Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

"Is this really the ship..."

That's what Pirate Drake, who was stalling at the harbour pier in Scheveningen, said to finally squeeze it out.

The beauty of the soaring black ship that appeared in the harbor like a slip, even I knew it in the blueprint, can't help but be surprised because when I look at the actual thing, it shivers at its decadence.

It is the latest military ship built with the total strength of the shipyard. Galeon, a thousand-tonne giant military ship taken from Castile, was dismantled at one end and reconstituted as a modern military ship equipped with artillery on its sides.

Armoured reinforced military ships with black cedar, which are harder than steel, but also lighter in material, are even larger than the original Galeon ships, and the cornered hulls look like fortresses floating at sea.

I also feel proud to have made such a giant military ship.

Well, if you say it in the first place, Castile's shipbuilding skills are amazing.

Because in these days when galley ships, cog ships and even carrack ships were common, they created galeon ships with the performance to sail across the rough oceans to the southern tip of the African continent.

With the great naval battles between the Britannian and Castilian navies kicked in, the Eurasian continent is ushering in an era of technological innovation where new shipbuilding comes into being one after another.

After all, is it war that advances technology?

That's how I want to go in the wind that the last time I won that technology competition was with the Silesier Navy.

Drake, formerly known as the Pirate King of the North Sea, has been away from the scene for six years. It is also impossible that there is a generation gap.

Drake staring at the Black Cedar Army ship so that it collapses into the harbor and eats in. Will we be able to re-start this proud old pirate, who has also completely faded his black beard, again as an admiral of the fleet?

"Hey, do it with the king."

"What the hell, Drake?"

Drake, crouching down to the harbor pier as he held his wand, said as he glanced up at the giant black ship.

"What the hell happened to me in the six years I was in prison..."

"Well, wait, it's too early to be surprised, we're about to try and shoot a cannon"

When I wave and signal, the turret of the Black Cedar Warship is fifty gates. A silver-shinning shell emerged from two rows of turrets and began firing on a small uninhabited island at the end of the harbor.

One scorching bullet after another hits a deserted island that stands out on the enemy ship and raises the earthen smoke.

"Hii!"

The petty pirate also lost his hips screaming at the cannon he had never seen before.

I know this is going to happen, but if I see so many turrets roaring and spraying fire all at once, I'm going to be terrified.

"It's not over, we're shooting the main guns next."

At the tip of the ship, only two gates are fitted with special supermassive shells. Its length extends to four metres and its total weight to five tons.

Magic Armstrong Cannon, a turret capable of firing a giant iron bullet tornaded by wind magic and capable of super distance.

Instead, the hull is shaken hard every time the recoil is too tight to use.

When it comes to the most robust military ships in cruel fantasy, the limit was to equip them with two gates.

Making the sound of slashing and tearing the air bashfully, the flying black iron balls shot off an unmanned island with precision and raised a giant water column.

So there was nothing left before the smoke cleared.

"That's awesome power..."

"Ordinary cannons are for naval warfare. Magic Armstrong cannons are quite flying distance, so we assume not only naval warfare but also attacks on shore"

Artillery shelling ashore by military vessels is unlikely to be a tactical idea of this era.

Attacks not assumed by the opponent are highly effective.

"O king. That black hull was made of unburnable material."

"Yes, Drake, it's harder material than steel. I wonder if this ship can beat even one invincible fleet."

"I won't lose, but I can't win on my own..."

"Well, let's talk"

"It did surprise me, hey du liver drained. I'll tell you honestly I took my hat off. Hit this guy and the Invincible Fleet will blow a bubble. You'll never lose. But that's all."

"Well, you've been watching it a lot."

Drake seems to have a decent strategic eye.

I have to leave the operation of this ship to this old pirate.

"Don't underestimate me too much... even though I'm old, this Drake is an expert! You're right, all you need is a few. Nothing needs to be forced to hit this big fat ass from Castile's fleet. If the enemy fleet tears us apart, there's nothing we can do about it, even if we have one of the strongest ships."

"So collecting enough numbers to come to the fleet showdown or that you can only win when you have a reason not to let your enemies take you apart...... right?

When I said that, Drake's white, cloudy left eye glistened.

In the eyes of the old pirates, there is probably a chance that the Black Cedar Army ship in front of them and the Invincible Fleet will bump into each other. I'm looking for ways to win.

"That's right. If we change the way we say it, it means we still have eyes to win if we can create a situation in our favor. Your Majesty, you showed me what you promised. Now it's this Drake's turn to show you. Admiral of the Silesier fleet, I'll take it from you!

I grab Drake's crouched hand and get him up.

