Dong!
Battleships in the huge fleet docked one after another and transferred the nearly 7,000 Ilya immigrants who had been on the sea for almost 15 days to the shore.
A large number of "Brigentine Two-Masted Mixed Sailboats" in the fleet also returned to their old trade. Although the environment was not as bad as when they were used as slave ships, nearly 300 people were stuffed into one ship.
The immigration work that lasted for four months was basically over.
The total number of immigrants in Ilya also reached 46,000 people, which accounted for almost one-sixth of the total population of 266,000 people in Georgia (including the Arawak clan and the three Huron tribes, a total of 20,000 people).
However.
Elvin knew very well that one could not get fat in one bite. If he continued to accept a large number of people in a short period of time, it would only cause him indigestion.
Arranging for such a large number of people was not as simple as finding a wasteland and throwing them away.
In the transition period, food, medicine, clothing, planting areas, seeds, jobs in the city, as well as supporting basic education, medical care, water supply facilities, etc., must be fully equipped. Otherwise, good things would only turn bad and the order of the territory would collapse.
"Pay attention to order, don't get separated from your family!"
Under the lead of the civil affairs officer, a group of officers and administrative staff rushed to the trestle and shouted loudly to guide this group of immigrants and led them to line up in an orderly manner at the port.
After doing this work for four months, the administrative staff was already familiar with this set of procedures.
In fact, before the immigrants arrived, the household registration management department and local managers had already decided where all of them would go according to their needs, and the groups had already corresponded to the destinations.
Ilya and Faletis had common beliefs, languages, and customs, unlike those Atrian people, there were not many obstacles to integrating into their new homeland.
And the oldest resident in Georgia had only lived there for ten or twenty years, which was less than a normal generation. It would not take long for the concept of Faletis and Ilya to disappear, and only Georgians would be left.
After the grouping was completed.
Dr. Taylor, who had already rushed back, led his medical team and immediately went forward to treat those who unfortunately fell ill during the long journey.
Although it was already dusk, they did not immediately arrange for them to leave the port.
When the immigrants looked at him in confusion, he said,
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At Elvin's signal, Gary, who was standing beside him, waved the signal flag in his hand.
Apart from the two towering battleships, Storm Horn and May Wind, the privateers that had completed their missions left the port and regrouped on the sea.
With the heavy-armored cruising ship 'Morning Star' as the leading ship, three armed merchant ships that were equivalent to fifth-grade ships, and sixteen 'Brigantine Two-Masted Mixed Sailing Ships' formed a single column.
They hoisted their sails and circled the harbor.
The most special thing was that even though there wasn't a single crew member on the flagship, 'Morning Star', the lowering of the sails, the retracting of the sails, the adjusting of the angle, the turning of the rudder … All of these actions were done in an orderly manner. The entire ship was like a huge living organism that possessed a consciousness.
In fact, this powerful warship had indeed become half a living creature.
The two emerald earrings on Captain Anita's fair earlobes flashed and connected her mind to the battleship. Using this Beyonder item to command, the Morning Star under his feet could be said to be controlled like an extension of his arm.
They formed a straight line that was perpendicular to the coast and slowly passed through the port. Anita then transmitted her orders through the mental network.
"All cannons on the port side, assemble solid shells. Target the sea surface 100 meters ahead. Ready, fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Orange-red cannon flames spewed out, illuminating the sea once again. Huge snow-white splashes soared into the sky. Amidst the loud booms, the entire port trembled.
The privateer fleet's total projectile mass reached 2,300 pounds, which was already comparable to that of two first-grade battleships.
After three consecutive rounds of firing, light green smoke formed an ethereal cloud. The sea seemed as if it was going to be torn into pieces by the scorching cast iron cannonballs.
"Ah!"
The dense crowd on the shore cried out in surprise.
Rather than immigrants, they were more like refugees. Everyone's eyes flickered with a bright luster. It was the light of hope!
This scene was not only reflected in their eyes but also in their hearts. Not only did the violent iron and fire tear apart the sea, but they also easily tore apart the fear and precarious situation they had encountered in Buffalo.
"Only the most powerful leader can guarantee the people's stable lives."
Jonson, the militia captain who had been rescued by Billy Buddha and had arrived in Georgia earlier, had also come here as a representative of the settlement. Looking at the feudal lord who stood at the very front of the port with a back view that was as lofty as a mountain, he felt unprecedentedly at ease.
He would return to his new home with the impression that the territory was extremely powerful and prosperous. He would tell his family, as well as his fellow countrymen who trusted him.
"Everyone has made the right choice to come to Georgia!"
Using his sharp senses to capture the voices in the crowd, Elvin smiled. This was exactly what he wanted.
It was like how Sun Wukong had wanted to take out his cudgel and run out to perform a Law Phenomenon when the Seven Great Sages of Mount Huaguo had become sworn brothers.
Everything else along the way from Changdao Port had been good, but there had not been any blind targets for them to display their martial prowess. Right now, they could only blast the sea a few times.
In fact, the Morning Star, which could already be considered a quasi-legendary battleship, had yet to unleash even 10% of its abilities.
The surface of this huge heavy-armored cruiser was already covered in a layer of the expected "Venom Suit".
In the previous experiment, even if the Brigantine mixed two-masted sailboat was equipped with a 32-pound cannon that could only be equipped with a third-level ship or above, it wouldn't change the fact that it was a small privateer.
However, to the Morning Star, which already had the [Lucky Gold Coin at the bow], this was a qualitative change.
