy Cross Army.

The Holy Cross Army is now trapped inside the town of Hanover.

Ling Chen looked at the map, studying the next step of the offensive plan.

But for no apparent reason, he sneezed.

"General, although the weather has warmed up, it is still cold; you must take care to keep warm," Diana said with concern.

Ling Chen glanced at Diana and said, "It is no matter. Let the soldiers use less charcoal; they need it more than we do while fighting on the front lines."

Diana wanted to say something more, but she knew Ling Chen's temperament—he meant what he said.

Once he decided on something, he would absolutely never change it.

Ling Chen looked at the map and said, "Diana, do you have any good suggestions regarding the route to attack the Holy Cross Army?"

Diana looked at the map; the Holy Cross Army was currently entrenched in a triangular formation, but they were already trapped in the city by the Longyan Army. As long as they held the city gates firmly, it would be quite difficult to achieve victory by launching an attack while lacking cannonballs.

As for discussing any attack routes, it was of no real use; the Holy Cross Army had already blocked all possible points for a surprise attack in this area.

"The Holy Cross Army's defense is currently, one could say, impeccable. To break the city, I can only attack head-on."

"However, the General has already cut off the Holy Cross Army's supply line. I believe the effects will manifest soon. By then, won't the Holy Cross Army collapse without a fight?"

Ling Chen shook his head: "Cutting off the supply line only cuts off their materials."

"But the Holy Cross Army's food reserves are still quite substantial; they harvested a great deal of grain in Prague previously."

"Perhaps these Holy Cross Army soldiers still have stores, and they can fight a war of attrition."

"But delay leads to changes."

"Our cavalry unit is already operating behind enemy lines, and the Holy Cross Army has been very restless these past few days; it is a good opportunity for our offensive."

Ling Chen looked at the map, facing these three impregnable cities, and thought of the offensive the Longyan Army launched in Saxony not long ago, which utilized gliders.

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