Unlike the footsteps like the previous hips had fallen out, even with one leg prosthetic, the old pirate stood firmly on the harbor wharf.

It's like people have changed, they're getting back on track.

Drake's gray-haired crosshairs shaken by the sea breeze. Drake may be trying to regain his powers from previous years.

The power of the struggle is returning to one hand full of wrinkles that have grasped the hope of winning.

Even though his body was damaged and old, Drake was the man who was said to be the Pirate King of the North Sea.

"Nice to meet you, Admiral Drake. Let's get everything we need to win. As soon as the rest of Silesier's ship meets the port of Scheveningen, we can fight Castile."

I just want Drake to rehab slowly if he should, but I don't have time to do that.

The invincible fleet that has already devastated the Britannian Navy has entered as far as the Gulf of Grace and is approaching the end of the eye and nose of the capital Rondo.

There is no respite. We have to take some action right now to stop the enemy from progressing.

All Drake has to do is get his mind back in action.

In the port of Scheveningen, the Silesier fleet assembled.

Admiral Jean came with four Cog ships on one Carrack ship, plus a pedestal of so many cannons in excess of ten small galley ships, and six hundred sailors who could use it quite well, albeit for emergency recruitment.

"General, it's been a while!

"Admiral Jean, your mission to transport food to the Swedish peninsula has been very rough."

Admiral Jean, with a black Mojamoja head and a beer belly, is a veteran sailor and a capable man, except that he doesn't like the naval battles at heart.

He worked with the mayor of the autonomous city of Aslo, Douglas Zombalt, to solve the food problem on the Swedish peninsula, abandoned by the Germanian Empire, and recruited ships and sailors to make up for the shortfall.

From here, I'm bringing in five hundred Yoshiyoshi Marines. When we put the prostitutes on board before, there were many soldiers who became useless due to seasickness, so this time reinforcements focused on people from the fishing village of Silesier.

Philip Kayak, who elected Marine Captain, is also the third boy on the Galley Village grid. He is a rough young man with red brown hair burned in the sea breeze and tanned wheat skin. The people who can handle guns and artillery quite well and are used to ships are valuable people.

Over a thousand Silesier Navy soldiers lined up in the harbor.

The new Silesier Navy, which we can now do, will have them as the spindle.

"I entrust Admiral Drake to the Fleet Commander (Adriatic), Admiral Jean to the Fleet Chief of Staff (Officer), and Philip to the Marine Commander (Commodore)"

Now that the Silesier fleet is officially inaugurated, I will entrust the position properly.

It is nominal that the Navy Marshal was granted my title as King General, basically leaving the wartime command of the fleet to the old pirate Drake, the ordinary command to Admiral Jean, and the Marine Corps and combat guidance to Captain Philip.

Build a new fleet. Human resources, no matter how much they are, are not enough.

Fortunately, both sailors, beginning with Admiral Jean, and prostitute soldiers are all civilian ascendants, so there was no opposition to placing the pirated Drake on the Commander.

Anyway, from now on, I want to keep the pirate force on my side and absorb it, and expand the navy.

It also helps in that respect that there are no knights or noble class origins who say loud things.

"My Lord, are knights so loud..."

"No, Louise would be different."

Louise gave me a crush because I told her to bother the knight.

Louise shrugs her shoulders and smiles.

"No, I guess not. Because we kingdom knights are old people already and will not be useful on ships"

I thought about putting some comfort words on Louise, who mocks herself so much, and before I did that, the arr who is sticking with Louise spread out the dragon feathers and pinched her mouth with skill.

"I grew up on an island, and I can fly, so useful zo on the ocean! You should leave some useless knight there in the harbor, Zo."

"Even I can do enough to protect the Lord. I said that with humility!

Oh, boy, another fight?

Louise has become strangely childish these days. There is also a bare gesture that makes me happy with my counterpart.

I quit my responsibilities as a soldier leader and began to behave with ease.

I'm glad we're back in Louise when we met as adventurers, but I just hope we don't have to do much right now.

Anyway, the Marines and sailors are gathering. Watch.

I also have something called majesty.

"As always, it's gorgeous around the general. As long as you seem to be thriving and envious."

"Admiral Jean, stop hating me. Because these guys are escorts."

With seven wives, I might not be able to help you.

At least, I haven't got my hands on Arre and Louise.

"Excuse me, I was hoping to give the sailors some time off at the harbor."

"Admiral Jean, I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this. Anyway, I want you to take us to Grace Bay on Brittain Oshima."

"Of course not, my lord, because I am prepared for the absurdity of your servants."

"I'm sorry, Admiral. Hard work on the road."

Already, the Castilian Navy has taken over Grace Bay.