It could rely on the Venom Suit to achieve autopilot, turn on the spot, sail without wind, have copper skin and iron bones, and optical invisibility …
There was also a spherical spore sac underwater that could split into all kinds of weapons like Kaka's shadow tentacles. In a naval battle, the Morning Star was even more terrifying than a sea monster.
All of this was thanks to the Transcendent-level Demonized Fungi.
Although it was only a thin layer, it was enough for Elvin to create thousands of Venom Suits.
However, to Elvin, the biggest cost of this was actually time.
Using the Bronze Talisman to supply energy, with the Demonized Fungi's reproductive ability, as long as the nutrients could keep up, it wouldn't be a problem for them to arm an entire fleet.
However, due to the limited number of mushroom figurines that Mydora had split off, there was no possibility of large-scale equipment for the time being.
The consequence of forcibly equipping the ship without a control center was very likely to allow the fungal "Venom" to eat up the wood of the entire sailboat.
In addition …
The flexibility of a Wizard's contract was much greater than that of the Cracken Horn. While Elvin was holed up at home, Pippi, the large species of Thorned Crown Sea Snake, was directly requisitioned by his sister.
The Morning Star was already enough to crush conventional warships!
Furthermore, today, the faction of the "Dragon Cavalry Privateer Fleet" was already semi-public. They had even been openly dispatched by Elvin to carry out territorial missions.
Many people already knew that this powerful naval force, which was second only to the kingdom's main fleet in the New World, was actually Viscount Garriott's private army.
Times had changed. Their most powerful enemy, Shilius, could no longer take care of himself.
The past two years had been filled with disasters for Shilius's colony.
After experiencing the ravages of pirates and epidemics, in the "Spirit Tide" that spread across the entire New World, whoever had the largest territory would naturally be affected the most.
If not for the help of the strongest Dark Sorcerer organization in the New World, the "School of Curses", and the moderate New Church, the "Tinder Order", Shilius's territory would have been divided into isolated islands made up of resource points.
However, looking at Shilius's mainland, Emperor Philip II was now determined to "pacify the internal before resisting foreign aggression". He had to completely drive the "Eternal Fire" radical faction out of his own Shilius Empire before anything else.
After obtaining the wealth of the Kingdom of Frisia that had been passed down for thousands of years, even without the support of the gold and silver of the New World, he could still afford it for the time being.
Therefore, even if they knew this information, they had no extra strength to crusade against Elvin.
.....
At the same time.
The Old World, which was far away from the Black Sea, was not affected by the turmoil in the New World at all.
The base of the Kingdom of Faletis's Third Fleet — Port Gabred.
"Hey, Major Borg, put it down. Let me do it."
"Then … I'll have to trouble you, Hamidon."
The middle-aged civilian major, whose right arm was cut off at the elbow, looked at his colleague who deftly organized a pile of forms for him and quickly put them into a portfolio. After thanking him, he sighed softly.
Borg, the former first officer of the Storm Horn, returned to the Third Fleet and became a civilian major in the logistics department after Elvin pulled some strings. Although there was no preferential treatment, it was not to the extent of being bullied.
Not to mention that Elvin was now at the peak of his power and had many halos on him, even Lieutenant General Snyder, who was in charge of the logistics department of the Third Fleet, would not allow this to happen.
However, it was also objectively true that he was regarded as an unsound population and was not trusted by his colleagues. It was clearly within his ability, but from top to bottom, none of his colleagues believed that he could do a good job.
He was once a military officer who fought with sea monsters on the sea. Even if he lost an arm, he could still defeat everyone in the office, including … his immediate superior, the civilian colonel.
Therefore, the loneliness of being treated as a vulnerable group really made Borg feel depressed.
He had wanted to apply for retirement several times. He did not want to be a rice worm that ate the military's food. Even if he could go to the City Guard and continue to shine, he really did not want to let down his captain's good intentions …
Suddenly.
The conversation between his colleagues attracted his attention.
"Have you heard? Lieutenant Colonel Gavin from the Equipment Department has been transferred to Ugor Island. "
"Really? Then isn't he going to be promoted to colonel soon? "
"That's right, who doesn't know that it's the center of the kingdom's future development? There will be a lot of people fighting to be demoted there, let alone be promoted. There are opportunities everywhere, one step ahead will definitely rise quickly. "
"I want to go too, but unfortunately, it's a construction stage from scratch. The first batch of people who can go there are the best of the best. They will definitely be the backbone of the future development. People like us have no chance."
The sudden appearance of a huge island next to the kingdom at the beginning of the year made many people suspect that they were living in a dream.
The opportunity to go to Ugor Island was like a transfer to a new special economic zone set up by the country. It was almost equivalent to a meteoric rise.
A group of civilian officers in the office discussed and envied. They beat their chests and stamped their feet, wishing they could be in Borg's place.
Borg shook his head and was about to pick up the document bag to hand it over to the procurement department.
Suddenly.
A colonel walked in quickly. It was the department's immediate superior, Colonel Ollier. The group of people quickly stood up and saluted.
"Sir!"
After the colonel returned the salute, he looked straight at the disabled person who was about to leave.
"Major Borg, your transfer order is here."
"Transfer order?"
Borg was slightly stunned. Did the headquarters still remember him?
Colonel Ollier's face was full of joy.
"Pack up, I'll take you to report. Your workplace is at Ugor Island's Limerick Port, and your position is deputy harbor officer. Oh right, the rights there belong to Major General Garriott, and it's also the only one in the entire kingdom. When you become successful in the future, don't forget us colleagues. Hahaha … "
Under the burning gazes of his colleagues, the first emotion that rose from the bottom of Borg's heart was not excitement. Instead, his eyes were slightly red as he murmured softly.
"In this world, after all … there are still people who trust me. Sir Captain. "
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