The Union of Britannians with you is like having a knife stuck in your throat.

The letter seeking rescue from the Union of Britannians with you is coming with arrowy urging. If we rescue him as soon as possible, he can't make any more difference than he's responding.

If it were, I would have liked to have slapped a convoy full of soldiers before they entered Grace Bay, but I couldn't muster my fleet in time.

However, information has also come in that seven generals, led by Castilian landing troops who entered the Gulf of Grace, will gather together for a grand ceremony of censorship for the purpose of demonstrating to the Britannians, just enough to carry out an assault in the fleet.

Of course it sends undercover detectives all over the place, but the communication is unstable over the sea, the information is complex and the current location of Castilian's invincible fleet is vague. I don't know if they attack and the fleet comes out.

But at least the enemies entering Grace's harbor can't fall apart.

And there are heaps of enemies to slap, both in the sea and on land.

He is just the right enemy to test the power of a Magic Armstrong cannon, with three hundred and seventy gold coins on one gate.

"Then go."

When I said that, Admiral Drake raised his voice, looking jiggly at the port of Scheveningen, not the ship.

"Wait. You don't need five hundred Marines. One hundred, no, two hundred, leave them in this port."

"Drake. Sure, there are a lot of Marines, but even if you keep more of them on board because there's a chance you can catch enemy ships..."

"Hey, wait. The idea is a game, my lord. The opponent is an invincible fleet under heaven. If we're gonna let the soldiers play for nothing, we should use it to protect them."

"Um, port defense? You didn't even think about it."

"I'm sorry, my lord, but this harbor is weak. I looked at the war report, but Plymouth, Portland, Dover and the invincible fleet attacked me one after the other. Then you don't think it's your turn to attack this port?"

"That's... well, can you say it's possible"

Drake pointed me out and I was freaked out. I was just thinking about attacking from here, and not at all thinking about being attacked.

There are also shipyards in this port that build Black Cedar Army ships. It would be difficult for this place to be raided and destroyed, even if the enemy were deprived of the ship's materials and technology.

"We're going to attack Glades Bay, and it's weird that the enemy general thinks the same thing."

"I see, it makes sense. Kaara!"

Dr. Lyle is not here right now. I wish I could have worked hard, but I could have been in a lonely thought.

In response to my call, Kaara looked out of the shadows.

"Father of the Nation, here"

"Kaala. How likely is it that an invincible fleet will attack the port of Scheveningen"

Kaara looks happy to be asked her opinion.

She expressed her opinion as she carefully circled her thoughts with her quiet hands against her blue and white cheeks.

"Atashi is unfortunately not familiar with the Royal Palace in Castilia, so I don't know who the Admiral of the Invincible Fleet is. But there are two ways to contain the Silesier Navy threat to stick your back when you think of it as an enemy admiral's position. One is to consolidate the protection in the port of Glades…"

"Hmm, go on"

"The other thing is to thoroughly destroy this port. Castile knows that the home of the Silesier fleet is this port of Scheveningen"

"Well, from Castilian sailors who missed it when they nabbed the enemy ship, there's a good chance they're getting that information."

Kaara nods cocoon.

Admiral Drake's experience and Kaala's situational analysis show that it is not strange for the enemy to strike so many hands.

"All right, leave two hundred of the Marines behind. Commander Philip Marine Corps (Commodore), I'm sorry to bother you, but I need you to borrow some artillery for the construction of the Black Cedar Army ship and set up an extraordinary defense force to prepare for an attack from the sea. Only important facilities such as shipyards can be guarded. Philip, please work with the city guards."

Copy that, sir.

Even a few soldiers with coastal turrets should make it harder for the enemy to get close.

Admiral John, who was hand-held beside him as opposed to Philip being intentionally reorganizing the Marine Corps, calls out to me worryingly.

"General, will you really be okay with fewer ship soldiers..."

"Don't worry, Admiral Jean. This battle will not be a white soldier battle. I'll protect you if you have to."

I laughed to reassure Admiral Jean and slapped him gently in the back.

This man gets cowardly in battle because of his bear-like figure. Without this flaw, I'd be perfect as a naval admiral, because people are unsuitable.

Nevertheless, Admiral Drake is only a naval war professional.

I guess this is the depth of experience that you're going to point out to the possibility of danger that I'm unaware of. I might have had a good pick up.

"Really...... Now let's move the fleet to Grace Bay immediately."

Admiral Jean, who has regained his mind, departs from the port so that when he sends the sailors tequila instructions, the sailors, soldiers and army-laden military ships slip.

We will embark on a Black Cedar ship and head to rescue 'King' Arthur, who is in a desperate pinch.

to the port of Zagrace.